"Come, come, I've heard about your excellent chess skills. Play a game with this old man today, and don't go easy on me."
Old Fang joked from the side, "You really want to play a game with everyone you meet."
Old Jiang laughed heartily, "You know, it's my only hobby."
"Are you playing with black or white pieces?" Simon Sutton asked.
Simon replied, "White pieces."
And so the game began. Back and forth, neither giving an inch, both sides evenly matched. The spectators were amazed; everyone knew of Simon Sutton's exceptional chess skills, but they didn't expect him to hold his own against Old Jiang.
Time ticked away, and in the end, Simon Sutton lost to Old Jiang by just one move.
"Refreshing, refreshing, I haven't had such a satisfying game in a long time. Did you let me win, young man?"
Simon laughed and said, "No, sir, you were the better player."
In truth, he did hold back a bit; otherwise, it would have been a draw.
