"Uncle." Lu Hedong called out, taking the large cup of boiled water poured by the secretary and quenched his thirst first. The weather had gotten hotter, and after rushing around the Beijing station for two days, the place was known for its strong winds and sandstorms.
"You've worked hard, Lu Jun." Seeing the weary look on his nephew's face, Lu Hedong, who doted on him, personally went to fetch a chair for his nephew.
Old Master Lu watched the uncle and nephew exchange courtesies over a chair and coughed.
Both returned to their seats.
"Grandfather." Lu Jun spoke respectfully.
"How thoroughly have you grasped the situation?" the old man asked, fidgeting with two chess pieces in his hand and staring intently at the chessboard without looking aside.
