Competition

As if he were the host, Xiao Luo took another cup and poured himself some tea. He gazed leisurely at Zhang Hongda and asked, "Mr. Zhang, I heard that you visit the golf course often, so I assume that your game is ok-ish. Are you interested in playing one round with me?"

Zhang Hongda couldn't contain his laughter and cackled as if he'd just heard the greatest joke in the world. He pointed at Xiao Luo as he said to Fang Changlei, "Brother Fang, did you hear him? This kid said that he wants to play golf with me."

"Brother Zhang, since he wants to be tortured, just let him!"

Fang Changlei looked at Xiao Luo like he was looking at some idiot. Among Jiangcheng's league of bosses, no one was ignorant of Zhang Hongda's proficiency in golf. He had once achieved a miraculous hole-in-two at the Masters' Tournament held in the United States. Competing with Zhang Hongda in golf was a perfect realization of the phrase 'new-born calves are not afraid of tigers.'