Fang Ming dropped a piece, and the situation suddenly became clear.
The trapped dragon that was dormant suddenly seemed to break through the clouds and travel across the sky.
With this big dragon as the center, all the black pieces lurking in the enemy camp came to life.
Fang Ming saw his son beating his son, and attacked everywhere, firmly containing Pan Tianhan's offensive. After several hours of fierce fighting, Pan Tianhan once again fell into a long test---
Time passed little by little. Pan Tianhan drank a few sips of tea, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the chessboard again.
The black torrent on the chessboard is so powerful and unstoppable that where should I throw my white piece?
"Pa." Pan Tianhan dropped his hand and threw the white piece into the chess jar.
After losing, Yan Qingcheng's eyes widened and she looked at this scene in disbelief.
Although Pan Tianhan was not a professional chess player, his chess skills were at least close to the level of a professional seventh-dan player. He did not see how Fang Ming prepared or how he won.
Outside the window, a cock crow broke the tranquility in the house, and the morning light first appeared, and the east was already white.
Pan Tianhan rubbed his eyes, put on his eyes, and sighed: "Young people are terrible, I still lost this game."
"However, this game is a good one to lose."
Yan Qingcheng was greatly surprised that Mr. Pan was still so happy after losing the chess game.
This endgame was played by his father Yan Dongsheng and Pan Lao ten years ago. At that time, neither of them made any move. They only said that "the mood is not suitable, and we will fight again in ten years." The agreement between the two at that time was full of mystery, and Yan Qingcheng was still a The little girl doesn't know what it feels like.
It wasn't until Fang Ming mentioned that he wanted to meet Mr. Pan a few days ago that Yan Qingcheng remembered this past incident.
If you win, is that all you win?
After a long and brutal fight, Yan Qingcheng finally won this round. Instead of feeling happy, Yan Qingcheng felt heavy.
"Young man, how did you do it?"
Pan Tianhan was as shocked as Yan Qingcheng. He once consulted Wei Xiaochun, the master of the chess world at that time. After Wei Xiaochun saw the chess game, he only said, "Black's chess is reserved for madmen."
Pan Tianhan thought so at one time, and Yan Dongsheng, whose chess skills reached the eighth level of his professional career, decisively chose to close the match and agreed to fight again ten years later.
Recalling Fang Ming's crazy and bloody ride just now, Pan Tianhan asked strangely: "Fang Ming, what on earth are you thinking."
"You risk your life and survive. What matters in this game is courage."
Pan Tianhan's eyes lit up and he began to look at Fang Ming carefully.
With wheat-colored skin, an angular face, and a hint of solemnity between his brows, the young master of the Fang family is indeed something special.
Pan Tianhan stayed at home, but he knew everything about the powerful circles. He had heard about the marriage between the Yan family and the Fang family for a long time, and Fang Ming's report on eradicating Dawa was still on his desk. Regardless of life and death, fame and fortune, Dawa was eradicated. This son's bloody nature cannot be described by a mere mess.
The liaison meeting of the Ministry of National Defense has just ended. The Chen family's power in the military community has expanded rapidly, the Li family has been completely defeated, and the Fang family has been steadily rising.
Pan Tianhan thought for a moment and asked bluntly: "Fang Ming, you came to see me for more than just this game of chess, right?"
Pan Tianhan had a real relationship with his grandfather Fang Ming. When Shi Wenzhong attacked the Fang family, Pan Tianhan wrote an article to support him. The other party asked him directly, and Fang Ming's answer was also very direct: "I came to see Grandpa Pan because I want to ask for help." I need your support."
"Support." Pan Tianhan nodded and sighed in response to the question: "Fang Ming, there are only two years until the election. If you want to get into the sight of the top management, you must take action to break the situation. Remember, break the situation."
After saying that, Pan Tianhan leaned back, closed his eyes, and looked tired.
After all, he was a seventy-year-old man. He couldn't withstand a night of troubles. After Fang Ming got the answer he wanted, he stood up, saluted, and said goodbye respectfully.
People at the top are very reserved in their speech: "break the situation" is the answer.
No matter how much money the Fang family earns or how many children they have spread throughout the military and political administrations, their roots are always in the land of China. Shi Wenzhong left Nanchuan Province and was transferred to the position of deputy secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. At his current age, he still has the chance to join the Politburo.
The Fang family has a certain influence in the military community, but compared with the Chen family, it is insignificant.
The ones who decide the final personnel trends in the military are the big bosses in Ziguang Pavilion.
Those are all top figures in the Chinese political circle. Many of them started from the grassroots level, fought continuously in the hierarchical bureaucracy, and finally reached the top.
It is not an easy thing to attract the attention of these people.
Fang Ming thought like this and walked out of the Pan family's old house unknowingly.
"Qingcheng, I want to treat someone to dinner."
"Who is it?"
"Shi Yuan." Fang Ming tried to calm himself down.
Yan Qingcheng's body trembled, her face seemed to have been scratched by an ice knife, and all her smiles instantly turned into ice chips and dissipated: "Okay, Fang Ming, are you still thinking about that foxy girl?"
Fang Ming defended: "You know I didn't mean that."
"What does that mean?"
"How about you go with me? I want to treat her to a meal and find out about things in the capital."
Yan Qingcheng suddenly laughed, poked Fang Ming's forehead with her jade finger, smiled charmingly, and the haze in the sky disappeared: "I was kidding you, fool."
The voice was gentle and the expression was charming. Fang Ming felt that his heart was about to melt. He stretched out his hand to hold Yan Qingcheng's slender waist, but the other party ran away and got into the car with a smile, waving: "Fang Ming, don't be fake.
It’s a really good show.”
The car cleared away the dust and drove away. Qingpi, who was in charge of driving, winked at his eldest brother. Even if this scumbag fawned over his eldest sister-in-law, he wouldn't leave him alone.
Fang Ming smiled helplessly. Fortunately, the Pan family's old house was not far from the main road. He walked a few steps, hailed a taxi, and dialed Shi Yuan's number in the car.
Shi Yuan was a little surprised when she received Fang Ming's call. She smiled charmingly on the other end of the phone and said, "Fang Ming, there is no such thing as a banquet, but I will still come."
At seven o'clock, Shi Yuan arrived on time at the luxurious top private club in Yanjing City, the Dihao Club Western Restaurant.
Shi Yuan wore a black low-cut evening dress, with her breasts half exposed, and her deep career line grabbing the man's breasts. A string of exquisite crystal necklaces hung around her pink neck, which further enhanced her beauty.
Such an elegant and luxurious woman, when she walked from the other end of the restaurant in a floor-length dress, the waiter holding the cup couldn't help but look sideways.
Shi Yuan's smile was full of laughter and her big eyes were full of tenderness. She walked very slowly, as gracefully as the drifting clouds in the sky. Every swing of her waist aroused the man's infinite desire.
This beauty, what is she going to do?
Fang Ming sighed in his heart. He was also a man of flesh and blood. When he met a fairy like Shi Yuan, he couldn't help but feel a little distracted and unable to control himself.
Fortunately, the Mahamudra of Tantric Buddhism makes the energy channels of the whole body normal and the heart is clean, so the rising desire is quickly suppressed.
Shi Yuan walked to the opposite side of Fang Ming. She held the table with both hands, and her breasts vibrated rapidly, almost bursting her evening dress.
"Fang Ming." Shi Yuan exhaled like a blue breath, and she sat down slightly, smiling evilly.
"Shi Yuan, you look beautiful tonight." Fang Ming was trying to be polite, but as soon as he said this, he regretted it.
Shi Yuan smiled extremely coquettishly, like a red lotus blooming in hell: "A woman likes her appearance, thank you for your compliment." After saying that, Shi Yuan turned her head slightly and asked the waiter: "Can the food be served?"
The stunned messenger finally came to his senses. He nervously wiped his sweat with a towel, walked forward, laid out a napkin for Shi Yuan, and then hurried to the kitchen.
A minute later, a dozen waiters wearing black vests and white shirts walked in steadily, holding silver trays in their right hands.
Caviar, salads and some appetizing desserts are the typical serving patterns of French cuisine.
Fang Ming made a "please" gesture, and Shi Yuan smiled sweetly, scooped up a small spoonful of caviar, and ate it gently. After studying abroad for many years, Shi Yuan often visited high society, and her eating posture was very elegant. , the lips rarely open or close, but are always pursed elegantly, and even when swallowing, the neck only moves slightly.
In comparison, Fang Ming's way of eating is much rougher.
He ate caviar in big mouthfuls, and even the waiter on the side felt that his way of eating was really inconsistent with the surrounding environment. After all, French cuisine is an art of taste.
Neither of them spoke until they finished eating the caviar. Shi Yuan put down her knife and fork, wiped the corners of her mouth with a snow-white silk scarf, looked at Fang Ming affectionately and said, "Mr. Fang, I forgot to ask what day it is today." , to be able to have dinner with you."