He, this butterfly, had not yet entered Company Name, but unknowingly he had already changed the fates of many people.

Take, for example, the current Managing Director of Company Name, Qu Zhonghui. Before the acquisition was even complete, he no longer had a position at Company Name; that spot was reserved by Chen Cheng for Zhao Hui.

And then there’s the male lead, Sun Yiqiu—is there still a possibility for him to enter Company Name?

That remains a big question mark.

In any case, Chen Cheng had never thought about going out of his way to find this male lead if he didn't appear on his own.

He certainly wouldn't waste his own resources to train a top-tier newbie who couldn't even use a printer.

Not long after, Karen called back.

"Boss, Chris has scheduled a tennis match with a friend this afternoon at Court 8 of the Fenade Club."

"Alright, I got it."

Hanging up the phone, Chen Cheng called Gao Yue, "Help me prepare a set of tennis gear, have it ready before two o'clock."

"Understood, Chairman Chen."

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow, "Help me hire a secretary."

Chen Cheng was still planning to hire a secretary. His miscellaneous tasks were currently being handled by either Karen or Gao Yue.

Although Karen was very suitable and did a great job, it was a waste of her talents to have her do this, and it didn't align with Chen Cheng's interests.

It was better for Karen to continue her information gathering work systematically.

As for Gao Yue, she would certainly be happy to help her boss handle personal matters, but Chen Cheng did not want someone who held too much information and power to hold multiple positions.

This did not align with the pursuit of company stability.

In the afternoon, Chen Cheng appeared at the tennis court wearing a white tennis polo shirt and white quick-dry shorts.

Eleven followed behind him, carrying the tennis bag.

Walking into Court 8, Chris, who was hitting with his coach, noticed the arrival.

Chen Cheng waved to greet him, then sat on the bench, observing the third-generation heir on the court who was even younger than himself.

Born into wealth, a graduate of a prestigious university, he seemed hedonistic, but in reality, he was truly someone who played the pig to eat the tiger.

Even the current Managing Director of Company Name, Qu Zhonghui, was quite wary of this "Prince."

Withdrawing his gaze, Chen Cheng began to stretch; he hadn't played tennis for a while.

Eleven put down the tennis bag and stood respectfully to the side.

After warming up, Chen Cheng took a racket out of the bag, a Pro Staff V13.

When it comes to rackets, as long as it feels right in your hand, that's all that matters; whether it's expensive or not isn't really that important.

He took a ball and started practicing bouncing it; having not played for a long time, this was a way to find his feel for the game.

Before long, Chris finished a set and came off the court to rest, walking over with a smile on his face.

Chris extended his hand to Chen Cheng with a smile, "I didn't expect to meet the famous Chairman Chen under these circumstances."

Chen Cheng naturally returned the smile, "Aren't things in this world often unexpected?"

Chris smiled, "That is indeed true."

The two sat side by side on the bench, and Eleven very tactfully handed them water.

"Thank you," Chris said with a smile, thanking Eleven.

Eleven nodded faintly and returned to the spot where she had been standing.

"Let's get straight to the point, shall we?" Chen Cheng took a sip of water and said calmly.

"Sure, I like straightforward people."

"700 million, Company Name will own 100% of Company Name, and Company Name's past projects will also remain 100% with Company Name."

Chris didn't agree immediately; he pondered for a moment, then the corners of his mouth lifted, "How about this? I see Chairman Chen brought a tennis bag. How about Chairman Chen plays a set with me?"

A hedonistic smile appeared on Chris's face, "Chairman Chen, if you can beat me, then Company Name will be yours."

Chen Cheng smiled, nodded faintly, and said, "Sure."

He knew his offer had already met this third-generation heir's psychological expectations.

Whether he won or lost this match, Company Name would belong to Company Name.

He couldn't possibly lose this match, because Chris would find a way to let him win.

Unfortunately, Chris still underestimated Scum Cheng.

Chen Cheng retied his shoelaces and walked to the other side of the court.

"Want to rally?"

Chen Cheng nodded, "Of course. I haven't played in a long time; Mr. Jun might end up picking up balls."

Chris smiled faintly and didn't speak; he was quite confident in his own skill level.

After all, he had been playing since he was a child for nearly twenty years.

However, as they rallied, Chris's expression changed.

With a serious expression, he carefully observed every return shot from Chen Cheng.

This guy's returns were truly steady; every landing spot was within a half-meter range, and the ball speed was getting faster and faster.

Chris even tried intentionally hitting a lob, but it was easily neutralized by Chen Cheng.

After playing for a while, Chen Cheng felt it was enough; he waved his hand, "Let's start."

Chris's coach acted as the referee.

Standing on the other side of the net, Chris shouted, "No need to toss for serve, Chairman Chen serves first."

Chen Cheng smiled and didn't refuse.

Standing at the service line, he closed his eyes for two seconds, recalling Djokovic's wide serve to the deuce court.

Bouncing the ball, tossing it, leaning back, swinging the racket—it was all done in one fluid motion.

With a 'bong' sound, the flat serve landed accurately on the baseline of the deuce court's outer corner.

Chris's eyes widened, and he looked up at the radar gun on the opposite side.

[170KM/H]

Damn.

"Fifteen-love," the referee's voice rang out in the quiet air.

Tennis scoring was originally based on clock increments, with each point being fifteen, and winning four points with a lead of at least two wins the game.

"Love" represents 0, meaning no points scored.

Chen Cheng's mouth curled slightly; having not played for a while, his ball speed had dropped.

When he was in Angel City, he had blasted a super-serve of 130 miles per hour, which is 210 KM/H.

On average, his first serve could hit 150 KM/H. This speed wasn't outstanding among professional players, but among amateur players, he was definitely a top-tier player.

Switching to the ad court, Chen Cheng didn't hit as fast; the ball speed dropped to 150.

Chris clearly hadn't reacted to that previous shot.

If he hit four aces to win this game, Chris probably wouldn't look too happy.

Sure enough, being prepared, Chris received this serve to the outer corner of the ad court.

The moment Chris returned the backhand, Chen Cheng chose to rush forward, striding towards the ball.

Chen Cheng didn't wait for the ball to bounce; he jumped into the air and swung his forehand with force.

With a 'bong' sound, the ball landed on the outer corner of the deuce court; Chris wanted to run, but it was too late.

[Thirty-love]

Chris was stunned. This volley? Monfils?

Looking at Chen Cheng, Chris smiled somewhat helplessly.

With two balls, he could already see the gap; the guy on the other side was much better than him.

In the domestic environment where tennis talent was scarce, he could at least make the team.

For the third ball, Chen Cheng was much gentler, using a second serve instead of a first serve.

For a second serve, most people choose to lower the speed to ensure the ball clears the net, then add some spin to increase the difficulty for the opponent to return.

He was also slowly adapting to his opponent.

After slowly testing Chris's true level, the two gradually started to have a back-and-forth rally.

After Chen Cheng led 5 to 4, he hit four return aces to win the tenth game, taking the set with a score of 6:4.

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