Awakening: 73-afternoon tea

After having a hearty lunch, members of each family drank afternoon tea while chatting.

Zheng Zhi lacks interest in this kind of boring family gathering. If he can choose, he would rather take a nap.

Amis was sitting mentally next to him watching TV. It seems that after the child cried, his mood improved a lot.

Rolando talks to Aileline and two other young people, maybe a common problem of businessmen. When talking, it naturally turns to business.

On the other hand, the young man named Dima seemed interested in Zheng Zhi. Inadvertently asked him some seemingly insignificant questions while chatting. Zhengzhi is already a human being, so naturally he can't leak.

When the people on their side were talking, Adams sitting on the other side waited for seven or eight young people to suddenly stand up and walk out.

"Brother, Adams, they want to play billiards. I wonder if you are interested?" The gentle and elegant Mayfield came over and said to Rolando.

"Billiards? I haven't played in a long time. Do you guys want to check it out?" Rolando stood up with interest.

A few young men stood up without comment.

"Lei Yin, you go too," Aileline told him.

Zhengzhi nodded, and stood up.

After seeing Zhengzhi going out, Amis immediately ran over and grabbed his corner.

"Little ghost, have you seen anyone play billiards?" Zheng Zhi asked as he walked.

The little girl didn't say anything, just looked at him dumbfounded.

Zhengzhi smiled, and pressed her little face to go outside.

Following those people to the east of the mansion, I saw two large tables in a large room. There is also a flying target on the wall near the table. And in the inner corner there is a bar full of wine bottles.

The whole room is furnished like a typical high-end bar.

Zhengzhi guessed that this should be the legacy of Rolando's father, Slaughter Dai Fei, otherwise, with Rolando's overly serious character, there should be no such leisurely ambitions.

Like the high society in Britain, if you play billiards, few people in the upper society in Switzerland will choose American pool. The general choice is snooker.

The dozen or so people who went there were divided into two groups, each occupying a pool table.

In high society, nothing is accidental. Even this simple grouping can clearly see the difference.

The three brothers Rolando, Dima, and two other young people who stood in front of each other at the funeral were naturally gathered together. Needless to say, these people are all well-known members of the family regardless of their status and wealth.

On the other table, there are young people who are far below them in these respects.

Because she was a close friend and aide assistant of the former homeowner Mondzor, Ariel was also assigned to their group of Rolando.

But you can see that Adams is a good player. Not long after the start, he even scored a few **** to lead Meffe and Dima nearly fifty degrees. Seeing her boyfriend playing so well, the blonde beauty kept clapping her hands to applaud.

"It doesn't make sense to play like this, should we bet?" Adams said next when it was his turn to hit the ball.

"How much do you want?" Dima asked with a smile.

"What was it like for a hundred Swiss francs at a time?" Adams said gracefully after taking a sip of red wine.

"I have no opinion," Dima said with a shrug.

"Meffey, how about you?" Adams looked at his brother.

"No problem." Wen Jing's youth nodded.

Rolando isn't surprised by this kind of thing, and doesn't say anything about it.

After about half an hour, the two games are over and the winner is Adams. Quite awesome game attracted a lot of people to watch.

After taking the check from Meffey and Dima, he looked very proud, hugged the blonde and kissed him.

"Let's play another round," Adams said with a smile.

"I want to take a break. Who would you like to come to?" Dima asked several other youths.

Seeing no one coming out, Adams was even more proud, looking around, he locked his eyes on the Asian teenager who was drinking alcohol very leisurely.

"Mr. Lei Yin, are you interested in a game?" Adams said to the boy two steps before.

"I don't play well." Zheng Zhi said with a smile.

"It's okay, I will show mercy to my men." Adams' words made the blonde laugh slightly.

Zhengzhi smiled, put down his glass, "All right, please be merciful."

When Zhengzhi chose the club, Adams said to him, "Mr. Lei Yin, let's place a bet. This will stimulate it a bit."

"Okay, how much do you want?" Zheng Zhi turned to look at him.

"What happened to one thousand Swiss francs?" Adams said.

"Adams, your bet is too big." Roland frowned at his words.

"Brother, this is a game between me and Mr. Lei Yin. He hasn't spoken yet. How do you know he doesn't agree?" Adams said with a smile.

Rolando's eyes flashed with anger, and he turned to Zheng Zhi and said, "Mr. Lei Yin, you are a guest, you don't have to bet."

"In fact, it doesn't matter if you place some bets, once was a thousand Swiss francs? No problem, I accept." To the surprise of the two brothers, Zheng Zhi agreed.

"Let's get started, Mr. Rayin." Compared to Rolando's dissatisfaction, Adams's face showed a proud look.

Zhengzhi nodded after picking a club.

"Mr. Lei Yin is a guest, please start first." Adams gestured please.

"I'm welcome." Zheng Zhi walked to the front of the table, then bent down and looked at the cue ball in an extremely lay posture.

Seeing him like this, many people couldn't help laughing, but just didn't laugh.

Eileen also felt very puzzled. Looking at Zhengzhi ’s position, she was obviously a layman, but why would she agree to bet?

"Pop!" With a soft sound, Zheng Zhi hit the ball out. Although the force is quite large, but he has not scored a ball.

Zhengzhi looked a little strangely, looked at the club, and then looked at the ball on the table again, showing a somewhat confused look.

"It seems Mr. Lei Yin is not very lucky." Adams said with a smile.

"I think so too, because usually the first shot is played with a balloon." Mayfield said on behalf of Zheng Zhi.

Those who are watching also know that the first ball is a dribble balloon, but the ball is obviously too strong, and the teenager's stance is really funny.

Adams walked around him to the table, and then aimed at a very elegant but very elegant gesture from Zheng Zhi's movement.

A series of three strokes, Adams successfully hit three **** into the pocket. He glanced back at Zhengzhi with a bit of pride, but found that he didn't even watch himself playing at all, anyway, he was watching the club intently.

Geek! Adams cursed in his heart, then continued to bend down to hit the ball.

On the fifth goal, Adams played a little harder, but the goal was not scored. However, he was not dissatisfied with this result. After all, the opponent was a layman, so it didn't matter that he was given two or three more chances.

"Mr. Lei Yin, it's your turn." Mayfield kindly reminded Zheng Shi who was still watching the club tightly.

"I see, thank you." Zheng Zhi stood up and walked to the table.

It's still the ugly pose that makes people laugh. Asian teenagers aim at a red ball but don't hit it for a long time.

Just when Adams was about to make a sarcastic sentence, the boy finally hit the ball.

The white cue ball rolls slowly. When everyone thought the ball would stop because of lack of strength, the ball slowly rolled towards the red ball.

"Pop" a slight impact, the red ball was hit by the cue ball, and then rolled all the way to the bag mouth, and thus rolled into the bag mouth.

Everyone scolded "shit luck" in their hearts, Adams looked even more indifferent.

Next, the boy went to the other direction of the table, bent over, aimed, and hit the ball. After completing these three actions, he hit another colorful ball.

Everyone can't help but sigh that this guy's luck is indeed good.

However, when the third red ball was hit into the mouth of the bag, Adams' eyes looked wary.

Then the fourth and fifth, when the sixth consecutive colored ball was hit into the bag, no one dared to laugh again. Everyone couldn't believe it, watching the teenagers constantly sweeping the ball on the table into the bag with that ugly hitting posture.

When the fourth ball is hit, the teenager has reached the point where he can take a casual look, and every time he takes a shot, he must get into the bag. Later, with the exception of Adams, everyone was fascinated by the teenager's personal performance. There were even a few of them that seemed almost impossible to reach, but the teenagers got into the bag as easily as they did magic.

For a while, the room was filled with enthusiastic applause.

"Mr. Lei Yin, this is your bet." After this round, Adams handed a check to Zheng Zhi.

"I haven't played for a long time, and it feels a bit rusty. So I said at the beginning that it didn't play well." Zheng Zhi said as he put the check in his pocket. Zheng Zhi didn't lie to him. He hasn't played with it for nearly 30 years.

"Mr. Lei Yin is polite. I did not expect Your Excellency is a master of billiards." Adams said in a weird tone.

"Masters don't dare to be treated, just a little stronger than some laymen. If there is nothing else, I will be unaccompanied." After that, Zhengzhi turned and walked out of the room.

Adams looked at Zheng Zhi's back with very vicious eyes, and squeezed his hands and fists tightly to white.