At dawn, several cars parked outside the Haidu Hotel.

The way to Eagle Golf Course happened to pass by Haidu Hotel, where Tang Xin and others had breakfast.

The catering department was busy early, and the waiter who pushed the dining cart to deliver meals to the guest room could see it.

Tang Xin, Dong Fucai, Cao Lunqing and Tianying Security Guard He Min led a group of people to the restaurant and ordered a table of breakfast at will.

After a busy night, many people felt deeply hungry. He Min sat next to Tang Xin. She picked up some small buns or steamed dumplings for Tang Xin while eating.

Seeing that others had a good appetite, Tang Xin felt hungry, but after eating a few bites of the bun, he felt that he couldn't eat. It was not because there was something wrong with the bun. He clearly realized that he seemed to be a little unable to raise the energy to eat, and he felt that the food in his mouth could not be swallowed...

This feeling is very strange. He was obviously very hungry and couldn't eat anything. He drank a bowl of porridge and wiped his mouth with a napkin, and did not move the bowls and chopsticks again.

Others were not surprised when they saw this. Just like among the bodyguards brought by He Min, some of them couldn't eat and were nauseous!

Several hours ago, they witnessed a series of tragedies, and it is understandable that they can't eat anything at this time.

Others speculate that Tang Xin probably is the reason.

After breakfast, everyone drove to the Eagle Golf Course.

Early in the morning, Sun Dao and his colleagues got off the plane. Not only were Chinese diplomats to the United Nations, but also officials from other countries. Sun Dao invited them to golf courses for entertainment. At first, others still had opinions and thought it was not doing their jobs. But Sun Dao said that the chairman of Hongxin Group would come here, so the others no longer denied it hypocritically.

When Tang Xin and his party came to the golf course, they happened to see Sun Dao jumping on the third hole and cursing.

"Oh my god! Is this outrageous?

He just swung a shot "perfectly", and the ball flew out 45 degrees!

"With your attitude, it's useless to practice for a hundred years!"

Tang Xin walked over with a laugh. Sun Dao suddenly looked back and said with a smile: "Haha, the European aristocratic movement, I am actually just a good person. Just make do with it. Don't be too professional, you will never expect it in your life."

Other colleagues gathered together in groups of three or three at other venues to have fun. Sun Dao and Lin Xue were entertaining together. Lin Xue glanced at the person who came and asked curiously: "Where is Cheng Mu? Have you gone to school?"

She is basically married to the chicken now. She got engaged to Sun Dao before the New Year. After the New Year, she was taken abroad by Sun Dao and began to live a full-time housewife life.

Speaking of Cheng Mu, Tang Xin avoided the important thing and said lightly: "Well, she should have gone to school."

"oh."

Lin Xue couldn't see a few acquaintances and felt that returning to Tianhai was a bit boring.

But she is a simple-minded woman after all.

Sun Dao heard the implicit sound of Tang Xin.

should?

This is not a sure tone.

Don’t Tang Xin know where Cheng Mu went?

Sun Dao sighed in his heart and said nothing.

A hint of gloom appeared on his expression, and Tang Xin sighed in his heart after he noticed it.

I don’t know when it started. He was the best friend who fought side by side when he was a child and talked about anything. Now there are some topics that he is hard to say to Sun Dao, but on the contrary, he can talk about Qian Huiyao with all his heart.

Tang Xin left the emotion in his heart, walked to Sun Dao, took the club in his hand, and smiled and said, "Have you learned all the postures?"

Sun Dao cheered up and nodded, "It's not difficult."

Tang Xin sneered: "There are only a few standard movements, of course it is not difficult. The difficult thing is to be coherent and free. When you are bored, practice the movements. Gradually, you get used to making progress."

"Don't just say no to practice, you can hit me and have a look."

Sun Dao put his arms around his chest and raised his eyebrows. The others looked at Tang Xin with a smile on their faces to see how he performed.

Tang Xin coughed twice and gave himself a step first. He said, "I haven't played this game for a long time, don't expect me to have master performance."

After he said that, He Min put a ball on the lawn again, he stood by the side to look for the feeling, and then took it naturally to make a swing. The ball was hit. He looked up and everyone looked up at the distance.

The ball slid across a parabola in the air, a bit off, but it was not outrageous. It jumped and stopped after jumping at a distance of nearly thirty yards from the hole.

"Yes, buddy, what's your secret? I know you must not have the heart to practice this every day."

Tang Xin scored a barely good shot and immediately became stinky and said, "I don't have the heart to practice every day, that is, I just practiced for a while when I was in college, and then I came here three or four times a year."

At that time, in order to create opportunities to contact the director of the Tate Art Museum, and he had just made a fortune, and had a bit of "artistic" idea, so he came here to practice for several months.

"Hey hey, don't be proud of it here, hurry up and tell me what the tricks are!"

Sun Dao came to him and hurriedly urged him.

Tang Xin smiled and played with the club in his hand for a few rounds, and said with a smile: "Every sport is actually very similar. It is easy to get started. It is not difficult to get started, but it is very difficult to get started. It may take only a few days and a half months to get started, and it only takes a year and a half to get started. If you play it so fun, you have to work hard. We are all ordinary people. Since we treat it as a game, we don't have too high pursuits. If you insist on comparing with Tiger Woods, you will be depressed for the rest of your life."

Sun Daoshen nodded with consent. They played a lot of games since they were young, including playing football, basketball, table tennis, competitive billiards, etc.

It is very simple to get started. After playing for a while, they will become familiar with it. However, if they want to reach the pinnacle, they need talent and sweat. They don’t have these two things.

Sun Dao touched his chin and said, "I don't pursue high standards, as long as I don't embarrass you on the game."

Tang Xin handed him the club and said, "I'll see if you play a ball."

Sun Dao did as he did, put a ball on the lawn again, took a deep breath and then swung the ball.

When he finished his movements, he kept his swing and looked at the ball's flight trajectory from afar. He said with a bitter face: "Why is this so far?"

The trajectory of the ball flying out is still erratic, even if it is not outrageous, it is still unsatisfactory.

Tang Xin shrugged and said, "It's a slight difference that makes you a thousand miles apart. It's good to play billiards. Think about the position of hitting the billiards a little bit, and the deviation of the route of the ball from the expected is getting bigger and bigger."

"Well, that's the reason. But what happened to me?"

"action."

"Movement? My movement is very standard, right?"

"It's just too standard and a bit rigid. When you play basketball, your jump shots are never standardized, but you can score goals. Do you understand?"

After Tang Xin's point of view, Sun Dao suddenly realized that he had been focusing on his movements before, thinking that after standardizing the movements, the ball he hit would fly out in the expected direction.

"First of all, don't pay too much attention to the movements. The movements are not the rating criteria, nor are the key to victory or defeat. The key is how many shots you have used to send the ball into the hole. You want to make the movements natural, smooth and beautiful, practice more when you are fine, but after a long time, it will naturally be much different from the standard movements. Secondly, you should relax your mind, just listen to your favorite music. You need that kind of soothing, which is conducive to your concentration, and then, you only think about one thing and hit the ball in the direction and place you most expect, and try it."

After Tang Xin stood aside and finished speaking, Sun Dao immediately asked Lin Xue for his cell phone, put on his headphones and listened to music, and then relaxed his body and stopped thinking about the key points of the movements.

He closed his eyes and calmed down, waiting to merge with the music beats in his ears. He even hummed out involuntarily, and he shot another shot.

After doing the movement, he looked at the flying ball sideways, and Sun Dao smiled.

The person behind him showed a look of surprise when he saw the flying trajectory of the ball.

Putting aside his movements, the ball flew out and bounced out of the ground was only more than twenty yards away from the hole. It was even closer than the ball Tang Xin had just shot.

Everyone looked at Tang Xin like a monster, and a few words were like this. What happened immediately?

Tang Xin looked back and spread his hands to everyone and said, "Don't look at me like this. No matter how hard he works, it's the level."

In fact, when everyone thought about it, they felt relieved.

It's like playing basketball. The layman shoots with a standard action as soon as he comes up, and he doesn't make any shots.

On the contrary, if you use your most accustomed and instinctive actions to shoot, your shooting rate will be much higher.

Of course, the existence of standard actions makes sense.

But that's the difference between profession and entertainment.

Sun Dao found that he had played much better before, so he continued to listen to music and play ball happily. He wanted to practice more, and next time he played with those foreigners, he would surprise them.

Hehe, no one wants to laugh at me, just wait for my brother to kill everyone!

Tang Xin and Dong Fucai walked to other venues and prepared to have a game.

When both of them were ready, He Min and Cao Lunqing were carrying a big bag of clubs when they were caddies carrying a big bag of clubs, suddenly someone drove a stadium car from a distance.

One person jumped out of the car, it was Chen Luo.

He walked quickly to Tang Xin with a serious expression, holding a satellite phone in his hand, and it was obvious that the call would be encrypted.

"Tang Xin, you must answer this call."

Tang Xin said inexplicably: "Who?"

Chen Luo leaned his head and whispered in his ear: "Prime Minister."

Tang Xin was stunned for a moment, threw the club in his hand back to He Yan, then took the phone from Chen Luo and walked alone to the distance.

"Hello, hello."

Tang Xin thought about it and used the most ordinary opening remarks.

"Is it Tang Xin?"

"I am."

"Hello."

"Hello, hello."

Tang Xin listened to the voice in the receiver, and he couldn't help but feel nervous, but he kept calming himself in his heart.

"Can I call you Xiao Tang?"
To be continued...