The Road to Slaying God

Except for this pool table, Zhang Yang could not associate these sports equipment with gambling.

Of course, it doesn't matter. What caught Zhang Yang's attention was Mr. Zhou's words, "Choose for yourself!" What does this sentence mean?

Undoubtedly, it is self-confidence, strong self-confidence!

That light tone already revealed a powerful and unparalleled confidence.

There are many geniuses in this world, but compared to the number of human beings, they are too few. Moreover, many geniuses have lost their wisdom due to their living environment. Zhang Yang does not believe that he has met a genius again. This short time In just a few months, Zhang Yang has already met several geniuses.

Zhang Yang’s first recommendation is Lu Fei. Lu Fei is definitely a powerful genius, followed by Redili, and then there is the young killer, Brother Dao, Aze... These are all geniuses, and they each have their own strengths. , their achievements in many fields are unparalleled.

"Do you know Slok?" Wang Yan couldn't help asking cautiously when she saw Zhang Yang frowning and looking at the surrounding environment. Now, she regretted it a little. She was afraid of making Zhang Yang look bad. After all, Zhang Yang's strength was marketing planning, not gambling. .

"I know, but I have never played... Well, Mr. Zhou, can you let me watch a game of billiards? Of course, I need your explanation!" Zhang Yang walked to the table, touched the velvet on the table with his palm and said calmly .

"You haven't beaten Slok?" Mr. Zhou was stunned.

"No."

"You want to learn now?"

"Um!"

"After learning, you want to compete with me?"

"right!"

…

There was a silence in the space. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you without saying anything. They couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Zhang Yang Gourd.

"I've played 8-ball..." Zhang Yang picked up a club and tested the weight, visually inspected the lines with his eyes, and leaned over to observe the angles of several pocket openings.

"8 ball...hahahaha..." Mr. Zhou burst into laughter.

"Hahaha……"

"Ha ha……"

…

Suddenly, everyone around the table burst into laughter. Anyone who has played billiards knows that the 8-ball table is simply not on the same level as the Slok table, and the difficulty is unimaginable.

The 8-ball table is much smaller, and there are fewer balls, only fifteen balls, and the rules are even simpler. No matter how good an 8-ball expert is, he may still be a rookie on Slok's table. It's like A 50kg boxer versus a 90kg boxer is not on the same level at all, and there is no comparison.

"Let's start!" Zhang Yang gently handed the club to Wang Yan.

The laughter suddenly stopped, and everyone was emotionally affected by Zhang Yang's calm expression. Some even began to wonder, is this guy pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?

"Okay, let's start, one hundred in one round!" Wang Yan gritted her teeth.

"Okay!" Mr. Zhou smiled, took the club handed over by someone, and swung it gently, with an extremely graceful movement. The club was as smooth as his body.

Wang Yan took off a white silk scarf around her neck and handed it to Xuelian, then put on special gloves, revealing her graceful figure.

Ladies first, she will be the driver.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang felt that everyone's eyes became brighter... Wang Yan leaned over holding the pole, and the slightly raised hips made people feel a rush of blood. What made people even more nosebleed was that after Wang Yan leaned over, the low The leader's chest reveals a hint of snow-white, and a deep ravine makes people's eyes unable to stop and don't want to leave.

Zhang Yang finally understood why these people wanted to drag Wang Yan here to play billiards.

Zhang Yang had an inexplicable anger, and his originally indifferent face became serious. Of course, no one felt anything. The ones who felt the strongest were Aze and Liu Biao. Even Xue Lian felt the change in Zhang Yang and looked at it. Looking at Wang Yan, she subconsciously touched her chest... In billiards, you can basically tell the difference as soon as you take a shot. In addition, Mr. Zhou didn't seem to have the intention to let go. Wang Yan lost miserably.

At the end of one game, she scored three red balls and was almost completely wiped out.

Mr. Zhou's ball was sharp and accurate. He was not sloppy at all. He did not give Wang Yan the slightest chance. There was no thought of pity at all. From the beginning, he spared no effort to take the most violent offensive.

Soon, Wang Yan lost this round. In this round, Wang Yan lost 10 million, and this 10 million was to let Zhang Yang understand the rules of Slok's game.

The price is very high!

Zhang Yang sighed secretly. In fact, halfway through the game, Zhang Yang had completely understood the rules of Slok's game. Zhang Yang really wanted to replace Wang Yan and finish the second half. Unfortunately, at this time, he was powerless. .

Zhang Yang silently calculated each of Zhou Shao's hitting techniques and the ball's route. In fact, Slok's playing skills were similar to those of 8-ball. The only difference was that the angle was more tricky, the distance was farther, and he paid more attention to stopping the ball. Position, and the obstacles are far beyond the 8-ball. A Slok player with a number can give the opponent the slightest chance. Although the 8-ball can also be done, it is much more difficult. After all, there are only a few balls, except for one. If the pole is clear, it will be difficult to kill the enemy.

In fact, Slok has a very appropriate name: Handicap Billiards.

"Bang!" With a crisp impact, Mr. Zhou hit the last ball.

"How's it going? Do you understand?" Mr. Zhou took the towel handed over by a young man and wiped his hands. He looked at Zhang Yang sincerely, like an old friend for many years.

"clear!"

"Do you want some tricks?" Zhou Shaoshao said with a smile.

"No, come on!" Zhang Yang took the club from Wang Yan. At this time, Wang Yan's eyes were a little dazed. She didn't know what she was thinking. She was probably regretting it.

Zhang Yang was already sure that Wang Yan lost a lot of money on billiards. As for Wang Yan's poor skills and such a big bet, Zhang Yang was a little confused.

It wasn't until the man in a suit handed Wang Yan a thin coat that Wang Yan woke up, and those eyes that had been staying on Wang Yan reluctantly left.

Zhang Yang had the urge to kill someone.

"I'll shoot!" Zhang Yanghao was not modest, and he didn't wear gloves. He liked the feeling of the contact between his skin and the club. That moment of hitting could produce a kind of venting pleasure.

"Bang!" This shot was driven very poorly and didn't go in. Obviously, Zhang Yang couldn't find the feeling for this first shot.

Mr. Zhou smiled softly. He did not hit the ball immediately. A pair of bright eyes looked around, as if waiting for something.

"I bet 100,000, and Zhang Yang wins!" Li Tiexiang, who was sitting and watching from a distance, suddenly said.

"I also want one hundred thousand, Zhang Yang wins!" It was the tall young man who spoke.

"I'll give you...50,000. Zhang Yang will win!" The young man who spoke was the clay sculpture.

…

One after another, the young people who started drinking with Zhang Yang placed bets, most of which were 100,000, and a few were 50,000.

Liu Biao couldn't help but feel a little frightened when he heard the bet of tens of thousands. He had never thought that he could win or lose hundreds of thousands by betting on Slok. Just now, when Wang Yan lost ten million, they thought it was because Wang Yan was acting on his own initiative. But now they realize that, That's not the case at all, because these people are very ordinary and natural when they bet. Obviously, they bet often.

"One hundred thousand... When did Mr. Li become so cautious?" Mr. Zhou laughed.

"With the financial crisis, it's hard to make money." Li Tiexiang took a sip of wine and said calmly, as if he didn't want to talk to Zhou Shao more.

"It's hard to make money?" Mr. Zhou said with a surprised look on his face: "Master Li's world is full of money. When will it become hard to make money? It seems that I have to go to more places to spend money, otherwise, I won't be able to make money." I know the market situation.”

"Thank you!" Li Tiexiang said coldly.

"Whoever else places a bet, I will take it on Monday!" Mr. Zhou didn't care about Li Tiexiang's indifference, and looked around and said.

"Me!" Liu Biao suddenly walked to the table, took off the necklaces and bracelets from his neck and wrists and placed them on the table.

"Ah..." Mr. Zhou stared at the pile of gold objects with wide eyes. Not only him, but others were also stunned.

"And mine!" Aze also walked over and slowly placed the jewelry on the edge of the table.

"My two hundred still counts!" Wang Yan gritted her teeth and said before leaving the table. She and Xue Lian sat on the sofa not far from the wine cabinet. It was at least thirty meters away from the table. From a long distance, it was obvious that Wang Yan didn't have much hope in winning or losing this game. She was very disappointed with Zhang Yang's opening shot just now, so she just turned a blind eye.

"Okay, it's time to start!" Mr. Zhou gently lifted the pole, wiped it with a towel, and walked to the side of the white ball.

"Slow down!" Zhang Yang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly pressed down on Mr. Zhou's club.

"Don't touch my club!" Mr. Zhou frowned and looked at Zhang Yang's hand on the club, his originally kind face turned cold.

"I want to ask, I lost 20 million from Miss Wang, and some casual bets of nearly 2 million, plus the jewelry and gold items of my two brothers. If you lose, what do you have for me?" Zhang Yang His hands did not loosen, and his eyes stared at Mr. Zhou closely.

(To be continued)