iliation. He constantly thought of turning the tables but couldn’t find Wang Zheng’s whereabouts nor did he dare provoke someone with a background as thick as Qin Changqing, whom even he admired and f...Chapter 590: Eating Chess

"Zhang Yanxing" Upon hearing this name, Zhang Binghao shook his head. Clearly, he didn't think much of Zhang Yanxing either. Furthermore, within this circle, he had also heard about Wang Zheng and the fierce competition between Fuzhou's Zhang family.

"Alright then, if it belongs to Zhang Yanxing, I'll take it," laughed Zhang Binghao.

Wang Zheng realized that the relationship between Zhang Binghao and Zhang Yanxing was not only poor but also fraught with tension.

In fact, this was indeed the case. Zhang Binghao and Zhang Yanxing had differing political views; the pragmatic Zhang Binghao naturally disapproved of the latter's way of doing things as an official, while the latter naturally did not like the former either. When they were working in the same province before, their relationship wasn't very good.

Zhang Binghao said, "Miaomiao, go help your mom cook and let Wang Zheng play chess with me."

Before Zhang Binghao was a set of Chinese chess. Seeing this, Zhang Miaomiao pouted and said, "Dad, you just know how to use your daughter. Why don't Red Sister do it"

Red Sister was the nanny in the Zhang family, well-known for her culinary skills.

"She's on vacation these days; your mom is cooking herself. Go help," said Zhang Binghao with a smile.

Wang Zheng sat down and said, "Uncle Zhang, my chess skills aren't very good. I only understand the basics, so I'm probably going to make a fool of myself."

"No worries, my level isn't great either," said Zhang Binghao. "Don't believe in any nonsense about chess skills reflecting one's character; it's all practice and has nothing to do with one’s moral qualities."

At this moment, Zhang Miaomiao stuck her head out from the kitchen and said, "Wang Zheng, you better be careful. My dad is a ranked player, master level."

When Wang Zheng heard this, he immediately said with a bitter face, "Uncle Zhang, aren't you completely crushing me"

"What's there to be afraid of Let's give it a try." Zhang Binghao had already set up the chess pieces. Wang Zheng unwillingly sat down across from him.

After ten minutes, there was quite an expression of shock in Zhang Binghao’s eyes.

Wang Zheng wasn’t completely unfamiliar with Chinese chess. On the contrary, during his teenage years, Wang Fanghe would often drag him to practice together under the pretense of exercising intelligence and training command presence on-site. Wang Zheng had absolutely no interest in this activity; however, when Wang Fanghe gave orders, they were non-negotiable—every day he was forced to play a game, and every time one of his pieces was captured, he would be punished with running a kilometer for each piece, all within two days.

At the beginning, Wang Zheng was almost completely wiped out by the old man, often having no pieces left at all. He frequently had to run until exhaustion before being able to sleep. As time went on and he suffered from repeated beatings, his strength gradually grew stronger, and he didn't lose as badly anymore. After a game, although he still lost, it was usually only required to run five or six kilometers.

During this period of time, Wang Zheng developed an extremely bad habit: regardless of whether he could win or not, if there was any opportunity to capture the opponent’s pieces, he would never let it go.

This child had clearly been tormented by the old man and now had mental trauma.

Zhang Binghao's chess style was always stable and grand, with a subtle yet sharp edge. After playing Chinese chess for so many years, he had never seen Wang Zheng employ such an aggressive method, as if emerging from a refugee camp after days of hunger. Wang Zheng seemed to eat every piece he saw, regardless of whether they were bait or traps—this was purely due to being forced by Wang Fanghe.

Of course, Wang Zheng didn't just focus on capturing pieces; wanting to become an expert at this game also required considerable skill.

His aggressive moves were bold and unrestrained, with fierce tactics that even had a sense of charging forward without regard for the rear.

Facing such a player like Wang Zheng, Zhang Binghao naturally felt somewhat powerless. Especially when confronted with Wang Zheng's relentless capturing strategy, it was already blinding to this provincial party secretary’s eyes.

"Alright, I admit defeat." Looking at the scattered pieces on the chessboard, Zhang Binghao laughed loudly: "Very good! Very good!"

Wang Zheng chuckled and said, "I haven't played chess in a long time. Just that my board is somewhat outdated."

Zhang Binghao looked at the few pieces he had left on his side of the board and shook his head with a sigh, "There will always be new talents rising to prominence, and those of us from the older generation must step aside."

Zhang Binghao's words were full of profound meaning. Wang Zheng didn't know how to respond for a moment as he couldn’t fathom Zhang Binghao’s true intentions.

However, since Zhang Binghao had spoken up, Wang Zheng couldn’t remain silent and said with modesty, "Uncle Zhang, even if the younger generation is exceptionally sharp-witted, they will eventually need to consolidate their position."

Zhang Binghao laughed heartily and didn't continue on this topic. Instead, he looked at Wang Zheng seriously and said, "You can come over more often to play chess with me."

Come over more often!

What did that mean

Given Zhang Binghao’s status, what was the underlying meaning of such a statement If he, as one of Su Gang's core members, made such remarks now, wouldn't it be risky for him and would he still need to avoid suspicion

Was this an open expression of goodwill towards Wang Zheng or did Zhang Binghao have any intention of switching sides

If Zhang Binghao could be split off from the Su Gang faction, it would undoubtedly deal a significant blow to Su Fuhua.

Hearing these words, surprise flashed in Wang Zheng's eyes momentarily, but he quickly concealed it. At this point, there was no way for him to think deeply about such matters, and so he replied, "Uncle Zhang, whenever I come to Jinling in the future, I will definitely visit."

Zhang Binghao smiled and said, "Good, good, this is the best."

Zhang Miaomiao stuck her head out from the kitchen again, secretly watching her father chat amiably with Wang Zheng, and she couldn't help but smile as well, warmth flashing across her eyes.

"Your dad hardly ever comes across young people he likes so much," said Miaomiao's mother, Liu Lihua, who was cutting vegetables. Although she is the chairman of a large state-owned listed company, housework hasn't been neglected at all by her; moreover, her culinary skills are also excellent. In this regard, Zhang Miaomiao still needs to learn from her mother.

"Is that so" A blush crept up on Miaomiao's cheeks as she listened to her mother's words, a sweet feeling rising in her heart. Could it be that what Mom said meant that Dad already recognized Wang Zheng

Liu Lihua looked at her daughter and sighed lightly; daughters grow up so fast, they will ultimately grow up and fall in love eventually. She just hopes that this Wang Zheng can live up to Miaomiao's expectations.

"Mom, has my dad said anything about Wang Zheng" Zhang Miaomiao asked with a hopeful look in her eyes, blushing slightly.

"Of course he did," Liu Lihua pinched Zhang Miaomiao's nose and smiled. "But I can't tell you."

"Why not" Zhang Miaomiao was rather dejected.

"Your dad told me to absolutely not tell you about how much he praises Wang Zheng, so that Wang Zheng won't become complacent."

"Whatever, if you don't want to say it, then fine. Anyway, Wang Zheng isn't the type of person who would let compliments go to his head," Zhang Miaomiao grumbled.

Zhang Miaomiao knew that her parents both held high positions and had extremely high standards in their daily lives; those so-called young talents wouldn't even catch their attention. Therefore, she was genuinely delighted from the bottom of her heart that her parents appreciated Wang Zheng.e outline of her snow-white neck; swallowing, he felt his mouth go dry—he wondered if this woman would have already been beneath him and moaning in pleasure had it not been for that unexpected interru...