Fu Yao said, "Aren't you a newspaper? You can't do it yet? Even a three-year-old child can do it. Come on, I'll teach you."

Fu Yao pulled the editor-in-chief and made a small table, and there was a little maid next to him put on a chessboard.

The editor-in-chief looked at the pile of commanders, generals, division commanders, brigade commanders, regiment commanders, camp tents, captains, sergeants, engineers... he was a little dizzy.

Fu Yao said: "This is a roughly corresponding military rank in our army. You can understand this commander as the commander of the three armies."

The editor nodded: "Yes."

After all, he runs newspapers and is knowledgeable and has heard of military ranks in the army. So after Fu Yao said it, he probably understood who is older and who is younger.

Fu Yao said: "As for the rules, this is also simple. The big ones eat small ones, and they can only move back and forth around the vicinity, and they cannot move sideways. Do you understand?"

The editor-in-chief said oh, and asked the military flag in the middle: "Who does this belong to?"

Fu Yao said, "Whoever wins will belong to whoever wins."

The editor-in-chief nodded repeatedly and asked again: "How to use this bomb and landmine?"

Fu Yao said: "The bomb can move, but you can blow up whoever you want. The mine cannot move, but people cannot move it. If you want it to move, unless you step on it and die together with the mine."

"But engineers can shovel the mines..."

The editor-in-chief listened for a while, then digested for a while.

He suddenly realized that this kind of chess seemed very simple and fun.

Fu Yao urged, "Come on now."

So the editor-in-chief started playing with Fu Yao.

This play took two hours.

Feng Jia was waiting for news in the general tabloid, drinking tea one cup after another, and felt that his bladder was about to explode.

He couldn't help asking the reporter: "Why haven't you come back yet?"

The reporter said: "This is normal. After all, it is an article by the censor. You must carefully study it carefully."

Feng Jia sighed and said, "Then I'll borrow the toilet."

The reporter said apologetically: "The toilet can only be used by people working here. After all, there are so many people who are mixed, so you can't explain it clearly if you lose something."

Feng Jia: "..."

He said, "Then I'll leave for a while. Go to the bathroom and come back."

The reporter hesitated: "If the editor comes back, you are not here. Then the page fee..."

Feng Jia thought about it, how much money is not money? Don’t want this money in vain.

He asked the reporter: "Which version do you think this article can be put on?"

The reporter said: "At least it's the secondary version."

Feng Jia made up the calculations, the secondary version is ten thousand yuan.

So he sat on the stool and held it tightly.

When it was dark, Fu Yao finally released the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief then had time to find Li Xin and talked aside the purpose of the matter.

Li Xin said curiously: "What? Feng Quli's article? Innocence? Take it over and take a look."

Li Xin took it out and looked at it for a while, and nodded pretending: "Well, it's well written."

Li Shui also took it over and nodded pretending: "Well, the writing is really good."

In fact, the two of them didn't know what this innocent fu was. They knew nothing about the good or bad words.

There are even some rare characters that Li Shui doesn't even know.

However, they at least knew that this was something Feng Quli called for justice and grievance.

Li Shui asked Li Xin in wonder: "Why is this person so confident?"

Li Xin said: "I don't know, are you mistaken? He is really innocent?"

Li Shui said: "It's impossible. Where did Wang Wu get so much gold and silver? That must have been given by him."

Li Xin said: "If it was really his gift, why was he so arrogant?"

Li Shui said: "He is indeed very arrogant. He not only wrote a poem about innocence, but also paid money and worked hard to hire a lot of accountants, as if he wanted to find out the truth."

Li Xin said: "I am increasingly unable to understand Feng Quli."

Li Shui said: "Yes, I can't even think of it even if I think about it."

The editor-in-chief coughed dryly next to him and asked, "Two sirs, then this article..."

Li Shui said: "Read, go to the front page."

Li Xin coughed dryly: "Brother Huai, that's my newspaper."

Li Shui said with a smile: "Okay, listen to Brother Li."
Chapter completed!