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"O'Neill?" Zeng Gong sat in the arena of the American Airlines Arena, feeling the frenzied atmosphere of the scene, and suddenly said something scenic.

"Brother Zeng, are you still a basketball lover?" Qian Hui looked at O'Neill, who was constantly making fun of himself in the chair, and patted his head with a headache.

Zeng Gong glanced at Qian Hui and said solemnly: "I never said that I am a basketball lover, pseudo-fans understand it or not, I just think basketball is very lively, as for who plays, I really don't care, it's just that the boss and they shout about this and that all day long." ”

"My God, Brother Zeng, I'm really convinced of you, you've watched basketball for a long time, you always know a few people on the court. Qian Hui looked like he had been defeated, and asked weakly as he pointed to the players on the field.

"Well, know two, O'Neill and Yao Ming. Zeng Gongxu said matter-of-factly.

"Brother Zeng, it's really a mistake for me to bring you today, forget it, let's watch the game. Qian Hui said with a headache.

As soon as Qian Hui's words fell, their VIP room was pushed open, and the tall figure blocked the light shining in from the outside for the first time, the navy blue suit, the head was meticulously cared for, although there were some vicissitudes written on the face, but the turquoise eyes were bright and bright, and there was a different kind of brilliance.

Before Qian Hui could speak, the person in front of him walked up quickly and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Qian, I'm late." ”

Qian Hui was a little flattered, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Hans, we have just arrived, and you have just arrived." ”

Qian Hui didn't expect this Mr. Hans to be so polite, and the lukewarm attitude of so many days of contact made him, a famous gentleman in Yanjing, annoyed, but now he has made a 180-degree turn, and his brain is really a little unreasonable, and he is ignorant.

"No, Mr. Qian, I was late, and I should apologize. Hans looked solemn, full of sincerity, and said as he held Qian Hui's hand tightly. "I don't know who this gentleman is?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce, this is a good friend of mine, now immigrating to the United States, running a ranch in Montana, his name is Zeng Gong, you can call him Zeng. Qian Hui pointed to Zeng Gong and solemnly introduced.

"Brother Zeng, this is the Mr. Hans I told you, who has his own vineyards and wineries in the Hpakant Valley and in Ontario, Canada. Qian Hui pointed to Hans and introduced.

"Hello, Mr. Zeng, you can call me Hans. Mr. Hans shook hands with Zeng Gong and said heartily, "Montana is a good place, and I have a ranch in Montana, but the place is not large, only eight hundred acres, and it is on Helena's side. ”

"Hello Mr. Hans, all my assets are invested in pastures, which are about 170,000 acres in Livingston. Zeng Gong also smiled and shook hands with Zeng Gong.

Hans's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Mr. Zeng is really bold, the price of land in Livingston is not cheap, and many rich people choose to buy pastures there. ”

Hans is right, Montana is known as the land of the sky, where the pasture is more and more valued by the rich, have bought a ranch here as a place for leisure and vacation, and Livingston, which is relatively close to Yellowstone, is located between the Rocky Mountains and the Bear's Tooth Mountains, the scenery is quite beautiful, it is one of the choices of the rich, the low price is also the rising tide, Zeng Gong can take the ranch cheaply, it can be said that he picked up a big leak.

"What kind of courage, I have no choice, only this ranch is relatively familiar. Zeng Gong said with some self-deprecation: "I didn't expect it to be so difficult to specialize in ranches in the United States, and now it is a financial crisis, and the impact on ranches is even greater." ”

"Hehe, Mr. Zeng, let's go to the American Airlines Arena to watch the game, we need to relax now, how about we talk about it after watching the game?" Hans felt that his topic was a little heavy, and changed the topic with a smile.

"Yes, yes, let's watch the game. Qian Hui also echoed beside him.

When several people's attention was shifted to the court, O'Neal, the largest tonnage on the field, finally got on the field, but for some reason, the big man tripped himself, and there was a burst of exclamations at the scene, and there was a brief commotion.

"Oh, O'Neal was actually injured at this time, this time the Heat is a little hanging, and his substitute Mourning is also old, but Wade, the Heat team is a bit difficult to support, especially the Rockets are a difficult bone to gnaw, and Yao's performance is good during this time. Hans said with some regret when he saw O'Neill's injury.

If it's such a high-intensity confrontation, Yao Ming will recover from injury in less than three games. Zeng Gong said with a frown.

Although he is not a doctor, as a real martial artist, he has more authority and authority on injuries such as bruises and knife wounds, and he can get a rough idea just by looking at it a few times.

"What, Brother Zeng, you're not joking. Qian Hui looked at Yao Ming, who was fighting the field, and asked with some concern.

China has so many sports stars who can be won in the world, especially Yao Ming's fall, but it is a big blow to China's sports career, especially in basketball, it is estimated that the Asian hegemony will be lost soon.

"If he competes in a lot of events, he will retire in less than three years, otherwise the wheelchair will be for him. Zeng Gong shook his head and said.

"Once, medicine was a strict field, and people outside the industry would not understand it, and such things would be evaluated by professionals. Hans frowned, the rigor in his bones made him disagree with Zeng Gong's opinion.

Qian Hui was a little apprehensive when he saw Hans's appearance, and quickly explained: "Mr. Hans, you may not know that Mr. Zeng is also a martial arts master, a very traditional kind, not the kind of performance, and attaches great importance to attacking Chinese kung fu, and every such person is basically very good at injuries and diseases. ”

"Chinese Kung Fu?, Bruce Lee?" asked Hans, a little confused, for he was very familiar with Bruce Lee, who was basically the same generation.

Zeng Gong shook his head and nodded, "It's almost, but not exactly, his kung fu is biased towards acting, and my kung fu is biased towards martial arts." ”

Hans was even more interested, and couldn't help but look at the bodyguard and driver beside him, and then said with great interest, "Mr. Zeng, you?"

Zeng Gong shook his head, pointed to the bodyguard behind Hans and said murderously: "He is not my opponent, my kung fu only kills people and does not perform." ”

The bodyguard behind Hans immediately changed color when he heard this, as if he had just been swept by the arctic cold snap around him, the awe-inspiring murderous aura almost penetrated into his bones, his pale face was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, the two trembled, there was a crumbling feeling, and the fear in his heart was always enveloping him.

Hans just glanced at his bodyguard, and then said with some regret, "It's a pity, I really want to see Mr. Zeng's Chinese kung fu." ”

Zeng Gong half-jokingly said: "You'd better not see it." ”

"By the way, Mr. Zeng, do you have any research on dislocation?" Hans didn't care, and then asked with some trepidation.

"What's wrong with dislocation, it's easy to treat, I believe a relatively complete hospital can treat it." Zeng Gong said a little strangely.

"No, no, I won't say Mr. Zeng's ordinary dislocation, my youngest son Wood was about half a year ago when he was climbing the mountain, he accidentally fell off the mountain and dislocated his arm, but he couldn't catch it, and the most authoritative orthopedic surgeon in the United States was helpless. Hans said with a heavy heart.

Little Wood used to be so lively, since he dislocated his arm, he was much more depressed, he no longer participated in some social activities, and he was very worried about Wood's appearance.

Zeng Gong thought about it for a while and said: "If it's not artificial, I can try." ”

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