468 Is this old man okay?

Chen Chen is different from any other seedling that Mr. Chen has encountered.

Most children, even geniuses, at this age don’t know what they want and just do whatever their parents tell them to do.

But Chenchen's inner core is so strong and stable that he knows what he wants and what he wants to do at such a young age.

Neither anxious nor blindly following.

Most adults can't do this.

I don’t know whether to say that his parents gave him a good education or that it’s just innate.

"Chenchen, Grandpa Chen is the head coach of the national Go team. If you ever change your mind and want to learn from Grandpa... ahem, let's go out and play a game together. You can always find Grandpa."

Mr. Chen revealed his identity and gave the choice to Chen Chen.

He originally said out of habit that he wanted to learn Go from his grandfather, but then he thought that Chenchen's level was comparable to his and his moves were unexpected. This was the first time he was suppressed by someone and he had to focus on defense. Moreover, Chenchen was still in the rising stage. All he lacked was a little practical experience. After a few more games, he would be able to surpass Chenchen.

He had already lost all his skills and had nothing to teach Chen Chen. Instead, he needed to learn from Chen Chen and improve the team's combat capabilities.

Even if Chen Chen doesn't participate in the competition, it is great for giving the Go team members some practice.

He might be able to morally blackmail Chen Chen by saying that national honor is more important than personal choice, or convince Chen Chen's parents to encourage Chen Chen to play for the national team.

But he couldn't and wouldn't do that. A child like Chenchen couldn't be forced, and he didn't want to and wasn't willing to force him to do anything he didn't want to do.

As long as this child grows up happily, he will be a pillar of the country no matter what field he serves in the future. Playing chess is really just a small pastime in his life.

Chen Chen nodded: "Yeah, Grandpa can come and play chess with me when you are free."

Grandpa Chen: "Then Grandpa will bother you often in the future, please don't think he is annoying you."

Chen Chen shook his head: "No, Grandpa Hu's friends are our distinguished guests."

The little boy made the two old men so happy with just a few words that they were almost grinning.

…

Su Taotao and Fu Yuanhang walked around the university and found that although the place was large, there were not many suitable places for shops.

Business these days is all done covertly, and is basically the same as the "No. 1 Noodle Shop in Beijing," in the form of a family workshop, using one's own belongings to make noodles and do small business.

Either it's a mobile "ghost stall" or a guerrilla war of chase and hide with the red-sleeved badges.

Renting a shop to do small business is not very popular yet.

The weather in February was too cold. They probably didn't get much today. Su Taotao and Fu Yuanhang were about to go home, but they were almost splashed with a basin of water. They also heard some cursing:

"Get out! Get out! I would rather burn my house down than give it to you! You are all hoping that I will die, and you want to eat my entire family up and divide up my house, but you can't do it!

I tell you, I will sell the house soon and live a life of luxury, so why are you still thinking about it? "

The person who was splashed with cold water in the middle of winter replied:

"Uncle, that's not what we meant. Aren't you sick? We came to see you out of kindness. It's not what you think..."

The old man, who was full of energy and showed no signs of illness at all, went back to the house and got a broom:

"I knew at first glance that you were just weasels paying New Year's greetings to chickens with ulterior motives! You actually cursed me to get sick on New Year's Day. Why would I get sick when I'm standing here? I think you are the ones who will die young!"

Another high-cheeked middle-aged woman who was hit was obviously in a bad mood:

"You are an old man who has occupied a dead place and has no children to see you off to the grave. You already have half of your legs in the coffin, but you are still occupying such a big house and not letting the living live there!

How come the thunderbolt of drought hasn't struck you dead yet, you black-hearted monster? You just watch your nephews and grandchildren sleep on the streets and refuse to rent a room for them, right?

Fine, fine, you deserve to have no one to see you off to the grave. Die with your house in your arms. I’ll see who’ll come and smash the pot on you when the time comes!”

The old man smiled instead of getting angry and looked at them sinisterly:

"Admit it? Admit that you were eyeing my house? Just admit it. I've said it before, whether I burn it, hand it over to the state, or sell it, it's not your turn to question it!

I am a pauper, I have no son to look after me, so what? I have money and a house, I can spend my old age in peace, what about you? You come to my door like a dog, wagging your tail and begging for mercy, but if you have a son to look after you, can you come back to life after death? Or do you not have to be a dog in the six realms of reincarnation?

That’s right, people like you deserve to go to hell after you die! You’re not even worthy of being a dog!”

The middle-aged woman was so angry that she almost fainted: "You, you, you old man, I'm going to fight you!"

The middle-aged man, whose expression could no longer be described as ugly, held her back:

"Let's go, isn't this embarrassing enough?"

The woman slapped him in the face: "It's all your fault! You bastard, you were bullied like this and still kept silent. I was blind to marry you, a damn bastard!"

The man, with a slap-marked face, bowed to the old man:

"Uncle, I'm sorry to bother you today. I'll come to see you another day!" Then he pulled the woman away.

The woman shook off the man's hand, swearing all the way, and turning back to glare at the old man from time to time.

This war of words was truly spectacular; northerners really know how to curse. Su Taotao and Fu Yuanhang, who usually don't like to join in the fun, actually stood on the sidelines and watched the entire show.

"Is the show over?" the old man suddenly asked.

Su Taotao came back to her senses and said, "Sorry, Master. We are the ones who are meddling in other people's affairs."

After saying that, he planned to leave with Fu Yuanhang.

"Wait." The old man called them.

Fu Yuanhang stood in front of Su Taotao without making a sound:

"Anything else?"

"Sister and brother?" the old man asked again.

Fu Yuanhang: "It has nothing to do with you, right?"

"That's it," the old man looked at them carefully, "They are good-looking. There are no educated youth who are so white. They must be college students nearby," the old man said to himself, and then asked, "I see you have been wandering around for a long time. Are you looking for a house?"

Fu Yuanhang and Su Taotao looked at each other.

Fu Yuanhang said calmly: "Yes."

The old man said without any context, "Come in!" and turned back to the house.

Fu Yuanhang and Su Taotao looked at each other again, and the corners of their eyes couldn't help but twitch. Is this old man okay?

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