"Ping Zhijun, how many of your people are here?" Zhu Tong asked.

"Four, Mr. Lehman is the current senator, ZF has security in Helino, General Edward has an entourage by his side, my people can't do anything, and the bodyguards sent by the Lord have been withdrawn."

At the moment, there were only three people in the room; Zhu Tong, Heishi Matsui and Smith. Lord Hamilton took a leave of absence today to play golf with his old friend, Senator Lehman.

Nominally, they are engaged in painstaking negotiations, squabbling over every word of the additional clause. In effect, it became a temporary headquarters, and all their attention was drawn to the four LCD televisions that had been improvised on the walls. There are two news stations, including Yoko Kawakami's TBC TV station, and two sports channels, golf channels, whose broadcasts are more professional and focused on the game itself.

"It's a bit tricky." Zhu Tong tapped on the table, his gaze sweeping across the four screens.

"What is Mr. Lan going to do?" The biggest worry is not Zhu Tong, but Smith. He was afraid that his plan against Mr. Lehman would fail, and that he would become a big fool and a poor bastard.

On the other wall, a panorama of the Helino Stadium hangs; Zhu Tong's eyes finally fell on the final green of the fairway.

"You're here, I'll go out for a while." Zhu Tong made a move.

"You're not fit to show up." Matsui stood up; "Tell me what you're going to do, and I'm better than you. I am a premium member of Hailinuo, and this is the book; There are some things that I do that are easier to understand than you do. ”

"Separate them." Zhu Tong stared at the map and said; "You say a word to Lan Zhanjiang."

"What?" Matsui asked curiously.

"This sentence must be said in Chinese." Zhu Tong's expression was solemn, and he was hesitating whether to go by himself or believe in Matsui Heishi.

"I will." Matsui Heishi is good at Chinese and good at English.

"Come here with your ears." Zhu Tong leaned over to Matsui Heizhi and muttered a few words in his ear.

"I remember, but does it work?" Matsui listened carefully, and repeated it in Zhu Tong's ear.

"These are two incantations, and he will surely understand them."

Matsui Pingzhi nodded: "I hope it is as you expected." I will definitely convey these two sentences to Mr. Lan. ”

Lan Zhanjiang knows Zhu Tong very well, he knows Zhu Tong's pride, and he also knows how to use it. With Lan Zhanjiang here, the probability of Mr. Lehman falling into the trap is reduced by more than seventy percent. Zhu Tong had to separate them, at least to keep Lan Zhanjiang silent.

The fairways and greens at Helino are impeccable, and playing in the picturesque mountains and rivers is a rare pleasure.

The caddies' job is not only to defend the equipment and find the flying ball for the guests, but in some cases, they also act as consultants.

Watanabe has served on golf courses in Tokyo for three years, and often follows guests on the fairways of Hailino. In recent days, he has spent a lot of time familiarizing himself with the depth and hardness of every bunker, every green, and even every meadow.

Mr. Lehman was pleased with the caddie from the outset, who was clearly of American descent, and there was no barrier to communication between the two. Gradually, every time he encountered a situation that he was not sure of, he would ask Watanabe for advice before swinging, including when it was appropriate to use a number of strokes, and he would listen to Watanabe's advice first.

With such a professional caddy, Mr. Lehman played well today, and by the last green he was five shots ahead of his opponent, General Edward.

The terrain of the last green of Helino is complicated, and if you are not careful or use too much force, the victory or defeat will be reversed, or even overturned by the opponent.

Once on the green, the time came to decide the winner, and the guests and reporters gathered around to wait for the final result.

Mr. Lehman's trip was not low-key.

This visit to Kyoto is a practical oath.

He allowed reporters and invited guests to get a closer look at the not-so-spectacular golf game.

The white balls on both sides were hit on the green, and the crowd shrank around the green, making the crowd look chaotic and dense.

On the last ball, Mr. Lehman's side was more relaxed, and he didn't find the hole in both shots.

But it's nothing, it's just a small bet between friends.

When it was the opponent's turn to hit the ball, Lan Zhanjiang stood aside and quietly enjoyed the short anticipation before the victory was about to come.

"Mr. Lan, it's been a long time." Matsui Heishi suddenly appeared beside him.

Lan Zhanjiang didn't look too surprised, and nodded with a smile.

In such an informal outdoor setting, each party knows each other's net worth and identity, and there is no need to be too polite.

"Someone asked me to bring you two sentences, do you want to hear it, Mr. Lan?"

"Ping Zhijun, I'm competing." Lan Zhanjiang politely refused.

"It's the same root, why be too anxious to fry each other!" Matsui ignored it and took a step back after saying the first sentence. It was Lan Zhanjiang's turn to hit the ball.

The caddie handed over the club, and Lan Zhanjiang walked to the white ball, holding the club tightly and waving it in the air. However, this blow has not been implemented for a long time. Others couldn't see it, and he knew that these hands were no longer at his disposal, and they had been trembling slightly.

Golf is different from other outdoor sports, and the closer you are to the hole, the more care and patience you need.

Although it is only a short distance of more than ten meters, maybe if this battle continues, it will become the end of the world. He couldn't control the power of the shot at all.

Lan Zhanjiang stopped and made a gesture to the caddy to change clubs.

"Mr. Lan, don't worry, we've won." Lehman walked over and patted Lan Zhanjiang on the shoulder and comforted.

Mr. Lehman did not know Heishi Matsui, but Peter did. Right now, Peter and Lord Hamilton were on the other side of the green, and they had just had a brief exchange with each other.

"I'm a little unwell and need a break. Mr. Lehman will fight for me. Lan Zhanjiang gave up again and simply dropped the club and walked out of the circle.

"Are you sure?" Lehman smiled generously, and a cold light flashed under his eyes.

"It can be understood that way." Lan Zhanjiang turned around and looked at Lehman for a moment; "You can interpret anything."

Lehman held out his hand; "I appreciate your courage. Aren't you afraid it's too late to quit at this time? ”

"Mr. Lehman invited me in, but I am afraid that he will not care if I can make it to the end." The two of them parted with a slight touch of their hands; "My mission has been accomplished, Mr. Lehman, and I hope there will be another opportunity to cooperate next time."

Watching Lan Zhanjiang's back go away, Lehman beckoned his caddy: "Mr. Watanabe, you come to play for Mr. Lan." ”

On such a spec occasion, it is extremely impolite to let a lowly caddie play the ball in the place of his partner.

But Lan Zhanjiang didn't care at all, he turned around and waved his hand: "If Mr. Lehman thinks it's appropriate, I don't have any opinion." ”

Watanabe Jun was very excited, but he also knew his identity, so he rubbed his hands embarrassedly. Participating in the game of golf comes at a huge cost. If you want to become a professional player, you have to practice every day, which is a big expense. However, if he can appear in this high-profile arena, it will be great luck for him.

The reporters' shots immediately focused on Watanabe Jun, Lan Zhanjiang's last swing hit the ball on the green, the landing point was not ideal, the distance from the hole is not long, but there is a certain slope and angle between them, which will have an unpredictable impact on the running route of the golf ball. It's not easy for even the pros to get a hole-in-one, and in addition to the technical factors, it also depends on the prayer for a little more luck.

"Take your time, we still have a four-shot advantage." Mr. Lehman gently comforted Jun Watanabe that if he was allowed to hit the ball, he would choose to go into the hole-in-one. His attention was not on the fairway at all, and it was Lan Zhanjiang and Matsui Heizhi's every move that worried him.

Lan Zhanjiang took the towel handed by the caddy, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and said to Matsui Heizhi: "Tell him that you don't have to worry about it at all." I don't know what you're going to do, but I know what you're doing. ”

"You shouldn't be here, especially with Mr. Lehman. This is Kyoto, he has reason to be suspicious. The two spoke in Chinese, and few people around them could understand what they were saying.

"Ping Zhijun, it is your motherland, how much do you feel about her?"

"In the eyes of outsiders, I am just like you, and if I were in China, I would also be called 'Banana Man'. To be honest, after years of education and training in Europe, I rarely think about similar problems. It's a strange feeling. ”

The so-called banana people refer to those who have black hair and yellow skin, but their way of thinking and living habits are closer to those of white societies in Europe and the United States.

Lan Zhanjiang and Matsui Heizhi had basically similar upbringings, both came from a traditional family, and both received Western elite education.

Matsui Heishi knows how to communicate with Lan Zhanjiang, but it is difficult to develop friendship.

It is very strange that the interaction between him and Zhu Tong was hindered at the beginning, but now it is more tacit.

"Can we go?" Matsui Heizhi probably understood what Lan Zhanjiang was going to do, and suddenly held his hand and clenched it tightly; "You can't take any chances, it's a good day and it's not a good opportunity."

"I'll regret it." Lan Zhanjiang was calm on the surface, but his palms were full of sweat.

"There's going to be a great show and we shouldn't be on camera." Matsui Heizhi was even more nervous, he had already touched a hard object attached to Lan Zhanjiang's waist. That's not the equipment you need in a noble sport like golf; "He also asked me to tell you that he has no ambitions and wants you to stay in Shanghai."

Lan Zhanjiang was silent, his body trembling slightly.

"I don't know if there is any misunderstanding between you, but people can't fight with gods, right?"

"He's a god?" Lan Zhanjiang relaxed a little, but he had no plans to leave.

"In a sense, I think it is. If you're here, you'll ruin his plans. ”

Lan Zhanjiang hesitated, and Matsui pulled him out of the green, and soon disappeared into the woods of the Hailino Stadium.

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