No matter how calm this group of big company executives and government officials were, they couldn't help but laugh when they heard the name "Yang Xijiu."
The influence of the movie "East Becomes West" was not bad, so the group of people quickly understood the meaning of Yang Cheng's words. But after laughing, they suddenly felt that something was wrong. The person they were facing was the young master of Dongxing, Zhou Dongcheng, the little emperor of Zhonghai East's underground world. This kid dared to make fun of him. Did he want to die?!
But Zhou Dongcheng's reaction was surprisingly not angry. Instead, he pursed his lips and said, "Mr. Yang really knows how to joke, but I like humorous men."
His voice was soft and seemed to have a bit of shyness and joy.
Yang Cheng only felt goosebumps all over his body. He took out a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit it up. After puffing out a mouthful of white smoke, he calmed down and said, "I don't like being liked by men."
"You don't like being liked, but that doesn't mean I can't like you." Zhou Dongcheng said in a tongue twister.
Yang Cheng held the cigarette in one hand and scratched his head. He wasn't afraid of the cigarette burning his hair. This soft and sticky young master of Dongxing in front of him was more troublesome than he had imagined. If it was the fierce and strong type, Yang Cheng wouldn't be afraid. But this guy was like a cotton ball, he couldn't use it even if he had the strength.
The surrounding guests had already begun their own activities. There were also a few teams on the tennis court that had begun to slowly hit the ball back and forth.
The warm sunlight shone on the basketball court. Yang Chen stretched his body and didn't speak anymore.
Zhou Dongcheng stared at Yang Cheng's frowning appearance as he smoked. After a while, he continued to laugh and said, "I know Mr. Yang may have some misunderstandings about me, but I really want to be friends with Mr. Yang. I don't know if there is a chance?"
"Friends?" Yang Cheng said vaguely, "The way you make friends is by sending a car to track?"
Zhou Dongcheng didn't deny it. He nodded frankly and said, "Yes, but that time was just an accident. I didn't think Mr. Yang would use such a thunderous method. But I can guarantee that I won't pursue it. In fact, the order I gave them was just to investigate Mr. Yang's surroundings. "
"I don't like it when people investigate me," Yang Cheng said lightly.
Zhou Dongcheng stared back fearlessly. "I promise I won't do it again, Mr. Yang Cheng. And as a man who seems to me to be broad-minded, I think you can forgive me for my reckless action."
Yang Cheng couldn't say anything harsh since he was already being used with honorifics. He could only nod indifferently. "Forget it. I'm too lazy to meddle."
"Then, as a friend, can you play tennis with me?" Zhou Dongcheng suddenly asked.
"I've never fought before."
"It doesn't matter. What's important is the friendly atmosphere, not the content of the score."
Zhou Dongcheng's words were irrefutable, and they felt even more helpless for him taking the initiative to express goodwill.
Yang Cheng sighed and took the lead to stand up. He walked to Tang Wan and said, "President Tang, can I borrow a racket?"
Tang Wan had been paying attention to the conversation between Yang Cheng and Zhou Dongcheng. Although she couldn't hear it clearly, she thought that the two might have contacted each other before. At this moment, she didn't say much. She nodded and signaled a waiter to bring a standard racket to Yang Cheng.
Zhou Dongcheng's follower also immediately took out a pink racket from his sports bag. It was the same color as his clothes. This strange color choice didn't attract much attention. Because in this circle, Zhou Dongcheng liked men. It wasn't a secret that he liked to feminize himself. After seeing it many times, it was understandable.
When Yang Cheng and Zhou Dongcheng played together, the two girls who were originally playing obediently gave up their territory.
Many businessmen and politicians who were present began to doubt their own judgment. Yang Cheng could chat with Zhou Dongcheng and play together. Could it be that his real identity was an extraordinary person? However, there wasn't such a person among the famous people in Zhonghai. Many people guessed that he might be a young master from a big family.
"Well …" Yang Cheng walked to the side of the court and asked Mo Qianni who was chatting with a few men and women, "Miss Mo, how do you play tennis?"
Mo Qianni was stunned. Although she didn't know why this man asked such a silly question, she still simply explained, "It's when someone hits it. Hit it on the ground and then hit it back. Hit it on the court. When it hits the court, you will lose points."
"Oh, I understand." Yang Chen recalled the scenes he had seen on television before, and roughly understood the gist of it.
"You don't know how to play?" Mo Qianni discovered the problem and asked suspiciously.
Yang Cheng truthfully replied, "I haven't played before, but I roughly know how to play."
Those who have played tennis basically knew that although the tennis racket looked very big and the tennis ball was much bigger than ping pong, in reality, on this seemingly small court, it wasn't easy to catch a ball that bounced up from the ground.
Many beginners felt the first time they played tennis. They could clearly see the ball flying in front of them, but they just couldn't hit it. As for hitting it and then hitting it back, it was even more difficult.
Under the gaze of a group of people who were ready to watch a good show, Yang Cheng swaggered with a cigarette in his mouth and walked to the court with a racket. He said to Zhou Dongcheng on the other side, "Come, I'll accompany you for a few rounds."
Many people at the side of the court heard the other meaning in his words and revealed a strange expression. Mo Qianni also slightly blushed. This guy always spoke so rudely.
Zhou Dongcheng, however, warmly smiled, then immediately tossed the ball and swung the racket! His movements couldn't be considered very standard, but the bending and bouncing of his body made him look elegant.
The ball drew a smooth arc, passed the blocking net, shot to the ground on the side of Yang Cheng, and then bounced up diagonally!
Yang Cheng was already standing in the position where the ball bounced. Because his right hand was holding the cigarette, he naturally held the racket in his left hand and easily swung it towards the ball!
"Bang!!" The ball and racket collided, making a suppressed muffled sound!
The tennis ball, in front of everyone's surprised eyes, flew over the blocking net and suddenly flew out of the court!
Like a missile being launched into the sky, it streaked across a diagonal line. After crossing a distance of 20 to 30 meters, it actually continued to fly over the nearly 10 meters of barbed wire on the sidelines of the field, and then landed in the parking lot outside the field.
Many girls exclaimed, was this a ball that was hit by a person with his left hand!?
Even if it didn't hit, it would still be understandable if it was hit out of the court. But that man just casually swung, and even used his left hand, and actually let the ball fly more than ten meters of barbed wire!
Even if the people present were given a cone-shaped stone with just the right weight, no one dared to say that they could easily throw the stone out of the barbed wire!
Seeing the surrounding people, including Zhou Dongcheng, all showed a look of horror. Yang Cheng realized that he accidentally used too much strength. In fact, he didn't use it, but he underestimated the elasticity of the interaction between the tennis ball and the tennis racket.
He smiled awkwardly, flicked the cigarette ash, and continued to put the cigarette in his mouth. Yang Cheng said, "I'm sorry, this ball is quite elastic, I'll go pick it up after I finish playing."
The others all smiled stiffly. Looking at Yang Chen's arm that wasn't very muscular, they revealed a weird expression. If they were to be punched by that hand, they would probably lose their lives.
"Mr. Yang really has godly strength." Zhou Dongcheng was also a person who had seen the world, and he also knew that Yang Cheng's strength was not ordinary, so he quickly calmed down. He took a new ball from his follower and said, "Then let's continue."
This time, Yang Cheng didn't use too much strength. He just calculated the strength to hit the ball back to the opponent's court. As for the angle, speed, and so on, Yang Cheng didn't care at all. The trajectory of the tennis ball in Yang Cheng's eyes was as slow as a turtle crawling, and there was no pressure to speak of.
The people at the side of the field only saw Yang Chen strolling leisurely on the field. Every time he stood at the spot where the ball bounced up, he would then gently push it back with one hand, and the landing point would always be where Zhou Dongcheng stood. Zhou Dongcheng didn't need to move at all to receive the ball.
Everyone could see that Yang Cheng wasn't playing, but playing with the ball!
Although Yang Cheng's posture of holding the racket and playing were "ugly", this didn't affect the people's evaluation of his playing strength.
Many young women's eyes were already shining. Yang Cheng had a cigarette in his mouth, sweat dripping from his forehead, hair blowing in the wind, slightly frowning, and a leisurely expression on his face, which had deeply stuck their eyes.
Tang Wan noticed that Mo Qianni was looking at Yang Cheng with a slightly sluggish look, and her eyes were a bit strangely intoxicated like the other women. She sighed slightly.
In Tang Wan's view, there was no doubt that Yang Cheng was a playboy. From the first time he looked for her by the river, she was already aware of this. Later, when she met Li Jingjing and him at her daughter's school, she was even more certain. This time, she didn't expect that it would be Mo Qianni.
Li Jingjing was a simple girl, so it was normal for her to be deceived by Yang Cheng. However, Mo Qianni, a famous female public relations in the business world and an excellent manager of a company, unexpectedly fell into the trap. This made Tang Wan wonder how Yang Cheng could capture the hearts of these two different but equally outstanding girls.
At this moment, Tang Wan had a slight understanding of the man who was wantonly displaying his clumsy skills on the court, but was able to play the tennis in the palm of his hand. It seemed that this man's greatest characteristic was a characteristic that other men could not possess.
Yang Cheng didn't know that Mo Qianni outside the court was looking at him with a gaze that she had never seen before. He also didn't expect that Tang Wan, who greeted him with a smile, had already listed him as a member of the blacklist in her heart. He only gradually realized that Zhou Dongcheng on the opposite side was almost out of strength to hit the ball back. It seemed that after continuously hitting the ball dozens of times, Zhou Dongcheng was almost out of strength.
When the ball once again shot in front of him, Yang Cheng directly used his hand to firmly grasp the ball, casually spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and shouted to Zhou Dongcheng: "Still playing?"
Zhou Dongcheng was sweating profusely and panting as she bent over. Her hands were supporting her knees so that she didn't fall to the ground. She threw the racket away and waved her hands with difficulty. She said sadly, "I … I don't want to play anymore …"
"Then I'm leaving." Yang Cheng really didn't want to stay in this place any longer. Originally, because of his relationship with Qiangwei, Zhou Dongcheng was bound to be an enemy, but this enemy kept smiling at him, how could he stand it!?
Zhou Dongcheng was a little anxious, and didn't care about the strenuous effort. He panted and shouted: "Yang … Mr. Yang, wait, don't know … don't know if I have the honor to invite Mr. Yang for dinner?"
Have dinner your sister!
When Yang Cheng thought of sitting at the opposite end of the candlelit dinner table with a gorgeously dressed and flirtatious man, his whole body felt cold. He walked to the side of the court and grabbed Mo Qianni's small hand and said: "Let's go, I'm hungry, let's go eat!"
After saying that, he didn't give Mo Qianni a chance to react, and forcefully pulled her out.
Being intimately held by Yang Cheng, Mo Qianni's face couldn't help but blush, and her heart was beating fast. But she didn't have the strength, and didn't seem to have the intention to pull her hand out. She could only turn around and hurriedly say goodbye to the few old CEOs, then left the tennis court with Yang Cheng.
After a few of Zhou Dongcheng's attendants went up to help the dejected Zhou Dongcheng to the side of the court, someone asked with a gloomy face: "Young Master, that Yang Cheng doesn't know what's good for him, should we send some brothers to give him a small gift?"
Zhou Dongcheng glanced at him coldly, scaring the person so much that he peed his pants.
"Yang Cheng is my friend, he's a real man, don't say bad things about him in front of me in the future!"
"Yes … yes … yes, Young Master …"
Zhou Dongcheng looked in the direction that Yang Cheng left, and once again fell into an infatuated look.
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