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No matter how calm the senior executives and government officials of these big companies were, they couldn't help laughing when they heard the name "Yang Xijiu".
The influence of the movie "East as the West" is not uncommon, so a group of people quickly figured out the meaning of Yang Chen's words, but after laughing, they suddenly realized that things were not right. But Zhou Dongcheng, the young master of Dongxing, the little emperor of the underground world in the East District of Zhonghai, this kid is okay and dares to make a joke on him.
But Zhou Dongcheng's reaction was surprisingly lifeless, instead he narrowed his mouth and said, "Mr. Yang is really good at joking, but I like humorous men."
The voice was soft and soft, and seemed to have a bit of shy joy.
Yang Chen only felt goose bumps all over his body. He took out a cigarette from his pants pocket and puffed out white smoke to calm down, and said, "I don't like being liked by men."
"You don't like being liked, it doesn't mean that I can't like you." Zhou Dongcheng said more circumspectly.
Yang Chen held the cigarette in one hand, and scratched his hair by the way. He was not afraid that the cigarette butt would scorch his hair. The sticky and soft young master of Dongxing in front of him was much more troublesome than he thought. If it is a fierce, burly and powerful one Yang Chen wasn't afraid of class, but this product was like a cotton ball, so it didn't have any energy.
The surrounding guests have begun to move around individually, and there are also several teams on the tennis court slowly slapping the ball back and forth.
The melting sunshine spread on the court, and Yang Chen stretched out and stopped talking.
Zhou Dongcheng stared at Yang Chen smoking and frowning. For a long time, he continued to smile: "I know Mr. Yang may have misunderstood me, but I really want to make a friend of Mr. Yang. I don't know if there is a chance?"
"Friends?" Yang Chen said vaguely: "The way you make friends is to send a car to follow?"
Zhou Dongcheng did not deny it, and nodded frankly: "Yes, but that time was just an accident. I didn't expect Mr. Yang to use Thunder, but I can guarantee that I won't pursue it. In fact, the instructions I gave them were nothing but an accident. Investigate Mr. Yang's surrounding environment."
"I don't like someone investigating me." Yang Chen said lightly.
Zhou Dongcheng looked at each other without fear, "I promise not to be in the future, Mr. Yang Chen, and as a man with a broad mind in my opinion, I think you can forgive me for that reckless move."
Having been given honorifics by others, Yang Chen really couldn't say anything cruel, so he nodded indifferently, "Forget it, I'm too lazy."
"So, as a friend, can you play tennis with me?" Zhou Dongcheng asked suddenly.
"I haven't played."
"It doesn't matter, what matters is the friendly form, not the content of the score."
Zhou Dongcheng's words are irrefutable, and he feels helpless for his initiative to show favor.
Yang Chen sighed, stood up first, walked to Tang Wan's side, and said, "Ms. Tang, borrow a racket."
Tang Wan had been paying attention to the conversation between Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng. Although she couldn't hear her clearly, she also thought that the two might have been in contact before. At this moment, she didn't talk much. She nodded and motioned to a waiter to give Yang Chen a standard racket.
Zhou Dongcheng’s attendant immediately took out a pink racket from his sports bag. It was the same color as his clothes. This weird choice of colors did not attract the attention of many people, because in this circle, Zhou Dongcheng liked it. Men, it’s not a secret that they like to feminize themselves.
When Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng played together, the two girls who had been playing obediently gave up the ground.
Many businessmen and politicians who were present began to doubt their own judgment. Yang Chen could chat with Zhou Dongcheng and play basketball together. Could it be that his true identity is an incredible figure? But there is no such number in Zhong Hai's head-and-face character. Many people speculate that it may be a young master from a large family from outside.
"Then what..." Yang Chen walked to the sidelines and asked Mo Qianni who was talking and laughing with several men and women, "Miss Mo, how do you play tennis?"
Mo Qianni was stunned. Although she didn't know what the man was doing with such silly questions, she explained in a simple way: "It's when someone else fights over, touches it on the ground and then fights back. It's on the court, and when it's off the court, it will be lost. Minute."
"Oh, I understand." Yang Chen recalled the scenes he had seen on TV before, and he almost knew about it.
"You can't fight?" Mo Qianni found the problem and asked suspiciously.
Yang Chen replied truthfully: "I haven't fought, but I probably know how to fight."
Anyone who has played tennis is basically aware of it. It seems that the tennis racket is very big, and the tennis ball is much bigger than table tennis. But in fact, on this seemingly small field, you have to pick up one from the ground. The bouncing ball is not a simple matter.
Many beginners feel that when they first come into contact with tennis, they clearly watch the ball fly in front of them, but they just can't hit it. As for hitting it and then hitting it back, it is even more difficult to make a lore.
Under the gaze of a group of people preparing to watch the show, Yang Chen swaggered into the field with a cigarette, resisting the beat, and said to Zhou Dongcheng at the other end: "Come on, play a few shots with you."
Many people on the sidelines heard the other elements in the words, and they all showed a weird look. Mo Qianni also blushed slightly. This guy always speaks so rudely.
Zhou Dongcheng smiled gently, then tossed the ball and swung the racket! His movements are not very standard, but the bending and jumping of his body make him look elegant.
The ball traversed a smooth arc, crossed the block, hit the ground on Yang Chen's side, and jumped up diagonally!
Yang Chen was already standing where the ball was coming. As his right hand was holding the smoke in his hand, he naturally took the racket in his left hand and slapped the ball easily!
"Boom!!" The ball hit the racket with a muffled sound!
The tennis ball flew over the block in the eyes of everyone's surprise, and then suddenly flew toward the outside of the court!
Like a missile launched into the air, it crossed a diagonal line, and after crossing a distance of 20 to 30 meters, it continued to fly over the nearly ten-meter barbed wire fence on the side of the court, and then fell towards the parking lot outside the stadium. .
No girl child exclaimed, is this a ball hit by a person with his left hand!
Even if he missed a hit and hit the field, it was understandable, but the man waved his hand and used his left hand to make the ball fly out of the barbed wire more than ten meters!
Even if you give other people a cone-shaped stone with the right weight, no one dares to say that you can easily throw the stone out of the barbed wire!
Seeing the people around him, including Zhou Dongcheng, showed a look of horror. Yang Chen realized that he had accidentally used his strength, but he had never used it, but he underestimated the elasticity of the interaction between the tennis ball and the tennis racket.
He smiled awkwardly. After flicking the soot, he continued to hold the cigarette in his mouth. Yang Chen said, "Sorry, this ball is quite flexible. I will pick it up when I finish playing."
The others all smiled stiffly, looking at Yang Chen's not very muscular arm with a weird expression, if he was punched by that hand, it would be dead.
"Mr. Yang is really a supernatural power." Zhou Dongcheng is also a person who has seen the world. Moreover, he also knew that Yang Chen is good at martial arts, so he quickly recovered his calm, took a new ball from the attendant, and said: "Then let's continue. "
This time, Yang Chen didn’t use too much force, he just calculated that his strength could hit the ball back to the opponent’s court. As for the angle and speed, Yang Chen didn’t care at all. The trajectory of the tennis was so slow in Yang Chen’s eyes. Like a tortoise, there is no pressure at all.
The people on the sidelines only saw Yang Chen strolling in the court as if strolling in a leisurely garden. Every time he stood there would be the place where the ball bounced, and then gently dialed back with one hand. The landing point was also where Zhou Dongcheng stood. There is no need for Zhou Dongcheng to move to catch the ball.
Everyone can see that Yang Chen is not playing ball, he is playing ball!
Although Yang Chen's patting and playing postures were "ugly", this did not affect everyone's evaluation of his playing ability.
Many young women have their eyes lightened. Yang Chen's dangling cigarettes, sweat dripping on his forehead, hair blowing in the wind, slightly frowning, and leisurely facial expressions have deeply stuck their gazes.
Tang Wan noticed that Mo Qianni was looking at Yang Chen with a little sluggishness on the side, her eyes were a bit strangely intoxicated like other women, and she sighed slightly.
In Tang Wan’s view, Yang Chen is undoubtedly a playboy. From the first time I found myself by the river, Ye Qing had already realized it. Later, when I met Li Jingjing with him at the school where my daughter was staying, I became more determined. This time I didn't expect to be replaced by Mo Qianni.
Li Jingjing is a simple girl, and it’s normal to be fooled by Yang Chen, but the famous female PR in a mall like Mo Qianni and the company’s excellent manager are also in the mud. This made Tang Wan doubt Yang Chen’s strength. What captures the love of these two girls with different styles but equally outstanding.
At this moment, seeing the man playing awkward skills on the court, but playing tennis between applause, Tang Wan had a sense of it. It seemed that the most important characteristic of this man was the characteristic that other men could not have.
Yang Chen didn't know that Mo Qianni outside the field was looking at herself with a look she had never seen before, and she didn't expect Tang Wan, who greeted her with a smile, had already put him on the blacklist in her heart. He just gradually realized , Zhou Dongcheng on the opposite side was almost out of energy to hit the ball back. It seemed that after dozens of consecutive slaps, Zhou Dongcheng was almost out of power.
When the ball shot in front of his eyes again, Yang Chen directly grasped the ball firmly with his hands, spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth casually, and shouted at Zhou Dongcheng: "Are you still hitting?"
Zhou Dongcheng was sweating profusely, "suffocating" and bending over, supporting his knees with both hands before sitting on the ground, threw the racket, waved hard, and said sadly: "No... no more fights..."
"Then I'm leaving." Yang Chen really didn't want to stay in this place. Originally, because of Qiangwei, Zhou Dongcheng must be the enemy, but this enemy always smiles at himself, how can he stand it!
Zhou Dongcheng was a little anxious and didn't care about the effort. He panted and shouted: "Yang... Mr. Yang wait, I don't know... I don't know if I'm lucky enough to invite Mr. Yang to dinner?"
Come in with your sister!
When Yang Chen thought of sitting at the two ends of the candlelight dinner table with a man who was flamboyant and glorious, he walked to the sidelines and grabbed Mo Qianni's little hand, and said, "Go, I'm hungry and go to dinner!"
After finishing speaking, she did not give Mo Qianni a chance to react, and pulled her out strongly.
Mo Qianni was intimately pulled by Yang Chen's hand, feeling the hot temperature, her face inevitably blushed, her heart struck like a deer, but she didn't have the energy to pull her hand out, so she had to look back and talk to a few people. The boss hurriedly greeted him and left the tennis court with Yang Chen.
After several Zhou Dongcheng's entourages went up to help Zhou Dongcheng, who was full of loss, to the sidelines, someone asked with a gloomy face: "Young Master, that Yang Chen doesn't know how to promote him, do you want to send a brother to give him a small gift?"
Zhou Dongcheng glanced at him coldly, only to scare the man out of his pants.
"Yang Chen is my friend, he is a real man, don't speak ill of him in front of me in the future!"
"Yes... Yes... Young Master..."
Zhou Dongcheng looked at the direction Yang Chen was leaving, and fell into obsessive expression again. t