Reborn as a prince, achieve the pinnacle of power

"What a bastard!"

Looking at his son's departing back, Zhao Jianping cursed him with lingering anger.

"That's enough. Hong Jie has always been so successful. It's okay for him to suffer a little loss."

Zhao Wenyuan stopped his son from venting his anger and consoled him, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. The Chu family can't always be smooth sailing. It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Then, he changed the subject, with a trace of worry on his face: "Chen Mingtang, I asked you to arrange for someone to contact the military to transfer him to your department for processing. Is there any progress?"

When Zhao Jianping heard his father mention this, the anger on his face gradually subsided. He frowned and replied, "Dad, this matter is a bit tricky. The military's attitude is very tough. They said that unless godfather agrees, they will not transfer Chen Mingtang to other departments."

Zhao Wenyuan frowned after hearing this, picked up his thermos cup and took a sip. After thinking for a while, he said, "Chen Mingtang likes to play tricks. He must have evidence that is unfavorable to us. We must find a way to get him into our hands."

Zhao Jianping nodded in agreement, but sighed and said, "I also personally called Zhao Zhigang to discuss this, but he was adamant that he would not agree to it. He insisted that he would not hand it over to the Chief Patrol Office until he had a warrant from his godfather."

Zhao Wenyuan also sighed and said quietly, "These people in the military are just like Chu Wanjiang, they are all a bunch of stubborn and stubborn people... I just hate that our Zhao family has never been able to gain a firm foothold in the military, and they are always hesitant when it comes to doing things."

Zhao Jianping felt helpless when he heard his father's words. Although the Zhao family has a certain influence in politics and business, its foundation in the military is not strong enough. This is also the reason why they often feel powerless when dealing with some sensitive issues.

This is the biggest difference between them and the old Chu family.

The Chu family is well-involved in politics, military, and business, and its influence is growing.

Both father and son were a little worried for a while, not knowing how to break the situation...

After lunch the next day, Young Master Chu did not join the gathering among the women of the old Chu family, but came to his grandfather's courtyard in advance.

In October in Beijing, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn air is crisp and refreshing.

The sky was a deep blue, with a few white clouds floating leisurely. The sun shone through the thin clouds and sprinkled on the ancient alleys, covering the city with a golden coat. On such an afternoon, everything in Chu Wanjiang's courtyard seemed particularly peaceful and beautiful.

In the courtyard, an ancient ginkgo tree stands quietly. Its leaves have turned from green to yellow, like a bunch of golden fans, swaying gently in the breeze. From time to time, a few leaves fall and cover the blue brick floor, like a golden carpet carefully laid by nature.

In a corner of the courtyard, the old man sat alone beside an antique chess table. On the table was an exquisite chess set. The paint on the chess pieces was slightly mottled, revealing traces of time.

His fingers slid gently across the chess pieces; every movement seemed steady and powerful, as if he was playing chess with an invisible old friend.

"Grandpa, I'm here to see you."

Young Master Chu's voice broke the tranquility of the courtyard.

Hearing the loud voice of his eldest grandson, Chu Wanjiang raised his head and a kind smile appeared on his rosy face.

"Yuchen, you're here just in time. Play a round with me."

Chu Wanjiang looked at his eldest grandson, with a hint of pride and satisfaction in his eyes. He put down the chess piece in his hand and motioned Chu Yuchen to sit opposite him.

"Okay! I'll play two games with you this afternoon."

An old man and a young boy sat opposite each other, and soon the chess pieces were rearranged.

The game started the same as usual, with the first cannon and the horse jumping.

"Yuchen, why are you alone here? Didn't Xiaolu and Yitong come with you?"

The old man asked with a smile on his face, chess piece in hand.

"Today, the women in our Chu family have made an appointment to go shopping together."

Young Master Chu jumped his horse forward, preparing to use the classic "screen horse" layout to protect the central soldiers, while looking for an opportunity to launch an attack, and replied nonchalantly.

Chu Wanjiang nodded slightly, his eyes always focused on the chessboard, and the rook in his hand slowly moved to the river, which could be used for both defense and attack. His chess playing style was steady, and every move showed his calmness and composure after careful consideration.

Then, he asked with concern: "Yuchen, I heard that you are going to Fujian Province tomorrow?"

"Well, we'll leave tomorrow."

Young Master Chu nodded slightly, and continued to push the chess piece in his hand forward, jumping out another horse, forming a favorable situation of two horses in a row.

"I've seen the military exercise plan this time, but it's a bit risky! Tell me, how much did you participate in the planning of this military exercise?"

Chu Wanjiang was not in a hurry. He moved his soldiers to strengthen the safety of the veteran general, and at the same time left more options for his subsequent attack. His car moved to the river bank, which could be used for defense or to attack with other chess pieces. He asked casually.

"I didn't participate in much of the planning, I just suggested, 'If the enemy can come, I can also go.'"

Young Master Chu's eyes seemed to be evasive, and he replied in a low voice.

The eldest grandson's expression did not escape the old man's keen eyes. He smiled faintly and said nothing more.

As the game gradually entered the middle stage, the two players' game became more intense. Chu Wanjiang's chess pieces were like a solid city, stable and difficult to break; Chu Yuchen's chess pieces were like brave warriors, constantly testing the opponent's defenses.

"Yuchen, do you know what is the most important thing in playing chess?" Chu Wanjiang suddenly asked, but the chess piece in his hand did not stop, and still landed accurately on the chessboard.

Chu Yuchen pondered for a moment and replied, "It's patience and strategy, Grandpa."

Chu Wanjiang nodded, then shook his head: "Patience and strategy are important, but what is more important is the mentality. No matter how the chess game changes, you must keep a normal mind. This way you can see the situation clearly and make the most correct judgment."

After hearing this, Chu Yuchen nodded thoughtfully.

Life is like chess, you have no regrets when you make a move!

As a general, one should sit in the tent and command the country.

Instead of showing off your bravery and charging into battle!

It seems that the old man is still a little worried about his proposal for the final military exercise to be held in a foreign land.