Yan Chuang burst into laughter upon hearing Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs words, "Brother Ye, you sure are confident. I like that."
Ye Chen gave a faint smile, "And I might not necessarily lose, right?"
Hearing this, Yan Chuang smirked triumphantly.
Yan Chuang was known as the Little Prince of Golf in Modu, and his skills were among the top tier for amateur players.
Among his peers, he had never lost a match.
Yan Chuang nodded with a smile, "Alright then, let me witness Brother YeРІР‚в„ўs skills."
With a bet of half a million per hole, Yan Chuang believed that if he played well, winning by over a hundred strokes against Ye Chen wouldnРІР‚в„ўt be a problem.
Remember, winning early means doubling the stakes, which means one hole could easily become a million.
In other words, if one side had a significant advantage, losing tens of millions would be as easy as pie.
Yan Chuang, coming from a wealthy family, could afford to lose a million or more, but itРІР‚в„ўd still hurt a bit as it was a few monthsРІР‚в„ў allowance.
Cao Le chuckled coldly from the side; he knew Yan ChuangРІР‚в„ўs skills.
On the way here, Cao Le had asked Ye Chen, who admitted he had only played two or three times.
Two or three times? How could that compare to Yan Chuang?
You could say Ye Chen was just handing over money.
"Brother Ye, are you sure about this? Losing this would be quite a lot of money."
Ye Chen smiled, "No worries, if I lose money, isnРІР‚в„ўt that what Wanyi is for? I can afford to lose."
Hearing Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs words, the other men became even angrier.
Damn it, we spend money chasing Su Wanyi and donРІР‚в„ўt even stand a chance, and you get her while freeloading?
Cao Le raised an eyebrow, casting an eye.
He chuckled, "Why donРІР‚в„ўt I join in the fun too."
Ye Chen laughed, "You want to join? Great, the more, the merrier."
Cao Le waved his hand, "My skills are not up to par, but I can up the ante. I can bet on one of you two; win together or lose together."
As he spoke, Cao Le glanced at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen nodded, "Old Cao, you really have an eye. I know you want to bet on me, right? No problem."
Cao Le was speechless, "Bet on you? Are you nuts? Do I have money to burn?"
"Brother Ye, I intended to bet on Brother Yan, of course, if youРІР‚в„ўre afraid of losing, then forget it."
After all, with the additional bet, the winnings and losses would both be doubled.
A smile crept onto Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs lips, "Damn, you really are ruthless, trying to screw me over, huh? Too bad you miscalculated."
"No worries, no worries, itРІР‚в„ўs a small thing, even if I lose double, I can take it."
Saying this, Ye Chen looked over at Song Yi, who had been silent.
"Brother Song, why donРІР‚в„ўt you place a bet on me? IРІР‚в„ўm feeling lucky today, I have a great chance to win."
Song Yi had already sensed something was off, but without knowing Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs background, he didnРІР‚в„ўt want to act rashly.
Plus, golf relied on skills, luck may work once or twice, but it canРІР‚в„ўt be good every single time.
Song Yi waved his hand, "IРІР‚в„ўll pass; watching is enough, I wonРІР‚в„ўt get involved."
Ye Chen shook his head, "Ah, not even taking money when itРІР‚в„ўs handed to you, donРІР‚в„ўt regret it later."
From Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs tone, it seemed like he really believed he could win.
In Cao Le and Yan ChuangРІР‚в„ўs eyes, Ye Chen looked like an idiot.
Having played only two or three times and thinking he could beat Yan Chuang? What a joke, Yan Chuang practically lived on the golf course.
The match began.
Ye Chen and Yan Chuang each had their own field.
Yan Chuang was filled with confidence; he was curious to see Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs capabilities.
"Young Master Ye, you take the first shot."
Ye Chen nodded and swung without hesitation.
On this first stroke, Ye Chen intentionally played erratically; though his motion and direction were fine, he hadnРІР‚в„ўt mastered the strength, and the ball landed far from the hole.
Seeing Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs shot, Yan Chuang breathed a sigh of relief.
At that distance, itРІР‚в„ўd take at least four or five more strokes to get the ball in.
Such a level was too amateurish; he had victory in the bag.
The others watching Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs performance shook their heads.
Even they were better than that; Ye Chen was surely going to lose.
Cao Le even began to envision Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs pained expression after losing over two million.
Serves you right for showing off.
Yan Chuang performed excellently on his first stroke, getting it in the hole with just two shots.
Meanwhile, Ye Chen was still aiming with his club.
Watching Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs demeanor, Yan Chuang found it amusing.
At that distance, even professional players would need at least three shots to sink it, right?
Finally, Ye Chen swung his club.
The white ball flew up, then landed, slowly rolling towards the hole.
No way!
Everyone stared fixedly at the white ball.
Plunk!
The ball went straight into the hole without a hitch.
"Birdie, two strokes in the hole," the referee announced.
Yan Chuang was dumbfounded.
Cao Le was dumbfounded.
Song Yi was also dumbfounded.
Even the caddies and referees from both courses were dumbfounded.
Such unbelievable luck.
Ye Chen continued muttering to himself after sinking the ball.
"See, I told you, IРІР‚в„ўm feeling lucky today."
Yan Chuang and Cao Le exchanged glances.
"Cao Le, did that guy really say he only played twice?"
"Yeah, I specifically asked him in the car."
Yan Chuang nodded, "That kidРІР‚в„ўs luck is unbelievably good."
"But, itРІР‚в„ўs only the first hole, and the match has just started," Cao Le encouraged.
Yet, looking at Ye Chen, Cao Le pondered, maybe this guy is playing dumb to catch them off guard?
Ye Chen provocatively looked at Cao Le, "Young Master Cao, regretting already? See, I told you, my luck is good, but you refused to listen."
Cao Le gave a slight smile, "Brother Ye, you are impressive. LetРІР‚в„ўs hope your luck keeps being this good."
Yan Chuang was unexpectedly defeated in the first hole, he steadied himself, playing the second hole steadily, sinking it with four strokes.
This score was already good for an amateur player.
Ye Chen didnРІР‚в„ўt make a birdie this time, but still won by one stroke over Yan Chuang.
Yan Chuang frowned; if the first round was luck, then was the second round also luck?
This time Yan Chuang had doubts about himself.
"Is this kid playing dumb to trap the tiger?" Yan Chuang frowned and asked Cao Le, who was beside him.
Cao Le squinted at Ye Chen, "I donРІР‚в„ўt know, thereРІР‚в„ўs something off about this guy, be careful, donРІР‚в„ўt hold back."
Yan Chuang chuckled bitterly, "Hold back? Damn it, IРІР‚в„ўve been going all out from the start!"
Cao Le was eager to uncover Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs background, and even losing money this time would be worth it if he could understand Ye Chen better.
But Yan Chuang was frustrated. Among the younger generation in Modu, he had never lost at golf, and now he was losing both face and money.
Third hole, Yan Chuang lost by one stroke again.
Fourth hole, Ye Chen didnРІР‚в„ўt keep a birdie anymore.
Fifth hole, Ye Chen shot a birdie once again.
As Ye Chen continued hitting birdies, Yan ChuangРІР‚в„ўs mindset completely collapsed.
This was no amateur; even professional players werenРІР‚в„ўt this awesome.
Under Ye ChenРІР‚в„ўs provocation, Yan ChuangРІР‚в„ўs performance deteriorated significantly, making constant mistakes.
In the end, Yan Chuang was so mad that he threw his club, even the poor caddy wasnРІР‚в„ўt spared, getting kicked several times for no reason.
Watching a furious Yan Chuang, Ye Chen found it amusing.
Trying to screw me over? Do you think you have what it takes?

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