Fang Shihua went to Beijing and became a disciple of Qin Qianyu.
At that time, Fang Shihua was young and proud.
In his opinion, even Qin Qianyu only had a few more years of hard work than him.
As long as you put a little effort and take some time, you can definitely catch up.
Fang Shihua is so confident.
After all, he is a genius.
Then, at Qin Qianyu's place, he met the even more talented Chen Yang.
At that time, young Chen Yang had just become a disciple of Qin Qianyu and started learning golf from scratch.
At that stage, Fang Shihua was already at a professional level, and his age and physical condition were at their peak.
Fang Shihua completely despised young Chen Yang in terms of his playing skills. He was just worried about the Chen family behind young Chen Yang, so he didn't dare to show it at all.
But what he didn't expect was that after just three months, the strength and weakness between the two people would be reversed.
This is still young Chen Yang who is learning antiques, snooker, and Texas Hold'em poker at the same time...
Golf is just a fraction of the energy that young Chen Yang spent in three months to learn and practice.
"Let's have a fight!"
Fang Shihua still remembers the young man Chen Yang holding his head proudly and asking him for a fight.
Then, Fang Shihua failed miserably.
Without waiting for him to make various excuses, the young man Chen Yang then challenged his master Qin Qianyu. A fierce battle ended evenly.
Fang Shihua was completely shocked.
He has no excuses anymore.
From then on, Fang Shihua never mentioned talent because he had seen the best talents.
That blow was so severe that it directly cut off Fang Shihua's upward passage. Qin Qianyu sighed many times, saying they shouldn't have been allowed to fight like that.
After Fang Shihua remembered that incident, he looked at Chen Yang again, his eyes full of horror.
In the past ten years, Chen Yang has been a mountain-like shadow, shrouding Fang Shihua's professional pride.
"Now, are you still prepared to intervene in this matter?"
"Are you ready to compete with me?"
Chen Yang remembered the past for a moment, shook his head, and said to Fang Shihua calmly.
After listening to Chen Yang's words, Fang Shihua took two steps back again, his face turned pale and his lips trembled slightly.
"No, no, no! I didn't mean that!"
"I'm not very familiar with this Tang Zhiyi. Let's talk. Let's talk."
Fang Shihua backed down without hesitation.
He had absolutely no confidence in facing Chen Yang.
In addition, Fang Shihua knew the huge family behind Chen Yang. Not to mention facing the Chen family in Beijing, just hearing these four words made his heart and fingers tremble.
Tang Zhiyi was a little surprised and a little desperate when he saw Fang Shihua giving in so quickly.
He was stunned just now. He didn't hear some details of the conversation and couldn't judge the relationship between Chen Yang and Fang Shihua.
But one thing is very clear to Tang Zhiyi: Fang Shihua is not Chen Yang's opponent, otherwise he would not be so decisive.
"Chen Yang, I was wrong this time."
He stood up and took a deep breath. Regardless of the bleeding wound on his head, Tang Zhiyi directly apologized to Chen Yang, "Chen Yang..., can you let that bet go?"
"That qualification is very important to me. How about you give me a price and sell it to me!"
Tang Zhiyi lowered his head and gritted his teeth and said.
"OK."
However, Chen Yang agreed again without hesitation.
Hearing Chen Yang's agreement, Tang Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, and then became excited instantly.