As soon as Grandpa Jin hung up the phone, he dialed Zhou Heng's number. The conversation was brief and to the point.
"You've been exposed! Jing Min will be here soon. You need to move immediately!"
After saying that, he hung up without waiting for a response.
He sat back in his chair, his gaze fixed intently on the exquisite chessboard before him.
The chessboard, which had been perfectly laid out, now irritated him greatly.
He suddenly raised his hand and overturned the chessboard.
The chess pieces were scattered on the coffee table and carpet, making a crisp, messy sound.
The assistant quickly stepped forward, poured a cup of hot tea, and handed it to him respectfully.
"Sir, please don't get too angry."
"Young Master Jing is still young and doesn't understand your good intentions, so please don't push him too hard."
Old Master Jin glanced at the still steaming cup of tea, waved his hand, and said in a low, hoarse voice,
"Take this and have one."
The assistant was taken aback and advised,
"Sir, your health isn't what it used to be. The doctor specifically advised you to smoke fewer cigars... The entire Jin family is counting on you to keep things in order."
Old Master Jin didn't speak, he just looked at him, his eyes cold and hard as iron.
The assistant's heart tightened, and she dared not offer any further advice.
He had no choice but to take out a cigar that he had prepared beforehand from the drawer, light it, and hand it over.
He took it; his knuckles were prominent and slightly bluish-purple.
He took a deep breath, half-closed his eyes, and slowly exhaled a ring of smoke.
It felt like the stale air in my lungs had been expelled.
Then he asked in a deep voice,
"Has Yang Jinchu replied yet?"
The assistant shook his head.
"I can't get through on the phone!"
The old man's eyes changed, and he almost narrowed them for a moment.
Somewhat surprised,
Based on his investigation, his granddaughter-in-law's "ex" was definitely not a good person.
Unexpectedly, the other party repeatedly rejected his "kindness".
His already droopy eyes cast a deep shadow, his coldness as oppressive as a night rainstorm.
"Heh...not answering the phone?"
He chuckled softly, a smile that held a chilling undercurrent.
"I underestimated them—it seems these young people are getting too big for their britches."
The assistant hesitated, then offered him a cigar box, trying to persuade him to smoke less, but he raised his hand to block it.
Mr. Jin leaned back in his chair, his voice low and hoarse yet extremely clear.
"This Zhou Heng... he's really more trouble than he's worth!"
"I originally wanted to give him a chance to succeed, but he actually showed his face?"
"Jing Min found the flaw so quickly!"
He glanced at his assistant, his voice indifferent.
"Go, find someone to locate Zhou Heng's position and send it to Yang Jinchu."
The assistant was taken aback, clearly showing hesitation.
"You...you just had Zhou Heng moved..."
He didn't dare say the second half of the sentence, but the meaning in his tone was self-evident—wasn't this a "backstabbing"?
A glint of light flashed in Old Master Jin's cloudy eyes, like an old fox that had been sealed away for a long time suddenly opening its eyes.
"Zhou Heng is useless now."
"He couldn't even seize the opportunity that was offered to him. He must have thought he had victory in his grasp and did something stupid to provoke us, which allowed Ah Min to follow the clues and find out what he was doing."
He gave a cold laugh, his tone revealing indifference and clarity.
"This kind of person has no sense of the big picture; he'll never be able to beat Ah Min."
"Since it's a useless piece, I might as well discard it now, lest it ruin my next move."
He paused for a moment,
He turned to look at the servant who was carefully bending down to pick up the chess pieces scattered on the ground.
"I've played a perfectly good game, how can I let him fail at the last moment?"
The assistant took the chess pieces that the maid had arranged and placed them back on the chessboard one by one, according to the previous position.
The movements were steady and cautious, without daring to make the slightest mistake.
"Sir, your strategy is meticulous and your moves are deadly... I think even Young Master Jing is no match for you."
His tone was respectful, but his eyes held a hint of tentative flattery.
Old Master Jin's face darkened, and he remained silent.
With just a slight lift of his hand,
He flicked the embers of his cigar, and they landed right on the back of his assistant's hand as he set up the chessboard.
The assistant's brow twitched from the heat.
They didn't dare utter a sound, only standing silently with their heads bowed as if admitting their mistake.
Old Master Jin's rough, hoarse voice slowly rang out.
"Underestimating your opponent is a major taboo!"
“Although Ah Min is young, he is smart, courageous and resourceful.”
"Look at my Jin family's unworthy descendants, which one of them can compare to him?"
His tone grew increasingly low, and a complex, almost imperceptible look flashed across his eyes.
"Zhuo Er, Bo Lin...aren't they examples?"
Speaking of Jin Bolin,
He recalled the incident on the cruise ship, and a meaningful smile crept onto his lips.
"That girl, however... is quite clever."
The assistant has already rearranged the chessboard.
Grandpa Jin casually picked up a white chess piece, twirled it a few times with his fingertips, then looked at the board and murmured.
"Just watch, that Chu girl won't suffer. She's no ordinary woman; she's the kind of woman who can make my grandson so persistent."
"Zhou Heng is easily swayed. If that girl uses her charms a little, she might be able to escape before Jing Min arrives."
His tone was unhurried, as if he were describing a chess game that he had already won.
"Since people will be able to get out of trouble sooner or later, why not give Yang Jinchu some face?"
The assistant then suddenly realized, and his tone changed slightly.
"Does the master mean... that Yang Jinchu should find the person before Young Master Jing?"
Grandpa Jin did not respond directly, but merely gave a slight, ambiguous smile, and said...
"When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits—today I will be that fisherman who benefits."
He slowly leaned back in his chair, took a puff of his cigar, and his voice, deep and aged, emanated from the swirling smoke.
Yet it still exudes a hint of wise sharpness.
"Yang Jinchu doesn't reply to messages, seemingly unassuming and not competing, but actually... these kinds of people are the most cunning."
He nodded slightly, pausing briefly before speaking:
"Only he can rival Ah Min,"
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