Chapter 99 Life Is Not a Game of Chess

"I heard that another piece of land has been acquired? Let's cooperate with the province."

"The procedure went so smoothly, thanks to the help from the side office."

In the chess room, Quan Heng motioned to the people on the side to go away. Only he and an old man who was old but still energetic were left in the room.

"They are all helping the juniors. I like you talented young people. The future is yours."

The old man smiled, looked at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, and suddenly said:

"By the way, Lao Lu is retiring. There are two contenders for his position, Meng Changnian and Cheng He. If you want to compete with the Quan family in Gujiang, the mayor can be ours and can help everywhere."

Quan Heng smiled lightly: "Don't worry, Mr. Bian, I will fully support the Central Street Art Museum project."

The art museum is a project that Deputy Mayor Sung Ha is responsible for. It is for the further development and financing of the central district. It is related to the expansion of private schools in the rear and the location of new media companies, etc. It is a major event related to tax payments.

The Modern Building is also located on Central Street. It was the project chosen by Meng Changnian with the support of powerful people. However, he did not expect that the person in charge would directly cooperate with someone like Quan Lin, which involved gray transactions.

"That's good, let's not talk about it anymore, let's play chess, play chess..." Mr. Bian looked at the chessboard, "Oh, have you been neglectful recently? You only think about business, ah, there are also those charity projects, you are distracted. Well, my chess skills have deteriorated."

Charitable projects are an unshakable expenditure in Wugang. In order to ensure that assistance to mountainous areas is in place, Xu Hanbai is responsible for implementation. To put it bluntly, it does not rely on law but violence. After all, several bills cannot control remote mountainous areas at all.

Two-thirds of Wugang's business is not visible. What this old guy saw was the money laundering method at the charity party. He said this just to put pressure on her.

She also intentionally did not want Wu Gang to expand her influence and reduce her charity efforts, and reminded her to be gregarious.

Don’t be too good-looking even if you have good intentions. If you raise the standard, what should you do if others do the same?

"It's obviously your double-flying swallow that caught me off guard. My way of doing things is not enough in front of you."

"You are also young, so you just have to learn slowly." Bian Laozi said, "Besides, you are young and have the opportunity to make mistakes, but then again, others may not give you a chance. They say that life is like chess. It doesn't matter if you are not good at chess. How to do it, I will teach you more in the future."

The black pieces surround and annex the white pieces, and the outcome of this game is already clear.

"For example, your chess moves are too wide, and some chess pieces are discarded at will." Mr. Bian looked at the chess game with a hint, "The overall situation is important, and unnecessary chess pieces are thrown away."

Quan Heng smiled, took out two black stones and placed them in the corner of the chessboard, meaning to admit defeat.

"I see."

Seeing that Quan Heng understood, Mr. Bian stood up with satisfaction, "Okay, I'm just here for a stroll. There's no need to go out to see you off. I'll take a closer look at this game and come to you in a few days to check my homework."

"Students, you have troubled yourself."

As Quan Heng spoke, the man standing at the door knocked and entered, holding the celadon tea set. The name of an intangible inheritance master was engraved on the box.

"The master is willing to give it to me. The fundamental reason is that the calligraphy and painting you once gave me was exchanged without the teacher's permission. It is really an overstep. However, this tea set is really exquisite, and so am I..."

Quan Heng paused for a moment and then said:

"It was supposed to be the fate between you and the master. It was me who lent you flowers to offer to Buddha. I didn't even pay for the tuition for this chess game. Don't blame me."

After this, it is no longer a gift, it is what Bian Laoben deserves.

Bian Lao accepted it with a smile and was sent out by the waiting Ah Cheng.

The chess room was quiet. Quan Heng looked at the chess game with a "determined outcome" and picked up another white piece.

"Boss Heng, are you going to cut off funding for children and cancer patients in mountainous areas?"

"Do you think life is really the same as playing chess?"

The maid standing aside raised her head, her voice was steady, and she clearly had a new face that Lanzhuang had never seen before.

“In chess, you can abandon those weak “chess pieces” in exchange for victory, but you can’t calculate it that way in life. "

Quan Heng made a move and watched as the whole chess game suddenly changed due to one move. The chess pieces she gave up quietly were all connected into a line, becoming a secret and sweet bait. The forbearing fox opened the skin bag to reveal the ferocious and sharp fangs. .

"You can't defeat them all at once and let them notice. That's not revenge, it's treatment for them."

"Do what you have to do and I'll help you get on top."

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"Awesome, Xiao Wu, you can make noodles and make poached eggs."

Sang Ting watched Mu Jing cooking on the small bench, and the girls in charge of the kitchen also cheered.

"Wow, that's great. You know how to cook at such a young age."

"That's awesome, do you want to take a break with some cakes and cookies..."

"Xiao Wu, are you the younger sister or the younger brother?"

Mu Jing felt embarrassed, got down from the bench, scratched his head and thought:

"I don't know, it's all."

The soul has no gender, does not need to eat, drink, or use the toilet, nor does it grow or change. Many memories from the past have been blurred, and it is probably only possible to fully remember them.

What's more, gender... He is a collection of resentments of many people and a collection of soul fragments of many children. He cannot be described as just a boy or a girl, as that would be disrespectful to everyone.

There is no way to define secular physiology, and there is no way to tell one, two, or three.

"It's all...ah, that's great!"

"In the future, when ordering clothes at home, you can choose more children's clothes. Choose the one you like, and you can wear whatever you like. I'll talk to Sister Ling about it."

"But this is the first time I make noodles, so I won't give them to the boss yet. I'll show you how good Xiaowu is at cooking..."

"What are you doing?" Quan Heng looked at the group of people gathered in the back hall.

Sang Ting, who was drinking porridge with a straw, immediately stood up, walked to Quan Heng's side, and motioned Ah Cheng to make way.

"Boss," said the pastry chef, "this kid is making breakfast for you. He made noodles very well for the first time, and the poached egg was also a success at one go."

Those who can enter Lanzhuang have clear origins from top to bottom. They are all family members, and almost live in the villa with Quan Heng.

"Super, super!"

The boss is gentle and elegant. Although they dare not overstep the line, they dare to speak.

A group of big kids coaxing little kids.

Quan Heng felt helpless, watching Mu Jing come over with a bowl in her hand with an expectant look.

"Sister, would you like to try it?"

Quan Heng picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. It was indeed salty, as if there were egg fragments under the poached egg.

But she still swallowed it and smiled, "Not bad, leave it alone, I'll finish it in a while."

With less than half a bowl of noodles, she comforted herself that eggshells supplement calcium.

Quan Heng signaled the others to continue working, those who should have breakfast should go back to the table, and those who should go to school...

"It's bad," Sang Ting ran out with a start, "I forgot to bring my homework back. It won't be windy outside, right? I've finished it!"

...

"Can I play games with my sister this time?"

After breakfast, Mu Jing asked with her head tilted.

"Of course." Quan Heng looked at the message sent by Huo Yunbai, most of which was about the progress of overseas affairs. He smiled and said, "Wait until your brother Xiaoting goes to school, then we will go in."

"We're done packing!" Sang Ting dragged his schoolbag downstairs like the wind, wearing a non-mainstream school uniform, and ran out in a flash, "I'm going to be late, boss, first..."

"Xiaoting," Quan Heng looked at him, "Wait a minute."

Sang Ting paused, "What's wrong, boss?"

Quan Heng lowered his eyes and took off the eighteen beads on his wrist, handed it to Sang Ting, and said calmly:

"Put it on."