The domineering president meets her

He straddled the long black Corvette and sat tight.

With a slight gesture, the magic sensor door will automatically lock.

The driver turned around and asked, "Mr. Fu, are you going back to Tianlin?"

He said calmly, "Go to Golden Bay Golf Club."

This is a private property under his name. Fu Shi seldom goes there when there is nothing to do, and he just leaves it to professionals to take care of it.

Wen Heng went downstairs and drove back to the company. As soon as he got in the car, Secretary Hai called and said:

"Mr. Wen, the Fu Group's CEO's office called to make an appointment. Do you want to make an appointment?"

Hai Han, who didn't hear the voice, asked again uncertainly.

Wen Heng took off his coat and casually put it on the back seat, then turned around and thought: It seems that I don't have much business dealings with him? It was just that we met briefly at the banquet that night.

"Didn't I tell you to cancel all my work schedules in the past few days? Please cancel this one for me as well and tell me to make an appointment next time."

Wen Heng held the steering wheel with one hand and kept his eyes on the road conditions.

"Ok, I see."

"Mr. Wen, the other party just sent you an email with no text but only pictures. I have reviewed it and forwarded it to your mailbox. Please take a look when you have time."

"okay, I get it."

At the intersection waiting for the red light, Wen Heng hung up the phone and opened his mobile email. The high-definition picture of the Duchess of Windsorina's emerald gemstone suit last night suddenly appeared in front of him, and he could feel its glittering luster through the screen.

(All documents and pictures that need to be reviewed by the president must be reviewed by the president's assistant. The president's secretary will first filter out a lot of meaningless emails before sending them to the president's mailbox.)

His hand that was scrolling through the phone paused, remembering that Hai Han once said that President Fu’s secretary’s surname was Leng, but the gentleman who came to do the deal last night was named Liang.

Cool——cold, isn’t this a truth?

Huh? Is this a coincidence or a pre-arranged plan?

As I was thinking about it, I called back.

"Hello, Mr. Wen."

"Haihan, reply for me and be there on time this afternoon."

"Okay, I understand. Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No need, just prepare the clothes for me and send them over."

"alright, got it."

Wen Heng repositioned the steering wheel and drove towards the agreed place.

Golden Bay Golf Club has beautiful scenery and is surrounded by forests.

The course originally had 22 holes, but was later reduced to a standard 18 holes. The best locations were chosen on the 100-hole course to build these 18 holes, which advantageously combined the design with the natural terrain, allowing golfers to constantly cross the valleys while playing.

It is famous for its most distinctive holes 15-17 and is known as the "best 17-hole course in the world". This famous old course that hosted the World Championship has the most incredible greens in the world. Golf fans can play here by paying an inexpensive green fee.

Of course, not everyone is lucky enough to play golf here. Golfers need to apply for reservations one year in advance, and it is only open to members and their guests.

Those who can come here to play basketball are either big stars or business tycoons.

Wen Heng arrived here about an hour later and went to the locker room of the golf course. Haihan sent someone to bring him a white POLO short-sleeved shirt and royal blue shorts. With a casual glance, he saw through the glass window a black vehicle slowly driving on the path on the green grass outside.

No need to think, just look at the car and you will know who is coming.

Wen Heng changed his clothes and stood up to go to the golf course. His dedicated young caddy followed him, carrying his golf clubs.

After walking out of the room and onto the outdoor grass, Wen Heng was still looking at his mobile phone, and the caddy smiled.

"It's been a while since I've seen Mr. Wen come to play basketball. Is Mr. Wen in love?"

"Almost there." Wen Heng teased him.

The caddy was stunned: "Really? Mr. Wen finally got his wish!"

The conversation between the two was neither loud nor soft, and the place was empty and quiet, so it could be heard from a long distance away.

First there was the sound of the club swinging through the wind, followed by a "pop" sound.

Wen Heng was very familiar with this voice. He stopped and looked at the person on the grass.

I saw a tall man wearing a light beige polo shirt and light gun grey shorts. He looked very energetic.

He has a strong body, tight leg muscles, standard playing posture, and graceful and smooth movements. Although the opponent is wearing a baseball cap and swinging with his back to him, his innate sense of dignity is too strong to be ignored.

Under the off-white extra-large two-meter-wide parasol, there was a familiar doctor named Ye lying on a white lazy chair, squinting his eyes, with his hands under his head, basking in the sun leisurely.

Why is he here?

But then I thought that Dr. Ye was a doctor in a noble hospital. In addition to going to work, he also had to go out to see patients and serve as a family doctor for rich people. Suddenly, it became clear.

Just then, Dr. Ye turned around and looked over, and Wen Heng nodded to him as a greeting.

The caddy brought Wen Heng to Fu Shi.

"Hello, Mr. Fu. This is Mr. Wen." The caddy stepped forward and introduced.

Fu Shi turned around, his eyes sharp and cold: "I know."

Wen Heng handed the short club in his hand to the caddy and took the initiative to extend his hand: "Hello, Mr. Fu. We meet again."

The atmosphere stagnated for two seconds.

Fu Shi stretched out his hand and shook it.

Ye Yiyun, who had just come forward, stood aside and wondered in his heart, why is the atmosphere so weird?

"Mr. Fu, thank you for saving my sister two days ago." Wen Heng said sincerely.

"Mr. Wen, you're too polite. Wanna play two rounds?" Before Wen Heng could react, he saw a wooden stick thrown at him and he quickly caught it.

Then I heard that person say: "Mr. Wen can choose the way he likes to compete."

"Since I invited Mr. Wen to play ball this time, you can choose the venue."

"Stroke play or match play?"

"I don't mind." Wen Heng was confident in his golf skills. After all, when he was studying abroad, he had participated in local golf tournaments.

"Okay, then Mr. Wen will kick off first."

In the first round, Wen Heng threw the ball directly home.

His mind was not in the right state, so he underestimated the enemy and was careless. He knew it in his heart.

"Is this your confidence?" Fu Shi said in a cold tone.

Wen Heng himself did not expect that Fu Shi's playing skills were so advanced that they could rival those of professional players.

Wen Heng took two penalty strokes and picked up the wood club again: "Sorry."

Ye Yiyun is not interested in playing basketball, but this does not affect his nervousness when watching the game, especially when the two people in front of him are evenly matched and their strength is evident.

"Mr. Wen selected the venue."

"Then let's have a sparring match, a game of dune chipping?"

"Oh? Are you sure?"

The caddy drove a four-wheel sightseeing vehicle and led the three people to the natural sand dune golf course.

The fairways of the golf course are dotted with flowers and the scenery is breathtakingly beautiful as it is close to the blue sea of ​​Jianhu Lake.