Fanling Club is the largest and most luxurious golf club in Hong Kong.
I don’t know when the sport of golf was inexplicably classified as a sport for the upper class. Some long-established rich people or nouveau riche who like to imitate other people’s elegant games when they have money but no place to spend it all like to have nothing to do. Go play golf - regardless of whether it is possible or not, you must have all the equipment, and sometimes a set of clubs can cost tens of thousands of dollars. This shows that most people really cannot afford to play this kind of sport.
Yan Murong was dressed in casual clothes. Under the leadership of the caddy, he came to the rest area of the golf course. From a distance, he saw Wang Chuanru wearing golf equipment sitting there drinking tea, while the king of kings stood behind him. , lowered his head, with five finger prints clearly printed on his face.
"Please take a seat,"
Seeing Yan Murong coming over, Wang Chuanru stretched out his hand. When Yan Murong sat down, he picked up the teacup and poured a cup of tea for Yan Murong.
"Kuding tea," Yan Murong took a sip and said, "Boss Wang, your family has a big business, why do you drink this kind of tea? Even if you can't drink Dahongpao, at least you have to get some top-quality Longjing."
"Kuding tea relieves internal heat," Wang Chuanru said with a smile, not at all annoyed by Yan Murong's joking words, "Autumn is dry and it is easy to get angry. Drinking some Kuding tea is good for the body."
Yan Murong admitted that Wang Chuanru was indeed a little angry at this time, but it was just a matter of anger.
"Mr. Yan, I'm sorry for you. I'll apologize to you here first," Wang Chuanru held up the tea cup as an apology and said, "I know Mr. Yan likes to be more direct, so I won't beat around the bush ----- If you lose, you lose. Our Wang family can still afford to lose. However, I cannot give you the shares of the racecourse. However, I can use the market price of the shares of the racecourse to convert it into cash compensation. What do you think?"
"Old Wang, you are so stingy," Yan Murong smiled, pointed at his nose and asked, "Do you think I am a fool?"
"If you are a fool, then there will be no smart people in the world," Wang Chuanru said, shaking his head.
"Thank you for the compliment," Yan Murong grinned and said, "But even if you praise me to the sky, you still have to give me what I deserve - I am not stupid, and you are not stupid either. You know better than me which one is more profitable: equal shares or a one-time buyout."
"Twice the price," Wang Chuanru said calmly.
As Yan Murong said, Wang Chuanru only holds 7% of the shares, but the 7% dividends are worth hundreds of millions every year - in other words, even if all his businesses go bankrupt, as long as the racecourse's With the shares still in hand, I don’t have to worry about eating, drinking and having fun in this life. I can just lie at home with my beautiful woman in my arms every day and wait for money to fall from the sky.
How could Wang Chuanru give up something so profitable to others?
"You play slowly, I'm going back first," Yan Murong stood up and prepared to leave, rejecting Wang Chuanru's proposal with action.
"Mr. Yan, please stay," Wang Chuanru shouted quickly, "Why don't you come up with some conditions to give up the shares of the racecourse?"
Wang Chuanru has been in business for many years and has become extremely cunning. After the king of kings told him about the process of betting on horses with Yan Murong, he knew that his idiot son had been tricked by Yan Murong. What follows are the corresponding conditions.
"Then I'll tell you my conditions,"
"Tell me, as long as it's not too much, I can promise you anything,"
"Okay," Yan Murong sat down again, stretched out two fingers and said, "Two conditions - first, as you said, twice the price, is there any problem?"
"No problem, I can transfer the money to you now," Wang Chuanru said happily, and Yan Murong also reported his account. Soon, the phone received a message from the bank, showing that the transfer was successful, and there was a message in Yan Murong's small purse. Another billion in extra income.
"What about the second condition," Wang Chuanru asked.
"The second condition," Yan Murong looked at the King of Kings, "I want to know an answer from his mouth,"
"You can ask," Wang Chuanru nodded.
"The King of Kings, I want to know who that foreigner is," Yan Murong asked, looking at the King of Kings.
"I don't know his name," the king of kings said expressionlessly, but Yan Murong could tell that this guy didn't lie to him.
"Okay, then this question doesn't count," Yan Murong continued to ask, "Then, who asked you to arrest me? Don't think you are hanging out with Ye Lanjun and Zheng Xiao. I don't know, but I said , I am the mantis, you may not be the oriole ----- who is the person behind you?"
"I don't understand what you are talking about," the King of Kings said in denial.
"I really don't understand." Yan Murong narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the king of kings with burning eyes, as if he wanted to see through the person. "Believe it or not," the king of kings turned his head, not daring to look at Yan. Murong's eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Wang Chuanru asked with a strange look on his face. Obviously, his expression was not pretending, but he had no idea what the king of kings was doing.
"Old Wang, it seems that your son has done a lot of things without telling you," Yan Murong said with a smile, "I won't say anything else, you can ask him yourself, I'm leaving."
"Okay, I won't give it away," Wang Chuanru nodded. The matter was settled. There was no need for him to keep Yan Murong. This saved him from being upset when he thought of his idiot son who gambled on horse racing and even gave him the shares of the racecourse. If he loses, he won't be angry at all.
Until Yan Murong's figure completely disappeared, Wang Chuanru's eyes shifted to the king of kings, and his sharp eyes seemed to roast the king of kings alive.
"Dad, you-----don't believe what he says," the King of Kings avoided the fiery gaze and said defensively, "You also know that the boy named Yan is very cunning and never says a word in his mouth. To be honest, I really didn’t do anything,”
"I don't want to know what you did," Wang Chuanru waved his hand to interrupt the king of kings and said, "I'm just telling you, no matter what you do, don't implicate the Wang family, otherwise, you will get nothing."
"Dad, you believe me," the king of kings explained eagerly, "I really didn't do anything. I am your son. How can you doubt me? You don't know who the person named Yan is. Well, he is just a small person, and his words cannot be believed at all,"
"I didn't say I believed him," Wang Chuanru stood up and said, "As I said again, I don't care what you do, but don't bring trouble to the Wang family."
"dad-----"
"Take care of yourself," Wang Chuanru didn't give him a chance to speak anymore, stood up and left, leaving the king of kings standing there, his eyes full of anger.