Evening.
The villa became even livelier.
Chai Ren.
Zheng Lin.
Pan Yue.
Ge Feng.
And Mu Jian, who flew in from the United States, each brought their families. The women gathered to tease the children, while the men gathered to talk business. Before long, the conversation shifted to the hottest topic, the Olympics.
"How many gold medals do you think we can win?"
"Thirty."
"Forty."
"I think fifty."
"Sixty would be best."
"Seventy isn't too much."
"Eighty is just enough."
"A hundred would be great."
"A hundred fifty... is pushing it."
"..."
Beside them.
Tang Qing was speechless. They were on a roll. As for how many gold medals they could win, it was uncertain. His rebirth had caused countless turning points in history. The butterfly effect made the future full of variables.
"What do you think?"
Pan Yue noticed Tang Qing was in a daze and asked.
"Fifty."
Tang Qing gave a number.
Not too few.
Not too many.
