What was even stranger was that the old man was still in charge of both sides. The white chess piece was his, and the black chess piece was his. He was happy to play it.
Samuel had seen chess players and many exquisite chess games, but he had never seen such a chess game.
There was only one black chess piece. Anyone who had some common sense knew that no matter how he played it, he could not win. In other words, the white chess piece had already won the game. Was there any need to play it?
"It's a pleasure to have friends from afar. My son, go and greet the guests. As for this young man, can you play chess with me?" The old man smiled slightly.
Hearing this, Master Wang and Qin Qingfeng were obviously stunned, especially Master Wang himself, who could hardly believe his ears.
More than 30 years ago, his father suddenly disappeared mysteriously for more than a month. After he came back, he played such a game of chess every day, and he would always be alone. He had asked his father, but his father did not answer. He had also tried to play with his father, but his father would never let him go. He also said that he was not talented enough!
Wang Dong was one of the big shots in Tianhu City. Without enough talent and cultivation, how could he support such a huge family? But such a person was demoted by his father to be not talented enough and was not qualified to play chess.
Although Wang Dong had been holding this in mind for a long time, it had been worn out and almost forgotten these years. But as soon as Samuel came, his father took the initiative to invite him to sit down and play chess, which made Wang Dong very dissatisfied and very puzzled.
Putting his eyes on Samuel, he was even more confused.
Samuel's face was pale and her lips were dry. It was obvious that she was seriously ill and could die at any time. How could such a person be more qualified to play this game than him?
Samuel glanced at Qin Qingfeng, saw him nod, and then looked at Wang Dong. Even though his eyes were a bit unwilling, he didn't object, so he sat down.
"My son, pour tea for the guest." The old man smiled gently.
"I poured tea for him?" Wang Dong was shocked and said incredulously.
At this time, Qin Qingfeng hurriedly smiled apologetically and said, "Senior, Samuel is just my disciple, and my brother is a swordsman who is famous all over the Eight Direction World. It is inappropriate if my brother pours tea for him."
Samuel also said, "Yes, senior, I don’t deserve it. If you want to play chess, I will accompany you. Tea and other things are not necessary."
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the old man slammed his palm directly on the chessboard and shouted angrily, "Serve some tea!"
Wang Dong was startled by the shout because in his knowledge, his father had always been very gentle and had never been so angry. No matter how unwilling he was, Wang Dong had to nod obediently. "Okay, I'll go now."
"Put my superior snow ash on it."
When Wang Dong was about to leave, the old man's tone softened a little. When Wang Dong heard the snow ash, he wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. That was the treasure of the mansion, the life of his father.
His father even wanted to take this out?
However, Wang Dong did not dare to answer. He honestly made the tea and handed it to Samuel.
The old man nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand. "Go and greet the guests. This gentleman can play chess with me."
Wang Dong responded and turned around with three steps. In the end, he took the others to the side yard and did not dare to disturb them.
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