Chapter 1783: misfortune

At six o'clock in the morning, the morning breeze was refreshing, and with a hint of autumn moisture, it also let the wealthy and powerful clothes of the Beijing golf course hunt.
In the VIP area in the northwest corner, Confucius was also slightly squinted by the morning wind, but he maintained his swing posture, and then fell down with a cry.
The club hit the white ball accurately, flew out with a crisp sound, and rolled over the obstacle into the hole.
More than twenty people around cheered instantly.
Baishikang also gave a thumbs up and praised Confucius: "Old Kong, I thought you were a martial artist, and I seem to underestimate you."
"A person who can play golf so beautifully can't have that vision and patience."
Baishi Kang sighed honestly: "I'm not as good as you."
"What am I? I'm just ostentatious, bullying the rookie, and being abused as a scum for professional players."
Confucius chuckled, then turned his head to look at Ye Tianlong next to him: "It's even worse than Tianlong."
The advancing Bai Shikang looked sideways at Ye Tianlong, interested: "The level of Tianlong is higher?"
"Don't listen to him."
Ye Tianlong waved his hand humbly: "It's also No. 1 in Asia, No. 1 in the world, and a little bit away."
Bai Shikang and Confucius laughed loudly when they heard this, Ye Tianlong's cheeky will always exceed their imagination.
Bai Shikang smiled and patted Ye Tianlong's shoulder: "You will show your hands later, let me compare the standards of you and Jin Xuejun."
"Although that guy is not kind, he still plays golf well, but he usually doesn't show it to others."
His face was mixed with contempt and regret: "If that guy is not wicked, he is still a talent."
Bai Shikang once praised Jin Xuejun very much, and often gave a helping hand and help, but this time, Jin Xuejun disappointed him sincerely.
Although Jin Xuejun kept apologizing and reassurance, but trust this kind of thing, once destroyed, can no longer be established.
So Bai Shikang felt sorry for Jin Xuejun.
The corner of Confucius's mouth evoked a joking: "It is indeed a talent. Not only is he playing yin behind his back, but he also kidnapped and threatened Zhao Siwen."
"Dignantly a young Jin family, what he fiddled with was not the tricks of the temple, but the tricks. Jin Xuejun's life is really getting worse and worse."
Confucius sneered: "The little city house that Old Man Jin instilled can't suppress his villain mentality."
"Tianlong, if I change it to you, I don't bother to talk nonsense with him, give him a tooth for a tooth, and tie him up at an opportunity."
Confucius smiled and became interesting: "Or write him a good script."
Ye Tianlong took the topic softly: "The method of writing a script is OK once, but twice is high risk."
"Furthermore, Jin Xuejun is regarded as a towering tree. If you use brute force to push him down, there is a high probability that you will be knocked down by the trunk and scratched by the branches."
"So you can't rush."
He set the white ball: "Have you seen a woodcutter cut a big tree? He cut a few axes diagonally against the trunk, and then pushed it at a stuck angle."
"The tree broke with a click and fell down."
Ye Tianlong shouted at the white ball and dropped the cue: "This is far better than you slashing with an axe."
The white ball flew out, jumped over an obstacle, rolled over a grass, and fell into the hole with a slap, causing cheers.
Confucius and Bai Shikang both took a lot of follow-up trips today, but they were not close to the conversation area of ​​the three people, and they were scattered around to watch the ball.
More than 20 men and women in Chinese clothes make this VIP stadium look lively and make the rest of the people afraid to approach.
"Tianlong is indeed a master."
Baishi Kang laughed loudly, and then said to Confucius: "Tianlong is right. Jin Xuejun is wicked, but it doesn't mean he is incapable."
"And he has always been a key member of King's training."
He sighed softly: "It's too tragic, and the official face doesn't look good."
Confucius laughed and said, "What are you afraid of? Is there an Emperor Tianju behind Tianlong?"
"Lao Zhao is a hero of China, and his name will be recorded in the annals of history. He is worthy of the entire China, but he is only sorry for the people around him."
Bai Shikang waved his hand to let the caddy pick up the ball, then looked at Ye Tianlong and Confucius and sighed:
"For the sake of China's stability, it is cruel to the outside world; it is demanding to its own people; it is big mistakes to the rich and powerful, and small mistakes are tolerated."
There was a gleam in his eyes: "This is his weakness, his helplessness, but it is also his nobleness and his bright points."
Confucius nodded: "This is a fact. We often say that Mr. Zhao is cruel to the enemy and even more cruel to his own people."
Ye Tianlong smiled bitterly: "I feel like I have admitted wrong with Big Brother."
"Lao Zhao is very tolerant to the five families and the rest of the powerful. As long as he does not violate his bottom line and harm China's interests, he will hardly intervene in those grievances."
Bai Shikang is indeed a qualified politician: "But we still fear Mr. Zhao."
"Besides being afraid of him, but also full of respect for him, knowing that he never seeks personal gain or protects shortcomings."
"Although his spirit looks stupid, it is a big killer that surpasses the five big families, and it is also a curse that restrains the five great people from doing wrongdoing."
"Believe it or not, whether it's the Kong family, the Bai family, or the Jin family, they will be very happy to see, Zhao Lao cares about Tianlong's shortcomings?"
"It can even be said that if a Jin Xuejun can exchange the strength of Zhao Lao and destroy it..."
Bai Shikang's words came to life: "Five people are absolutely willing to step Jin Xuejun into the abyss."
Confucius was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded: "This is true. Although it's not kind, I really want to see how old Zhao's design collapsed."
This is a muddy world of fame and fortune, and everyone is not innocent. Zhao Ditian's cleanliness will inevitably become a thorn in the Five Great Masters.
Whether it is the previous generation of the five great families, or Bai Shikang or Confucius, they want to see Zhao Ditian fall into the muddy river, so that they feel comfortable.
Ye Tianlong knew what they were thinking, so he sighed and said, "With my elder brother's cultivation base and character, I'm afraid you won't see it in this lifetime."
Confucius and Shiraishi Kang laughed loudly: "Then consider us big brothers."
Ye Tianlong smiled and was about to talk, but he heard the phone vibrate in his arms, so he asked Confucius and Bai Shikang to play first and walked aside to answer.
Just putting on the headphones, Ye Tianlong heard a cold voice: "Hello! Ye Tianlong? This is Mo Yuge."
Ye Tianlong smiled: "Miss Mo, good morning, call me so free?"
Mo Yuge has no feelings as always: "I don't have time to chat with you. This call is to remind you of something."
"The Bao family resolved their grievances with Jin Jia three days ago. Their reconciliation is not a good thing for you."
Mo Yuge reminded: "Be careful yourself."
Ye Tianlong was slightly surprised: "Reconciled? Reconciled so soon?"
Mo Yuge replied directly: "Bao Jinyi didn't tell me this, and I was also unintentionally told by my family."
"I heard that the Jin family gave a big pie, which directly overwhelmed the grievances between the two sides, but it is not clear what the specific pie is."
There was a hesitation in her voice: "The only thing with a trace is that the Bao family dug a group of backbones from casinos such as Las, Genting, and Red Mountain in the past two days."
"But as far as I know, Baojia Casino is well-staffed, and there is no need to dig anymore."
Mo Yuge's tone was flat: "But I don't know if this matter has anything to do with the two reconciliations. You need to investigate and judge by yourself."
"Thank you Yu Ge."
Ye Tianlong chuckled, "You told me so much, do you want me to repay you? Or, I promise you like me?"
"Snapped!"
Mo Yuge directly hung up.