Chatting

Just as Zhou Hao was thinking about his next step, his phone rang.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou..." Zhou Hao listened to the conversation on the other end of the phone, and a smile appeared on his face.

A moment later, he hung up the phone.

"Mr. Wu, I can't play chess with you anymore. I still have some matters to deal with." Zhou Hao stood up and said with a smile.

"Go settle them." Mr. Wu, who was sitting opposite Zhou Hao, was still looking down at the chessboard, preoccupied.

"Chu Ning, I've thought of what you've thought of. You're the one who personally presented this loophole!" Zhou Hao thought darkly as he walked out of the room.

The residents of Qinghe Village had been keeping a low profile for the past few days. While Wen An was trying to mediate the internal conflicts in the village, he was also trying his best to appease the people so that they would not have any conflicts with the residents of Houtu Village.