After a conversation with Chen Wentao, Zhou Wang, who had started to form some initial ideas, felt increasingly cheerful and sincerely thanked Chen Wentao.
"Hearing you talk is better than reading ten books!"
"Haha, Mr. Zhou, you really have a sense of humor. What I said might not be entirely accurate, just for your reference!"
Chen Wentao waved his hand and then invited, "How about it, Mr. Zhou, want to take a shot?"
"I don't really know how, forget it, Mr. Chen, you go and compete with Ms. Xie, I see she's been waiting for you a long time."
Zhou Wang declined.
"Mr. Zhou, you must be joking, with your demeanor, you look like you grew up in luxury. How could you not know how to play golf?"
Chen Wentao truly couldn't believe it.
"It depends on the kind of golf. This kind, I really don't know..."
Zhou Wang honestly shook his head.
