Director Zhang is in a good mood, allowing Meng Jiayi to show off in front of me. There will be a time when you lose; previously he lost every time we played golf.
For the past month, he's been diligently practicing, even neglecting his women, all for the day he could beat Meng Jiayi.
Today he did it, and won cleanly and decisively, leaving Meng Jiayi speechless.
"Director Meng, how does it feel? Convinced or not?" Director Zhang looked at Meng Jiayi.
Meng Jiayi's face turned liver-colored, and he replied helplessly: "Of course I'm not convinced, it's normal to have wins and losses." Luckily, there were only Ma Zhen Nan and Yang Fan here, no others to mock him, to witness his embarrassing state.
"Is that so? Let me tell you the truth, Director Meng, even if you played a hundred times, you wouldn't be my match."
Meng Jiayi was so angry he couldn't speak. It was just a fluke that he won once. What's there to be happy about?
