The Romantic Soldier King

Ye Cheng shut his eyes tightly. His entire body was covered in darkness and he could only rely on his acute senses. He had already memorized the location of the golf ball after hitting the same spot four times in a row. Even if he closed his eyes now, he would still be able to accurately hit the target, and the greatest difficulty was whether or not he could enter the cave.    

    

He slowly raised the bat, drawing everyone's attention as he did so. With a motion as dashing as ever, the fallen club accurately hit the ball, and the golf ball was sent flying.    

    

Everyone's eyes gathered on the flying golf ball as they watched it streak across the sky like a shooting star and land on the ground. With a "dong" sound, he directly drilled into the hole.    

    

It was an incredible stunning goal, and it was unbelievable. Yet, it was precisely this one time when it entered the hole. The group of people were dumbfounded once again.    

    

"He's in, he's in again, Ye Cheng, you're too powerful!" Mu Lingdie shouted excitedly, as if he had hit the ball himself.    

    

Qiao Rubing was extremely surprised. She had thought that Ye Cheng would definitely lose, but what she absolutely didn't expect was her shocking performance again and again.    

    

Zhou Jialin looked at the hole as his eyes flickered unsteadily, as if he had thought of something. He sighed at Ye Cheng's golf skills that were even better than his twin brother's.    

    

Song Liangjun's face darkened, all the arrogance he had earlier completely disappeared without a trace. In just a few minutes, it was as if he had experienced a great tragedy in his life.    

    

Su Mingxuan shook his head helplessly, this time the Young Master Song was at the point of no return. He was using the big blade in front of Guan Gong, if he failed to humiliate Ye Cheng, he would lose all face instead. At the same time, he was also sighing with emotion, Ye Cheng's golf skills were truly powerful, he had truly reached the acme of perfection. It was a pity that he did not participate in international competitions.    

    

Ye Cheng's face did not have any expression of joy, it was as if he had forgotten about his stunning score in the blink of an eye. He passed the Sphere Stick to the ball player and stretched his hands out towards Song Liangjun, smiling without saying a word.    

    

Song Liangjun was like a defeated rooster, his head drooped down, and he did not even dare to look at Ye Cheng's expression. He looked at the hand in front of him and was stunned for a moment.    

    

"Young Master Song, five hundred thousand yuan per stick, four million yuan, plus I won your one million gold bet, a total of three million. You won't forget that quickly, will you?" Looking at Song Liangjun's bitter expression, Ye Cheng laughed in his heart, and lost the interest to continue ridiculing him.    

    

It was only then that Song Liangjun realised what Ye Cheng meant. In front of Zhou Jialin and the rest, he was obviously embarrassed to go back on his words. He reached his hands out and took out a cash cheque book, filled it in quickly, tore off two pieces, and gave them to Ye Cheng.    

    

Ye Cheng glanced at them and saw a cheque worth one million and a cheque worth two million. He then smiled and said, "If Young Master Song still wants to find someone to spar with, remember to look for me. I'll be happy to accompany you anytime."    

    

Song Liangjun remained silent. Ye Cheng was his nemesis, and every time they met, Ye Cheng would be beaten to the point that his skin was not even covered. He was extremely aggrieved in his heart as he angrily shouted, "I am a dignified and powerful young master of a rich family, how can I not deal with a mere security guard?" I must get my face back.    

    

Su Mingxuan advised softly with good intentions: "Young Master Song, it's just a round of golf matches, if you meet this kind of abnormal expert, even tiger Woods couldn't win, why would you care!"    

    

Hearing this consolation, Song Liangjun felt better. In the past, he never would have thought that Su Mingxuan had such good intentions.    

    

After winning three million, Ye Cheng felt that there was no need to stay anymore. She raised her voice slightly and said, "Sorry, I've disturbed your mood, you guys continue, I'll go and have a smoke."    

    

"Mr. Ye, please wait!" Zhou Jialin took a few steps towards Ye Cheng, her red lips slightly parted as she said: "I never thought that Mr. Ye's golf skills would be so powerful, may I be bold to ask, are you interested in becoming a professional gamer?"    

    

After seeing Ye Cheng's superb skills, she felt that Ye Cheng was definitely worthy of the title 'you'.    

    

"Well, I don't have any plans for now." Ye Cheng's secret service identity meant that he wouldn't become a golf pro, so of course he wouldn't be interested in increasing his exposure to the public.    

    

"Personally, I feel that since you have such a great skill, you should consider becoming a pro player and participating in various international golf competitions. With your strength, you can definitely become the new king of the golf industry. I think that you can realize the value of your life. " Zhou Jialin's words were sincere and filled with motivation, but it was a pity that Ye Cheng's ambition was not here.    

    

Ye Cheng said half-heartedly: "Then I think I should seriously consider it."    

    

Hearing Ye Cheng's loose mouth, Zhou Jialin secretly rejoiced, he called a bodyguard over, and took the fashionable and expensive bag from the bodyguard's hands, took out a name card from inside, and gave it to Ye Cheng. This is my personal business card, if Mr. Ye has thought about it clearly enough as to when you want to be a pro player, you can contact me. "    

    

The card was ancient and did not reveal its identity like other wealthy businessmen who did not embellish their cards with gold borders. Ye Cheng received it and gave it a short glance. He also smelled the light and elegant fragrance of the jasmine flower, and put it in his bosom as if he had obtained a precious treasure. Thank you, Miss Lynn, for your kindness. I will contact you after I finish considering. "    

    

's background was so ridiculously powerful that even the combined families of the four of them could match her background. She didn't like ordinary people at all, but she was especially interested in an insignificant person. What made East China Sea Four Young Masters even more envious was that Zhou Jialin actually gave his personal business card to this guy. The person on the board must have her private number, but the four of them had yet to get her phone number. Moreover, Zhou Jialin's private cell phone number had always been a mystery in the circles.    

    

This brat was really lucky, the sky dropped a gold mountain on his head, could it be that the Miss Lynn was especially interested in her? Impossible, how could a poor and market guy like him enter the eyes of the Miss Lynn?    

    

Ye Cheng greeted Zhou Jialin and Qiao Rubing and then left the golf course. Since there were so many bodyguards around, he didn't have to worry about any accidents happening.    

    

"Wait for me!" Mu Lingdie jogged all the way and caught up with Ye Cheng.    

    

Ye Cheng slowed his pace and asked: "I'm going to smoke, what are you doing following me?"    

    

Mu Lingdie looked at Ye Cheng who was in his embrace and laughed: "I'm here to split the loot."    

    

"Divide up the loot?" Ye Cheng was startled, "Divide into what?"    

    

Mu Lingdie squinted his eyes and revealed a charming smile, pouting: "president Ye, you won two million from Young Master Song in game, I have spoken up for you, and half of it is due to me, shouldn't you split it with me?" Her voice was very gentle, especially when she called out 'president Ye' more intimately.    

    

This was Ye Cheng's first time seeing this beauty, who was dressed all the time, act so coquettishly. Hearing her words, his face immediately turned soft. Concussive! Your words are worth a million, you're even worse than me! There's no way we can split the money. " He was really not used to Mu Lingdie pretending to be gentle and bluntly refused him.    

    

"president Ye, I helped you anger Young Master Song very selflessly. Without my words, you might have only earned eight hundred thousand. "How about this, even if you don't give me a million, you should at least give me eight hundred thousand!" Mu Lingdie learnt from Ye Cheng what happened in the market just now, and realised that they were similar.    

    

"I won this bit of money from Song Liangjun at the risk of my life. If you want to, don't even think about it." Ye Cheng snickered in his heart, why does this Mu Lingdie have a temper similar to mine!    

    

"It's not as serious as you say. Young Master Song is a rich person, why would he care about such a small amount of money." Mu Lingdie saw that Ye Cheng was not willing to let go, and immediately changed his tactics to provoke him, "president Ye, I realised that you are really stingy, you are far from comparing yourself to."    

    

In any case, this money came from nothing, so Ye Cheng naturally would not mind it too much. " "Don't say that I'm stingy, I'll give you some. Don't mention this to me again in the future."    

    

Mu Lingdie immediately beamed, it was better to provoke him, and immediately changed his tone: "president Ye, are you truly open-minded, how much should I get?"    

    

Ye Cheng extended a finger out and she said happily: Why don't you give me a million? I knew that the president Ye was generous, and was just joking with me. "    

    

Ye Cheng shook his finger: "NO, NO!"    

    

Mu Lingdie said in surprise, disappointed: "That can't be, only gave me a hundred thousand?"    

    

Ye Cheng shook his finger again, "I'll give you ten thousand, then treat it as your hard work."    

    

Hearing that, Mu Lingdie's face became serious, and for a long time, he continued to play with himself, and said angrily: "Ye Cheng, you are too petty, you are the wrong person, you can't even compare to 1% of Young Master Song."    

    

"I was wondering why you women turned hostile faster than flipping books!" I was just joking with you. " Ye Cheng was amused until he more or less, he said in a serious tone: "Don't compare me to Song Liangjun, split the three hundred thousand between you and everyone else, if you don't want it, then forget it."    

    

Mu Lingdie's face instantly revealed a smile, and anxiously said: Yes, yes, of course I want it, how can Song Liangjun compare to our president Ye? After she finished speaking, she extended her slender, jade-like hands towards Ye Cheng.    

    

"This is really opening one's eyes to money!" Ye Cheng touched his pocket, and seemed to be muttering to himself, "I seem to be out of cigarettes."    

    

"I'll buy it for you right away." How could Mu Lingdie not understand? A packet of cigarettes for 300,000 gold was definitely worth a lot, he happily rushed to buy cigarettes.    

    

Ye Cheng squinted her eyes, looking at Mu Lingdie's perky butt, she took out a cigarette from her pocket and lit it up. If I bring her back to my side and teach her a little, she'll definitely be able to help me a lot. "    

    

He crossed the reception hall of the golf course and went out into the open parking lot.    

    

"president Ye your smoke!" Mu Lingdie left the supermarket, waving the cigarettes in his hands, he walked over and complained: "This box of yours cost me thirty yuan, it hurts like hell."    

    

Ye Cheng laughed: "Don't cry about being poor in front of me, I don't believe that a person who can drive a Hummer to work would care about this thirty dollars. You probably don't even care about the three hundred thousand."    

    

"Who says I don't care? I went to so much trouble to get that fierce horse." Mu Lingdie handed the cigarette over to Ye Cheng, and stretched out his hand to urge him: "Promise me three hundred thousand! I want it now. "    

    

Ye Cheng said: "Don't be anxious, it's not like I will go back on my word. Come with me to the bank and deposit the money. Of the three hundred thousand, it's yours."