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Chapter 577 Chunhui Nursing Home (2)

Chunhui Nursing Home is built in a secluded suburb. There is a banner hanging on the big iron gate at the entrance, and a line of big characters can be seen clearly through the light: Welcome Mr. Wubai to visit and guide!

An old lady with small feet stood under the two pillars at the door, holding a red plastic flower in her hand. Seeing the car approaching, she shook her arms awkwardly.

"Mr. Wubai, hello, hello, hello!"

The dean enthusiastically held Feng Yuanjun's hand, fearing that the God of Wealth would be blown away by the wind as soon as he let go.

"Uh, why is it called Mr. Wubai?" Su Jian asked curiously.

"This gentleman gave a total of five hundred catties of things, and he didn't say what his last name was. The name we voted for is both solemn and majestic. Doesn't it fit this gentleman's temperament?"

Ah!The grandparents here are quite humorous. Feng Yuanjun kept smirking. He probably had never been so speechless in his life. He clearly wrote his name on the gift list.

The Go competition was held in the largest room of the nursing home. Unexpectedly, Su Jian was the only contestant who signed up from the society.

When the two walked into the competition scene, they were immediately shocked by the fierce "fighting" inside.

"Is this really a Go game?"

Feng Yuanjun, who has been shrewd all his life, feels like an idiot at the moment, and even made an idiotic decision this morning to watch some Go game, and donated [-] catties of goods, and was awarded the title of "Mr. [-]".

"Obviously Heizi won, you old man, see if I don't beat you to death!"

"Old Qutou, hit me, hit me, I like the way you hit me, come on, come on."

The players in the first group became angry because they couldn't afford to lose, and fought violently. The dean hurriedly pulled them away.

"It was just a warm-up match, they were eliminated yesterday, don't mind."

What's the point of warming up after you're all out?

Feng Yuanjun looked at Su Jian, the little girl was smiling all the time, very calm, she couldn't help blushing, straightened her tie, and pretended to be inscrutable.

"This is your entry number plate, little girl, you are very brave. We were very excited to receive your application. We held a meeting to study and make a decision to let you directly enter the final."

There was warm applause all around.

"Little girl, don't be nervous, it doesn't matter if you lose, just come here at night and play with us old people."

"This child is really good-looking and can play Go, why not let her be the champion directly, we can't afford to lose."

Feng Yuanjun took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He gave up tens of millions of investment projects and wasted them on a meaningless game of Go. It was a mistake.

The next game is more formal, and I don't know when a young man will appear, holding up the camera and "clicking".

It is estimated that the grandson of an old man was temporarily called to take pictures.

At nine o'clock, the final began, and Su Jian came on stage.

The one who fought against him was a hale and hearty old man, who was holding a enamel jar with the glaze in his hand, and he had never opened it.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

"Su Jane."

The old man smiled and asked her to sit down.

"How many chess pieces do you want me to give you?"

"……unnecessary!"

"Hey! I just love the blind confidence and adventurous spirit of young people."

"Let's make an agreement, you are not allowed to cry if you lose in a while."

"Okay, I remember."

Feng Yuanjun's patience reached its peak. He didn't know whether Su Jian could play chess, so he cheered up and watched the game.

Ten minutes later, the old man held the chess piece and fell into deep thought. No matter how he played it, it would be a dead end.

(End of this chapter)