Chapter 590 Eating Chess
"Zhang Yanxing?" Hearing the name, Zhang Binghao shook his head. Obviously, he did not have a good impression of Zhang Yanxing, and in this circle, he also heard about the battle between Wang Zheng and the Zhang family in Fuzhou.
"Okay, if it's Zhang Yanxing, then I'll accept it." Zhang Binghao laughed.
Wang Zheng saw that the relationship between Zhang Binghao and Zhang Yanxing is not only not good, but even there is a big gap between the two.
In fact, it is also true. Zhang Binghao and Zhang Yanxing have different political opinions. Zhang Binghao, who has always been famous for his work, naturally dislikes the latter as an official. The latter naturally does not like the former. In the past, when they worked in a certain province, the relationship between the two has never been good.
Zhang Binghao said, "Miao Miao, go and cook with your mother and ask Wang Zheng to kill a plate with me."
Zhang Binghao was playing a pair of chess in front of him. Seeing this, Zhang Miaomiao pouted and said, "Dad, don't you know how to ask your daughter to let Sister Hong do it?"
Sister Hong is the nanny of Zhang Binghao's family and is very good at cooking.
"She is on vacation for a few days. Your mother will cook in person. Go and help." Zhang Binghao said with a smile.
Wang Zheng sat down and said, "Uncle Zhang, I'm not very good at chess. I just know a little bit about it. I guess I'm going to make a fool of myself."
"It's okay. I'm not good at it." Zhang Binghao said, "Don't believe that those nonsense like character are practiced and have nothing to do with character."
At this time, Zhang Miaomiao poked her head out of the kitchen and said, "Wang Zheng, you have to be careful. My father is a master."
When Wang Zheng heard this, he immediately said with a bitter face, "Uncle Zhang, aren't you abusing me?"
"What are you afraid of? Let's have a try." Zhang Binghao has begun to pose, but Wang Zheng sat opposite reluctantly.
Ten minutes later, Zhang Binghao's eyes were shocked.
It's not that Wang Zheng has never been exposed to chess at all. On the contrary, when he was a teenager, Wang Fanghe often took him to practice chess together, which is also known as intellectual exercise and on-the-spot command training. Wang Zheng is not interested in this thing at all, but Wang Fanghe speaks and eats one in the next game every day. The chess pieces must be punished for running one kilometer, which must be completed within two days.
At the beginning, Wang Zheng was almost killed by the old man, and there was almost no piece left. He often ran to sleep exhausted. Later, with the passage of time, he may have been abused more times. Wang Zheng's strength is also slowly growing, and gradually he will not lose so badly. Maybe After a game of chess, although he lost, he could run five or six kilometers at most.
During this period of time, Wang Zheng has developed a very bad habit, that is, no matter whether he can win the other party or not, as long as there is a chance to eat the other party's chess pieces, he will never let go.
This child was absolutely slaughtered by the old man and had a psychological shadow.
Zhang Binghao's chess style has always been stable. He has been playing chess for so many years. He has never seen Wang Zheng's offensive method, just like coming out of a refugee camp and has been hungry for many days. Wang Zheng almost eats it at his sight. Almost no matter whether the chess piece is a bait or a trap, it is purely released by Wang. The crane gave it to me.
Of course, Wang Zheng is not just about eating. If he wants to be a pure foodie, he also needs two brushes.
The attack opens and closes greatly, and the moves are sharp, and even some of the courage to move forward regardless of the rear.
Zhang Binghao's moves met Wang Zheng, and naturally he felt that he couldn't contribute. In particular, the latter's wild eating style has completely blinded the eyes of the provincial party secretary.
"Okay, I admit defeat." Zhang Binghao looked at the remnants on the chessboard and laughed, "That's right, that's right!"
Wang Zheng laughed and said, "I haven't played chess for many years, but it's a little ugly."
Zhang Binghao looked at his only few chess pieces left and shook his head: "There are talented people in the country. The older generation always has to give way."
What Zhang Binghao said was very meaningful. Wang Zheng didn't know how to answer for a while. He didn't understand Zhang Binghao's real intention at all.
However, since the other party has said it, Wang Zheng can't help but answer, but said modestly, "Uncle Zhang, no matter how sharp the young generation is, there will eventually be a day of sinking."
Zhang Binghao laughed and no longer continued on this topic. Instead, he looked at Wang Zheng and said seriously, "You can come home often to play chess with me in the future."
Come often in the future!
What does this mean?
What is the profound meaning of being able to say such words as Zhang Binghao?
He is the backbone of the Soviet faction. Isn't he afraid that Su Fuhua will be held accountable? Don't you need to avoid suspicion?
Is this a blatant sign of goodwill? Or is Zhang Binghao likely to change his camp?
If Zhang Binghao, a general, can be split from the Soviet faction, it will definitely be a huge blow to Su Fuhua!
Hearing this, Wang Zheng's eyes flashed a trace of surprise, but he covered it well. Now he can't think so much at all, but said, "Uncle Zhang, as long as I come to Jinling in the future, I will come over."
Zhang Binghao smiled and said, "Okay, okay, this is the best."
Zhang Miaomiao poked her head out of the kitchen again and secretly watched her father and Wang Zheng talking and laughing. She also smiled, with infinite warmth flashing in her eyes.
"Your father rarely meets young people who can be admired so much." Miao Miao's mother, Liu Lihua, is cutting vegetables. Although she is already the chairman of a large state-controlled listed company, her housework is not left behind at all, and her cooking skills are also very good. At this point, Zhang Miaomiao still needs to learn from her mother.
"Real?" Zhang Miaoxia flew on her cheeks. Listening to her mother's words, a trace of sweetness appeared in her heart. Does the meaning of her mother's words mean that her father has recognized Wang Zheng?
Liu Lihua looked at her daughter and sighed gently. Her daughter will not stay when she grows up. After all, she will grow up and fall in love after all. She just hopes that this Wang Zheng can be worthy of Miao Miao.
"Mom, has my father ever commented on Wang Zheng?" Zhang Miaomiao's eyes were a little expectant and asked with a shy expression.
"Of course there is." Liu Lihua scraped Zhang Miaomiao's nose and smiled, "But I can't tell you."
"Why?" Zhang Miaomiao is very depressed
"Your father told me not to tell you what he praised Wang Zheng, lest Wang Zheng would get carried away."
"Cut, don't say it. Anyway, Wang Zheng is not that kind of person." Zhang Miaomiao hummed.
Zhang Miaomiao knows that his parents are in a high position and usually have a very high vision. Those so-called young talents can't get into their eyes at all. Therefore, Zhang Miaomiao is still happy from the bottom of his heart that his parents can appreciate Wang Zheng.