Super Rich: Rebirth of the Top-Tier Rich Second Generation

"Alright, let's not talk about these unpleasant things anymore. How about playing a couple of games with Grandpa?"

Jiang Chaoyang pointed to a sandalwood chessboard in the corner of the study, his eyes showing a hint of interest.

"Sure, but let me make it clear beforehand that my chess skills are so-so, so please don't complain about how badly I play later."

Jiang Yan calmly got up, walked to the chessboard, sat down, and picked up a white piece.

The two sat facing each other, and the atmosphere in the study changed accordingly.

We were just talking about the power of ministries and the trivial matters of the Ministry of Science and Technology, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the grandfather and grandson playing chess, and the atmosphere instantly became much more relaxed.

Secretary Wu knocked on the door and came in, bringing them fresh hot tea. He then quietly stood aside after seeing them playing chess.

The game begins.

Jiang Chaoyang, playing black, made the first move, placing his stone at the star point in the upper right corner. His playing style was bold and unrestrained, exuding a domineering and sharpness honed through years of war and conquest.

Jiang Yan responded calmly and unhurriedly.

On the surface, Jiang Yan's moves were quite standard, and he seemed to be just a beginner who knew a little about the game.

But in reality, in his brain, honed by top-notch physics and advanced mathematics, this 19x19 chessboard had long since become a precise mathematical model!

The essence of Go is computational power. Jiang Yan's computational power may not be as good as that of a professional player, but it's definitely enough to deal with his grandfather.

Even before placing the first ten pieces, Jiang Yan had already mentally deduced the possible variations for the next dozens of moves.

He not only figured out how to win, but also how to lose and how to draw.

My mother Lin Wantang's WeChat message flashed through my mind: "After you go, your grandfather will definitely ask you to play chess."

"Grandpa is very competitive, so you'll have to secretly let him win a little."

Giving a handicap in a game sounds simple, but it's actually a hundred times harder than winning.

If you give way too obviously, it will be an insult to an elderly person in a high position, and will backfire and make him angry.

You must make it so subtle that the elderly person feels they fought a hard battle and narrowly won thanks to their experience; this is how you provide the greatest emotional value.

Thus, Jiang Yan began his "precise score control".

In the middle stages, both sides engaged in fierce fighting in the heart of the battlefield.

Jiang Yan deliberately left a hidden flaw in the crucial "struggle".

This flaw is hidden behind a three-step calculation, and ordinary people would never notice it.

But with Jiang Chaoyang's decades of experience and keen insight, he would surely be able to discover it if he examined it carefully.

As expected, Jiang Chaoyang frowned and stared at the chessboard in deep thought for a full three minutes.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he slammed down a black piece, severing one of Jiang Yan's large dragons!

"Hahaha! You're still young and impetuous, aren't you? You're too eager for quick success!" Jiang Chaoyang clapped his hands and laughed, his face flushed, pointing at the chessboard.

"Grandpa will take this territory without hesitation!"

Jiang Yan timely revealed a look of annoyance, shook his head and sighed:

"As expected, experience counts. I was only focused on the solid ground in the bottom left corner."

"I didn't expect you to outmaneuver me with your feint attack. I concede defeat."

"Again!" Jiang Chaoyang won a game and his enthusiasm was completely ignited.

In the next two games, Jiang Yan brought this control to its extreme, which was honestly more tiring than his normal performance.

In the second game, Jiang Yan didn't give away too much.

He kept the game very close and ultimately won by a narrow margin of half a point against Jiang Chaoyang.

It makes the elderly feel the tension and excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

In the third game, he deliberately dragged it out into a tug-of-war, and finally lost by a "regrettable" margin of three points.

Grandpa won the best-of-three series.

"That was great! That was really great!" Jiang Chaoyang tossed the chess piece into the chess box, picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp, his face full of a joyful smile.

"When I play chess with my old subordinates, they're all trembling with fear, afraid of beating me."

"That was a sham game! It's much more fun playing against you, kid. We're evenly matched, and it's so satisfying to play against each other!"

Jiang Yan silently tidied up the chessboard while responding with a smile:

"I used every ounce of my strength, and I lost most of my brain cells, but in the end I still couldn't turn the tide."

"Your strategy is too sophisticated; my overall perspective is still lacking."

"Grandson still needs Grandpa's guidance in all aspects, after all, you are the pillar of our Jiang family."

Jiang Chaoyang was delighted by his grandson's subtle flattery and praised Jiang Yan for his eloquence.

Old Wu, standing to the side, was more than just shocked.

As Jiang Chaoyang's chief secretary, Lao Wu was not only well-informed but also had extensive experience.

He catered to the leader's preferences and was also a highly skilled amateur Go player.

Others might not be able to see it, but from God's perspective, he saw all three games clearly from beginning to end!

Old Wu noticed that Jiang Yan's moves were always quick, accurate, and ruthless, regardless of whether he had an advantage or a "disadvantage."

There was no rush, no chaos.

It wasn't like they were locked in a fierce battle; it was more like they were just going through the motions!

What gave Lao Wu the creeps the most was the third game.

Jiang Yan had already predetermined the outcome of losing by three points by seemingly random moves in the first twenty moves of the game!

This kind of insane computing power is simply beyond the reach of a novice!

An eighteen-year-old boy with not only superhuman intelligence, but also terrifying emotional intelligence and shrewdness.

He clearly had the ability to annihilate his opponents, yet he skillfully maintained control of the situation, creating the illusion of a stalemate.

He subtly made a seasoned national elder laugh heartily, and the whole process was completely unpretentious.

While pouring tea, Old Wu couldn't help but glance at Jiang Yan.

Just then, Jiang Yan also raised his eyelids and made eye contact with Lao Wu for a second.

Those were eyes that seemed to see right through you, as if calmly telling Old Wu:

"You've seen through it, but don't say it out loud."

Old Wu's back immediately broke out in a sweat, and he quickly lowered his head to continue pouring tea quietly.

This eighteen-year-old young master possesses an unfathomable grasp of human nature and a profound cunning.

That's absolutely terrifying!

The Jiang family has such a prodigy; as long as nothing goes wrong...

It's a foregone conclusion that the Jiang family will continue its prosperous future!

After the game of chess ended, Jiang Chaoyang had to deal with some documents and told Jiang Yan to rest for a while.

Jiang Yan took out his phone and opened Xu Qinghe's WeChat.

I'm staying at Grandpa's tonight, don't wait for me.

Less than three seconds after the message was sent, the "typing is in progress" indicator started flashing.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Qinghe's reply caught my eye:

[Yes, sir. Everything at Wanliu Academy is ready.]

The weather forecast says there will be showers in Beijing tonight; please remember to dress warmly.

I will be at your service at home at any time.

She didn't act coquettishly like a typical girl, nor did she try to find out where he was.

Xu Qinghe fully demonstrated the attributes of a perfectly tamed butler.

She was very clear about her role; her sole purpose was to absolutely obey Jiang Yan's every instruction and provide the most exceptional service.

After reading it, Jiang Yan locked his phone and put it in his pocket.

Such a trouble-free butler is indeed convenient.

It's free of any troublesome emotional entanglements, efficient, and enjoyable.

As evening fell, the setting sun bathed the entire red-walled compound in a solemn golden hue.

Jiang Yan did not ride in the Maybach he had arrived in, but instead followed his grandfather Jiang Chaoyang into a black Audi A8 with the license plate "京A00008".

This seemingly inconspicuous license plate carries more weight on the streets of Beijing than any limited-edition supercar worth tens of millions.

It represents an unspoken, absolute privilege.

The car drove out of the office area and turned into a large courtyard next to Jingnanhai without any signs.

However, judging from the security level here, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, this place is clearly a residence only for high-ranking national officials.

The car stopped in front of a two-story building with gray bricks and red tiles. This was Jiang Chaoyang and his wife's private residence.

As soon as I stepped into the living room, a rich aroma of food wafted over me.

An elderly woman with a full head of silver hair, wearing an elegant cheongsam and an apron, was carrying a steaming plate of braised lion's head meatballs out of the kitchen.

"Oh my, my dear grandson, you've finally arrived! Come quick, let Grandma see if you've grown taller again!"

When the old lady saw Jiang Yan, her eyes instantly narrowed into slits with a smile.

She quickly put down the plate, wiped her hands on her apron, walked over and grabbed Jiang Yan's arm, looking him up and down carefully, her eyes full of deep affection.

"Grandma, I'm already 1.85 meters tall. If I grow any taller, I'll break through the roof of our house."

At this moment, Jiang Yan completely transformed into a filial and cheerful young man, reaching out to put his arm around his grandmother's shoulder.