The years of red flags

After the Iron Lady entered the hall, the negotiations took longer than expected. The two could only listen to the banana man talking nonsense on the TV, and Rong Zhengen wanted to smash the TV.

Jiang Hua used the remote control to turn down the TV sound, then went back to his office and took a set of chess. In fact, he took it out from his own space. It was a gloomy antique chess set collected more than ten years ago. .

"Let's fight a game." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "The designer is joking and talking about retreating from the enemy in the great hall, and we will go to war in the Chuhehan world."

"That's a good idea, let's kill a game. I think I also won the runner-up in the chess group competition when I was in elementary school."

Jiang Hua frowned: "Didn't you go to a British-funded aristocratic school in elementary school? How could you have a chess activity?"

Rong Zhengen said brazenly: "It was organized by a few of our Chinese children. It was the first time in the history of that school. It was absolutely unprecedented."

Hearing several people, Jiang Hua asked with a smile: "How many people participated in your competition?"

Rong Zhengen was complacent, and said without thinking: "Three people."

Jiang Hua said with a smile: "You are the second among the three, and you are firmly in the middle."

Rong Zhengen had a somewhat embarrassed look on his face, but he didn't speak, picking up the chess piece was a blow to the head.

For this kind of pediatric method, Jiang Hua was of course a horse jumping. Zhang Hua felt that he had overestimated Rong Zhengen's chess level, but he did not expect that his overestimation was still too little.

Within 5 minutes, the battle had been settled in a chirping manner. Jiang Hua said suspiciously, "How dare you think that the three of you participating in the competition are all stinky chess players?"

"No, I can't remember the name of the first one. His father is a scholar, and his level of chess is very high. It is said that someone praised him for his steady style of chess at the time, and he may become a generation of chess masters in the future."

Jiang Hua asked puzzledly, "What about the last one?"

Rong Zhengen said with some hesitation: "The last one is the son of Superintendent John Guo. He has been fascinated by our culture since he was a child, so he entered the competition."

"I'm asking about his chess level."

Rong Zhengen said with shame: "When the competition was held, he had just learned the rules of chess for less than a month, and I taught him."

Jiang Hua was speechless, and after a long silence, he said: "You mean that among these three people, you are a stinky chess basket and a layman?"

"Probably that's what it means."

Jiang Hua messed up the rearranged chess pieces, sighed and said: "Let's play backgammon, if I play chess, I can't bear to eat your pieces."

Rong Zhengen didn't feel shivering, he grabbed the chess piece in his hand, and he felt wrong when he grabbed it.

"Your chess piece is wrong, what kind of wooden one is it, so heavy?"

"Gloomy wood."

"Damn." Rong Zhengen held the chess piece in front of his eyes, looked left and right, and said enviously: "It's a good thing, why don't you give it to me, my father will have a big birthday soon, so I'll take this as a gift." Give him a birthday gift."

Jiang Hua said angrily: "Don't even think about it. In terms of antiques, I belong to the Pixiu family. Light can come in and out."

"Look at you being stingy."...

Rong Zhengen wasn't angry when he didn't ask for Baby Chess, he started to play backgammon with Jiang Hua. His level of backgammon was not bad, and he won and lost with Jiang Hua, which made him addicted.

At this time, the mobile phone on the table rang. It was Rong Zhengen's mobile phone, and Jiang Hua used this phone to communicate with his colleagues in the mainland.

Jiang Hua pressed the answer button, and said hurriedly: "Jiang Hua, Jiang Hua."

"I'm here, old Zhang, tell me."

"The Iron Lady came out and fell down when she was going down the steps in the Great Hall, and she knelt down."

Rong Zhengen felt as if his brain had been bombarded by a large cannonball, and his mind went blank. This act of falling was more shocking than the officially released document.

"Thank you, Zhang."

Jiang Hua hung up the phone, handed the mobile phone to Rong Zhengen, and nodded to him: "Notify the trading team, it's time for them to show their talents."

Rong Zhengen came back to his senses, and quickly made a call: "Hey, Iron Lady fell at the entrance of the Great Hall, and she knelt down."

Rong Zhengen didn't hear the answer from there, but only heard cheers, and the people there also understood how powerful this kneeling was.

Rong Zhengen put down the phone, and at this time the TV camera also switched to the entrance of the great hall, just in time for Iron Lady and her team to come out of the great hall.

The faces of John's countrymen were very bad, and they were still eagerly discussing something with each other. At this time, the Iron Lady who was about to walk down the steps staggered and knelt down in front of her.

I heard the frontline rememberers chanting non-stop: "The Iron Lady fell down, the Iron Lady knelt down, was she overwhelmed by the leader of the flower planters? Or was she overwhelmed by the civilization of 5000 years?"

As soon as the screen changed, it immediately cut back to the studio. The banana man looked pale, and all fools knew that the Iron Lady had lost in this round of confrontation, and the defeat was complete, so he was like a dead ancestor.

Rong Zhengen was no longer interested in watching, turned off the TV, and took Jiang Hua's hand: "Come on, we have to go out and have a drink. At this moment, I can't calm down without drinking."

Jiang Hua was also very excited. He was born late in his previous life and had never seen this historic scene. He only watched the documentary, but he didn't feel much about it.

Now, he is an experienced person in this great era, and he is in such a cusp place as Xiangjiang. Seeing the Iron Lady kneeling on TV, he has mixed feelings in his heart.

Jiang Hua followed Rong Zhengen into the car, and while driving, Rong Zhengen said: "Let's go to the wine cellar last time. I have stored a lot of good vintage red wine there."

Jiang Hua patted the center console in front: "What kind of red wine do you drink, what kind of bird red wine do you drink, and baijiu if you want to drink, it is not enough to express your feelings without drinking baijiu, and it is not enough to celebrate victory without drinking baijiu."

Rong Zhengen honked his horn excitedly: "Okay, let's just drink baijiu. I keep a few bottles of Fenjiu and Moutai from last year at home, and let my wife cook some delicious dishes. We brothers will rest when we get drunk."

Halfway through the car, Rong Zhengen's mobile phone rang, and Jiang Hua pressed the call button for him.

Rong Zhengen hummed twice and said, "I'm with Jiang Hua."

Then he hummed twice: "Okay, we'll come over here."

After finishing speaking, Rong Zhengen turned the car around and drove in another direction.

Jiang Hua asked with concern: "What's the matter?"

"The old man and a few other respectable seniors are celebrating in Manhan Tower. Let's go and join in the fun. The distinguished seniors and budding juniors from Huashang Street will come over."