Tang Zhiyi was afraid that Chen Yang would regret it, so he called directly. A moment later, Chen Yang's cell phone rang. It was a notification from the bank.
"Have you received the money? Then, about this invitation letter..."
Tang Zhiyi looked at Chen Yang expectantly.
Chen Yang glanced at the text message prompts on his phone, no more, no less.
Then, he grinned.
"Congratulations, you spent 200,000 and officially have the qualifications to become my Chen Yang golf apprentice!"
Tang Zhiyi froze instantly.
The expression on his face was still one of anticipation, but the light in his eyes had slowly disappeared.
"What do you mean."
Tang Zhiyi's voice was very deep and full of murderous intent.
"Didn't you say that qualification is very important to you? Did I give it to you?"
Chen Yang said with some doubts.
"What I'm talking about is that the invitation is for the qualifications for cocktail parties in three places! How can your apprenticeship be worth two hundred thousand!"
Tang Zhiyi roared with red eyes.
"But what we just said was very good. I gave you the qualifications and you gave me the money. You didn't say what the qualifications were."
Chen Yang smiled evilly, then turned and left.
Tang Zhiyi was snarling behind him. He would definitely default on his debt, but at the golf club, he didn't want Chen Yang to cause a scene, leave a bad reputation, and affect future social interactions.
Only then did Tang Zhiyi lower his head and admit his mistake.
Unexpectedly, I was actually fooled.
Suddenly, he heard a voice:
"Mr. Chen, don't leave in a hurry.
Come late, come late, Hai Han Hai Han."
The one who spoke was Chen Fan, who was struggling to pull Chen Yang away.
"How does he know Mr. Chen?"
Tang Zhiyi's expression was quite bad, and he was livid after seeing this scene.
Chen Fan's business is not big, but he has friends all over the world. He took the lead in setting up golf clubs in Xiajiang City, Lu City, and Citong City.
Such a person might not be able to do anything to Tang Zhiyi in ordinary times. But after the invitation letter and the golf club, Chen Fan turned into a terrible person.
Tang Zhiyi couldn't help but get close to him, but he only heard a few bits and pieces.
Chen Yang shook his head resolutely: "I won't go, I won't go, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving."
"Invitation letter? No need."
He walked resolutely, but Chen Fan struggled to find any results and stamped his feet and sighed.
"Trash is trash."
Tang Zhiyi was overjoyed when he saw this.
Chen Yang not only failed to seize the opportunity to trick him, but also offended others.
Tang Zhiyi relaxed instantly, and even the wound on his head no longer hurt.
Chen Yang seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He could see Tang Zhiyi's pride, and the corners of his mouth curved upward, revealing a sarcastic look.
"I said I wanted to help my wife vent her anger, Tang Zhiyi, you don't think that I just get an invitation letter, and if you lose the invitation letter, it will be considered as venting my anger, right?"
"I'm not a balloon. It's not easy to vent my anger!"
Most of what Chen Yang said to Chen Fan was meant for Tang Zhiyi.
If not, it will be difficult to turn around.
After leaving the golf club, Chen Yang called. Chen Fang sat in the Rolls-Royce Phantom and picked up Chen Yang at the entrance of the association.
Many golf club doormen and security guards saw this scene and were filled with envy.
They were not surprised. After all, this was a golf club, and it was normal for wealthy people to come and go with luxury cars and cars.
"Chen Fang, this is roughly what happened. Please handle it."
After Chen Yang finished telling what happened and the effect he wanted, he leaned back on the chair and began to close his eyes and meditate.