Although he already understood that he was facing a one-on-five situation, Cen Hao still reluctantly challenged Chu Heng, just like the fool who challenged the windmill.
"Then continue."
Chu Heng, who used money as a weapon, had a sneer on his face. The setting sun in the morning stretched his shadow so long that it perfectly connected with the basketball hoop, making him look like a miser hanging from a street lamp.
The game then resumes.
Because Chu Heng had just scored a goal, now the ball rights were exchanged and it was their turn to serve.
A security guard stood at the service point and threw the ball to Chu Heng. Cen Hao immediately chased after him to grab the ball. Chu Heng was not greedy and passed the ball to others lightly. Cen Hao immediately chased after him gritting his teeth.
His two teammates, on the other hand, stood motionless like wooden stakes, waiting happily for promotions and salary increases.
"Bang!"
After passing the ball several times and hitting the iron once, Chu Heng finally threw the basketball into the basket again, and the score was easily tied.
Next it was Cen Hao's turn to serve.
Then he was dumbfounded.
Half-court basketball is also called street basketball. It originated from Citi. One of the rules is that the server cannot dribble or shoot directly and needs to pass the ball to his teammates.
Cen Hao looked at the two wooden stakes and knew with his butt that if the ball got into their hands, it would be passed to Chu Heng in the next second.
What the hell is this?
"No more playing!"
He sighed dejectedly, feeling very aggrieved, thinking that he was a disciple in a dignified manner, and despite all his hard work, he was still defeated by the money offensive of the evil capitalists.
"Ah ha ha ha! Grandson, aren't you playing tricks with me? Now you know why I can call you Master Chu, right? Learn from it." Chu Heng stepped forward and patted Cen Hao on the shoulder, arrogantly.
She turned around and walked towards Han Yunwen, who was laughing so hard that she almost gave birth prematurely.
Cen Hao stared at his back, his eyes gradually moved to his upturned and straight buttocks, and he instantly felt jealous and angry.
Kill for a thousand years!
I saw him quickly clasping his hands together, hugging him tightly, raising his index fingers, and thrusting them towards Chu Heng's big ass.
"Boy! I'll fuck you, Cen Hao!"
Chu Heng's face twitched in pain, he covered his butt and turned around, shouting angrily: "Catch him! Whoever catches me will be promoted to deputy manager!"
"Don't run!"
The eyes of the four security guards instantly brightened, and they chased Cen Hao with howls.
But Cen Hao was so skilled that he swerved left and right, just like a loach. He couldn't even touch him and ran out of the yard in the blink of an eye.
"Don't let me catch you!"
Chu Heng returned to the bench next to the basketball court and sat down, holding his buttocks. Han Yunwen, who was crying with laughter, covered his stomach and patted his shoulders: "Hahaha, you two are so interesting, just like children.
It’s there!”
"Who the hell is talking to his two brothers? He's my grandson!" Chu Heng gasped with pain on his face.
"Tu tu tu tu."
At this time, a BMW drove up to the villa, then drove in through the side door and went directly into the underground garage.
The secretary immediately ran over and said to Chu Heng while suppressing a smile: "Mr. Chu, Mr. Li is already here. Please move inside the room."
"Why are you laughing? Is it funny? If you laugh again, believe it or not, I will fill you with cement to fill the sea?" Chu Heng glared at him fiercely, then stood up, picked up Han Yunwen, and walked towards the villa together, with a slightly weird posture.
The secretary was holding back his laughter from behind. As for what he said about reclamation, he didn't take it to heart at all.
A few moments.
Accompanied by the secretary, Chu Heng and the two came to the living room. Just as they were about to sit down, a door leading to the basement on the first floor opened. An old man with gray beard and gray hair stood next to two bodyguards with a big body and a round waist.
He walked out accompanied by his beautiful secretary.
"Mr. Li." The male secretary immediately walked up and introduced to the old man: "These are Mr. Chu and Miss Han."
"Haha, I didn't expect that the famous Mr. Chu Heng and Miss Han would buy my house. I'm really honored." Mr. Li and others walked forward enthusiastically and shook hands with Chu Heng and the others.
The male secretary was stunned when he heard this, and began to sweat on his forehead.
"Mr. Li, have we met somewhere?" Chu Heng looked at Mr. Li's face and said thoughtfully.
When Mr. Li heard this, the smile on his face did not change: "You are really a noble person who forgets things. We saw you at the Hong Kong Governor's banquet last year."
"Oh, I remembered, I'm really sorry, I'm face blind."
"It's okay, it's okay, sit down quickly, you two."
A few people sat down and exchanged a few polite words, and soon got down to business.
"Mr. Li, I wonder how much you plan to sell this house for?" Chu Heng asked.
Mr. Li stared at Chu Heng's face, considered it for a moment, and said: "Originally, I planned to sell it for 13 million, but since Mr. Chu wants to buy it, let's buy it for 12 million."
At this time, Hong Kong Island had not yet risen, and housing prices were not as scary as in later generations, but they were not cheap either.
Both Chu Heng and Chu Heng were a little surprised when they heard the price. They knew about the house prices in Mid-Levels before coming here. Twelve million for a villa like Mr. Li's is indeed very cheap.
"Okay, since Mr. Li is so happy, I won't bother you anymore. Just 12 million, I'll call someone over." Chu Heng stood up immediately, went to the phone in the house, and picked up the phone.
I called the real estate company and asked Cui Yongying to come over and take charge of the follow-up matters.
Then the two of them chatted with Mr. Li for a while before saying goodbye.
Before leaving, Chu Heng specially found Achang, the agent who wanted to stay and follow up. He gave him a business card and said, "You are very nice. I admire you very much. If you are willing, you can come and work at my place."
After saying that, the group of them left the villa and returned to the Mandarin Hotel, accompanied by Mr. Li and others.
In front of the villa.
Looking at the three cars going away, the male secretary asked Mr. Li with a pale face: "Mr. Li, is this Mr. Chu Hengchu the mad dog Heng from the Mandarin Hotel?"
"Yes, that's the madman."
"My life is at risk!"
The male secretary's legs weakened and he fell to the ground.
"What's wrong?" Mr. Li looked over with a frown.
With a sad face, the male secretary recounted the story of how he had just laughed at Chu Heng and was threatened by him to reclaim the sea.
"You bastard! You are really looking for death!"
Mr. Li suddenly had a headache. He kicked this guy in anger, and then thought for a moment and said: "Chu Heng is a moody guy, and his methods are ruthless. As far as I know, the people who were killed by him have both hands."
I can’t count you, I think you should go back to Singapore to avoid it, leave now!”
"Okay." The male secretary stood up in a hurry, rolled to his feet, and went straight to the underground garage. After a while, he saw a car speeding away as if it was fleeing.
Mr. Li frowned and paced in front of the door for a while, still a little worried.
What if that madman gets angry at him because of his stupid secretary?
"Go and prepare a gift. I will visit Mr. Chu in the evening and apologize to him in person."
He sighed helplessly. As people get older, they become more afraid of death, so just in case, it is better to be cautious.
