He first bent down to check his shiny leather shoes, then took the club from Li Jing's hand, rubbing his fingers back and forth over the anti-slip grooves on the shaft, imparting his instructions: "President Li, hitting the ball requires alignment."
He turned sideways to demonstrate, the tense shoulder muscles under his dark gray golf shirt shifting with his movements, "The shoulders should be like drawn bowstrings, knees slightly bent as the center of gravity sinks, remember..."
Suddenly, he turned around, his gaze sweeping over Huang Qin's exquisite profile, his voice involuntarily raised, "The moment of impact should be like a cheetah pouncing, swiveling the hips to drive the arms, concentrating the whole body's strength at the clubhead."
After finishing the demonstration, Zhang Qiang handed the club back to Li Jing and stepped back half a pace:
"Practice a few more times to get the feel, President Huang and I will watch over you."
