129 Competition (2/2)

Luo Qi was irritated, but she couldn't find any words to refute him.

Fang Changlei squinted his eyes and said to Xiao Luo with contempt, ”You may refuse if you're not bold enough.”

”Since you want to give me money, why would I refuse? I can't possibly oppose money, am I right?” Xiao Luo smiled playfully.

Fang Changlei snorted. ”You're brave. You just lack a little self-consciousness.”

He did not believe that Xiao Luo could ever beat Zhang Hongda at golf. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able just to watch and do nothing as Zhang Hongda wagered the mooncake orders.

Xiao Luo didn't respond. He turned to look at Zhang Hongda and said, ”So, how do we compete?”

”Let's keep things simple. We'll each do five drives at the teeing area. Then, we'll sum up the distance of the five balls from the hole. Whoever accumulates the smaller value wins,” Zhang Hongda said in disdain.

”Fine, so it is set,” Xiao Luo smiled indifferently.

A little while later, the caddie handed over the club. Staff dedicated to distance measurement stood in the safety zone, ready to rush out at any time to do their duty.

Xu Guansong and Luo Qi stood to the side uneasily. Proficiency in golf was accumulated through years of practice. For one so young like Xiao Luo, who didn't even seem like he knew how to play golf at all, how could he possibly compete with someone as experienced as Zhang Hongda? The most terrible thing of all was that he had used Luo's Workshop as collateral. What else was this if not suicide?

To prevent Xiao Luo from reneging, Zhang Hongda swiftly took a club and strode toward the teeing area. He said, ”I'll go first.”

He adeptly took his a swinging posture, took a glance at the hole, raised his club, and struck the ball with a 'whoosh.' The golf ball arced beautifully through the air before accurately dropping onto the putting green and rolling some distance forward.

The golf course staff ran over immediately with the measuring tape, accurately gauging the ball's distance from the hole.

”1.3 yards!”

When the staff reported the result, Luo Qi and Xu Guansong drew in jittery gasps. This was way too scary. He almost sunk the ball in one stroke. Zhang Hongda was undoubtedly a golf pro.

”Nice shot!” Fang Changlei applauded. ”With your skills, Brother Zhang, you can defeat anyone in Jiangcheng.”

”You flatter me, brother Fang, but this club isn't very fitting for me. I could've gotten the ball closer to the hole.” Zhang Hongda was reasonably confident about this. He didn't feel that he was boasting at all.

”Haha! Show us a hole-in-one next!” Fang Changlei laughed.

Zhang Hongda didn't say a word. His silence was the best answer, although he did want to pull off a hole-in-one and make Xiao Luo give up altogether.

”Mr. Xiao, it's your turn now. Remember to take things slowly and don't swing the club right out of your hands,” Fang Changlei waved at Xiao Luo. He was looking forward to Xiao Luo to make a fool out of himself.

”Relax, Mr. Xiao. This is only the first ball. You still have another four after this,” Zhang Hongda said with a smile. No matter how he looked at him, he felt that Xiao Luo was just a dolt—competing with him at golf? Wasn't that seeking death?

”No pressure!”

Xiao Luo guzzled down the last of his tea, stood up, and headed straight for the teeing area.

”Boss…”

Luo Qi looked at everything anxiously. There was no room for error here, as 1.3 yards was such a close distance. How could Xiao Luo possibly get the ball closer to the hole than that?

Xu Guansong's eyebrows knitted together. It looked as though he was seriously pondering something.