urban evil king

"Zhang Yanxing?" Hearing this name, Zhang Binghao shook his head. Obviously, he didn't have a good impression of Zhang Yanxing, and in this circle, he had also heard about the battle between Wang Zheng and the Zhang family in Fuzhou. .

"Okay, if it's Zhang Yanxing's, then I'll accept it." Zhang Binghao laughed.

Wang Zheng could see that the relationship between Zhang Binghao and Zhang Yanxing was not only not good, there was even a big gap between them.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Zhang Binghao and Zhang Yanxing have different political views. Zhang Binghao, who has always been known for his hard work, naturally dislikes the latter's way of being an official, and the latter naturally does not like the former. He used to work together in a certain province. At that time, the relationship between the two has not been very good.

Zhang Binghao said: "Miao Miao, go and cook with your mother, let Wang Zheng come and kill a plate with me."

There was a chess set in front of Zhang Binghao. Seeing this, Zhang Miaomiao pouted and said, "Dad, you know how to order your daughter around. Can't you let sister Hong do it?".

Sister Hong is the nanny in Zhang Binghao's family, and she is very good at cooking.

"She's on vacation for a few days, and your mother will cook in person, hurry up and help." Zhang Binghao said with a smile.

Wang Zheng sat down and said, "Uncle Zhang, my chess skills are not very good, I just know a little bit, I guess I'm going to make a fool of myself."

"It's okay, I'm not good enough either." Zhang Binghao said: "Don't believe those nonsense that chess skills are like character, it's all done through practice, and it has nothing to do with character."

At this time, Zhang Miaomiao poked her head out from the kitchen and said, "Wang Zheng, you have to be careful, my dad has a rank, a master."

When Wang Zheng heard this, he said with a bitter face, "Uncle Zhang, aren't you just torturing me?"

"What are you afraid of? Let's try it." Zhang Binghao had already started to pose, while Wang Zheng sat across from him reluctantly.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Binghao's eyes were full of shock.

It's not that Wang Zheng has never been exposed to chess. On the contrary, when he was growing up, Wang Fanghe would often take him to practice chess together, calling it intellectual exercise and on-the-spot command training. Wang Zheng was very interested in this game. Not interested at all, but Wang Fanghe said that in the next game every day, every time a chess piece is eaten, he will be fined to run a kilometer, and it must be completed within two days.

At the beginning, Wang Zheng was almost killed by the old man without leaving a piece of armor, and almost no one was left. He often went to sleep until he was exhausted. Later, as time went by, it may be because he was abused more times. Wang Zheng's strength is also slowly increasing, and gradually he won't lose so badly. Maybe after a game of chess, although he loses, he can run five or six kilometers at most.

During such a period of time, Wang Zheng has developed a very bad habit, that is, no matter whether he can win the opponent or not, as long as there is a chance to capture the opponent's pieces, he will never let it go.

This child must have been tortured by the old man, and he has a psychological shadow.

Zhang Binghao's chess style has always been steady and majestic, with needles hidden in the cotton. He has played chess for so many years, and he has never seen Wang Zheng's attacking method. It is like coming out of a refugee camp and starving for many days. Wang Zheng almost saw his son. Just eat, almost regardless of whether the chess piece is a bait or a trap, it was purely forced by Wang Fanghe.

Of course, Wang Zheng didn't just focus on eating. If he wanted to become a pure foodie, he had to have two brushes.

When attacking, he opened and closed, and his moves were sharp, and he even felt a little forward without caring about the rear.

Zhang Binghao's moves met Wang Zheng's, so he naturally felt a little weak.Especially the latter's crazy eating style has completely blinded the provincial party secretary's eyes.

"Okay, I admit defeat." Zhang Binghao looked at the disabled pieces on the chessboard, and laughed loudly: "Not bad, not bad!"

Wang Zheng laughed and said, "I haven't played chess for many years, it's just a little ugly."

Zhang Binghao looked at the few remaining chess pieces he was holding, and shook his head: "There are talented people from generation to generation, and the older generation will always give it up."

What Zhang Binghao said had a lot of meaning, and Wang Zheng didn't know how to answer it for a while, he didn't understand Zhang Binghao's real intention at all.

However, since the other party had already spoken, Wang Zheng had no choice but to answer. Instead, he said modestly: "Uncle Zhang, no matter how sharp the younger generation is, there will eventually be a day when they will sink."

Zhang Binghao laughed, and did not continue on this topic, but looked at Wang Zheng, and said very seriously: "In the future, you can often come home to play chess with me."

Come here often!

What does it mean!

As Zhang Binghao, he was able to say such words, what kind of deep meaning does this have?

He is the backbone of the Su faction, so if he said this at this time, isn't he afraid that Su Fuhua will be held accountable?Don't you need to avoid suspicion?

Is this a public gesture of favor?Or is it possible for Zhang Binghao to change his camp?

If Zhang Binghao, a general, can be split from the Su faction, it will definitely deal a huge blow to Su Fuhua!

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in Wang Zheng's eyes, but he concealed it very well. Now he can't think so much, but said: "Uncle Zhang, as long as I come to Jinling in the future, I will come. "

Zhang Binghao smiled and said, "Okay, okay, this is the best."

Zhang Miaomiao poked her head out from the kitchen again, secretly watching her father and Wang Zheng talking and laughing happily, and also smiled slightly, with infinite warmth flashing in her eyes.

"Your father seldom meets young people who he can appreciate so much." Miao Miao's mother, Liu Lihua, was chopping vegetables. Although she is already the chairman of a large state-owned holding listed company, housework is a bit of a chore. She didn't fall behind, and her cooking skills are also very good. On this point, Zhang Miaomiao still needs to learn from her mother.

"Really?" Zhang Miaomiaoxia's cheeks fluttered, listening to her mother's words, a hint of sweetness appeared in her heart. Does this mean that her father has approved Wang Zheng?

Liu Lihua looked at her daughter, and sighed softly, her daughter will not stay when she grows up, 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 dad ever commented on Wang Zheng?" Zhang Miaomiao asked with a shy expression, looking expectant.

"Of course." Liu Lihua scratched Zhang Miaomiao's nose and said with a smile, "But I can't tell you."

"Why?" Zhang Miaomiao was very depressed.

"Your father told me not to tell you what he praised Wang Zheng, lest Wang Zheng get carried away."

"Tch, don't say it if you don't say it, Wang Zheng is not that kind of person anyway." Zhang Miaomiao snorted.

Zhang Miaomiao knew that her parents were both in high positions and had extremely high vision on weekdays. Those so-called young talents could not catch their eyes. Therefore, Zhang Miaomiao was still happy from the bottom of her heart that her parents could appreciate Wang Zheng.