Chapter 39 Father and Son Game
The night is foggy and the majestic Taiping Mountain is sleeping in silence.

As deep winter approaches, when everything should be withering, the front yard of the main house is kept lush and green by a gardener.

In the study room in the backyard, under the half-suspended Chinese-style eaves by the window, the faint scent of sandalwood incense lingered. At nine o'clock in the evening, father and son were playing chess.

The black and white pieces on the chessboard clash silently. It seems that each piece moves slowly and steadily, but in fact, each move is pressing forward step by step, and each move contains murderous intent.

The head of the Chen family, who is over sixty years old, has a calm face and a calm and solemn aura. Even though he has retired to the second line, the pressure from a high-ranking official who has been immersed in the power field for many years cannot be ignored.

"How is it being handled in California?"

When Chen Jingyuan raised his hand to make his move, he heard the person opposite him speaking slowly.

He didn't have any emotional ups and downs, and spoke truthfully, "It's calm now, you don't have to worry."

Don't worry.

This is probably the sentence most often said by the eldest son in the family and his father, Chen Song.

Chen Song put the chess piece in his hand back to its original position, turned his head and took the Hong Kong Evening News from the tea table beside him. The headline in large letters was eye-catching. It was the news of "severing ties" that had caused a sensation in the circle last time.

The newspaper fell neither lightly nor heavily on a corner of the chessboard, blocking Chen Jingyuan's next attack.

My father had a strong and clear attitude. He never tried to mediate on certain controversial issues because there would be no results and there would never be room for easing the situation.

The only thing Chen Jingyuan could do was to plan before taking action and put the situation in front of Chen Song, leaving no room for reversal.

In terms of means and courage, Mr. Chen is a hundred times more ruthless than his father.

"I don't want to say more about the Zhang family. It's fine if you don't value the friendship between old friends, but in the business world, you should always leave a way out for everything."

At this point, Chen Song paused, his face suddenly darkened, "You went to Lian Wu Island for a three-day inspection, and after returning, you gave me such a big 'birthday gift' without saying anything, cut off cooperation with this port, and directly reached out to the capital. Tell me, what do you want to do."

The tone is not harsh, but the sense of oppression is full.

Chen Jingyuan was used to it. The chess game was interrupted. He leaned back against the yellow pear wood chair with a leisurely attitude, rubbing the chess pieces with his fingertips and playing with them. He said calmly: "When you say leave a way out, you mean you want the Zhonggang ship to carry more maggots like Zhang, right?"

The four words "maggot on the tarsal bone" caught Chen Song off guard.

After being stunned for a long while, he reminded in a deep voice: "Although they are dependent, the Zhang family's loyalty is unmatched. China and Hong Kong do not need a strong alliance, nor do they need to rush to explore new areas that they have never set foot in. The most important thing is to win in a stable manner."

"In order to seek stability, the development of Lianwu Island only focuses on the present and does not care about the future." Chen Jingyuan's tone was cold.

"What the future holds will be driven by the industry situation."

Chen Song lifted the newspaper and threw it aside, then issued an ultimatum, "If you want to develop the North China market, I have no objection even if you have to replace the Beijing branch, but the focus of the biomedical industry chain must be in this city."

To put it more bluntly, it means that he should abandon China Resources and choose Zhang Group.

Last time at Genting Highlands, I had preliminary contact with the chairman of China Resources. Both parties have common intentions for cooperation, but have not yet had a formal strategic deployment talk.

Chen Song naturally grasped this point, knowing that nothing was set in stone and there was still possibility of correction.

The atmosphere in the room became stagnant.

This silence comes from Chen Jingyuan.

He picked up the purple clay teacup and sipped it without saying a word, his dark eyes slightly closed as he stared at the chessboard in front of him.

The black and white pieces are intertwined, and the game has reached a stalemate. Either each side takes a step back, or the battle will continue endlessly.

How similar to the current situation.

Just after the father and son had been silent for five minutes, there was a clear knock on the door outside the study, followed by the calm voice of the middle-aged housekeeper, "Chairman, it's time for you to take your medicine."

Chen Jingyuan rested his watch-wearing hand on the edge of the tea table. He lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at the time slowly. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

The chairman of China and Hong Kong is cultivating his character. Under normal circumstances, this point would have been lost long ago.

I really put a lot of thought into a game of chess tonight.

This game is doomed to fail.

Chen Jingyuan put down his teacup and stood up, picked up the file bag at the side, pulled out a personnel transfer letter from the headquarters, and slowly placed it in front of Chen Song. At this moment, the housekeeper came in with medicine.

"It's late at night. Chairman, please go to bed early after drinking. I'll take my leave first." Chen Jingyuan picked up the suit on the hanger and put it on his arm, ready to leave.

Chen Song saw this and said, "Wait a minute."

The eldest son stopped.

Signaling the butler to hand over a pen, Chen Song signed at the bottom with a stern face, and said in a tone that implied a warning, "To manage the affairs of the group, you must know how to proceed step by step, and don't always kill them all."

Chen Jingyuan raised his lip when he heard this, "I treat every meritorious official in China and Hong Kong equally, so how can I kill them all?"

If he hadn't been labeled as a 'trusted and loyal minister', I'm afraid that this time, more than just a personnel transfer letter would have passed by under his nose.

The study was quiet, with Chen Jingyuan standing with his back to the teacher.

The butler handed him the signed document and said with a kind smile, "Young Master, why don't you stay at Taiping Mountain tonight? It won't be too late to leave after lunch tomorrow. You haven't seen the chairman for more than two months."

It is true that I have not been back to the main house for more than two months.

Chen Jingyuan nodded slightly to the housekeeper, then walked out of the study.

Meaning, stay.

After everyone left, the butler helped the master drink his medicine and was about to put away the chessboard when he was stopped by Chen Song.

He fixed his eyes on the chessboard, expressionless, and said, "Just leave it like this and see what the final outcome will be."

What could be the ending?

The father and son have the same temperament and neither can prevail against the other.

The butler shook his head and sighed secretly, then followed Chen Song's instructions and moved the chessboard intact into the inner tea room.

The next morning, the eldest daughter of the Zhang family came to visit.

Zhang Ruohan was a frequent visitor to Taiping Mountain. She came from a prominent family and was well-educated and well-mannered. Her gentle and graceful temperament was deeply loved by the mistress of the Chen family.

Near noon, Miss Zhang accompanied Mrs. Chen in arranging flowers in the front hall.

The housekeeper was instructing people to prepare lunch.

At first, Zhang Ruohan thought that she had something to do in the afternoon and planned to leave early, but she accidentally heard Mrs. Chen say that Chen Jingyuan was also in the main house today.

So, under Mrs. Chen's insistence on staying, she nodded and agreed.

Having a meal and meeting someone can make you feel satisfied.

There were still ten minutes before dinner was served. While Mrs. Chen was called away by the housekeeper, Zhang Ruohan had nothing to do, so she strolled to the backyard observation deck.

As expected, there was a tall figure standing there.

She paused, stood quietly where she was, and looked at him with a long and absorbed gaze.

The man was on the phone, whether it was official or personal business, a gentle breeze blew across her face from the top of the mountain, and Zhang Ruohan's heart was also rippling along with the low, mellow voice.

Chen Jingyuan had already noticed someone behind him, but he was so focused on the call that he ignored it.

After answering the phone, I turned around and saw that the person coming was the eldest daughter of the Zhang family.

Seeing that the man had finished his work, Zhang Ruohan came to her senses, calmed herself down, and walked towards him.

Although she was delighted, she also maintained the reserve that a lady from a noble family should have. She nodded and said hello: "Mr. Chen is here too, what a coincidence."

Knowing that he didn't like people getting too close, Zhang Ruohan was very sensible and took the initiative to stop two steps away.

There was silence for a moment.

Chen Jingyuan's expression was calm, and he didn't delve into the other party's so-called "coincidence".

(End of this chapter)