In the chairman's office on the top floor, Old Mr. He and his old friend found themselves reluctant to end their chess match.
Assistant Gao Ruzhang stood by, occasionally glancing at the time. The game had been going on for over two hours, and the two old men had not yet determined a victor. Sitting for such a long time, Ruzhang couldn't help but worry about the chairman's back.
After checking his watch again, he couldn't help bending down slightly and whispered softly, "Chairman, you see—"
"Ruzhang, don't interrupt," Old Mr. He said gravely, holding a white piece in his hand.
"Yes," Gao Ruzhang acknowledged, since persuading the chairman was futile. He straightened up and silently waited.
About another half hour passed when suddenly, Old Mr. He let out a triumphant chuckle, "Old Li, you lost!"