At a chess stall by the park entrance, Zhang Bin sat across from the shabbily-dressed old vendor. "Let's play three games, best of three," he said nonchalantly. "How about it?"
The old man chuckled, his goatee jutting upwards. "Young man, a game here costs five hundred yuan. As long as you have the money, we can play three games or thirty. It makes no difference to me."
"That's right, Master Xu never fears a challenge," said a middle-aged man standing nearby with a grin. "And the master isn't short on cash. If you're a good player, you could make a real fortune tonight."
