Chapter 678: Angry into anger

Chapter 678
After two consecutive goals, He Luo finally realized that he was not Zhou Yang's opponent.
In other words, no one in the major league can become Zhou Yang's opponent.
The opponent's ability has broken through the limit of ordinary people.
But the most painful thing is that he still has to finish the rest of the ball.
Zhou Yang has already made two good shots, and if another one comes, He Luo will strike out.
On the third ball, Zhou Yang didn't play any fancy, he still threw the ball straight.
The power is not big or small, but the speed has reached 410 kilometers per hour.
After all, He Luo still had some foundation, gnashed his teeth and hit the ball.
Then he watched the ball fly high in the air, and finally fell into Zhou Yang's hands with precision.
"Out!" The referee made a gesture.
He Luo, strikeout.
There were crazy shouts from the stands.
A group of little sisters of Meng Yao, Yuan Lanqing and Chen Yueqi screamed and cheered, mad at Zhou Yang's wonderful performance.
Chen Yueqi couldn't help herself, stepped into the field, threw into Zhou Yang's arms, and hugged his waist tightly.
Meng Yao Yuan Lanqing also rushed into the venue.
"Reserved...reserved...so many people!" Zhou Yang smiled and pulled Chen Yueqi away.
"Teacher, you are so handsome! You are so handsome!" Chen Yueqi's eyes were bent into crescents.
"So so." Zhou Yang smiled happily.
It happened that He Luo and a few teammates passed by them.
The sights of both parties met and the temperature dropped immediately.
Especially Chen Yueqi, after being insulted by He Luo, has been holding a sigh of relief.
After seeing Heluo, Chen Yueqi said coldly: "I would treat you as an idol. I am really blind!"
He Luo was furious and was completely detonated by Chen Yueqi's words.
"Little girl, what are you talking about?" He Luo furiously grabbed Chen Yueqi's arm.
"Let go, it hurts!" Chen Yueqi shouted through gritted teeth.
"Pop!" Zhou Yang raised his hand and patted He Luo's back.
A sharp pain struck, He Luo cried out in pain and withdrew his hand.
"Damn, are you looking for death?" He Luo was full of dissatisfaction with Zhou Yang, and now completely broke out.
He smashed his fist towards Zhou Yang.
"Boom!"
The fist hit Zhou Yang's chest.
Zhou Yang frowned slightly.
Meng Yao and Yuan Lanqing were unhappy.
"He Luo, can't you afford to lose?"
"So many people watch, aren't you afraid to discredit the club?"
"Damn...Did you come to show me good looks on purpose?" He Luo stared at Zhou Yang and asked fiercely.
Zhou Yang smiled faintly: "Do you take yourself too seriously?"
"Just your level, do I need to be deliberate?" Zhou Yang shrugged.
"What is your purpose?" He Luo naturally didn't believe Zhou Yang's words, and determined that he deliberately embarrassed himself.
"You can figure it out, you took the initiative to choose me, not me!" Zhou Yang put his hands in his pockets and said lightly, "I said, your level is not worthy for me to target!"
"Fuck Nima...you are awesome!" He Luo has completely lost his square inch.
He grunted and led a few teammates to the sidelines.
The more I think about it, the more angry.
He is almost the face of the major league, why should he be humiliated by Zhou Yang today?
Walking to the door, a group of ladies from Chen Yueqi squeezed in and accidentally collided with He Luo.
"Get out!" He Luo roared and pushed the girl closest to him out.
The girl was caught off guard, hit her head on the iron gate, squatted down while holding her head.
"Don't you walk with eyes long?" He Luo cursed angrily, preparing to go on stage.
"He Luo!" someone called him from behind.
He turned his head subconsciously.
Zhou Yang was found holding a ball in his hand and threw it at him.
"Boom!"
The white ball hit He Luo's forehead.
He Luo turned his eyes and fell to the ground.
The other teammates panicked instantly, and they had to lift He Luo off the court and called the team doctor for emergency treatment.
Zhou Yang's pitching speed shocked the world, and this was enough for He Luo to drink a pot.
At the same time, Zheng Haipeng took a few assistants to accompany Guo Tianhua and Old Gu to the court.
The player coach and some management are here, and he needs a shot.
After all, the bet has already been lost.
He must transfer the White Gloves team at a price of 260 million yuan in accordance with the previous agreement.
Zheng Haipeng was just a lucky businessman, and he had no courage to shame in the face of the big-time figures of the "Gourmet Club".
However, he happened to see Zhou Yang knocking He Luo unconscious with the ball, and he was instantly angry.
So far, the team is still his.
In case He Luo played something good or bad, how to play the next game?
"Little bunny, you're endless, right?" Zheng Haipeng shouted, rolling up his sleeves and rushing towards Zhou Yang.
It was this kid who caused him a 300 million to 40 million business, and was forced to 260 million.
The difference of 80 million made Zheng Haipeng's heart start to bleed.
"Mr. Zheng, what are you doing?" Yuan Lanqing and Meng Yao stood in front of Zhou Yang and stopped the aggressive Zheng Haipeng.
"I killed him, you two get out of me!" Zheng Haipeng was angry, pointing to the noses of the two women and shouted, "You two stinky ladies are also worthy of blocking me? With your one percent of the shares, I won't sweep you at the end of my eyes!"
Meng Yao and Yuan Lanqing were shocked.
Unexpectedly, the quality of the major shareholder of the dignified White Glove team is so touching!
Zheng Haipeng pushed the two women apart and grabbed Zhou Yang by the collar.
"Little bunny, who sent you here?" Zheng Haipeng said viciously.
In his opinion, this kid is full of evil spirits, and he must have a plan.
Zhou Yang said calmly, "Let go of me, otherwise this matter will be difficult to handle."
"Little rabbit, dare to threaten Lao Tzu?" Zheng Haipeng was furious, raising his hand to slap Zhou Zhou.
Zhou Yang sighed secretly, stretched out his hand and pushed.
Zheng Haipeng rolled six or seven meters away like a ball, just at the feet of Guo Tianhua and Lao Gu.
"Mr. Guo, Mr. Gu, made you laugh!" Zheng Haipeng's face was flushed, and he got up in embarrassment, gritted his teeth and looked at Zhou Yang.
I was lost in front of the big shots.
"Arrogant, too arrogant!" Zheng Haipeng trembled, "Security! Give me a slap, and I will give you one hundred yuan!"
A group of security guards who had been on standby for a long time rushed over to prepare for action.
"stop!"
Guo Tianhua shouted coldly.
At the same time, several of Guo Tianhua's strong assistants kept the security guards out.
Guo Tianhua looked at Zheng Haipeng coldly and said, "Ms. Zheng, you are not brave!"
"What do you mean?" Zheng Haipeng was dumbfounded.
Guo Tianhua said to several assistants: "Slap him, I will give five hundred yuan for a slap! If something goes wrong, I will be responsible!"
Before Zheng Haipeng could react, the first slap in the face had fallen on his face.
"Snapped!"
Crisp and clean.
The audience was shocked.
"You..." Zheng Haipeng's brain short-circuited.
"Snapped!"
The second note fell on the face.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"..."
Nearly ten slapped slapped Zheng Haipeng directly.
"Almost all done." Zhou Yang said lightly.
"Stop!" Guo Tianhua shouted.
The assistants immediately stood in a row, as if they had never shot.
Guo Tianhua and Old Gu turned to face Zhou Yang at the same time, bowed slightly and said, "Sir, you are shocked."
Old Gu said: "Today, we will definitely give Mr. a satisfactory answer."
Uh……
Zheng Haipeng is dumbfounded!
What do you mean?
Why did the two business leaders nod and bow at this young man?
Did I go to the wrong set?
"Mr. Zheng, please transfer the team at the price we agreed, and hope to complete the transfer procedures within one hour." Guo Tianhua said lightly, "If you deny, we will let you know the consequences."
These words made even the players confused.
Team transfer?