In name only: The land of Handong, I shall rule its fate.

Provincial Party Committee, Office of the Full-time Deputy Secretary.

"Governor Zhiyuan, please."

Gao Yuliang extended an invitation, and between the two, a chessboard with nineteen lines clearly laid out, with black and white pieces placed in the chess box.

"good!"

Lin Zhiyuan was not polite at all. He took the black piece and moved first without hesitation. His fingertip placed the black piece in the center of the board.

Tengen!

Gao Yuliang choked for a moment.

In Go, one must first fight for the corners, then take the sides. This is an age-old principle of Go. Anyone who is not a novice knows that moving first to the center is almost equivalent to resigning.

The DNA of a great professor is stirring.

Gao Yuliang wanted to reprimand the ignorant young man in front of him, but since the other party wasn't his student, he held back. However, he couldn't help but ask, "Governor Zhiyuan, have you ever played Go before?"

"Not many, less than ten plates."

Lin Zhiyuan thought about it seriously. It seemed that only two families around him liked to play Go. "I played with my dad and father-in-law, but they stopped playing with me after that."

what!

Gao Yuliang smiled knowingly.

Who would guide someone like you, Lin, to play this game? If you win, it's an unfair victory; if you lose, you'll be infamous for eternity.

"In the Central Plains, heroes vied for supremacy."

Lin Zhiyuan crossed his legs, rested his chin on his left hand, and propped his elbow on his knee. "I suppose Go is the same way."

Ok?

Gao Yuliang looked up in surprise. This was the first time he had heard such a statement. He saw that Lin Zhiyuan's face and eyes were calm and composed, as if he were looking down on the big picture and seeing the future through the details. Losing a move first was nothing more than a little hardship. Occupying the center was both a playful thing and a pursuit. It seemed that he was carrying the momentum of the central army to sweep across everything.

What a Lin Zhiyuan!

As expected of you.

Chess is also about pushing forward with the overall momentum, but a chessboard is a chessboard, and all sorts of variables can change in an instant. If you lose the initiative, can your overall momentum still be built up?

Gao Yuliang lowered his head again. Although there was only one lone black piece on the chessboard, it seemed as if there were thousands of troops and horses, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

The white piece gently lands in the small eye at the top right corner.

His actions are upright and principled, firmly rooted in reality, just like the person he is.

"Secretary Gao, has anyone ever said you're old-fashioned and boring? You even take a casual game of chess very seriously."

As Lin Zhiyuan spoke, he casually placed another piece down, relaxed and unpredictable.

"Is there?"

Gao Yuliang shook his head and denied it, saying, "I'm not a boring old scholar."

"At least that's what my wife thinks. She finds my explanations of the Ming Dynasty history witty and humorous, and she really enjoys them."

Gao Yuliang made another move.

Yo!

He's starting to compare his wife to others. So what if she's twenty years younger? So what? She's still not as young and beautiful as my own Yanbao.

The two of them went down faster and faster.

Gao Yuliang consistently progressed step by step, guarding the corners and expanding his territory, making every move meticulous and watertight, steadily bringing all the fertile land in the four corners under his control. His edge was continuous and solid, and his points were leading step by step, making his advantage on the board clearly visible.

On the other hand, there are very few haters.

The lone piece hangs in the center, neither encroaching on the corners, nor seizing the edges, nor taking ground, allowing the white pieces to gradually devour the surrounding territory.

Precarious.

Collapse could happen in an instant; the outcome was already decided.

At least Gao Yuliang couldn't think of any other possibility of retaliation. His eyes finally relaxed slowly, and a faint, controlled smile appeared on his lips.

"I heard that Jiangdong's current development plan also came from Governor Zhiyuan?"

Lin Zhiyuan rolled his eyes.

Professor Gao, how come you've also started hearing about this, supposedly from someone?

"Secretary Yuliang, please speak frankly."

Lin Zhiyuan continued to make his move, "This is your office, there's no one else here, no need to beat around the bush."

Row!

Gao Yuliang was taken aback. For a gentle and refined scholar like him, encountering Lin Zhiyuan always felt like a scholar meeting a soldier, a sense of helplessness.

My thoughts wandered.

Thinking back to the time when Elder Chai and Elder Li came to teach, I, an old man nearing retirement, was almost verbally abused to the point of having my Daoist heart collapse.

I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life.

The fact that he didn't shed tears on the spot was Gao's last shred of self-respect.

"After this incident, the subsequent impact on Diaozhou will likely surpass that on Jiangdong and Chuzhou."

"For the development of Diaozhou and the stability of society, I would like to ask Governor Zhiyuan to make a customized development plan so that Diaozhou can have the confidence to rise again from the ruins."

Gao Yuliang's tone carried a pleading quality, like the mournful cry of a crow on a withered vine at dusk.

"for this?"

Lin Zhiyuan paused slightly while playing chess, and the black piece was placed down again.

Gao Yuliang wanted to say something more.

After finishing his move, Lin Zhiyuan took out several folded A4 sheets of paper from his suit pocket and handed them over, saying, "These are what you wanted."

Gao Yuliang was stunned for two or three seconds before belatedly taking it with both hands and eagerly opening it. It was the Diaozhou Development Plan Outline that he had been longing for.

It was obtained so easily?

Gao Yuliang felt like he was dreaming. He knew that Yang Wanli had gotten nearly 10 billion yuan for Luzhou, the Zhao family had given up almost all of their wealth to save their lives, and Chuzhou, though seemingly not taking any, had actually swallowed up the funds of the entire business community, including Jiangdong. Sha Ruijin had also given up project resources worth nearly 10 billion yuan in Lighthouse Coins.

Only Jingzhou invested heavily, but Jingzhou is the provincial capital, and the other twelve cities, no matter how dissatisfied they are, are still the provincial capitals.

to this end.

He was prepared for a massive hemorrhage.

But the reality is...

It was so easy to get it.

Gao Yuliang even wondered if he was dreaming, or perhaps it was an incredibly beautiful dream, but the planning outline in his hand felt so real.

"Governor Zhiyuan, could you please explain the details of how this plan will be implemented?"

It took Gao Yuhao a while to react. He held the man in his palm as if he had found a treasure. He had also served as the secretary of the Luzhou Municipal Party Committee. The worst thing for a city's development is not a lack of people to contribute, but the lack of a clear direction.

Lin Zhiyuan provided it.

"I have a few good resource projects in my hands."

Gao Yuliang, worried that they wouldn't agree, added to the argument.

"Make a list of the resources you have, and I'll pick some."

Now that things have come to this point...

Lin Zhiyuan had absolutely no concept of politeness, and he opened his blood-red mouth to eat directly, saying, "Let's finish this game of chess first."

"good!"

Gao Yuliang readily agreed, and the candidate failed again, making the situation completely hopeless.

Finish!

Lin Zhiyuan followed closely behind, placing a seemingly ordinary piece, but it landed in an unexpected position, instantly cutting off the center of the white pieces. All the black pieces scattered on the board came back to life, like sharp knives slicing the white pieces that had the upper hand.

That piece truly resembles the linchpin of a dragon.

With this as the core, a dense network is woven, connecting the nineteen lines of the chessboard.

The white pieces were imprisoned, confined to a small corner, with no room for expansion, and all advantages instantly solidified into stagnant water.

The balance of power shifts, and the black pieces gain momentum.

Sweat poured down Gao Yuliang's forehead and temples like drops of soybeans falling onto the chessboard.

"We lost!"