Won the chess game.
Lao Yun's gloom was swept away, and he was so excited he could hardly speak, clasping fists with those around him: "Ah, I, Lao Yun, won this small game purely by chance, purely by chance."
"Congratulations Mr. Yun for winning the first game."
"Mr. Yun, while you're hot, take him down a few more games."
"What do you mean 'while you're hot'? Mr. Yun's chess skills, I'm afraid there isn't anyone in the whole Mingjiang Prefecture who can compare."
Yun Ziliang's confidence swelled as he won this round.
Zhou Xuan used his intuition and knew the Chess Boss had let him win – he could have won but didn't, just stringing Yun Ziliang along.
"Brother Xuan, could it be that the vendor made a wrong move?" Zhao Wuya asked softly.
Zhou Xuan laughed and said, "If he could make a wrong move in such a famous game, why would he set up a stand? He'd just lose constantly. Letting him win is just letting him win, no explanation needed."
