158: Chapter 159 Is this really your first time playing?

The motorcade arrived at the golf course, where the environment was serene and the grass was as green as a carpet.

Wang Congcong was clearly a regular here; the manager had long been waiting at the entrance in person, enthusiastically leading them to a private practice area with an accompanying VIP lounge.

"President Jiang, ladies, don't worry about the equipment." Wang Congcong waved his hand generously and instructed the manager, "Get the best full sets of equipment for these ladies and President Jiang." The manager nodded repeatedly, taking note.

This expense was a mere drop in the bucket for Wang Congcong, but his thoughtfulness and generosity still made the ladies feel quite appreciated.

Da Mimi smiled and said, "Then thank you in advance for the expense, Principal Wang. Next time you have the chance to come to Shanghai, you must give us a chance to play host and return the favor."

The other ladies also chimed in with smiles.

This was the way of interacting in their circle; reciprocity, give and take, was how relationships were maintained.

Soon, brand-new clubs, gloves, golf balls, and other gear were delivered to everyone, and the caddies were ready.

Wang Congcong picked up a club and asked Jiang Jing with a smile, "President Jiang, do you play this often?"

Jiang Jing took a driver, weighed it in his hand, and shook his head very straightforwardly: "I've never played before; this is my first time."

If it were someone else in front of Wang Congcong admitting they didn't know how to play this "aristocratic sport," it might seem a bit timid or awkward, and might even earn a silent judgment of "bumpkin" from Principal Wang.

But at this moment, there was not a trace of contempt on Wang Congcong's face; instead, his smile grew, and his tone was filled with understanding and admiration:

"That's normal, totally normal! President Jiang, you are busy with a thousand tasks every day; your time is spent expanding your business empire and researching high-tech products, so how could you have the leisure to play these trivial games?"

"To be honest, I don't actually play much either. It's just that back when I was following my old man around to gain some experience, I was forced to learn the basics, so I can barely get by."

He said this extremely well; it gave Jiang Jing a way out, cleverly praised Jiang Jing's career focus, and took the opportunity to be humble, without making anyone feel like he was showing off.

This is the privilege brought by money and status—you don't know how? No problem, someone will naturally find a good excuse for you and interpret your "inability" as "being busy with more important matters."

Jiang Jing heard this and smiled. He certainly understood the nuances, but he didn't point them out.

"Come, come, since none of us have really played much, I'll teach you what I know. Let me briefly explain the rules and the most basic swing posture. The important thing is participating and having fun."

Wang Congcong enthusiastically turned into a temporary coach, began explaining the basic rules of golf, and then picked up a club to demonstrate.

"Watch closely. It's mainly about using your waist and abdomen to generate power, which then drives your arms, like this... turn... swing... maintain balance..." As he spoke, he performed a reasonably standard swing. The ball flew out, and the landing spot was decent.

"That's about it. Everyone, give it a try and get a feel for it."

Upon hearing this, the actresses curiously picked up their clubs and began to imitate him.

Leng Ba's posture was stiff, looking like she was chopping wood. With one swing, a large chunk of turf flew up, but the ball didn't move.

Nazha's movements were graceful, but her power application was wrong, and the ball rolled softly for a few meters.

Zhu Xudan and Li Xibing were even more flustered; they could barely hold onto their clubs, and their movements were funny and cute.

Da Mimi and Tong Liya were slightly better, but their movements were clearly unpracticed, and the balls flew crookedly.

The practice area was immediately filled with silver-bell-like laughter and annoyed, coquettish exclamations. The scene was very pleasing to the eye, but also full of the clumsiness of beginners.

Wang Congcong watched from the side, smiling and offering encouragement: "Not bad, not bad. It's like this at the beginning; just practice a few more times and it'll be fine..."

Before he finished speaking, his gaze turned to Jiang Jing beside him, and he instantly froze. His mouth slightly opened, and the rest of his words were stuck in his throat.

Jiang Jing was standing casually in the teeing area, holding a driver with one hand—a heavy club that usually required both hands to hold firmly, yet in his hand, it was as light as a chopstick.

He didn't carefully adjust his stance or repeatedly measure things like Wang Congcong; he just glanced casually at the green in the distance.

Then, his body was like a fully drawn powerful bow; the mobilization of every joint and every muscle was filled with a fluid and explosive sense of power!

That movement was not at all the standard posture from golf tutorials, yet it contained a nearly perfect principle of force application, as if it were a casual strike from a martial arts master!

Swoosh—Bang!!!

The moment the club swung, it actually produced a clearly audible, extremely brief, sharp sound of breaking the air—a sonic boom!

That little white ball was like it had been fired from a cannon, soaring into the sky in a nearly perfect trajectory, instantly turning into a tiny white dot, and speeding toward the very distant destination at an astonishing speed!

The entire practice area seemed to go quiet for a moment.

Wang Congcong was dumbfounded, completely unaware that the club in his hand had dropped onto the grass with a clatter.

The actresses who were struggling with their clubs were also attracted by the strange sound and the terrifying speed of the ball, each covering their mouths in surprise.

Even the caddies and the manager in the distance were dumbfounded, rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

"...F...Fuck..." It took a while for Wang Congcong to find his voice, and he blurted out an expletive. He walked quickly to Jiang Jing's side, looking in the direction where the ball had long disappeared, and asked stutteringly: "Pr...President Jiang... are... are you really playing golf for the first time?!"

Jiang Jing casually rested the club on the ground, his expression still calm, as if he had just done a trivial thing: "Yeah, it really is my first time. This sport... the force application technique is actually quite simple."

Wang Congcong: "..."

The ladies: "..."

Force application... simple?! And it can f*cking produce a sonic boom?! You call this your first time playing?!

Wang Congcong looked at Jiang Jing's relaxed and at-ease appearance, then recalled his own "amateur" demonstration just now, and suddenly felt his face burning.