"Zhang Yanxing?" Hearing this name, Zhang Binghao shook his head, obviously, his impression of Zhang Yanxing was not very good, and in this circle, he also heard about the dragon fight between Wang Zheng and the Zhang family in Fuzhou.

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

Wang Zheng saw that the relationship between Zhang Binghao and Zhang Yanxing was not only not good, but there was even a lot of gap between the two.

In fact, it is indeed the case, Zhang Binghao and Zhang Yanxing have different political views, Zhang Binghao, who has always been famous for his hard work, is naturally very unaccustomed to the latter's way of being an official, and the latter naturally does not like the former.

Zhang Binghao said: "Miao Miao, go cook with your mother, and let Wang Zheng accompany me to kill a game." ”

Zhang Binghao was playing a chess game in front of him, Zhang Miaomiao saw this, pouted and said, "Dad, do you know that you can't just call your daughter and let Sister Hong do it?" ”。

Sister Hong is the nanny in Zhang Binghao's family, and her cooking skills are very good.

"She's on vacation for a few days, and your mother cooks it herself, so go and help." Zhang Binghao said with a smile.

Wang Zheng sat down and said, "Uncle Zhang, my chess skills are not very good, but I only know a little bit, and I guess I am going to be ugly." ”

"It's okay, I'm not good at it." Zhang Binghao said: "Don't believe those nonsense that chess skills are like character, they are all practiced, and they have nothing to do with character." ”

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

When Wang Zheng heard this, he immediately said with a bitter face: "Uncle Zhang, aren't you abusing me?" ”

"What are you afraid of, let's try." Zhang Binghao had already begun to swing, and Wang Zheng sat opposite very reluctantly.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Binghao's eyes showed a lot of shock.

Wang Zheng is not completely untouched with chess, on the contrary, in his juvenile growth period, Wang Fanghe will often pull him to practice chess together, and it is also called what kind of intellectual training and on-the-spot command training, Wang Zheng is not interested in this thing at all, but Wang Fanghe spoke, every day in the next game, every time a chess piece is eaten, he will be punished for running one kilometer, which must be completed within two days.

At the beginning, Wang Zheng was almost killed by the old man, and there was almost no piece of armor left, and he often ran until he was exhausted to sleep, and later as time went by, it may also be that he was abused more times, Wang Zheng's strength is also slowly growing, and gradually he will not lose so badly, maybe a game of chess, although he loses, but he also runs five or six kilometers at most.

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

This kid was miserable by the old man, and he has a psychological shadow.

Zhang Binghao's chess style has always been steady, hiding needles in the cotton, playing chess for so many years, he has never seen Wang Zheng's offensive method, just like coming out of the refugee camp and starving for many days, Wang Zheng almost eats when he sees the pawn, almost regardless of whether the chess piece is a bait or a trap, this is purely forced by Wang Fanghe.

Of course, Wang Zheng doesn't just care about eating, if he wants to be a pure foodie, he also needs to have two brushes.

The attack is wide open, the moves are sharp, and there is even a feeling of going forward bravely regardless of the rear.

Zhang Binghao's moves encountered Wang Zheng's like this, and he naturally felt a little powerless. In particular, the latter's binge eating style has completely blinded the eyes of the provincial party secretary.

"Okay, I'll throw in the towel." Zhang Binghao looked at the remnants on the chessboard and laughed: "Not bad, not bad!" ”

Wang Zheng said with a smile: "I haven't played chess for many years, but it's a little ugly." ”

Zhang Binghao looked at the few chess pieces he had left, and shook his head: "There are talented people in the country, and the older generation always has to give it up." ”

Zhang Binghao's words have a deep meaning, Wang Zheng didn't know how to answer for a while, he didn't understand Zhang Binghao's true intentions at all.

However, since the other party has already spoken, Wang Zheng can't help but answer, but says a little modestly: "Uncle Zhang, no matter how sharp the younger generation is, there will be a day when they will dive." ”

Zhang Binghao laughed, and no longer continued on this topic, but looked at Wang Zheng and said very seriously: "In the future, you can often come to the house to play chess with me." ”

Come back often!

What does that mean!

As Zhang Binghao, he can say such a thing, what is the deep meaning of this?

He is the backbone of the Soviet faction, and if he says this at this time, isn't he afraid that Su Fuhua will be held responsible? Isn't there a need to avoid suspicion?

Is this a blatant overture? Or is it possible for Zhang Binghao to change camps?

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

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in Wang Zheng's eyes, but he concealed it well, now he couldn't think so much at all, but said: "Uncle Zhang, as long as you come to Jinling in the future, I will come over." ”

Zhang Binghao smiled: "Okay, good, this is the best." ”

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

"Your father, he's rarely met a young man who he admires so much." Miao Miao's mother Liu Lihua is cutting vegetables, although she is already the chairman of a large state-controlled listed company, but the housework is not left behind, and the cooking skills are also very good, at this point, Zhang Miaomiao still needs to learn from her mother.

"Really?" Zhang Miao Miao Xiafei cheeks, listening to her mother's words, a trace of sweetness rose in her heart, the meaning of her mother's words, does it mean that her father has recognized Wang Zheng?

Liu Lihua looked at her daughter and sighed softly, her daughter will not stay when she grows up, she will grow up after all, she will fall in love after all, I just hope that this Wang Zheng can be worthy of Miao Miao.

"Mom, did my dad say anything about Wang Zheng?" Zhang Miaomiao's eyes were a little expectant, and she asked with a shy expression.

"Absolutely." Liu Lihua scratched Zhang Miaomiao's nose and said with a smile: "But I can't tell you." ”

"Why?" Zhang Miaomiao was very depressed

"What your father told me must not tell you what he praised Wang Zheng, lest Wang Zheng get carried away."

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

Zhang Miaomiao knows that her parents are in high positions, and their vision is very high on weekdays, and those so-called young talents can't get into their eyes at all, so Zhang Miaomiao is still happy from the bottom of her heart that her parents can appreciate Wang Zheng.