In Fengtai, Beijing, a billiards hall that charges a high fee by the hour is full of people. On a cold day, the people inside are very enthusiastic.
It’s not surprising that there are so many people playing golf, but all of them are highly skilled and really have an evil spirit, especially the snooker hall on the second floor. Newcomers may mistakenly think they are entering a venue for the top domestic tournaments because they are here.
The number of national players practicing this skill is beyond ordinary people’s imagination.
The store is not a fancy one, and the interior decoration is not that of a billiards club. It is full of experts, and it is all thanks to Ding Junhui, who became famous as a young man.
This store... is the third billiards club opened by Comrade Xiao Ding's father in China. Old Ding made his son a success when he opened a billiards hall, and now his son has made his career a success.
There is a certain number somewhere in the world.
There is a VIP room separated from the snooker hall. When Comrade Xiao Ding returned to Beijing, this was the exclusive practice ground for the former billiards prodigy. When he was not in Beijing, it was open to the public.
At this time, four young men with good temperament gathered in the VIP hall. Unfortunately... their skills did not match their respectable temperament. Compared with the professional or semi-professional players outside the VIP hall who brought their own equipment,
The Nok master was so miserable that the waiter Beier who was standing by looked helplessly.
"Ziwen, Lao Tian, can you do this? After playing for half an hour, there are so many red balls left. Yang Zi and I are so tormented by you that we almost vomited." Wu Jie, who was smoking with his legs crossed not far from the table, couldn't help but
Make complaints.
"Damn, the hole in this table is too small, which affects my performance." Wei Ziwen made a serious statement and amused everyone present, including the waiter.
At this time, the door of the VIP room was pushed open, and Wang Xiaofei walked in with a smile. He finally made it to Friday evening and could temporarily leave the closed management cadre training center, and he was in a good mood.
"Xiaofei, you look good, have you brought trouble to some pretty girl?" Wei Ziwen never forgot to tease Wang Xiaofei while playing ball.
"Where I live, you don't know that aunts are scarce, let alone pretty girls." Wang Xiaofei pretended to be sad and sighed.
"Seeing how miserable you are, I will find you two beauties from the Beijing Film Academy tonight. They have childlike faces, slim waists and long legs. I will make you want to die with all your semen." Wei Ziwen straightened his back and closed the pole,
Staring at Wang Xiaofei with a wicked smile on his face.
"I'm not as greedy for sex as you are." Wang Xiaofei sarcastically said to Wei Ziwen. He was already familiar with these big boys, and they teased each other, joking and talking nonsense, without any pressure.
Wei Ziwen smiled and raised his middle finger at Wang Xiaofei.
Wang Xiaofei also responded with his middle finger, then sat next to Yang Chen and whispered: "Tang Rui called me."
"What are you talking about?" Yang Chen asked curiously.
"I apologized in a roundabout way and said I wanted to shake hands and make peace." Wang Xiaofei said calmly, not excited at all. He knew that this was the result of Yang Zi's help.
"Whether the game continues or not is not up to him." Yang Chen smiled coldly, stretched out his hand to twist the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and asked Wang Xiaofei, "What do you think?"
"There's no deep grudge. I think it's best to stop at nothing. Rabbits bite people when they're anxious, let alone the Tang family." Wang Xiaofei said whatever he wanted.
Yang Chen pondered and nodded slowly. In fact, the series of actions aimed at Tang Rui were intended to intimidate and frighten him to the maximum extent, and were by no means a prelude to death.
Conquer the enemy's army without fighting.
Yang Chen has always been proficient in this way, but Tang Rui chose to compromise, playing into this man's hands.
On the other side, Wu Jie, who was puffing away his words, pondered for a moment, frowned and said, "That boy Tang Rui is good at using both soft and hard tactics. Even if he gives in, he will never let his opponent look down upon him."
Yang Chen smiled and said: "You mean, he will do something else to scare me."
Wu Jie nodded, recalling the unbearable past, and sighed, "The second eldest son of the Tang family, Tang Zhan, is a powerful character. If he hadn't taken another path, no one among the younger generation in Beijing would be able to compete with him."
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"Tang Zhan..." Yang Chen muttered with narrowed eyes. Lao Wu, who never belittles himself, evaluated a person like this, which shows that this person is extremely extraordinary.
That's fine. It's satisfying to overwhelm your opponent, but after all, there's a lack of passion. A powerful character pops up, and this battle is somewhat interesting.
Yang Chen thought about it, picked up the mineral water on the glass round table, unscrewed the lid, and took a few sips silently. At the same time, a group of people broke into the VIP room.
"How long will the fight last for you guys?" the leading young man asked Wei Ziwen Tian Li angrily, while the other six or seven people arrogantly looked down on Yang Chen, Wu Jie, and Wang Xiaofei who were sitting there.
"It's none of your business how long we fight..." Wei Ziwen looked around coldly at the people coming and at the same time slowly rubbed powder on the club head. He dared to challenge his peers. There are only two kinds in the huge city of Beijing, and one is quite awesome.
Goodbye, but apart from Tang Zhan, who has been away from Beijing for many years, and Zhang Lingfeng, who has completely declined, there has not yet been a third one.
There is one type left, which is this kind of bastards who don’t know the heights of the world. Get rid of them. If they lose their status, don’t get rid of them. They will be irritated endlessly and look upset.
"Hey, you're pretty awesome." The tall and thin young man who led him sneered and walked up to Wei Ziwen, reached out and patted Young Master Wei on the cheek, and said unscrupulously: "I'll give you a minute to disappear."
"Disappear your mother!"
Wei Ziwen suddenly took action and stabbed the arrogant young man's lower abdomen with the sharp tip of the pole. The young man was caught off guard and fell to the ground after being stabbed. The pain was so heartbreaking that he almost lost his breath.
Tian Li struck harder, swung the club fiercely, and the thicker end hit a person's face hard, with the crisp sound of broken cheekbones. Although Wei Ziwen's Tian Li couldn't compare to Yang Chen and Wu Jie's skills, he cooperated to clean up the three
Five ordinary people, without any hesitation, swung their clubs and hit and poked like a rock.
Six or seven people stumbled out of the VIP room, each one more embarrassed than the other.
Dozens of people gathered in the snooker hall on the second floor looked around in surprise.
"Fuck! Wait! If you beat me in Beijing, you are seeking death!" The young man at the head covered his stomach with one hand and pointed at Wei Ziwen with anger.
sb!
Wei Ziwen smiled grimly.
"Don't be proud, I will make you cry later!" The young man gritted his teeth and took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. About twenty minutes later, more than a hundred green-skinned men rushed up to the second floor with murderous looks, most of them carrying sticks and machetes.
The director of the billiards club panicked and couldn't contact the boss, so he had to call the police directly.
"Young Master Wei, who are you going to kill?" the bald man in the lead asked as he stared at the strangers in the hall with wide-open triangular eyes, as if these people were all lambs to be slaughtered in his eyes.
The young man said with a ferocious face: "Those bastards are in the VIP room, let me destroy them."
The bald man said that it was no problem, and then waved his hand. Dozens of young men understood and rushed into the VIP room like wolves and tigers. At this moment, those who stood far away to watch the excitement felt that Yang Chen and the others were in danger.
The beaten young man smiled triumphantly, but the smile froze on his face after only a few seconds, and the people who rushed in flew out one after another.
[Author's digression]: I went back to my hometown to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my old parents. I was delayed for a few days. I can only spend ten days with them during the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Spring Festival in a year. I hope everyone will understand. Of course, it is not the same to try to make everyone understand.
, there are twenty days left in this month, I will try my best to update.
