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Chapter 591: Chapter 591. See Through It at a Glance

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Song Shi laughed, trying his best to warm up the atmosphere.

He glanced at MO Qian fawningly, then turned to look at Zhuang Ming and the others beside MO Qian. He pretended to think momentarily and said, “Why don’t we go into the venue and discuss it? Anyway, I have to communicate with the director first. Let’s go in together!”

Zhuang Ming and Lin En looked at Song Shi in confusion. Even though they didn’t say anything, they understood each other’s intentions. Zhuang Ming smiled, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. He said, “Alright, let’s go in and talk! I also have some questions for Mr. Song Shi and the people who arranged today’s audition.”

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When Song Shi heard Zhuang Ming’s tone, he felt something was wrong.

However, he didn’t show it on his face. He just smiled at Zhuang Ming and MO Qian, who was beside him. He walked in front and led them into the audition room.

Zhuang Xian, who had followed the staff into the inner room, had already talked to the director for five minutes. The director seemed very satisfied with Zhuang Xian’s appearance and figure. He kept sizing her up and would nod occasionally to show his satisfaction.

“From what you said, you should be very good at Go, right?” Murakami looked at Zhuang Xian excitedly and asked happily.

He held a fine white chess piece in his hand. Before Zhuang Xian could answer his question, he raised his hand and gestured for Zhuang Xian to sit on the chair opposite him. On the table between them was a half-finished Go game.

Murakami chuckled as he looked at Zhuang Xian. His eyes were filled with encouragement and some interest. He continued, “Come closer and take a look.

In this game of chess, can the white stone still be saved?”

Zhuang Xian was a little confused. Although she had little experience in auditions and commercials, Director Murakami’s request was bizarre. Who would ask the other party to play chess with them during an audition?

Although Zhuang Xian felt that Murakami’s actions were a little strange, she thought about how her father had asked her to do this. She sighed subtly and walked over to sit down.

She glanced at the chessboard in front of them. After only two seconds, she said softly, “This is the final game between China’s Wu Xu 7-dan and Japan’s Ida 6-dan in the Tianyuan Go competition not long ago, right?

I’ve watched a bit of this match. Shiroko is an Ida 6-dan player but still lost to

Wu Xu. Wu Xu used this victory in the Tianyuan Tournament to go straight to

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7-dan.”

Listening to Zhuang Xian’s explanation, Murakami knew he was not wrong. Zhuang Xian was not lying. She did know how to play Go, at least the kind that could play it!

As for her actual level, Murakami had no idea. This was because Murakami had never heard of anyone named Zhuang Xian among the young female Go players in China, at least not anyone above 2nd dan.

Murakami became excited as he thought about these things. He smiled and continued, ‘You know quite a lot. Do you know how to play Go? Have you ever participated in a domestic match? How is your rank?”

Zhuang Xian looked at the chessboard in front of her without any mistakes. She did not have any particular reaction after hearing that. She only asked indifferently, “Is this important? Is the number of Go moves a requirement for you to choose your spokesperson?”

As she spoke, she raised her eyes and casually picked up a white chess piece with her slender fingers. She looked at Murakami indifferently and raised her hand slightly. She placed the chess piece on the chessboard and continued, “Since you have such high expectations for your spokesperson’s Go skills, why don’t you find a professional Go player? How could there be any actor who knew how to play Go?”

Murakami looked at the spot where Zhuang Xian had placed her piece as if his soul had suddenly been sucked away by something. He was stunned, and his brows slowly furrowed.. He even mutters, ‘What do you mean by sticking your hand on me?”

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