surnamed Wang

Dong Yanxin went out to buy groceries after dinner. The father and son slumped on the sofa in almost exactly the same posture. They turned on the TV and watched a boring game of Go.

In the past, Wang Gingquan had long been yawning, but today he was particularly interested. In the end, he shook his head and said:
"It's not doing so well."

On TV is a 16-year-old boy from a neighboring country who is known as a "genius chess player". His self-made opening pattern has caused headaches for many old chess players who have been immersed in chess for decades.

The old man who played chess with him was wearing a simple long gown, and his expression didn't fluctuate every time he made a move.

Hearing Wang Gangquan's comments, Wang Zhong said unceremoniously:

"You kid, you really dare to cut your teeth. One of these two is a newly promoted eighth-dan Go genius, and the other is a famous chess master in the dynasty. He usually plays chess with the emperor. How dare you say that their level is not good?"

Wang Gangquan said indifferently:

"At a young age, playing chess so abiding by the rules is not as good as an old man who dares to fight and kill. As for the old man, he has lived a few more years and has more experience.

But maybe because he played too much chess with the emperor, he didn't dare to use all his chess strength. Once he met a real expert, he would throw a piece and admit defeat in less than a hundred moves. "

"Heh, I heard your analysis is clear and logical, why don't you play with me?"

"It's got to be a bit of a prize, right?"

"If you win, the living expenses will be increased by one thousand per month."

"It's a word."

The two decided that Wang Zhongpidianpidian went to get the chessboard. He liked Go when he was young, and he even learned Go for a while, but his qualifications were limited, he was always an amateur player, with more than four dans but not five dans.

Using the evaluation standards of the dynasty means "using wisdom" and getting the best of the best.

Even if they are only average, they are much better than ordinary beginners, especially Wang Gangquan, a young man with a hairless mouth, most of them are impetuous, and they don't even need any means, and they can easily win.

Wang Zhong moved the chessboard, and the father and son opened up on the coffee table...

Ten minutes later, Dang Dad grinned and said:

"How about son, are you still talking big?"

Most of the chessboard was occupied by black pieces, Wang Handquan held a white piece and said with a smile:
"Sure enough, the ginger is still old and spicy."

One sentence made Wang Zhong very happy. He patted his son on the shoulder and said:
"Are you still coming?"

"Continue." Wang Handquan said calmly.

……

Another 10 minutes later, the gap in the situation was not as obvious as before, but Baizi was still at a disadvantage.

Wang Gingquan frowned, looking thoughtful.

Wang Zhong crossed his legs and said triumphantly:
"Your talent is already considered good, but compared with your father, you are still a little tender."

Wang Gangquan threw the chess pieces into the box and said angrily:
"I keep losing, I can't stop."

"Don't, it's rare that I have time to guide you. Isn't it better than playing games all day long?"

"There are wins and losers in the game."

Wang Zhong looked up at the clock and said:
"In this way, if you play with me until five o'clock, I will increase your living expenses by 1000 yuan. If you win, it will be calculated separately."

"No fun, no play."

"I'll give you one son, and if you win, you'll get an extra two thousand."

Wang Gangquan straightened up when he heard the words, and said with a little doubt:

"It's really going to be five o'clock? No one is allowed to run?"

"My child, I wish you could hang out with me for a while, what are you running for?"

Wang Zhong didn't realize that he had fallen into a trap, and only took this as an opportunity to repair the relationship between father and son.

The young man nodded reluctantly, "Then it's settled."

……

Half an hour later, Wang Zhong couldn't sit still any longer. He wiped the sweat from his brow, squeezed out a stiff smile and said:

"It's just one child away, just one child away."

"How about a draw this time?"

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat. Your father can still afford to lose this amount of money. Come again!"

Another four and ten minutes later, the man was drenched in sweat, and two buttons on the collar of his shirt were undone.

He couldn't stop fanning the wind with the chess record, he was out of breath, and he didn't show any trace of his usual refined appearance.

"It's weird, the start was pretty smooth, how come it's just that bad in the end?"

"How about I let you have a son later?"

"Absurd, how can a father ask his son to let him go?"

Wang Zhong put a towel into his clothes to wipe off his sweat, but he didn't notice the slyness in Wang Quanquan's smile at all.

The chess game continued, this time in less than 10 minutes, the sunspots had been completely surrounded.

The white chess pieces flipped flexibly in Wang Handquan's hands, and he said calmly:

"Dad, why don't I come here today, I haven't finished my vacation homework yet."

"Nonsense, where did you get the homework from the university?"

Wang Zhong looked up at the clock, it was only 03:30, he gritted his teeth and said:

"It's not even five o'clock yet."

As a businessman, his desire to win is not so strong.

"If you keep playing, I'm afraid your salary will not be enough to pay my living expenses."

"You underestimate your father too much, do you dare to play big?" Wang Zhong's eyes were already red.

"Oh?"

Wang Gangquan showed interest.

"You have won six thousand now, and I will pay another six thousand. We will decide the outcome in one round."

"Old Wang, here I have to advise you, small bets are fun, big bets are harmful to the body, strong bets are wiped out..."

"Just do it or not?"

"Why don't you make money if you have money?"

Wang Gingquan didn't even bother to act this time, and he made moves without thinking. Within 10 minutes, the chessboard was completely occupied by white pieces, and the black pieces were locked in a small area alone. It was obviously a dead piece of chess.

Wang Zhong stared blankly at the chessboard, not even aware of the dripping of sweat.

Wang Gangquan collapsed on the sofa, sipped his tea and said:
"Old Wang, old Wang, let me tell you what's good about you, isn't it a big loss now?"

Hearing this, Wang Zhong raised his head and looked straight at his son, "Are you kidding me on purpose?"

"Ah, it's not easy to talk nonsense, I have worked hard to let you."

"..."

For a moment, Wang Zhong felt that the young man in front of him was a little strange, and his son was a little smart, but he should never be so black-bellied.

Just as he was thinking about how to end it, Dong Yanxin came back from outside carrying large and small bags.

Wang Gangquan was very discerning, and took the initiative to go up to catch it.

The woman turned her head and saw the man sitting on the sofa with sweat dripping down his neck, and said doubtfully:
"Old Wang, it's so hot and you don't know how to turn on the air conditioner?"

As he spoke, he looked at the thermometer by the door. It was 26 degrees, not hot.

Wang Gangquan was in the kitchen messing with the freshly bought vegetables, and said leisurely:
"Sister Yan Xin, don't worry, my dad is just an ordinary virtual... Hey, I also bought a turtle, just in time to replenish him."

Wang Zhong almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and wanted to kill his son.

……

After the meal, the father and son came to the balcony to cool off.

Wang Zhong took out a stack of banknotes from his wallet and handed it over, saying:

"Take it."

"I was joking with you, but I took it seriously."

Wang Gangquan pushed the money back, Wang Zhong put it back into the wallet naturally, and asked:

"I'll be an intern next year, do you want to come to my company?"

"To be a leader?"

"If you want to be beautiful, start with the staff."

"Forget it, I plan to join my cousin."

Wang Zhong turned his head when he heard the words, he hesitated to speak.

Wang Bingquan's cousin is Song Hao, a top student at Qingwen University, who was the number one student in the Zhanjiang College Entrance Examination.

I met my current wife during college. The other party has a prominent family and is related to the royal family.

The cousin's family conditions are average, and the other's family is unwilling to wrong their daughter, so in the end he can only marry in and become a door-to-door son-in-law.

Although Song Hao looks good, he is usually a doormat at home. Wang Zhong has seen these with his own eyes, so he doesn't want his son to cause trouble for each other.

... (end of this chapter)