Then he looked at the numbers displayed on the display and complained to William, "William, I promise that when I play any sports-related activities with you in the future, I will bet no more than one dollar."

William rolled his eyes at him, handed the club to the caddy, pulled Daddario, who took the initiative to extend his hand, and waved to the audience towards the fairway.

With this 477-yard super strike, even Stark lost all intention of hitting the ball again and followed William as he walked to the ball.

I deliberately waited for a few minutes for the spectators who wanted to take a detour, and then, with everyone watching, I gestured to drive the ball towards the green.

Seeing that the ball entered the green as expected, the people present cheered excitedly again, looking forward to seeing if William could make an eagle two strokes below par.

When William made a two-meter putt and scored, Obadie said directly to everyone, "Forget it, let's just watch him play.

If William can still score below par on the next hole, I plan to give in immediately."

Others could easily accept this suggestion, so everyone couldn't help but look at Stark.

Stark, with a dark face, would have wanted to leave the stadium directly and go back to Las Vegas to play some games to relieve his depression if he wasn't afraid of being told that he couldn't afford to lose.

"It's not like I can't afford to lose. Of course I don't want to waste any more time." After saying this, an idea flashed through his mind and he immediately said, "However, I think it's best to finish eighteen holes."

Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Stark smiled and said, "If William's results are outstanding, then not only the entertainment media will report on it tomorrow, but also the sports media will write a lot about it.

Moreover, there will probably be many articles in the news that during the Stark Group’s shareholders’ meeting, accompanied by all shareholders,

Reports about Mr. William Devonshire, who is also a shareholder of the Stark Group, and set records at the Falls Stadium as an amateur."

"Haha", Obadiah and others knew as soon as they heard that this was an excellent free advertisement, "Let's go, guys, William is our spokesperson now.

Seeing as we can save tens of millions of advertising dollars, no matter how embarrassing we are, we still have to play eighteen holes with him."

"Hahaha, yes, this can be considered as recovering some of our bet losses."

"The game is not over yet. Unless William admits defeat, he will have to play eighteen holes with us."

William shrugged helplessly. He had already thought of this when he deliberately waited for reporters and audiences, just for the sake of greater visibility.

Of course, if he wants to finish 72, his mood will definitely be different than if he is being plotted to finish, and who said he has to finish 18 holes.

"Dear," Daddario, who was holding William's arm, suddenly said in his ear, "Actually, you don't have to play all the lanes. You only need to win ten of the eighteen lanes, and you don't have to play the rest.

beated".

"That's right, haha." William lowered his head and kissed Daddario's mouth a few times, but then he thought again that things didn't seem to work out that way.

Since you have spent so much time and energy playing all ten fairways, the sensation you can get from playing only ten fairways is completely different from playing all eighteen fairways.

What people care more about is a complete result, rather than doing half and leaving half.

They are all adults, and what ultimately matters is whether it is beneficial to themselves, so of course it is the lesser of two evils. Compared with the influence that can be obtained, Stark's little calculation is not worth mentioning.
Chapter completed!