"Okay, one million, as long as you can afford it, I'll bet on it!"
Brother Zhong felt even more confident after hearing the words of the young man next to him. He still believed in the words of the young man next to him, because they had been playing bowling for a long time, and each of them had good skills and sophisticated vision. Since he was like this
Having said that, there is a high probability that this guy is really an arrogant novice. He thinks that no matter how talented he is, he can learn it and become a master just by looking at it?
Just daydream.
Brother Zhong stared at Yang Hao with provocation in his eyes: "Don't think you can scare me by calling one million. I, Zhong Xiang, have been scared since I was a child. I am very timid, haha!"
Everyone around him laughed at what Brother Zhong said. No one thought Yang Hao could win. Everyone looked at Yang Hao and felt like they were looking at an arrogant fool.
You have too much money and you can burn it, right?
Yukimura Haruko stretched out her hand to hold Yang Hao's arm anxiously, and said anxiously: "Yang Hao, you don't know how, why are you betting with them? They are all masters, can't you see it?"
Yang Hao smiled and looked at Yukimura Haruko and said, "You have to believe me, it's no problem."
Yukimura Haruko looked at Yang Hao's smiling face and his gentle and calm eyes, and her mind suddenly felt dazed for a moment, as if she had returned to a certain moment again. When she was helpless, these eyes appeared in front of her.
At that moment, the gentle and comforting emotion conveyed in these eyes was enough for her to remember for a lifetime.
Yukimura Haruko gently relaxed her hand holding Yang Hao, bit her lip: "Come on."
Although Yukimura Haruko intellectually still believed that Yang Hao could not win the other party, emotionally she chose to believe in Yang Hao and felt that Yang Hao could really win.
Women are such strange creatures. Their reason and emotion will be separated. Even if reason tells her that there is a sea of fire in front of her and she cannot go there, and she will be doomed if she goes there, but emotion will make them forget all reason and work hard like a moth.
Put out the fire.
When Tang Meng saw the scene of Yukimura Haruko holding Yang Hao's hand, there was a somewhat complicated look in his eyes. He was originally ready to persuade Yang Hao, but suddenly, he didn't want to persuade him anymore, and even had a thought in his heart.
A vague thought was rushing through his heart, so he just smiled at Yang Hao and said: "Yang Hao, come on, beat them, see where they put their faces!"
Yang Hao reached into his pocket, took out his wallet, took out a card, and waved it at the other party: "Here's the money, how do you want to gamble?"
A greedy look flashed in Zhong Xiang's eyes. One million is not a small amount of money. He will make a fortune today.
Zhong Xiang could also take out one million, but that one million was a payment for goods. It was only temporarily placed with him and needed to be handed over to the merchant as soon as possible. Looking at Yang Hao's relaxed expression, his heart suddenly surged again.
A bit frustrated, this guy seems to be really rich.
Gritting his teeth, Zhong Xiang took out a card from his pocket and snorted: "I also have one million in it, so let's find someone from the club to be a notary, and we'll transfer the money to him so that no one can
If you lose, you will default on your debt."
Yang Hao curled his lips and said calmly: "It's really troublesome. Does a one million bet need to be so grand?"
Zhong Xiang sneered: "Who knows if you will default on your debt if you lose?"
Yang Hao waved his hand and said, "Okay, you go find someone to do it. I'll practice first."
Zhong Xiang muttered to a young man behind him, and the young man ran directly to the service desk of the club. After a while, a man in a suit came out, who seemed to be the manager of the club, and the two started negotiating there.
Yang Hao was too lazy to pay attention to what they were doing. He was not trying to make a million dollars, but he just couldn't stand the arrogance of these people. The most intolerable thing was that they molested Yukimura Haruko and the two girls.
Yang Hao also saw that these guys should be quite rich. One million would not exceed their limit, but it would still cause them pain for a long time. Yang Hao wanted to teach them a lesson.
Yang Hao held a ball in his arms, walked to the track, took two steps, bent down, and then pushed the ball. After the ball was released, under the gaze of everyone, he ran through half of the fairway and then firmly
rolled down the fairway.
This scene fell in the eyes of everyone, and immediately caused another burst of laughter, while Zhong Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. From Yang Hao's actions, he had determined that Yang Hao was indeed a novice, and as long as he dared to bet, he would definitely win.
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"Bowling is not as simple as you think. Boy, if you make a bet with me, you will definitely lose. How about you admit your mistake and let this matter go?"
Zhong Xiang said this, but he was a little nervous in his heart. What was he nervous about? He was worried that if Yang Hao really gave in, if he really said sorry and gave up the bet, wouldn't his one million be gone?
It's just that he had to say this. On the one hand, he wanted to show his grace in front of everyone, and on the other hand, he used these words to stimulate Yang Hao and let him continue the game.
Yang Hao didn't seem to hear what he said. He walked to the ball stand again, picked up a ball, weighed it, put it down again, changed another one, weighed it, then took the ball up the road again and pushed the ball.
The ball was shot steadily and moved forward rapidly along the fairway. This time it was much better than last time. It ran all the way to the end before rolling out of the fairway. Fortunately, it knocked over a wooden pin on the edge.
Yang Hao picked up the third ball again. This time, he picked up the heaviest bowling ball on the shelf. Tang Meng next to him frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he did not speak.
Yang Hao picked up the bowling ball and walked onto the lane again. His pace was very casual, not following the rhythm like the others, but as if he walked to the edge of the lane casually and threw the ball out.
The ball rolled directly out, but this time it rolled steadily along the center of the fairway, and then in everyone's shocked eyes, it hit the wooden bottle at the front, but it seemed to be a little weaker, but
The pins were not completely hit, leaving two.
But even so, everyone around them opened their eyes wide and looked at this scene in disbelief. This guy seems to be really talented. He has only made three shots, each time more accurate than the last. It can be seen that he is constantly improving.
I am adjusting my own feel and finding the bowling ball and shot method that suits me.
Zhong Xiang's eyelids twitched slightly, and a bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart. This guy seemed to be a bit perverted. He was able to find the fairway and hit the front directly in just three attempts. Unfortunately, the force was a little lacking.
He also seemed to have an idea. The bowling balls he picked three times were heavier each time. The heavier the bowling ball, the less likely it would be to deflect. However, the heavier the bowling ball, the higher the strength requirements of the person. This guy's posture is also amateurish, and he can't deflect.
The force is also incorrect, and even if I think about it, I can't explode with more force.
Just when Yang Hao was about to pick up the fourth ball, the young man had already walked over with the man in the suit. It was obvious that the two sides had negotiated.
The man in the suit said politely that he was just serving as a notary for them as a private person. Yang Hao didn't care. According to what they said, he directly transferred one million to the man's account.
Yang Hao is not worried at all that someone dares to steal his money, then he is simply an old man who has hanged himself and is looking for death.
Zhong Xiang also completed the transfer, and the man showed the two of them the text messages received on his mobile phone, indicating that both of them had successfully transferred money and could compete.
Zhong Xiang saw Yang Hao preparing to hold the ball again and urged: "Okay, come on, let's play."
Anyway, the money has been put into the account, and he is not afraid that Yang Hao will regret it. Even though it seems a bit rude to do so, he can't care about it. He can't lose his one million. If he loses, he will be in big trouble.
The people around looked at Zhong Xiang's anxious look, with expressions of contempt on their faces. This guy is crazy about money.
No one was optimistic about Yang Hao originally, but after Yang Hao's three consecutive attempts, everyone looked at Yang Hao with less contempt and more expectation.
If Yang Hao really learns and practices now and can defeat a veteran like Zhong Xiang, then he will definitely leave a good story in this club.
Everyone's eyes were sharp. Everyone saw the attitude of Zhong Xiang and his group towards Yang Hao. At first, they felt that Yang Hao was overestimating his own abilities and humiliating himself, but now they saw that Yang Hao seemed to have a little bit of a chance to win.
Hopefully, everyone will naturally stand on Yang Hao's side again, hoping that Yang Hao can launch a gorgeous counterattack.
Yang Hao looked at Zhong Xiang who was a little impatient, smiled, and did not say that he wanted to practice again. He nodded lightly and said: "Okay, come on, you can kick off."
Zhong Xiang did his job and picked a bowling ball with a weight he was accustomed to. He took a breath, walked up the lane, and pushed the ball. The ball rolled steadily towards the target, but it seemed to have a slight deviation at the end, and it was a little crooked.
Eight wooden bottles were hit at once, leaving two.
Zhong Xiang was not disappointed, he took the second ball again and made the extra goal.
Zhong Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and turned to look at Yang Hao: "It's your turn."
Zhong Xiang's skills are not much better than Wang Chao's previous attack. It should be said that they are almost the same, but he now has a psychological advantage over Yang Hao. After all, Yang Hao is just a newcomer.
Perfect hits, this kind of thing is not that easy to hit. Even if you can hit perfect hits, you can't hit them all every time, right?
Even if I achieve this result now, it is enough to beat Yang Hao.
Zhong Xiang looked on confidently, already deciding in his mind how to spend the one million after he got it.
Under the gaze of everyone, Yang Hao walked to the ball rack, selected a bowling ball with the heaviest specifications, and turned around with the ball in his hands, with a calm expression on his face, and even a bit of a smile. (To be continued)