After an afternoon of practice, at four o'clock, there was still one short hole left, and the first seventeen holes were only birdie, a total of 74 strokes, and today's luck was average, when he was in Detroit, he hit par many times.

Eighty to 100 strokes are amateur level, and if he can score three strokes on the last hole, it will be a 77, which is considered a good amateur.

The tee he chose was a quasi-pro gold tee, the second-distance of the five tees, behind the pros' black tee.

Different tees have different distances from the hole, and the total length of the course is different, with the professional black tee generally being 6,900 to 7,200 meters and the gold tee being 6,600 to 6,800 meters.

He had good arm strength and core strength, and he had 17 tees, the longest of which was 280 yards, which was even at the level of a pro, but only once, when the other tees were between 230 yards and 250 yards, which was at a semi-professional level.

Philip looked at the sign next to the tee that marked the distance between the tee point and the hole, and then encouraged: "Zhou, this hole is only a hundred yards, try to score three strokes, don't overshoot." ”

"You're not expecting me to birdie again?" Zhou Quan said with a smile.

"I'm not just looking forward to birdies, I'm expecting eagles, albatrosses, and even hole-in-one." Philip laughed.

Zhou Quan came to the batting point and took the No. 5 long club handed over by the caddy.

The long pars are 1, 3 and 5, corresponding to the long, middle and short holes, respectively, and he raised his club and glanced sideways at the hole beyond 95.

The terrain on this last hole is very favorable, there is no high ground in the middle, there is no obstructed view, there is only a puddle and a bunker where he can see the hole directly.

But on the other side of the green, there was a rough area, and there was even a wood, and if you hit there, there were few shots that you couldn't hit.

He now needs to try to hit the ball directly into the green, but not over the green, so the power needs to be just right.

In the average par, no matter what hole it is, you have two shots left on the green, and the number of strokes left from the tee to the green is the remainder.

In other words, the best way to play a short hole today is to hit one shot to the green, and then two holes on the green, if you only use one hole on the green, it is a birdie.

So the serve is very important and determines whether you can hit par or even birdie.

Bending his head to aim at the ball, balancing his center of gravity at the same time, placing his weight in the middle of his feet, trying not to press on the forefoot, Zhou Quan exhaled lightly and began to swing his arms to hit.

The striking action is not fast, and it does not need to be fast, and if you hit too quickly, it will cause the striking surface to distort and not form a plane.

Even too fast, bad luck, can cause spinal sprains.

"Smack!"

As the club drops and rises again, a crisp hitting sound sounds, and the white golf ball instantly flies high into the distance.

The top of the arc of the ball is very high, and Zhou Quan deliberately played a high arc ball, so that when the ball falls at the end, it will land at an angle almost right angle, although it will bounce, but it will not roll too far.

The reason for this was that he didn't want the ball to roll out of the green.

For this one, he landed on the hole, hit it as far as he could, and then with a putt, a two-shot solution, and birdie.

The so-called birdie is one under par, the par for the short hole is a three, and the hole-in-one is a birdie.

In addition to birdies, there are also the so-called eagle balls and albatrosses, which are two and three under par, respectively.

He and Philip looked at the ball flying high and watched it slide down.

A few seconds later, the white ball shot into the hole like a sharp arrow and disappeared.

A staff member on the green side also hurriedly ran over, picked up the ball in the hole, and then raised his hand high to signal that the ball was in the hole.

"Haha...... Good luck. He laughed.

"Oh! Oh, a hole-in-one? ”

Philip exclaimed in disbelief, and he shouted at Zhou Quan: "Zhou, I suggest that you switch to golf, and you will earn less than basketball." ”

"I'll think about it." Zhou Quan said with a smile.

Philip smiled and asked, "75, 3 over par, a good result, with more practice, you can really play professionally."

Do you want me to arrange for you, now that the U.S. Tour is in its sixth stop in Phoenix, starting next week, I'll find a way to get you a wild card. ”

"Not yet, my focus is on basketball, I can't be distracted at the moment, let's talk about it later." Zhou Quan shook his head and said.

At this time, in the stadium, Jordan and others had enough of playing, and a group of people had dinner on the court and then played cards here.

Jordan was in a good mood and had a bit of luck today, shooting a 76 to just four more than par, and a little better tomorrow at the charity tournament might be able to play under par.

"Hey, Michael, look."

Barkley suddenly handed over a newspaper in his hand and said, "The Los Angeles Daily News said that Iron Fist has also been invited to participate in tomorrow's charity match. ”

Jordan took it and looked at it, really, he threw away the newspaper and said disdainfully: "That hillbilly from China, has he ever touched a golf club?" Is there a golf course in his country? ”

"Haha......"

A bunch of superstars burst out laughing.

Oakley, as Jordan's friend, also followed, and then said disdainfully: "This guy is not qualified to participate in the celebrity charity game at all, is he a celebrity?"

At best, he is a little famous in Detroit, and Detroit's famous killer king is nothing else. ”

Barkley grinned: "Then you underestimate Iron Fist, his performance in the playoffs, especially in the Eastern Conference finals against Michael, is enough to become a star." ”

Larry Bird laughed: "Not to mention his performance on the court, just with the locker room violence, with his own hands to end the bad boy army, just with your holidays, with Michael, he has a good reputation in the United States, otherwise why did he get a signed sneaker contract?" ”

Magic Johnson smiled: "Charles, you may have overlooked, in Los Angeles, the Iron Fist Slaughterer is not a small name!" During the Eastern Conference finals, his sneakers sold well in Los Angeles. ”

"Really?" Oakley is stupid.

……

August 13, 1992, Los Angeles Celebrity Charity Golf Tournament.

At eight o'clock, Zhou Quan, accompanied by Philip, came to the National Golf Course.

The official professional tournament for men is four rounds, and this charity tournament is only two days in total, with two rounds played in one day, and the charity auction is first participated in in the morning, and the official start of playing at nine o'clock, and nine holes in the morning and afternoon.

There are a total of forty or fifty celebrities, in addition to Jordan and other eleven members of the Dream Team, there are more than a dozen Hollywood A-list movie stars, as well as seven or eight stars of other sports, as well as more than 20 celebrities and celebrities in politics, law, and business.

There are a lot of media, no matter which celebrity it is, they are the target of their pursuit.

There were already a lot of people who bought tickets outside the venue, some were golf fans, and more were fans of chasing stars, at least a thousand people.

Whether it is popularity or qualifications, Zhou Quan is a small role in it, and it can't be compared, but in Los Angeles, his popularity is okay, and when he entered the scene, some local media immediately came to interview him.

"Iron Fist, have you ever played golf?" A reporter from the Los Angeles Daily asked.

"I've never played, including amateur games, and when I play on my own, my best score is three under par. Yesterday I had the luck of a hole-in-one on another course practice, but it was only a 100-yard hole. Zhou Quan smiled.

This is not the time to be humble, otherwise these media will not praise you.

Golf is known as an aristocratic sport, the attention is very high, and golf is also one of the most profitable sports, he wants to try to play a little better today, and it is best to play par.

"Oh, that's good!" The reporter exclaimed.

"Michael Jordan and they have arrived just now, everyone has prepared charity donations, what have you prepared?" A reporter from the Los Angeles Sports News asked.

Zhou Quan smiled: "Of course I also prepared, it was my ice hockey gloves when I won the championship with the Bruins last year." ”

Barkley, who was not far away, pulled down his face when he heard this, didn't you give me that glove, when did you steal it back?

"Hey, Iron Fist......"

"Hey, hello."

"Iron Fist Slayer, when will you play ice hockey again?"

"I'll play when I get the chance."

Outside the venue, some people who knew him shouted from time to time.

"Hey, hello Miss Roberts."

"Iron Fist, long time no see."

"Hey, Larry."

"Iron Fist, have you applied for your boxing license?" Larry Bird asked mysteriously.

"You got it?" Zhou Quan was a little surprised.

"Boxing license?"

Roberts had the tip of his ear and heard.

"Humph!"

Oakley and the Postman both snorted.

Zhou Quan smiled and said to Roberts: "I just entered the NBA, and some guys want to bully me...... Speaking of this, he pointed to Oakley and the postman, and said: "There is also a guy named Larry Johnson, I can only play with them." ”

"Then teach them a good lesson, the Iron Fist Slaughterer is not a person to be bullied, and the whole of Los Angeles will support you."

Zhou Quan was born in UCLA, he is half an Angelenite, and he is also handsome and personable, while Oakley and the postman's meaty faces are not good people at first glance, and Roberts, who is not interested in black people, is of course on his side.

Hearing Roberts's words, Oakley and the postman had a bad face, and Michael Jordan and the others were not very good.

It's not that they're worried about how much Roberts will support Zhou Quan, but they think of what Roberts said, if all the audience at the scene supports Zhou Quan at that time, it will definitely suppress the postman's psychology, and then it's over.

Barkley whispered to the postman, "You've chosen the wrong place, this is his home base." You should put it in New York, where the influence is greater than Los Angeles, and if you fight him at Madison Square Garden, think about the reaction? ”

"At the beginning, I said that the address would be chosen by him, and we would set the time, but I really didn't consider this at that time." The postman said with some regret.

In order to suppress Zhou Quan's momentum, Jordan immediately said: "Iron Fist, why didn't you see you in this Olympics, didn't your national team take a fancy to you?" My God, you can't even look down on your strength, it seems that the strength of your national team is very strong! ”

The postman interjected at the right time: "So what about the results of the Chinese national team?" ”

"Seven defeats in seven battles, no victory in one battle, and the bottom of the Olympics." Pippen said immediately.

"Haha......" The superstars laughed.

Zhou Quan was a little dark-faced, only ruthless in his heart, in the future, when Lao Tzu's strength is strong, and the pistons' strength is strong, you dogs will wait in front of me one by one.

Not long after, the organizers announced the start of the charity auction, and the auction hall set up a table in the open space next to it, with rows of white chairs in front of it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to you......"

After the host's opening remarks, he said: "The first donation is from Michael Jordan's No. 23 jersey, which he wore in Michael's G1 game in this year's finals......"

"Papapa......" The scene resounded with warm applause.

"All the donations today have a flat floor price, $3,000. Start bidding now for a minimum of $1,000 per session. The host said.

"Fifty thousand dollars."

As soon as the host's voice fell, someone shouted below.

"Sixty thousand."

"Eighty thousand."

……

Soon, the price was $200,000.

Jordan's face was very calm, but under the sunglasses, his eyes had narrowed together, and the corners of his mouth were curled, and it could be seen that he was in a good mood.

"230,000."

After 200,000 yuan, someone immediately made another offer, and this time it was Microsoft boss Bill Gates who shouted the price.

This was the first time he had made a bid, and after he had made a bid, no one had spoken out.

"Bang!"

The host did not delay, and went down with a hammer to finalize the auction.

Zhou Quan touched his chin, and it would be his turn to be a glove later, in case no one shouted the price and had to spend money to buy it back, his face would be lost.

The auction went on one by one, and when it came to the postman, his donation was a pair of his signature sneakers, which Barkley had auctioned off at the lowest bid.

"Have you discussed it?"

Zhou Quan doesn't laugh at others, after all, if he buys his own gloves later, it will be even more embarrassing.

So he decided that if he didn't have a coffee seat, he would participate in this kind of activity less in the future.

Finally, it was Zhou Quan's turn to glove, and the host smiled and said: "This donation is from the Iron Fist Slayer, which is the glove he used to win the NCAA championship last year, please bid." ”

Zhou Quan's heart jumped, Damn, if anyone wants to help me call a price, I'll give you a pair of gloves later?

"Five thousand."

In the next moment, Roberts, who was in the seat in front of him, raised his hand.

"This sister is so beautiful! I wish you a bright future and become the number one actress in Hollywood. Zhou Quan praised from the bottom of his heart.

Jordan and the others, who were about to watch the play, glanced at Roberts, this woman wouldn't have a leg with the kid with Iron Fist, would she always help him?

"Ten thousand dollars."

There was a new bid, and it was not the guests present, but a middle-aged man who had entered the venue with a takeaway ticket, raised his hand and shouted: "Ten thousand dollars, I'm a fan of the Iron Fist Slayer, give it to me." ”

Seeing Rogge Philip standing next to the middle-aged man with a smile on his face, Zhou Quan was not stupid, and he understood everything.

At this moment, he just wants to scold, Rogge, don't fool around, we have a lot of gloves, and if you buy it back for $10,000, you will lose money, so let the beautiful sister take it for $5,000.

Unfortunately, his wish was not fulfilled, and the host went down with a hammer and sold his gloves to Roger Philip for $10,000...... The middle-aged man next to him.

Two minutes later, the charity auction ended, a total of 56 donations, a total of 3.11 million US dollars were raised, as for where the money is used, charity is business, after the donation is the boss's money, only the boss knows, the donor is not qualified to know.

Next, it's game time.

The thousands of fans outside the stadium also began to disperse, and they all followed their own fans to the entire golf course.

There are dozens of guests, and not everyone will play off, most of them will play, and a few have no intention of playing.

Anyone who wants to play is accompanied by a caddy, an assistant or agent, and two carts.

There were also a few fans not far from Zhou Quan, and the middle-aged man who bought his gloves was also among them, when Philip walked over and asked in a low voice, "Who is that person?" ”

"My cousin."

Philip smirked.

"Mr. Philip, I should have praised you for arranging this matter, but you cost me $10,000." He said angrily.

Philip hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I just wanted to raise the price, I thought there would be someone shouting the price, mistakes, mistakes." ”

Zhou Quan looked at the sky with his eyes, is this a mockery of me?

"Hey, Iron Fist, do you have the courage to take a gamble?"

At this moment, Jordan's arrogant voice sounded behind him.

Zhou Quan turned to look, the dream team was behind him, all looking at him, as if waiting for his review, Jordan had another cigar on his mouth, and was looking down at him, very angry.

He said angrily: "Flying man, you are clever, why don't you bet that you can sweep us when you decide to the east?" You've cost me half a million dollars. ”

Jordan said dissatisfiedly: "You just say bet or not, if you don't have the guts, you say NO." ”

"How do you want to bet?" Zhou Quan asked with a smile.

"One Shot ......"

Jordan paused, just now Barkley said that Zhou Quan had scored three under par, he didn't believe it at all, this must be an iron fist bragging, but he didn't dare to take too much risk, after all, his money was not blown by the wind, and after hesitation, he said: "Ten thousand dollars a stroke." ”

"That's all you dare?"

"How big are you going to bet?"

The disdain on Zhou Quan's face was about to fall to the ground, which made Jordan very uncomfortable, and immediately asked rhetorically.

"Twenty thousand." He said.

"Thirty thousand." A mocked Jordan shot back.

"Thirty thousand is thirty thousand."

He nodded in agreement, Jordan's golf level he knew, the media reported a lot of news, close to professional level, at most comparable to him, unless he was too unlucky and hit the ball into the puddle jungle, even if he lost, he wouldn't lose much.

"Zhou, play a little better. Golf is very popular, especially this time celebrity charity, there are so many media, if you play professionally, you will definitely become famous. Philip admonished.

"I do my best." He said.

(End of chapter)