Reborn Global Godfather

Song Sanxi smiled, very pure and gentle.

"Uncle Li, life is actually a gamble. Wherever you fall, you stand up. This is a man. Now, I don't play cards, just bet on stocks and the like."

Li Zhenggang frowned again: "That's what you say. But, college students can lose money in stocks. You haven't finished high school, so don't touch it. But they don't play cards with Qian Yonghong, they bet on other things. Don't play too much. If it's golf..."

Li Zhenggang said, still a little bit embarrassed.

"Qian Yonghong is a well-known golf player in Zhong Hai's circle. If I'm lucky, I can beat him. If I'm not lucky, he can make me lose badly."

"You, it's best not to bet with him. If you want to play, Uncle will be the host this afternoon. You can play whatever you want."

"From now on, you can come to this Nanshan Club at any time and report my name, Lao Li. It's free! Bring your wife and children over here, have a rest, eat and drink, and take care of yourself."

Old Li, this is also very generous.

After all, when it came to saving Mr. Li, Song Sanxi was so brilliant that he didn't charge money.

Song Sanxi smiled, "Uncle Li, don't be so polite. Let's go, go to the scene, let's see and talk! The situation is not good, I just don't gamble."

"That's about the same. But it's best not to gamble."

"Thank you, Uncle Li, for your concern."

"It's not easy for you to change now. It's good to learn a little bit. By the way, I heard from Ruiyang that she met you during the morning run these few days?"

"Yes. That old classmate of mine runs really hard. Three generations of the Li family are all good catchers..."

"Ha ha……"

Afterwards, the two drove separately and entered the Nanshan Golf Club.

Here, it belongs to the world-class venue.

Every year, there will be at least ten high-level international invitational tournaments.

The bonus is also quite high.

After parking the car and getting out of the car, someone came to receive him.

Li Zhenggang is an old face and received a warm reception.

He didn't know Song Sanxi, but he knew the car, so he was enthusiastic.

Song Sanxi glanced at Qian Yonghong's BMW 750, parked there.

Huang Changyong, the previous Audi A8, is also here.

There is also Wang Hui, an old gambler, that one-year-old Bentley, worth more than 800 million, is also parked there.

Song Sanxi sneered secretly.

Qian Yonghong, your grandson really knows how to do things.

In addition to Lao Tzu, the four big gamblers are all alive.

Three high-level people, if they want to deal with Lao Tzu today, do they still think I am a fool?

The two were walking outside, preparing to get on the club's battery sightseeing car, and go to the practice platform first.

It happened that a Mercedes-Benz s300 and an e300 drove in front and back.

Parked near the door.

Inside the S-level, a middle-aged man with a big belly came down.

White face, Mediterranean baldness, smiling.

It was Feng Guang, the owner of the Mercedes-Benz 4S store.

Inside the e300, Hu Haimei came down.

This car was mortgaged by her, with the lowest matching.

When Hu Haimei saw Song Sanxi, she felt tender and angry.

This scumbag still comes to play an elegant sport like golf?

Song Sanxi glanced at Hu Haimei with a calm face, as if she didn't know her.

This kind of woman will never be able to fall into Godfather Xi's eyes.

As if ignoring it, he and Li Zhenggang got on the battery car.

Li Zhenggang, in casual clothes, is not extravagant, but plain.

Hu Haimei snorted coldly, waved her hand, and signaled the battery car to stop.

Feng Guang didn't know Song and Li either, so he came over very domineering.

This guy, he owns a small half of the entire Mercedes-Benz 4S store, which is considered to be a good fortune.

Immediately, he smiled and said, "You two, please sit in the back row. We Miss Hu want to sit in the front, so we can have a better view."

It's been a long time since I wanted to get Hu Haimei's idea.

It's just that this woman doesn't take the bait.

It's a rare day today, so I'll just answer him, come and play a few rounds of golf.

Therefore, Feng Guang naturally wants to show his domineering side.

However, although the waiter who drove the battery car did not know Li Zhenggang's identity, he knew that he was a character.

The waiter smiled and said, "Mr. Feng, you don't know, this Mr. Li is also a regular customer of our place. What's the matter, we count as us..."

Feng Guangpi smiled, "I'm still your boss's friend, a close buddy. Today, it's rare for us Hu Meimei to be happy, and we want to sit in front, can't you forgive me?"

In Hu Haimei's heart, it was a little helpful.

She glanced at Song Sanxi coldly, not knowing what relationship he had with this poor, half-hearted old man.

But it doesn't matter, my sister will sit in the front row today.

Li Zhenggang looked a little displeased, and when he was about to say something, Song Sanxi got down from the front row of the battery car, "Uncle Li, I'll come."

Li Zhenggang nodded and remained silent.

Song Sanxi didn't even look at Hu and Feng, and directly said to the waiter: "Brother, come down, I'll drive."

The waiter has no right to speak in this kind of place.

What the guest says is what they say.

So Song Sanxi sat in the cab.

Waiter, stand on the ground.

Hu Haimei sneered and said, "Hey, you gambler, scum, and prodigal son, do you still drive your sister yourself?"

Li Zhenggang was slightly taken aback when he said a word.

Oh, Sanxi still knows this woman?

Feng Guang was shocked, and glanced at Song Sanxi, "Boy, you're smart!"

Then, he said to Li Zhenggang, "Here, sit in the back seat with the waiter. Hai Mei and I are going to get in the car."

After the words fell, Song Sanxi suddenly started.

Pulling Li Zhenggang, there was a whirring sound of the motor, and he rushed away.

Li Zhenggang turned his head, inexplicably excited, and waved his hand.

Feng Guang, who looked like a fat pig, raised one foot in the air, his face turned the color of a pig's liver.

The receptionist, silly.I can only feel that the guests are wayward and there is no way.

Hu Haimei stomped her feet angrily and screamed, "This bastard, what a bastard, bastard!"

Feng Guang was also very embarrassed. He retracted his feet and yelled at the waiter: "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you call me another car?"

When Song Sanxi turned the corner, Li Zhenggang behind him laughed.

"You boy, you are still so wild."

Song Sanxi smiled lightly and said: "A nouveau riche with two money, open a broken s400, forget his surname, I don't take care of you."

"Hehe...Mercedes-Benz s400, of course, is not as strong as your Maybach. That beauty, has something to do with you?"

"A little friction can't make a big goblin, just a vice president of a Mercedes-Benz 4S shop."

"Oh, hehe, it's really just a little fairy."

Not long after, we arrived at the club building.

In a grand building, on the tee practice table, several guests are swinging and hitting the ball.

Song Sanxi stopped the car and went to the training platform with Li Zhenggang.

When going up, Li Zhenggang was nearby and went to the bathroom.

He handed over a cigarette and told Song Sanxi to go first, so he didn't have to wait for him.

Song Sanxi, smoking a cigarette, walked through the service hall and came to the training platform.

At that time, Qian Yonghong, Huang Changyong and Wang Hui were sitting in the rest area of ​​the practice bench.

Beside one of them, there was a beautiful waitress standing with her aura in full swing.

Wang Hui was the most arrogant of the three gamblers, and stood up straight away.

"Spicy next door! Song Sanxi, I heard that your son of a bitch beat Brother Hong and Brother Yong to win the game? This afternoon, you want to play a few rounds of golf with Brother Hong. How much money do you plan to lose?"