More than half a month has passed since Yamada Gongkei's eucalyptus, and with a finger cross, you can calculate how many days are left to be the annual Tanabata Festival.

There is already a festive atmosphere on the street, at least many people are preparing bamboo in advance, and the custom of hanging bamboo is considered to be a choice for many families, after all, the cost is relatively low, so that everyone in the family can participate in it.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Fujiwara Yu was tinkering with the suit tie on his chest, and even after wearing the suit for so long, he still didn't make any progress in tying the tie.

"Mr. Krell, do you need me to accompany you to the golf course later?" White, who was in charge of driving the car, looked back and didn't have a lot of work during this time, except for keeping an eye on the meeting between the Miyano sisters, he was in charge of passing information to Eikai Hondo, and the news that Shigehiko Swallowguchi was going to play indoor golf was still from her.

It's not that Shigehiko Swallow Mouth deliberately told it, but when he participated in a TV interview, he accidentally leaked it when he was chatting with the secretary next to him during the break, and it happened to be heard by Eikai Hondo, who was sitting not far away.

After Fujiwara Yu finally finished the fight with the tie, he picked up the iced lemon tea on the side and snorted, but he bottomed out before he took two sips of the drink, looking at the two-thirds of the ice cubes in the plastic cup, he couldn't help frowning and said, "No, I'll just go alone." And also...... White, don't buy this store next time. "He doesn't like a drink shop with too many ice cubes and only a few sips, a store that cuts corners, he doesn't have an interest in coming again, and no one wants to do wrong.

"Okay, I see." After Fujiwara put down the plastic cup filled with ice, he picked up White's golf club bag and pushed the door open and walked towards the small-looking golf driving range.

Since Hondo Yinghai didn't hear the time of the golf game, he had to use the stupidest way to wait here in advance at the earliest business hours.

Anyway, when he came into contact with Shigehiko Swallow before, he only revealed that his identity was a public security policeman, and he didn't say anything else, and he didn't even reveal his appearance, so he didn't have to worry about being detected at all.

The purpose of Fujiwara's trip was to see what Shigehiko Swallowguchi wanted to do when he contacted the president of Mitsui Electric Co., Ltd. in private.

If Shigehiko Swallow doesn't know each other and wants to use his status as a councillor to do some illegal transactions, he doesn't mind giving away a pair of free and durable silver bracelets.

"Hello sir, may I ask you... Do you have a membership card for our store? Fujiwara noticed that the front desk was wearing a caddie's clothes, and it seemed that he should have temporarily helped to replace the work, otherwise he would not be so nervous that he would bite his tongue when he spoke.

As is customary in his profession, he casually glanced at the name of the work card on his chest: Yuki Watanabe.

"No, I want to play a hundred balls first to try the feel, and if the experience is good, I will apply for a membership card."

"Okay, you'll be charged 2,500 yen for admission and ball." Fujiwara Yu happened to have the spare change to buy a drink, and after paying the fee, he found a random place to sit down with his golf club bag on his back, and he didn't rush to play, but delayed as long as possible to oil the ash club.

But with his hard work, he only lost twenty minutes. Fujiwara had no choice but to do a warm-up exercise for a while, after all, it hadn't been long since he got up, and his body was still relatively stiff.

He twisted his neck and suddenly remembered that he hadn't played golf before, so he should learn his posture.

He thought of White's introductory golf handbook, and he sat in his lounge chair snorting the free ice mineral water, and his slender fingers turned the cover in an effort to absorb the written knowledge of golf.

After absorbing the written knowledge, it is natural to devote it to practical training. Fujiwara picked up the golf club in style, remembered what was mentioned in the manual, stepped his right foot into the line of the ball, and tilted his shoulder to shift his weight to his right foot.

Before swinging the club, he did not forget to aim the club at the small golf ball, and after making sure that it was safe, his shoulders and arms used force at the same time to successfully complete the standard swing position.

The swing is perfect enough to be comparable to that of a professional golfer, but the level is no different from that of an average beginner.

The golf ball lay unharmed, lying peacefully on the tee, and if it could speak, it would have opened its mouth to taunt.

Fujiwara Yoshi knew something awkward had happened when he didn't hear the shot. He looked around quickly, making sure no one was seeing him, then he tugged at his tie and took off his blazer and folded it on top of his seat.

Well, it must be the blazer that restricts my operation, it's not that my level is too good. After re-swinging and re-harvesting the immovable golf ball, Fujiwara was a little skeptical of life, and he felt that the sport of golf was not in line with his eight characters.

He leaned down and stared at the golf ball for a long time, then took another pad of the same size and put it on again, and after thinking of a new way to cheat, he regained his confidence and swung again, and this time the golf ball did fly out.

However, the sound of the blow was still not heard. Fujiwara put his hands on his waist and watched as the golf ball flew high and hit the fence in the distance.

Of course, he didn't hit this golf ball, but he blew it directly and hard with the force of the wind, so that the ball speed was very slow.

He had finally used one out of a hundred golf balls, and if he had played them the way he had done the same, he might not have finished them at the end of the driving range.

"Hahahaha, Councillor Swallow, I didn't expect to see you here."

"I didn't expect to meet President Tachibana here, are you bringing members to the team building?" Hearing the familiar voice, Fujiwara Yu immediately put down the golf club in his hand, he casually took out a towel from his club bag and hung it around his neck, took the change and went to the vending machine near the entrance to buy a drink.

Eisuke Tachibana, president of Goi Electric Co., Ltd., nodded his head, and he could see that he was in a very good mood: "Yes, playing a game of golf before going to work can improve work efficiency." ”

"Haha, then I'm going to have a game with you, today's 100 balls, see who finishes first?" Shigehiko Tsuguchi has no councillor's frame at all, and after greeting a few staff members, he goes to play in the corner with Eisuke Tachibana.

Fujiwara Yu didn't worry at all when he saw this, anyway, both of them were in his field of vision, and he just used the power of the wind to eavesdrop on the conversation.

He was leisurely holding the Coca-Cola he had bought from the vending machine, and before he could open the tab, he heard a rather familiar voice.

"Huh? You were the police brother back then! ”