It was another sunny day. I stood on the archery tower of Xuanwumen and looked towards Xuanwai Street on the other side of the moat. There were loud gongs and drums, flags fluttering, and huge crowds of people spontaneously holding banners high and holding small flags in their hands.
Thousands of people gathered in front of a store, blocking the busy Xuanwai Street.
"China will win!"
"Defeat the Dongyi people!"
“Promote our country’s prestige!”
They were shouting at the top of their lungs and cheering for each other. Their voices were like a strong wind blowing the waves, one wave higher than the other, soaring into the sky.
Originally it was just a private Go exchange event without official involvement. However, after several consecutive days of reports in major newspapers, it has quietly climbed to the height of patriotism. Even the Shanghai Shenbao and Pingjin Newspapers, which have the largest circulation in the country,
"Ta Kung Pao" directly used "China-Japan Go War" as a follow-up report.
After the Fourth Revolution of the Republic of China, the Chinese people's favorability towards Dongyi dropped sharply. The "Church Case" a while ago even caused a large demonstration by the people in Peiping. On this basis, this Go exchange event has obviously become a smokeless event.
war.
He Qi was afraid that uninvited guests would come to his door at night, so he didn't go back. He stayed in the chess hall with Brother Xun and Qian Xuan, and dealt with them casually all night. Now, listening to the huge noise outside the door, the blood all over his body suddenly boiled, as if he was under the influence of someone else.
There is a power awakening in the dark, and I can't hold it in any longer.
Qian Xuan hurried into the chess room, his face flushed, and he said excitedly: "Yu Bai, there are many people outside, and everyone wants to meet you. Why don't you go out and say a few words to everyone."
Brother Xun was making tea and turned around and said: "Let everyone leave first, don't block the road and let the Dongyi people see the joke."
Qian Xuan disagreed, squeezing his neck and retorted: "I just want the Dongyi people to take a closer look. This is called home field advantage."
While talking, He Qi had already walked towards the door. The accountant Lao Wu removed the door bolt and opened the door. He Qi opened the curtain and walked out. A bright sunshine immediately penetrated into his heart, and his eyes were filled with warmth.
Everywhere, there are cheering faces, sincere and passionate, pure and frank.
"Ka! Ka Ka!"
Several bright lights flashed past, which were spotlights, freezing He Qi's figure standing under the "He Qi Zheng" plaque at this moment. This was the first photo of He Qi in this era.
"Mr. Yubai, do you have anything to say about this battle?" a reporter from the "Beijing News" asked.
"The battle to correct the name of Chinese Go." He Qi said.
"Mr. Yubai, I am a reporter from Ta Kung Pao. I would like to ask you, there are so many people here today, do you have anything to say to them?"
"Compatriots, I'm very grateful that you are here. Thank you in advance." He Qi bowed and saluted, and then said: "But the road is blocked. Those who are in a hurry will definitely scold me. You can leave later.
Well, just wait for the good news."
"Then do you think you can win?" The person who asked this question was a foreign reporter, speaking broken Chinese.
For Chinese people, this was a very unlucky thing to say, and it immediately attracted criticism. He Qi put out his hand to stop him, took a step forward, looked at the foreign reporter, and asked: "Which newspaper are you from?"
The foreign reporter showed the nameplate on his chest and said, "I am a reporter from Zi Lin Xi Bao."
He Qi also saw the nameplate and said with a smile: "Hello Mr. Jonathan, you just asked me if I could win. Do you think I can win?"
Jonathan thought for a while, shook his head honestly and said: "Before this, I found all the records of Mr. Takabe Dohei's battles with Chinese chess players, and they all won. Mr. He, I'm sorry, I don't think you can win."
Mr. Michei Takabe."
He Qi did not lose his temper, but said: "If I asked Mr. Arthur Wellesley, who fought at Waterloo a hundred years ago, whether he could defeat Napoleon, I think his answer would be yes."
"The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken!"
"That's my answer."
After saying that, He Qi turned around confidently and returned to the chess hall.
Jonathan could understand the first half of He Qi's sentence, and was proud of it, with pride in his eyes. However, Jonathan did not understand the second half of the ancient poem, and asked the Chinese colleague next to him what it meant?
This actually caused a burst of laughter. Fortunately, the Chinese colleagues conveyed He Qi's meaning accurately.
At nine o'clock, Takabe Michipei came on time. Because he has lived in China for many years, he was wearing a long gown and a long beard today. At first glance, he really thought he was an authentic Chinese person.
It's a pity that Takabe Michei's Chinese dialect is not very good. Nakajima Hideoji served as the translator, and several Dongyi people accompanied him. He Qigu was calm, as if Nakajima Hideoji had never visited.
The upper and lower floors of the chess hall were full of people watching the game, but it was completely silent and quiet. They all held their breath and looked forward to it.
The two guessed first. He Qi took the black stone first and started with the Chinese flow. Different from Gu Rushui's "low Chinese flow", it was a "high Chinese flow". The first move was to play the star position, and the second move was to play the adjacent corner.
Small eye, move 3rd and go 49th.
Takabe Dohei glanced at He Qi suspiciously, then fell silent and fell into thinking.
Someone in the chess hall immediately said: "Is this a variant of Chinese style?"
Gu Rushui said: "Brother Yubai calls this high Chinese flow, and the one I used before was called low Chinese flow."
Someone else asked: "What's the difference between these two types?"
Gu Rushui did not explain, but said with a smile: "Everyone, you will know after looking back."
He Qi has studied Takabe Dohei. This is an "original" school, that is, it focuses on accumulated advantages, focuses on operations, is not good at fighting, and likes peaceful development. It is a bit like the "worry-free corner". To deal with this kind of players,
The best way to defeat an enemy is to break his rhythm, fight with him, and fight whenever you get the chance.
The main direction of "High School Flow" is still at the small end, but the layout is fast and the main target is the midsection. This forces Takabe Michio to not give up the idea of peaceful development, otherwise the midsection will be lost and the game will be over.
Takabe Dohei naturally realized that, according to the Chinese habit, he stroked his beard and thought for a long time, but decided to abandon the established strategy, pursue stability instead, and wait for opportunities for He Qi to make mistakes.
Next, it’s He Qi’s rhythm.
He Qi is not Gu Rushui, who loses the layout and relies on the middle game. For the abacus of Takabe Michei, the first fifty moves are not given the slightest chance, and he has already gained a big advantage.
Zi, in addition to sticking eyes, he also defeated seven or eight eyes.
It was a big win, a clean one.
For Takabe Dohei, this was a disastrous defeat. He Qi was beaten so hard that he had no ability to fight back.
The front yard was already cheering, and the huge cheers spread to the back yard, making Nakajima Biduoji look very embarrassed. Inadvertently, it reminded him of his dignity that was thrown away by He Qi that night, and he didn't want to stay for a minute longer.
Gaobe Daoping was okay. After standing up, he bowed and saluted, and said briefly to He Qi: "Mr. Yubai, thank you for your advice. See you in the afternoon."