Chapter 1102 Sick

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It may be that the shot on the 16th hole ruined his character. Yang Cheng made several low-level mistakes in the next few holes, and was finally caught up by Peter Flor. Both of them tied for the first place with a score of 74 one.

When returning to the reception manor by car, the two 'championship' winners were in the same car, and Peter joked, "Jason, are you being humble on purpose? The last few holes are out of standard."

Yang Cheng himself was also very helpless, especially in the 17th building. He failed to send the ball into the hole after several putts, and he was so angry that he almost broke his club.

"Congratulations, Peter. Even with a score of 74 in the professional arena, you can still get a good ranking." Yang Cheng said against his will.

Peter was not without complacency, "Maybe your luck was taken away by me. I play the course at Cypress Point several times a year, but today is my best game. I also want to thank you. There is no good course." Opponents, it is difficult to inspire the best state."

Yang Cheng didn't bother to talk about this, since it wasn't a regular game anyway, he didn't have that much determination to win, although the last few shots were really embarrassing.

The breeze was blowing, and it was very comfortable to blow on the face. Peter Flor suddenly changed the subject and asked, "How are you talking about the matter with Hamilton?"

Yang Cheng was slightly surprised, "You know what we're talking about?"

Flor shrugged, "I put hundreds of millions of dollars in the Blackstone Group, which can be regarded as their major client. Before you came, I chatted with Hamilton for a while, and he said that you are going to acquire the Hilton Group."

Yang Cheng didn't try to explain, but said vaguely, "I have this intention~"

Flor changed his posture, and his gaze drifted into the distance, "How about counting me in?"

Yang Cheng didn't react for a while, she was stunned for a long time, and asked, "Are you also interested in Hilton Group?"

Flor nodded with a smile, "The energy business is getting worse and worse. Oil and gas can't compete with EssenMobil, and power generation can't win against General Electric. These two companies have put pressure on me recently. I can't hold it anymore. I Thinking that I’m getting older anyway, it’s not bad to take the opportunity to cash out and make some money.”

Yang Cheng took advantage of the situation, "Then invest in a stable company brand, and live a leisurely retirement life in the future?"

"That's right, the Hilton Group happens to be one of my targets." Flor affirmed.

Yang Cheng was thoughtful, and being suppressed by the two giants of Essen Mobil and General Electric at the same time, one could imagine how difficult Flor's life was. Under such circumstances, he was still in the mood to play golf. The ability to resist stress is worth learning from Yang Cheng.

But sympathy is sympathy, he is not going to cultivate a competitor for himself, so he tentatively asked, "Peter, are you going to take the controlling stake?"

Unexpectedly, Flor shook his head quickly, "How is that possible? I'm not interested in running another group company. I just need to be a minority shareholder with the right to speak. The key is that I don't have that much money to control Hilton."

Flor's self-mockery did not lower Yang Cheng's vigilance. As far as he knows, the strength of Texas Energy Group is quite good. Keep an eye on it.

If he remembers correctly, this energy company located in Texas has a market value of more than 10 billion US dollars. It not only owns several large oil fields in Texas, but also natural gas transportation pipelines and wind power plants. In the daily life of people in Texas, the profits of this energy company have always been very stable. As the chairman of the board of directors of the energy company, Flor holds more than 10% of the shares, so it is not a big problem to cash out 1 billion to 2 billion.

Based on this calculation, it seems that Peter Flor's strength is not weaker than his own, and this is troublesome.

Many variables have been added out of thin air.

Peter saw a clue from Yang Cheng's gradually dignified face, and comforted him with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't compete with you for the position of the first shareholder, I'm not interested."

Yang Cheng blinked. He would not reveal his true intentions. As for Flor's fight for the right to speak, he didn't care about it. Anyway, the shares would be transferred to the Ito family as soon as they got the shares. What's the love between them? No matter how you fight, it has nothing to do with him.

For a while, Yang Cheng didn't know what to say, so she excused herself first and waited to see how things progressed.

After returning to the manor, Peter Flor declared that he wanted to treat guests, and he naturally wanted to show that he got good grades. He and Yang Cheng evenly split the betting money, but they can't buy a bottle of good wine. Everyone is not short of this little money. Nobody has an opinion.

After dinner, Yang Cheng and Ruiz took the opportunity to go back to New York directly. It can be said that this trip was wasted, and no substantive things were discussed at all, which made Yang Cheng very depressed.

Returning from the warm and spring-like California to the icy and snowy New York, the sudden change in temperature, coupled with the unsatisfactory heart, Yang Cheng actually contracted the wind and cold, the nose kept running, and before going to bed, he developed a high fever without accident. .

Old John called a private doctor and gave Yang Cheng an injection of antipyretics, but the effect was not very good, but it played a role in sleeping, and he fell into a deep sleep.

However, Yang Cheng didn't sleep well that night. Although the fever subsided in the second half of the night, he always felt that there was a fire in his body burning his heart. Old John arranged for a maid to wait by Yang Cheng's side in shifts to help with the medicine. Wiping his body with cold water to cool down did not make the condition worse. By the next morning, the fever had completely subsided, but the sequelae of the cold were still affecting his mental state.

Putting on thick pajamas and going down to the living room, Liu Yun didn't go to work, and asked with concern, "How is it? Do you want to call the doctor again?"

Yang Cheng was sluggish, but she didn't want to worry her mother too much, so she cheered up and shook her head, "No, it's much better, just take some medicine and you'll be fine."

Liu Yun sighed, didn't say much, and ordered Old John to bring over a bowl of chicken porridge that had been simmering on the fire.

I didn't have much appetite at first, but my mother couldn't let her down, so I had to force myself to eat a bowl, and then no matter what Liu Yun said, I didn't eat it.

"Your child is the same. When you are in good health, you are as strong as a cow. You have not sneezed for several years, but this disease is violent." Liu Yun is a typical knife-mouthed bean curd heart, obviously impatient. , but still complaining.

Yang Cheng lay on the sofa, half-lifting her eyelids, and smiled wryly, "Mom, you should go to work, I'm fine, won't Old John take care of me?"

Old John, who was waiting by the side, echoed, "Yes ma'am, I'm here, and Jason's fever has subsided, so there shouldn't be any major problems."

Liu Yun glared at Yang Cheng angrily, "Don't talk nonsense, I don't need you to order me to go to work or not."

Yang Cheng was speechless, too lazy to argue with this old woman, and looked at Old John, "Did the company call?"