Chen Taizhong had always disliked foreigners. After the incident in the bar, he became upset when he saw foreigners. Hearing that Svenson insisted on playing two games with him, he became more and more unhappy.
Since you are unhappy, then you have to think about humiliating the other party, a first-class foreigner and a second-class official? That's nonsense, buddy, I just don't believe in this evil. If you have the ability to lose, don't admit it.
With his wealth, he is naturally not afraid to bet a small amount of money with the other party, but since he is thinking about humiliating him, he doesn't want the money. After all, the woman looks pretty good, so he just gambles with her.
bet.
Shao Guoli and Ma Yongqiang couldn't help but laugh when they heard him make such a request. To be honest, this kind of bet is a bit like the villain in the movie, but... isn't it lively enough? Besides, Swenson doesn't care.
, you don’t have to gamble.
Mr. Shao is relatively low-key in Beijing. If he really wants to make a request on his own, in order to prevent the adults at home from nagging him, he will probably not make such conditions - unless it is under certain specific occasions or situations.
However, this does not prevent him from watching the fun. His character is somewhat similar to Gao Yunfeng. He is afraid that the world will not be in chaos. Now he is not the one making such a bet, but he is his friend. "Haha
, Taizhong, you are so ruthless... Do you want to taste the taste of Persian cat?"
Jimmy the black man didn't want to agree. It was too insulting, but he could also see that the three Chinese people in front of him were not ordinary people - they saw too many servile smiles on weekdays.
He dared to propose such a bet without taking himself seriously. It was so simple that he protested with a sullen face, "Don't you think this request is very ungentlemanly? Snooker is a sport.
An elegant sport.”
"Gentlemanly manners, do you deserve my gentlemanly manners? Haha," Chen Taizhong smiled again, waved his hand casually, and turned to look at Shao Guoli, "Just forget it if you don't dare to agree... Mr. Shao, is this request of mine unreasonable?"
Too much?"
"It's quite excessive," Shao Guoli nodded solemnly, but he burst into laughter the next moment. "But, I like... Taizhong, I know you are arrogant. But I didn't expect you to be so arrogant."
As he spoke, he turned his head and ordered his followers, "Go to the next door and call Zou Jue over. Let's take a look at Taizhong's $100,000 bet on beautiful women."
Swenson was completely angered by this bet. He agreed if he wanted to. Thinking about it, he felt a little disrespectful to his companion. He had to look at the other woman and said, "Miss Pierre... look?"
Miss Pierre has a stout figure. Judging from her appearance, it would be more appropriate to call her "Aunt" according to the Chinese way of calling her. However, Swenson did not dare to neglect her. The Pierre family is famous in France. It is called Elizabeth.
.Just Miss Pierre's bodyguard.
"This Chinese is so rude. I don't like it." Miss Pierre snorted coldly. She turned to look at another man with a mustache. "Paul, what do you mean?
Paul is a senior equestrian trainer. According to Westerners, he is quite handsome, especially the two mustaches. He has a bit of a Clark Gable vibe. He is the link between the five people - both as Miss Pierre and
He is a personal trainer and a good friend of Svensson.
There are even rumors that this person is not related to Miss Pierre. However, these things are subject to different opinions. But there is no doubt that Paul is not only handsome and strong, but also a funny and humorous man.
"What a bunch of barbarians." In this situation, Paul still maintained a good demeanor. He smiled and shook his head. He also spoke in French. "I don't think it is necessary to be serious with such barbarians."
"You are the barbarian." When Chen Taizhong heard this, he quit. You don't know French, right? Then I'll tell you. He sneered. "Your family is all barbarians. Let's talk about it."
During the ceremony, your ancestors were still jumping up and down on the trees."
Paul has always been accustomed to showing a good personal image to the public, and his self-cultivation is unparalleled by others. But even so, he couldn't help but change his face when he heard this. Before he could sternly retort, five or six people walked in without warning at the door.
, "Xiao Shao, I heard that Mr. Swenson is here?"
Chen Taizhong took a look and recognized him. It was the young man who brought the tea master last time. However, this man seemed to be about the same age as Shao Guoli, and his arrogance was similar.
"Xiao Zou, if you call me that again, be careful I slap you." Shao Guoli rolled his eyes at him, "Why, if you dare to beat Swenson, I'll bet with you."
"Let's just bet. Why don't you dare? I'll bet one hundred thousand dollars too," Zou Jue looked at him with an unconvinced expression. "If you lose, you have to pay for the 300,000 tons of synthetic ammonia in Qingjiang."
I'll do it."
"You're so beautiful," Shao Guoli rolled his eyes at him, with a half-smile on his face, "It's only one hundred thousand dollars, I'll give you two hundred thousand, and you can get me a synthetic ammonia solution."
"Bet on this woman?" Zou Jue saw that he didn't take the bait, so he didn't bother to talk anymore. He turned to look at the foreigners and recognized Elizabeth intuitively, "This woman is just average, not worth ten dollars."
Elizabeth was already depressed. When she heard this, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows again. She hesitated and nodded at Miss Pierre, "I will make these gangsters pay the price."
Gallic roosters have an inexplicable arrogance. Although Yi is a hen, he has a lot of chicken blood in his bones. When he talked about the excitement, he couldn't help but sneered, "I'll just bet, but I want this hundred thousand dollars."
half."
Fifty thousand U.S. dollars for fifteen days, more than three thousand dollars a day for co-writing, which was quite reasonable for her worth. Of course, she believed that Swenson was a sure profit, otherwise, she would not have agreed to this price.
Since she was willing to gamble, of course there wouldn't be any problem. The caddy had already placed the ball. As for who would tee off first, Chen Taizhong said carelessly, "I'll go first."
He vaguely felt that everyone thought that the person who started the game suffered a loss. Since you think that the person who started the game suffered a loss, I would go first. Of course, this does not mean that he is broad-minded and pays attention to the feelings of international friends. In fact, his mind is much narrower than that of ordinary people.
, However, it’s too much to argue with a bunch of monkeys, isn’t it?
There was a "pop" sound, and the red ball exploded in all directions. It was a pity. This time, he still didn't get the ball in. Instead, the cue ball rolled around a few times, and then fell into the bottom pocket on the side of the arc. It was obvious that
The hearts of a bunch of Chinese people were trembling.
However, there are good things and bad things in this world. After the cue ball swayed at the entrance of the hole twice, it actually stuck to the side of the table, which was a pretty good defense.
"Good goal." Shao Guoli took the lead in applauding, and everyone followed suit. However, Zou Jue raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Taizhong. The question in his eyes was quite obvious: Was this a touch?
However, a group of foreigners remained silent. This was called a bad start. Swenson held the cue and looked around the cue ball for a long time. He couldn't figure out how to play the ball, and he couldn't even touch the powder.
Clubhead, thinking.
While he was thinking about it, his eyes unconsciously glanced at Chen Taizhong, and when he saw the man's complacent look, the calmness he had cultivated in the previous games suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a wave of indignation: You said I can't attack?
Okay, I'll show you how a world-class master attacks.
After making up his mind, Swenson looked at the table again, took aim with his cue stick, and suddenly plunged it down at a large angle. The white cue ball drew an arc on the table and hit a red cue ball with a "pop" sound.
ball.
Seeing the way he took aim, everyone was mentally prepared, but when the shot came out, many people still took a breath and said, "It's a really good shot!"
The stick is the local name, and the more standard name is "chop". The starting point of the chop must be very hard, and the powder must be sufficient, otherwise the stick will fall off or have no effect. Its basic principle is to use the strong force of the white ball.
The interaction between the lateral rotation force and the friction force of the cloth causes the white ball's path to deviate and form an arc.
This is a difficult skill to master. It is mostly used in demonstrations or trivial games. Even master-level people would not dare to use it easily in critical games because the cue ball moves in an arc and is no longer a straight line.
Yes, this degree is extremely difficult to grasp.
And Swenson not only used a stick for this shot, but also drew a big arc. Although this is related to the large number of red balls on the field, the level of being able to hit a red ball cleanly is really incredible.
A little peek.
What's more... the red ball fell into the bag. Vincent's chop shot hit the bag cleanly, and the black seven-point ball was exposed without any cover. What's even more rare is that there is nothing between the black ball and the bottom bag.
block.
This game is about to end! Shao Guoli and Ma Yongqiang exchanged a look, and their hearts were filled with tears. Not only did this opportunity go to Svenson, but it was given to us two brothers. It would have been like a fight.
"Now I can bet with you," Zou Jue looked at Shao Guoli with a smile, "I'll bet Swenson to win this one, and the next ten, if you win, just give me five, do you want to bet?"
"Let's just gamble. It's only 50,000 yuan. No one can afford to lose." Shao Guoli rolled his eyes at him and turned to look at Chen Taizhong. "Taizhong, please help me torture him."
However, the current situation is no longer a question of whether Chen Taizhong abuses others, but a question of whether Svensson is willing to give up. After ten strokes in a row, Svensson knocked down six red balls and six black balls.
It's already forty-eight points.
When the cue ball was aimed at the black ball again at an excellent angle, Svensson raised his hand and hit the ball briskly. When he finished the shot and was about to step in the other direction, everyone heard a "pop" sound, just like a normal shot.
The sound was different - he missed.
"Huh?" Swenson looked back and saw that there was no one behind him. Why did he think someone touched my pole?
"Look, I still don't have solid basic skills. The golf club is just too flashy." Chen Taizhong picked up a club and walked over with a smile. The expression on his face was that he needed a beating as much as he needed it.
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