He was publicly humiliated by his post-1995 supervisor at the company - "Lu Chen, you, an old guy, can't keep up with the times." After getting off work, he returned to the rental house and looked at the yellowed photo on the wall - the podium of the national finals five years ago. He was holding the trophy and smiling like a child.
The phone suddenly vibrated: a message from an unknown number.
"The "Interstellar Era" National Masters Championship has a prize pool of 20 million. I know you can still play. - Old Han"
