"There."

The magician reminded by pointing to a trajectory.

When playing in a bunker, he can only step on the bunker, including his hand and club, and cannot touch any obstacles in the bunker, otherwise he will be punished with two strokes, and he is very cautious.

To judge the softness, hardness, dryness and humidity of a bunker, you can only judge by the depth of your feet in the bunker, which requires a lot of experience.

In addition, when testing the rod, the clubhead must not touch the sand surface, otherwise you will also be penalized.

"Bu!"

Taking the S-stick handed over by the caddy, that is, the bunker bar, which is also an iron rod, he determined the position of the ball, he walked there, adjusted his body, tried the rod first, and then hit it with one shot, and a large piece of sand was raised, but the ball buried in the sand only jumped once, and fell again.

The shot failed, but the ball was revealed, and the shot still worked.

"Alas!"

The onlookers shook their heads and sighed.

"Smack!"

At this time, Zhou Quan hit a shot, and the ball flew to the green, landed firmly on the turf, and rolled forward again, only four yards away from the hole.

"Beautiful!"

"Very beautiful!"

Philip Huan and his cousin cheered.

"Oh, there's a chance Tekken could make birdies, I'll take a look." Barkley yelled as he ran towards the cart.

Jordan looked over and saw Zhou Quan in the distance making a Y gesture towards him, and couldn't help but snort coldly.

After getting off the cart, Zhou Quan walked to the position of the ball and determined that it was less than five yards away from the hole, and the accurate distance was 3.92 meters.

He took the L-shaped putt, calculated the slope of the turf, as well as the angle and power of the hit, while concentrating on adjusting his body and breathing, and after six or seven seconds, the L-shaped head gently pushed forward, and the ball crossed a small arc on the turf and landed accurately into the hole.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Philip and others hurriedly applauded.

"Iron Fist, really birdie, good job!" Barkley, who rushed over to see the bustle, shouted.

Zhou Quan glanced at Jordan, who was still tossing in the sand pit in the distance, and said with a smile: "Guess what, how many shots does it take for the flying man to come out?" ”

"At least three strokes." Philip laughed.

Barkley laughed and said, "I've already hit two shots, at least three, of course." ”

Philip did the math and said, "Zhou, now you are 41, he is already 42, and he has to finish this hole......"

At this time, there was a cheer from Jordan's side, and it turned out that he had hit the ball out of the bunker.

"Forty-three."

Philip took one look and continued: "There's still more than a hundred yards to get here from there, and he's going to have to take at least two hole-in-one shots to go to the green, which is 45, four strokes short of you." ”

A par four in the middle hole has been played now, and at least two more shots are going to be over, and Jordan is in a very upset mood.

But the displeasure was still to come, and on the next shot, he was ready to go to the green, but he failed and didn't go up.

"Shet!"

Annoyed, he smashed a pole on the grass, and with a click, the iron pole broke directly.

"Click, click, click......"

A large number of media not far away suddenly pressed the shutter and slapped Jordan and the broken club.

"Michael, there is so much media, you better control your emotions." Magic Johnson reminded with a smile.

Next, his mentality was a little unbalanced, and it took three more shots to hit the ball into the hole.

On this middle hole, he played a full 7 and 3 over par for a total of 46, five strokes behind Zhou Quan in the first 10 holes.

The game continued, the score advantage was great, the victory was in hand, Zhou Quan played better and better, and his confidence came up, and his luck was getting better and better.

The eleventh hole was a long hole and he made par and then birdied again on the twelfth hole.

In the next few holes, he played well as well, only one hole was over-putted, the last hole-in-one putt was wrong, and the rest was a par for seventeen holes, with the last middle hole remaining.

He made two birdies, one over one and a par fourteen for a total of 67.

As soon as he hits par on the final hole, he'll finish the game with a good score of one under par, playing at a true professional level.

Jordan, on the other hand, played poorly, relying on his absolutely strong psychological quality, forcibly adjusted his mentality, and his performance was not as bad as the tenth hole.

But overall bad luck didn't make a birdie once, and Zhou Quan played 17 holes, he only hit 15 holes, and according to the par of 15 holes, he is already 7 strokes behind Zhou Quan.

Zhou Quan stood on the tee line on the last hole.

Not far away, there are a lot of people watching, because his professional performance has attracted a lot of media and fans, no less than Jordan's, and a camera from Los Angeles TV has always followed him, and some guests have also come to watch.

"Smack!"

He hit it with confidence and the ball flew into the air.

"Beautiful! It should be three hundred yards. Philip applauded and cheered.

"Horn!"

The ball landed on the fairway, bounced, rolled another two meters, and stopped at the edge of the fan.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

"Beautiful, this far off the tee, maybe you can make birdies again."

"Iron Fist, second shot to the green."

Cheers, cheers, and applause rang out immediately.

"301 yards."

Zhou Quan estimated it himself, he handed the club to the caddy, took off the hat on his head, put on sunglasses, waved his hat to the fans and the media, and walked to the cart.

"Click, click, click......"

The media's cameras flickered at him.

Coming to the ball position, the middle hole is only 431 yards, which means that it is now 130 yards away from the hole and 115 yards and 140 yards away from the green.

The green is a lawn, with an average area of 460 square meters and a distance of more than 100 yards, which is not very difficult for professional or quasi-professional golfers to hit in one stroke.

"Smack!"

He hit the second shot and the ball landed firmly on the green, rolled over the edge of the hole and over six yards.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

"Alas, it's just a little bit, it's an eagle ball."

"Birdie is not bad, and if you make another birdie, Iron Fist will be birdie for the third time today, and he can go to the pro tournament."

Seeing the ball land on the green, the fans who watched applauded again and talked about it.

"Zhou, great job!" Philip came up and high-fived.

Zhou Quan nodded, took off his hat again and waved to the fans, receiving a round of applause.

Arriving on the green, he took the putt, stood on the side of the ball, and seven or eight seconds later, the head of the club gently flicked forward, and the ball arced and luckily landed exactly into the hole.

Eighteen holes, three birdies, one over-par, fourteen-hole par for a total of 70, two under par.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Fans and media who watched applauded.

"Thank you!"

Zhou Quan waved his hat again, and the smile on his face was particularly sunny.

He then signed autographs for some fans and then gave interviews to the media, mainly on Los Angeles television.

"Iron Fist, will you compete in the pro competition in the future?"

"Let's talk about it when I have a chance, I can't affect the NBA game because of golf."

"Do you think you've reached a professional level now?"

"I still need to train, and at the overall level, I should be close to the professional level."

"Do you really want to fight the postman and them?"

"You know, I can't refuse, in this country, to be successful as a yellow race, I have to put in more effort, and to refuse means to be weak, no matter how strong the opponent is, even if I will lose, I must and can only play."

At this time, Jordan finished his eighteenth hole and was unlucky, with a total of 81 strokes, nine over par.

"It's actually not bad, after all, it's a black table, and the standard professional chief is very difficult for an amateur player like Michael."

"Yes, if you play gold or blue today, Michael should be able to shoot par."

"But the iron fist is also black, and people are two under par."

"That's just luck, and Tekken doesn't necessarily hit par on the black table every time."

The onlookers were talking.

Jordan had a bad face, he lost Zhou Quan 11 strokes, 50,000 US dollars a shot, that is, 550,000 US dollars, and his salary next season is only 4 million US dollars, which is a one-eighth loss, and he will work in vain for more than a month.

Barkley comforted: "Michael, you shouldn't have promised to increase the weight of the iron fist, if it is 30,000 US dollars, you will only lose 330,000, if it is 20,000, you will only lose 220,000, you are so stupid." ”

“……”

Jordan glared angrily, damn fat pig, you don't speak, no one treats you as a mute.

"Flyer, you don't need to give me your check, just hand it over to the organizer." Zhou Quan's voice sounded not far away.

"I will." Jordan gritted his teeth.

"Tomorrow?" Zhou Quan asked.

"Humph!"

Jordan snorted, when am I an idiot?

He said coldly, "Iron Fist, it's kind of a baseball game with me." ”

Zhou Quan was stunned, and some strange looks flashed on his face, baseball, that's a real percussion sport, am I afraid of you?

"What, scared?" Jordan said.

"Haha......" Zhou Quan laughed.

"To fight or not?" Jordan asked dissatisfied.

"You're confident in your baseball skills?" Zhou Quan asked curiously.

Jordan was a little embarrassed, and of course I was confident, but mostly I didn't believe you could still play baseball.

He absolutely didn't believe that Zhou Quan had energy on baseball in addition to ice hockey, basketball, and golf.

"Okay, I'll fulfill you, you can arrange it." Zhou Quan said with a smile.

"OK, I'll let you know when it's arranged." Jordan turned around and left.

"Iron Fist, congratulations, you are the person who donated the most money in this charity celebrity competition." A reporter said loudly.

Jordan heard this and left at a faster pace.

Soon after, everyone finished playing, and the statistical results showed that Zhou Quan had the least number of strokes, first.

But there is still tomorrow's round, and if you add tomorrow's strokes, he can still get first place and receive a so-called championship trophy.

……

In the evening, relying on his outstanding performance during the day, as well as applying for a boxing license and preparing for a boxing match with the postman, Zhou Quan entered the news of major TV stations.

"This is a bigger reaction than my 20+10 performance in the Eastern Conference Finals series!" Sitting on the sofa in the hotel room, he couldn't help but complain.

Philip next to him said: "I said, golf has a great influence, aristocratic sports, people in this world, who doesn't yearn for aristocratic life?" ”

He also suggested: "Iron Fist, let's participate in the tour, one or two stops a year, increase your influence, it will be of great benefit." You are a cross-border, and you are professional, not an amateur ticket, and your influence will be greater. ”

Zhou Quan thought for a while and said, "Then you have to choose a good time, and you can't affect the NBA game." ”

Seeing that he agreed, Philip was very excited and promised: "Definitely not, you don't want to play on the tour, when you are leisure, you have to play a stop in the middle of the season, you have to look at the schedule, and play a stop in the offseason." ”

He added: "Be cautious about the boxing match with the postman, and see how the alliance reacts in the next two days." Seriously, boxing is as influential as golf, if you can really ......"

Zhou Quan waved his hand and said: "I think too much, my energy can't be too scattered, except for basketball, at most I have time to practice golf, and I don't have time to practice boxing anymore." ”

Philip smiled and said, "That's right, golf is better, boxing is also easy to get hurt." But you also have to hire a golf coach, otherwise you may get injured, let me hire one for you, right? ”

"No, I'm training at a golf course in Detroit, where there are coaches, and I think it's pretty good." Zhou Quan shook his head and said.

"That's fine. Do you have a membership card? ”

"That's it."

……

The next day, the celebrity charity match continued.

Early in the morning, Zhou Quan brought a stack of newspapers.

Sure enough, even the New York Times ran his news on the front page with the headline: "The best golfer among basketball players and hockey players, one person crosses three realms." ”

Other newspapers also have his news, golf is a lot of attention, the Pistons last reached the Eastern Conference finals, whether it is the team or himself, far from receiving so much attention and coverage.

In the charity game on this day, Zhou Quan no longer competed with Jordan, but formed a team with Roberts and several other stars as agreed.

Luckily, it wasn't as good as yesterday, but it made two more birdies, but there were two bogeys, which were over-shots, and finally finished the tournament with a par 72 and took first place.

The organizers presented him with a silver platter with the 56th winner of the Los Angeles Golf Celebrity Charity Tournament written on it, as well as the pinyin of the word Zhou Quan.

He was also the only one who played the black table today, Jordan did not play the black table again, chose the semi-professional gold platform, and shot a good score of 74.

Originally, because of the crazy popularity of the Dream Team, his sneaker sales were in trouble these days, but with the attention of the charity game, there was a wave of outbreaks today.

"Zhou, today your shoes are selling big again. This time, not only Los Angeles, but also San Francisco has sold a lot, many Chinese are buying your shoes, and your influence and popularity have expanded from Los Angeles to the entire Greater Bay Area. ”

After the game, Philip said excitedly to Zhou Quan.

"Then maybe I can play for the Warriors in the future? I was the rookie they had chosen. Zhou Quan said in a joking tone.

Philip laughed and said, "Zhou, the league has announced that if you and the postman are injured in a boxing match, if you can't play during the injury, you will face a ban and a fine, and you will also have no salary. ”

"Why didn't the alliance ban us?"

"Your contract has clauses prohibiting dangerous activities such as professional boxing, wrestling, racing, motorcycling, etc., but now if you insist on doing that, that's what the league generally penalizes," Philip said.

Except for Oakley, you are all stars, and the Postman is still a superstar, and it is impossible for the league officials to ban you for life.

So, Zhou, you have to train well and don't get hurt. In addition, your shoes continue to sell well today, and I think your popularity will continue for a while. ”

Speaking of this, he thought for a moment and then said, "The league definitely doesn't like you guys doing this, and the same goes for Pistons management.

Week, you have to be mentally prepared that the management will think that you have no interests in the interests of the team, so if you have a major injury or a dip in form in the future, they will most likely choose to trade you. ”

"I know."

Next, Zhou Quan entered the training again.

And in Detroit, Troy Weaver, the new general manager, is in the middle of a headache.

The last deal was rejected, but fortunately, the news was not leaked, and neither Philadelphia nor the league revealed the existence of that deal, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, but he was still worried, he knew that the news was likely to be exposed, so he didn't know which day it would explode.

In this year's draft, because the first-round pick was changed to the Warriors last year, Zhou Quan was selected, so this time there was only a second-round pick and a small forward was selected, but he didn't like it at all and didn't plan to sign it.

Nothing to gain from the draft, but to start with a trade and try to bring in one or two young and motivated players.

Ulrich, who didn't defend well, became a bargaining chip, as did John Sely.

Of the two, Ulrich has one year left on his contract with the Pistons, $1.11 million.

And John Sely has another year left, signing a two-year, $4 million contract last year, two million a year, and the one he wants to complete the deal most is John Sely, who is bigger and injured.

Apart from these two main players, the others have little trading value.

The Assassins and Mark Aguirre have a certain trade value, the contract between the two adds up to 3.62 million for the new season, and the Assassins alone are 2.27 million, but the Pistons' bench lineup needs people, and although these two are substitutes, they have a higher status on the team, especially Thomas is now back to leadership, so there is no trade for the time being.

But John Sely's deal with Ulrich didn't go well and he couldn't get the guy he wanted, so the roster building was in trouble.

Now he's only got three guys from free agency, Olden Polines on the inside, Terry Mills on the inside, and Ervin Robertson on guard.

Polinis, who can play at the No. 4 or No. 5 spot, was 28 years old, the No. 8 pick in the first round in '87, and then the Bulls traded him for Pippen.

This man's rebounding ability is not bad, both offensive and defensive are average, but it is difficult to find an interior line, and it is not bad to find such a person from the free market.

Terry Mills, 24 years old, the No. 16 pick in the first round in '90, was reimbursed for a serious injury in the rookie game, played only 17 games, and then was waived by the Bucks, but this year he was waived by the Blue Nets, and he picked it up.

Five-year contract, a total of $9.49 million, the contract is not small, he got it, mainly to strengthen the bench lineup, this Mills defense is average, but has the ability to shoot, can play a certain role in the bench lineup.

Robertson, 30, was the replacement he found for Joe Dumas.

These three people are very reluctant to play the main lineup and can only play as substitutes, so his main problem has not been solved.

Ulrich is not in a hurry, he really can't trade and can keep it for another year, and let it go directly next year, but the problem of the No. 5 position needs to be solved.

He was looking for a center who was more offensive than John Seley and had some defense and rebounding.

(End of chapter)