Yang Zheng, who returned home, thought for a long time.

He began to think about what it means to be alive.

As a human being, it seems that he is wasting his time.

He also seems to understand the real reason why the older generation of chess players, who can obviously not care about artificial intelligence and do not care about secular rumors, choose artificial intelligence as their last opponent.

That's it – they don't want to be left out of the world.

With the rapid development of science and technology, chess is constantly affected by the Internet.

In addition to the problem that the current chess world has been pressed by artificial intelligence, the biggest problem is that the aging of the Chinese chess world is becoming more and more serious.

Of the more than 170 existing chess masters in the country, seventy percent are over 50 years old.

Not only that, with the increasing number of tournaments, various commercial advertisements continue to be implanted, and advertisers and capitalists are increasingly inclined to choose young chess players as spokespersons.

In addition, the older generation of chess players are not proficient in computers and many social software, they live transparently, innocently, and also have no commercial value.

This has led to many older professional chess players, most of whom are like Uncle Li after they reach the age of retirement, and they have no choice but to mingle in the street chess game.

Looking at a world that is getting stranger and stranger...

Look at the families of children who see you as a burden.

They also want to prove that they have lived and that they have the same value as young people.

That's why they're so obsessed with artificial intelligence.

I shouldn't doubt the motives of these older chess players, and I should think more about them.

After all, as professional chess players, although they are old now, they have also been young, and they have also spent most of their lives for the motherland, for the times, and for their ideals.

You should also have a goal.

Although Yang Zheng knew that he was missing a goal now, he didn't know what goal to set for himself for a while.

The original winning of the Muzi Cup at the beginning is now not a goal in his eyes, but as simple and boring as drinking water and eating.

As his chess strength continues to increase, his desire to win or lose seems to be slowly decreasing.

It's like the last sentence of a chess player of the same age.

I don't seem to be able to accept myself as a professional chess player.

Because as long as you become a professional chess player, you have to bear more responsibilities and "burdens".

I also know that I am not the strongest now, and if I meet a strong chess master, I may not even have the strength to parry.

Not to mention artificial intelligence, although he beat the chess robot yesterday, he has been losing to artificial intelligence today.

It seems to be an escape, and it seems to be a choice.

Yang Zheng didn't go to sleep until two o'clock in the morning the next day.

Wait for him to wake up and look at the screen full of messages.

He also understands that there are some things that he can't decide.

Since you can't decide, you can only face it bravely.

At the door of the Huajia Chess Club, there were many people standing, although it was only eight o'clock in the morning, but everyone did not see any tiredness on their faces.

Some of them carried video cameras, some held mobile phones, and some held briefcases full of contracts.

They were waiting for someone.

A person who looks ordinary, but can change the fate of many people.

And that person is Yang Zheng!