「The next morning.」

The teams from LC Golf Club and Mission Hills were in the conference room, discussing the partnership.

The atmosphere was relatively amicable, but there was, of course, no shortage of polite and gentle wrangling.

The main point of contention was, naturally, the resources each party was expected to contribute and the distribution of potential profits.

No one disagreed with the general idea that LC would take the lead, with Mission Hills playing a supporting role.

But for a project of this scale, every single detail regarding expenditures and potential revenue had to be hashed out.

Mission Hills had extremely rich experience with large-scale tournaments. They possessed a complete cost and revenue model that involved hundreds of parameters.

LC had none of that.

The situation often left them on the back foot.

Lin Chu, Li Ziming, Xin Fu, Ma Lin, and all the department directors and managers in attendance could all, to some extent, feel the gap between them.

Lin Chu couldn’t help but curse internally, ’Damn, what a ragtag team.’

You never realize it until you make a comparison, and when you do, it’s a huge shock.

To be fair, the old Celebrities club wasn’t that bad.

But the gap between first-rate and top-tier was evident in many ways.

Originally, Lin Chu had thought a partnership like this wouldn’t be too difficult.

But now that they were getting into it, he felt completely out of his depth.

’I’m not a god. A different industry is a whole different world.’

He still hadn’t completely figured out the world of golf itself, and tournaments involved so much more.

Li Ziming was worldly and knowledgeable, but he had never organized a tournament either. His experience was insufficient when it came to the finer details.

Let alone everyone else.

Smoking with a blank expression, Lin Chu listened to everyone speak, using the meeting to sort out his core strategy.

’Honestly, I made the right call bringing Mission Hills in to help co-organize this.’

’Who knows what kind of mess we’d be in without them.’

Seeing Lin Chu’s expression grow increasingly grave, Zhu Yizhen seemed to realize something. This President Lin, aside from being rich, was clearly "good for nothing" in this area. And the LC team? They weren’t much better—pretty amateurish.

He casually picked up his phone and sent a message to his company’s internal group chat: "Tone it down a bit. We can concede on everything except the core issues."

As a result, the Mission Hills team’s approach gradually softened.

"President Lin, I propose we take a ten-minute break. Let’s relax a bit. We have 87 small agenda items, and we’re only on number 26. We should take a breather and regroup internally."

Zhu Yizhen took advantage of a lull in the conversation to say this with a smile.

Lin Chu gave him a deep look, nodded nonchalantly, and then stood up and walked out the door.

Damn it!

Although he felt that Zhu Yizhen was reveling a bit in his small victory, Lin Chu managed to keep his composure.

’The club’s overall strength and experience with this kind of large-scale tournament are truly no match for theirs. We’re out of our league, and that’s just a fact. Nothing more to say about it.’

Besides, there was no way he was going to take the blame for this.

Old Zhou could take it.

The members of the LC team all filed into another conference room. Every one of them looked slightly embarrassed, though some tried to act as if nothing was wrong.

"That was really embarrassing," Lin Chu began, his tone unhurried.

Li Ziming glanced at him and immediately said, "President Lin, I’ll take responsibility. My work has been inadequate. Our club has never organized a large-scale tournament like this before, so we truly lack experience. However, this is also a great learning opportunity. Once we get through this one, we’ll be able to handle it with ease next time."

His attitude was very sincere, and he took all the blame upon himself.

Lin Chu nodded slightly at this attitude, waved his hand, and then turned to Xin Fu. "President Xin, tell me your thoughts."

Holding a notebook, Xin Fu smiled calmly. "The gap is an objective reality, that’s for sure. But we shouldn’t sell ourselves short. Mission Hills are the pros at this stuff, after all. They have plenty of experience serving high-level clients."

"I propose we establish a joint coordination group. We should keep a tight grip on revenue and expenditures and not give them much say in that area. As for coordination and services, we can delegate authority and let them take the lead. We’ll just need to contribute some of our own people."

Lin Chu glanced at him and nodded.

"Now that’s more like it."

"Our club should establish a new department: a Tournament Department. Let’s use this as the opportunity to create it. Who among you wants to volunteer to lead it?"

Lin Chu’s gaze swept over the group of directors and managers as he spoke casually.

This was an idea that had occurred to him during the meeting.

Hearing this, the eyes of the sixteen mid-level managers immediately lit up.

Judging by President Lin’s intentions, both the club’s Old Friends Gold Tournament and the Professional Gold Tournament were clearly going to be annual events. Under these circumstances, establishing a Tournament Department was indeed necessary.

And the creation of a new department naturally meant new "power."

Although there would be a lot to learn, it also represented a new opportunity for growth.

Upon hearing Lin Chu’s words, Lu Ming, the manager of the Membership Department, scanned the room and suddenly spoke up with a smile. "President Lin, I’d like to recommend someone. Not myself, of course, but the man next to me, Zhang Sen."

"Brother Zhang is a veteran at the club. Although I haven’t known him long, I’ve been deeply impressed by his abilities. He’s a true jack-of-all-trades, meticulous down to the smallest detail. Just look at his forehead—you can tell he’s a bona fide genius."

Lin Chu hadn’t expected Lu Ming to suddenly speak up at a time like this.

However, when he glanced at the person he recommended, Zhang Sen, he felt a slight stirring of interest.

He was a man around forty, with a rather "touching" amount of hair—at least two-thirds of it was already gone. He had a chubby build, and his eyes glinted with astuteness.