It is rare for a new announcement to cover the old one.

The foremen came to watch, and some people read it aloud.

Architectural Society Bulletin, No. 0137. Due to a staff error, Proclamation No. 0136 issued yesterday was incorrect and is hereby revoked. The Association deeply regrets the adverse impact caused by this, and now solemnly apologizes to the white-handed comrades. I hope that all members will not spread rumors or rumors. The announcement is hereby made by the Municipal Building Association. ”

This is an announcement to rehabilitate Zhaoxue for the white hand.

Sun Jianguo's friends clamored.

"Girl, what's going on?"

The little nanny glanced at her, "I won't look at it." ”

"Is it fake?"

"Red paper and black letters with official seals, you say it's true or fake."

"Is there a mistake?"

"The association is next door, you can ask for yourself."

The little nanny turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, the little nanny stopped and turned around, "The old man and the old lady said that whoever wants to tear up this announcement will never be able to step into the Quanye Hotel." ”

Not to mention, this warning was too timely, and two hands were about to stretch out to tear up the announcement, and after listening to the warning, he quickly retracted it.

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

Everyone was looking at Bai Shou and Sun Jianguo.

White-handed, in addition to smoking and drinking tea, he was still reading the newspaper.

Sun Jianguo's face was ugly, and he sat there stiffly.

Smack.

Sun Jianguo got up and pushed down the wooden chair with a backrest.

Sun Jianguo left, and the group of people around him followed.

Xie Honghong couldn't believe it, and looked at Bai Hand stupidly.

"What's going on, Xiaobai, what's going on?"

White Hand shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know." ”

"Loaded, loaded. Xiaobai, what is the relationship between the two of us, is it necessary to hide it from me? ”

"Lao Xie, I swear, I really don't know."

Xie Honghong pondered, "Could it be that Party A's Arhat is trying to help you behind your back?" But that's not right. Arhat has made it clear that unless absolutely necessary, it is not yet that far. ”

The white hand was vaguely aware of who was helping him.

Xie Honghong is still guessing, "Is Lao Zhang secretly exerting his strength?" His little bit of face is not big enough. Was it discovered by the conscience of the old Hades? I heard that the old king of Hades still has a little daughter who has not been married, so he has to recruit you as a son-in-law? ”

The white hand couldn't help laughing, Xie Honghong was a little funny, especially when he guessed blindly.

More incredible things are yet to come.

The little nanny came in again, holding another piece of red paper and pasting it next to the announcement she had just posted.

Everyone watched again.

Xie Honghong squeezed in and read aloud:

"Architectural Association Bulletin, No. 0138. Recommended by the Municipal Construction Bureau, the executive director meeting of the association decided to elect a white-handed comrade as the director of the association. This decision shall take effect on the date of announcement. The announcement is hereby made. Municipal Building Association. ”

The big reversal, the super big reversal.

Xie Honghong returned to his seat, looked at the white hand again, and did not withdraw his gaze for a long time.

"Xiaobai, you can't hide it."

White-handed smiled modestly, "General, third in Shanghai." ”

"Talk about it, talk about it."

Playing tricks with white hands, "The secret of heaven must not be revealed." Lao Xie, it's better to see through than to say it, and it's better to guess it than to see through it, so don't ask. ”

Nodding, Xie Hong said in a low voice: "I copied it." Xiaobai, let's talk about it, I'll follow you from now on. ”

The development and outcome of this matter, the white hand did not expect.

Eat nearby at noon.

Xie Honghong was happy, drank a few more drinks, and returned to the Quanye Hotel, where the guy lay on the table and fell asleep.

When the white hand passed by the old man's side, he saw a chessboard and a game of Go on the small table in front of the old man.

The old man closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

He folded back with his white hand, took a small stool, and sat down at the small table.

The old man didn't open his eyes, but there was a kind smile on his wrinkled old face.

Without speaking, he took out an old photo from his bag and gently placed it on the chessboard.

This is a group photo, taken more than 20 years ago.

There are thirty-two people in the photo.

The photo was taken by Lao Li from his wife, Professor Qiao.

It was taken in honor of a retired old professor at the original Municipal Institute of Architecture and Design.

At that time, Professor Qiao had just been transferred to the School of Design.

And this retired old professor, named Qi Zaikun, is the old man in front of his hands.

Qi Zaikun is also the master who once instructed Yan Precious .

The old man reached out and picked up the photo, daring to love his old eyes with a slit open.

"It's not easy to find this picture." The old man opened his eyes and smiled.

The white hand told the origin of this photo.

"I don't know any Professor Joe."

It turned out that since his retirement, the old man has lived in seclusion and has almost no contact with the outside world, including people in his former unit.

When the old man retired, Professor Qiao had just entered the School of Design, and of course he didn't know him.

"Old man, thank you for helping me."

"What?"

"Thank you for helping me." White-handed again.

The old man looked at the white hand, or two words, "What?" ”

The white hand came to his senses and stopped talking.

"The children can be taught."

The old man returned the photo to his white hands, and put them back in his bag with his white hands.

"Old man, I'll accompany you for the next game?"

The old man shook his head, "No." ”

White hands happy, "Afraid of losing? ”

"I'm afraid of losing." The old man admitted with a smile.

The white hand is even happier, "Your old man is also afraid of losing?" ”

The old man smiled: "Everyone is afraid of losing, isn't it?" ”

White Hand nodded.

"I'm afraid of losing, because if I play with you, I will definitely lose."

When the old man said this, he agreed with his white hands, an old man in his eighties, and the best chess skills could not be played by a young man in his twenties.

"Life is like chess." The old man suddenly sighed.

The white hand moves in his heart, life is like chess, the old man is dialing him.

The old man pointed to the chessboard again, and then stretched out his hand to draw a circle, "The chess is outside the board." ”

"Yes." White Hand nodded again.

"Personnel and personnel, people before things, things are people, people are things, things are not treated, people can be treated, people do things, do things, do things."

After pondering it with his white hands, he hurriedly got up and bowed to the old man.

The old man leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and returned to his sleep.

The white hand silently retreated.

The tacit understanding with the old man is a secret, and the white hand has always been hidden in his heart.

The white-handed salted fish turned over and became a legend in Shanghai's architectural circles.

No one knows the inside story, because the white hand is tight-lipped as a bottle.

The old king didn't say a word, but suddenly wilted.

Sun Jianguo is no longer as arrogant and domineering as before, and he has come to the Quanye Hotel less often.

For the white hand, the old Hades is no longer a threat.

However, the white hand did not completely let go of his humiliation.

There is revenge and no revenge, and the villain also has a heroic heart, and he never forgets it with his white hands.

This time, two people saw what was going on in the hands of the white hand.

One is Xie Honghong and the other is Dong Peiyuan.

Two people have to do something for their own hands and for themselves.