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Chapter 122 Old Uncle’s Advice

"General!"

"Haha, nephew, your chess game is terrible!"

"Come again, come again!"

Jin Guirong pinned his pawn on Chen Zhen's veteran general and laughed proudly.

Seeing that his veteran general was gloriously killed in battle, Chen Zhen could only shake his head helplessly, then reached out to take the defeated pieces next to the chessboard and reset them one by one.

A horse moves across the sun, an elephant moves across a field, and a soldier crosses the river without looking back.

Although Chen Zhen is very thoughtful, when it comes to playing chess, he understands everything but knows nothing about it.

In his eyes, the game of chess is much more advanced than the so-called international chess.

A chess game is ever-changing and mysterious, and often one chess piece and one clever move can determine the direction of the entire chess game.

My old man likes to play chess and can be called a chess fanatic.

On weekdays, I grab the people around me, give them benefits, and play chess with them.

But playing chess is all about talent. If you are not enlightened, you are not enlightened, and you cannot do half of it.

"Uncle, if you want to play chess, you shouldn't come to me!"

"Xiao Anzi is the best in chess."

"I'm just a stinky chess player. If you try to play with me, the more you play, the more stinky you'll get!"

"How about I call him for you?"

Chen Zhen picked up the tea cup, took a big sip, spat out the tea foam, and complained endlessly.

As soon as Jin Guirong heard that Chen Zhen was about to call Xiao Anzi, he quickly held his hand that picked up the phone.

I still know my own weight well.

It's okay to kill Chen Zhen, an amateur player, but if he plays against a master like Xiao Anzi, he will only lose.

It’s better not to suffer through this!

"You still have the same virtue as before!"

"If you can't win, just look for Xiao Anzi!"

"That kid is too aggressive and has no mediocrity at all. He starts off with a flurry of horses and ends the game in less than five minutes."

"We're still at the same level. There's no shit to do this afternoon. Relax!"

"This time, I'll give you a horse!"

Jin Guirong recently recruited a top student from the Chinese Department of Yenching University to be his ninth concubine.

This ninth aunt is obsessed with the Four Books and Five Classics, and she is the one who talks a lot about them.

When Chen Zhen came to congratulate her, he finally experienced how powerful this ninth aunt was.

He took out all the ancient literature knowledge that he had stored in the bottom of the box, and then passed the danger.

Jin Guirong is an old man and young wife, newlyweds, naturally very affectionate.

While getting along, this old man also felt the profoundness of Chinese studies, and he couldn't help but fall in love with it.

So Jin Long found a lot of ancient books and hid in the office all day, working behind closed doors.

Among the many ancient books, Jin Guirong liked the Doctrine of the Mean the most, but he couldn't explain any great truth, so he could only talk about the title of the book.

In traditional Chinese culture, moderation is the highest virtue.

In the opinion of many scholars, the highest ideal of Chinese life should be a moderate life.

Chickens and dogs hear each other, and they will never interact with each other until old age and death!

If there were only Chinese people on earth, perhaps this ideal paradise would be possible.

"Uncle, we are all members of our own family, so don't be too mediocre."

"They're all useless snacks!"

"There are a few scholars from the Qing Dynasty in Harbin, Juren. If you really like Chinese studies, I will bring them over to you."

"Don't waste your time studying in bed every day."

"You also have to take care of your body."

"Headshot!"

Chen Zhen moved the cannon to the center and teased Jin Guirong.

Seeing that Chen Zhen was taking the lead, Jin Guirong immediately mobilized his remaining horse and blocked the front. Then he grabbed a fan and knocked Chen Zhen on the head.

"You're just making fun of me, I deserve a beating!"

After the beating, Jin Guirong's face showed a look of unfinished content and a lewd smile: "Actually, I found that this book is better read in bed!"

"Haha! Hahaha!".

Seeing how disrespectful Uncle Jin was, Chen Zhen had no choice but to let him do what he wanted.

"Yesterday, the commander called me!"

The chess game continued. Jin Guirong took a sip of Biluochun from the tea cup, glanced at Chen Zhen who was thinking hard across the table, and suddenly said this sentence.

Chen Zhen's hand that was about to make a move suddenly stopped.

A veteran like Jin Guirong must mean something when he says something.

Although he is rude, he only cares about money and plays with women.

But Zhang Jinghui had many captains of bodyguards and adjutants. Chen Zhen alone knew eight or nine of them.

Jin Guirong is the only one who sits in a high position.

The rest is to serve as a small regiment commander in the army below, or the best thing is to be the deputy chief of staff of the Xing'an Army.

In terms of power, he has no real power, but in terms of money and ranking of power in the Manchurian government, Jin Guirong is undoubtedly the first.

It's impossible to achieve this without two brushes

This is just the beginning, what follows is the real topic.

"What did uncle say?"

"I just wrote him a letter last week, telling the Jiang Defense Fleet Headquarters that I had finished handling it."

"We will be given a separate small dock to allow us to import and export goods."

"Did something happen to Xinjing?"

Chen Zhen pushed the car up, then fiddled with two sunspots in his hands and asked casually.

"Haha, eat a horse!"

Jin Guirong landed the cannon on Chen Zhen's horse, shouted proudly, and took the horse in his hand first, so that Chen Zhen would not regret the move.

Chen Zhen chewed his teeth regretfully. This old guy must have deliberately disturbed his concentration.

Otherwise, even if he is blind, he can still notice the murderous serial cannon.

"No regrets when you make a move, your chess quality is your character!"

Jin Guirong said proudly first, blocking Chen Zhen's words.

The chess pieces were all taken away, and he couldn't regret it even if he wanted to.

Chen Zhen could only swallow this bitter pill.

"Someone recommends becoming the deputy director of the Metropolitan Police Department!"

Jin Guirong slapped the horse heavily on the other chess pieces and said helplessly.

Deputy Director of Harbin Police Department!

This is a good position, and there are not many people watching.

Due to geographical reasons, Harbin is very important in the territory of Manchukuo.

The Metropolitan Police Department is also the direct manager, so every position change is eye-catching.

However, some kind of god doesn't want his own good, so he throws himself into this raging fire.

I am really grateful to his eight generations of ancestors!

"This is not a recommendation, this is a compliment!"

Jin Guirong was afraid that Chen Zhen was too young to understand the pros and cons, so he pointed it out directly. After speaking, he looked at the child in front of him, who he had watched grow up.

After waiting for two seconds and seeing that Chen Zhen didn't speak, he continued: "If a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it."

"What a simple truth!"

"Our Manchukuo has just been established, with hundreds of industries waiting to be developed, and there is a shortage of talents everywhere."

"But you, little Zhenzi, have not yet turned thirty this year, and you already have a large number of troops. In Harbin, there are really not many people who are more powerful than you."

"I heard that you want to get involved in the red wine business. That old fool Sun Liang used your post to visit hotels one by one and ask them to sell your red wine."

"Bao Guancheng, our mayor Bao Da, his family is also in the wine business. He dares to get angry but dare not speak out!"

"This is the mayor of a special city, under the direct control of the Prime Minister's Office. Although he will step down in a few days, his power is still there."

"I don't even dare to steal business from you!"
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