Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

"No more hitting, brother, please let me go."

The game hadn't been going on for long when the abused rich second generation collapsed to the ground in sweat, threw his racket aside, gasped and looked up at the sky with a dull look in his eyes, as if he would die of exhaustion if he moved again.

Across the net, Jiang Que snorted in boredom, turned his racket and went to the rest area, took a bottle of water and sat next to Song Yuan. He drank the water, then took the towel hanging around Song Yuan's neck to wipe his sweat.

After wiping it, he didn't return it to Song Yuan, but threw it aside.

Jiang Que had just finished exercising and was very hot. When he got closer to him, Song Yuan also felt hot.

They were playing basketball, and Song Yuan sat in the rest area with them the whole time. He didn't understand why Jiang Que brought him here. Instead of having this much time, wouldn't it be better for him to go back and get some more sleep? His waist was sore from sitting so much.

The rich second generation lies on the court to rest.

Jiang Que sat aside and took off his headband to release his forehead. A breeze blew and he felt a lot cooler instantly.

Perhaps she saw the doubt in Song Yuan's eyes, so she put the hairband and Song Yuan's towel together and said slowly: "Look around, is there anything different from when we came here just now."

Hearing this, Song Yuan glanced around and frowned: "There are too many people."

When they first arrived, there were only a few people playing in the venue. Now there are a lot more amateurs in the surrounding venues, and most of the attention is focused on them, which is very strange.

Seeing his discovery, Jiang Que nodded to indicate that he was right: "Do you still remember the old city area in the west?"

Song Yuan looked back at him: "I remember, what's wrong?"

He had heard that they were going to make a plan before he went bankrupt, but after several years of planning, no results were achieved. After he went bankrupt, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Jiang Que met his gaze, then looked away: "My brother bought the land over there and wants to build a large entertainment venue. The tender is currently being issued. My brother and I want a title of person in charge."

"Your small, broken company is just starting out, and you need connections. These people can't use my brother's connections, so they come to me, a useless rich second-generation who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. But I've seen all kinds of good things."

Jiang Que smiled, put his arm around Song Yuan's waist and brought him closer to himself, pressing his palm on his sore waist from time to time.

Amid the strange looks from the people around him, Jiang Que slowly lowered his head, leaned close to Song Yuan's ear, rubbed his earlobe, and said ambiguously: "Guess, if they can't handle me, will they start with you?"

A newly started company, the legal person is Jiang Que, and he seems to have a special relationship with Song Yuan. Song Yuan is a bankrupt president who is penniless and heavily in debt, so it is easiest to start with him.

and so……

This guy brought him here to play basketball just to show him around and let these people know that they have a special relationship.

After that, this group of people approached him by currying his favor, and the company's business came.

Song Yuan's eyes lit up, and he looked at those old men as if they were walking RMB. His waist and legs no longer hurt, and he kept talking to Jiang Que, giving the illusion that they had a good relationship.

The second-generation rich man asked Jiang Que out to play basketball because his family wanted to know the inside information about the bidding. As a result, he was beaten and almost died of exhaustion on the court.

After finally having a good rest, the rich second generation was not convinced. Seeing that Song Yuan had been sitting in the rest area, he became more active.

I've never heard that Song Yuan can play tennis before.

If he can’t beat Jiang Que, can he still beat Song Yuan?

The second-generation rich man stood up and swung his racket over, saying, "Song Yuan, what's the point of just sitting there? Come on, play a round."

Song Yuan, who was suddenly called, looked up at him. Before he could refuse, Jiang Que picked up the racket again, grabbed the collar of the rich second generation and dragged him away: "He is not feeling well, I will play with you"

The rich second generation who was dragged away opened his eyes wide, as if the sky was falling.