Feng Quli was very energetic and must force Feng Jia to submit the manuscript as soon as possible.
Feng Jia tried his best to stop him.
Stop him because of the relationship between master and servant for many years.
But...there was no stopping the success.
Feng Jia sighed and said helplessly: "Master, do you really want to publish it in the newspaper?"
Feng Quili said: "Of course."
Then, he looked at Feng Jia with some confusion: "What's the matter with you? Why do you keep pushing the envelope? Is it because you are afraid of Huaiguzi?"
Feng Jia coughed dryly and said with some embarrassment: "Master, you must know that since banishing the immortal to the court, he has repeatedly fought with others and has never lost."
"How many people are full of self-confidence and want to overthrow Huaiguzi and become famous overnight. But now? They have all made a pile of loess. Even their names have been forgotten by the world."
"Young man, do you think we are taking too many risks this time?"
Feng Quli was silent for a while, then slowly shook his head and said: "I am different from them. There are ten reasons why I can bring down Huaiguzi."
Feng Jia looked at Feng Quli in surprise.
Feng Quli said confidently: "First, those who have gained the right will get many help, while those who have lost the right will have little help. Huaiguzi is arrogant and domineering in the court, and there are many people who are dissatisfied with him. But I have always been easy-going in the court, and my friends Many. Once I go to war with Huaiguzi, someone will definitely help me."
Feng Jia said oh.
Feng Quili added: "Secondly, the accountant has left and made sure there are no problems with our accounts. We are already in an invincible position. So why are we afraid of Huaiguzi?"
Feng Jia laughed dryly and said weakly: "That's right, the master is thoughtful."
Feng Quili added: "Thirdly, Huaiguzi has indeed won many battles. But that is because his opponent is too weak. Has he ever fought with someone of such high status as me?"
Feng Jia shook his head and said: "No, absolutely not. At the same time, Feng Jia's mind came to Zhao Teng and Chun Yuyue who were forced to be close friends, Li Si and Wang Wan who were embarrassed, and they were already dead. Zhao Gao..."
Feng Quli continued to say confidently: "Fourth. This time I didn't take the initiative to bring down Huaiguzi, but I was forced to do this step by step. I had to do it and I had to try my best. And Huaiguzi may not need it. Give it your all. Comparing the two, one is trying his best and the other is not, how can I be invincible?"
Feng Jia responded: "Yes, your Excellency is right."
Feng Quili nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Besides, we courtiers went to Shangjun Courtyard to attend night classes a few days ago. One of the lessons talked about probability. It was said that one and a half taels of money were thrown into the air to see what was right. opposite."
"If there is no intervention, about fifty times it will be positive and fifty times it will be negative. This is the probability."
"How many people have Huaiguzi defeated now? How many people have he defeated? Even from a probability perspective, I should win this time."
Feng Jia looked at Feng Quli in confusion and thought: This thing... can also use probability? So profound.
Feng Quili continued: "Fifth, my poem on innocence is sincere and can make people cry when read. It will definitely arouse repercussions in the hearts of the people."
"Finally, I am confident that if this can be done, I will reach the sky in one step. If it cannot be done, I would rather retire and return home."
"This self-confidence makes me sure to win. And because of this self-confidence, the probability of success for the unreasonable reasons doubled. The five reasons instantly became the top ten reasons."
Feng Jia: "..."
Also...there's no need to make up the numbers like this, right?
Feng Quili smiled and asked, "How is it?"
Feng Jia nodded repeatedly and said: "The villain can already imagine the glory after the master wins. Then the villain can also follow the glory."
Feng Quili laughed loudly and said, "This is natural."
Feng Jia coughed dryly and said to Feng Quili: "Then... the villain will go out first?"
Feng Quili hummed, and then called Feng Jia: "Wait a minute, where do you think it would be better to publish my poem on innocence?"
Feng Jia is about to cry. Why hasn't he forgotten this?
He said: "What does the master mean?"
Feng Quili said: "Xianyang Daily is more orthodox, generally reports on major events, and the content is relatively restrained. My innocence is sincere and can make people cry, so it seems more suitable for the general tabloid."
Feng Jia nodded: "Yes, the general's tabloid is read by more common people."
Feng Quili said: "That is the General's tabloid. It happens that the General's tabloid always publishes reports in the evening. Tell them that they must see the newspaper today, otherwise, I will vote for the Confucian newspaper."
Feng Jia responded and left in a hurry.
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A quarter of an hour later, Feng Jia's figure appeared at the door of General Tabloid.
Feng Jia was hesitant and kept lingering at the door.
The reporter from the General tabloid stuck his head out, looked at Feng Jia and said, "Brother, what are you doing?"
Feng Jia coughed dryly and said, "I have an article here that I want to publish in the newspaper."
The reporter said: "Oh, publish it in the newspaper. One hundred thousand dollars for the front page, ten thousand dollars for the back page. One thousand dollars for the back page. Where do you want to publish it?"
Feng Jia was shocked: "So many?"
The reporter said: "Of course, don't look at the circulation of our General tabloid. If it gets published, wouldn't it become famous overnight?"
"Of course, not everyone's article can be on the front page. We also have to look at the quality."
Feng Jia said: "What do you think of this article?"
The reporter glanced at it without looking carefully: "What is this?"
Feng Jia said: "Innocence Fu."
Reporter: "What is innocence? Our general tabloid reports anecdotes, and its audience is ordinary people. Who has time to read such nonsense?"
Feng Jia: "..."
He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left.
Well now, the general tabloid is not accepted, so there is no need to publish this piece of innocence.
Although Feng Jia planned to collect money and run away, the master-servant friendship for many years... would allow Feng Quili to lose a few less people, just a few less people.
This is his last act of kindness.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Feng Jia walked to the door, someone shouted: "Wait a minute."
Feng Jia had no choice but to stand still.
I just heard the reporter just say: "Editor-in-Chief, why are you here?"
Feng Jia turned around and saw a middle-aged man looking at Feng Jia with a smile.
This person is probably the editor-in-chief of the General tabloid.
The editor-in-chief said: "You can not publish other people's articles, but how can you refuse this one's article? If I admit my mistake correctly, you are the housekeeper of the Royal Censor's house, right?"
Feng Jia nodded.
He would rather not be the housekeeper of Feng Mansion now.
The editor said: "Come on, let me read your article."
Feng Jia could only hand over the innocence gift.
The editor-in-chief read a paragraph and then nodded: "Not bad, not bad, the literary talent is outstanding."
He read another paragraph to the back, and then said: "Huh? Is this actually written by the imperial censor?"
Feng Jia said: "Of course it was written by the imperial censor. How can a villain have such ability?"
The editor-in-chief nodded: "Okay. Okay. It turns out to be the handwriting of the imperial censor, no wonder it's so touching."
Feng Jia asked: "Then...can you go up there?"
The editor thought for a while and said, "I can't make the decision on this matter. I have to report it. Please wait."
Feng Jia responded.
He was taken to the newspaper office, served tea, and waited while drinking tea.
At the same time, the editor-in-chief reported it to the deputy editor-in-chief, who reported it to the editor-in-chief, and the editor-in-chief hurriedly went to Li Xin with the article.
When he arrived at Li's Mansion, he heard that Li Xin had just left and went to Shangjun's Villa, so he hurried to Shangjun's Villa.
Half an hour later, the editor-in-chief finally saw Li Xin. Li Xin was playing chess with Li Shui. Next to him, Fu Yao scratched his head anxiously, as if he wanted to give some advice.
When the editor came closer, he saw Ban Xian pick up a chess piece and hit it heavily on Li Xin's flag. He laughed loudly and said, "Your commander was killed by my bomb."
The editor thought to himself: Banishing Immortal is so powerful, and his knowledge is so profound. I have never heard of such a chess game. Is there a military commander here? The bomb...could it be the rumored new weapon? No wonder Exiled Immortal and General Li have become the two gods of war in the world. They think about fighting every day. Could they not be gods of war?
At this time, Fu Yao next to him sighed, patted Li Xin on the shoulder and said, "Old Li, if you had listened to me and used your division commander to block the bomb, this would not have happened."
Li Xin said quietly from the side: "It doesn't matter, didn't you see? My bomb is already approaching his commander."
Fu Yao said: "What's the use? His commander is surrounded by soldiers. Can your bombs survive?"
Li Xin said: "It doesn't matter if he can't get through, as long as he can be forced into a corner and unable to move. What's the difference between him having a commander and not having a commander now? I just need to kill his stragglers outside."
The editor-in-chief looked at Fu Yao with admiration and thought: Mr. Fu Yao is really powerful. How can he compete with the two gods of war? It seems that after our Great Qin takes over the current Holy Emperor, we will have another Emperor of Life.
When the editor-in-chief was sighing, Fu Yao looked up and saw him, and said quickly: "It's just the right time. Come on, let's play a game."
The editor-in-chief said in embarrassment: "I don't know how to do that."
Fu Yao said: "Aren't you a newspaper publisher? You don't know how to do it as an educated person? Even a three-year-old child can do this. Come on, come on, I'll teach you."
Fu Yao took the editor to a small table, and a little maid placed a chessboard next to him.
The editor looked a little dizzy looking at the pile of commanders, generals, division commanders, brigade commanders, regimental commanders, camp captains, corps commanders, and engineers...
Fu Yao said: "This roughly corresponds to the military ranks in our army. You can understand this commander as the commander-in-chief of the three armies."
The editor-in-chief nodded: "Yes."
After all, he ran a newspaper, so he was well-informed and knew a lot about the ranks in the military. So after Fu Yao talked about it, he probably understood who was older and who was younger.
Fu Yao said: "As for the rules, this one is simple, that is, the big one eats the small one. You can only move around, forward, backward, left, and right, but not sideways. Do you understand?"
The editor said "oh" and asked the military flag in the middle: "Who does this belong to?"
Fu Yao said: "Whoever wins is the winner."
The editor nodded repeatedly and asked: "How to use these bombs and mines?"
Fu Yao said: "Bombs can move, and they can blow up whoever they want. Mines cannot move, but neither can humans. If you want to make them move, you will have to step on them and die together with the mines."
"But the engineers can remove the mines..."
The editor-in-chief listened for a while and then digested it for a while.
He suddenly discovered that this kind of chess seemed very simple and fun.
Fu Yao urged: "Come quickly."
So the editor-in-chief started playing with Fu Yao.
This play lasted two hours.
Feng Jia was waiting for news in the General's tabloid, drinking cup after cup of tea, feeling like his bladder was going to explode.
He couldn't help but ask the reporter: "Why haven't you come back yet?"
The reporter said: "This is normal. After all, it is an article written by a censor. You must consider every word and study it carefully."
Feng Jia sighed and said, "Then let me borrow the toilet."
The reporter said with an apologetic look: "The toilet can only be used by people who work here. After all, there are many people with many hands, so you can't tell if you have lost something in the back."
Feng Jia: "..."
He said: "Then I will leave for a while. I will go to the toilet and then come back."
The reporter hesitated: "What if the editor-in-chief comes back but you are not here? Then the page fee..."
Feng Jia thought for a while, how much money is not money? Don't let this money go to waste.
He asked the reporter: "Which page do you think this article can be published on?"
The reporter said: "At least it's the side page."
Feng Jia did the math and found out that the second edition was worth ten thousand dollars.
So, he sat on the stool and held back tightly.
When it got dark, Fu Yao finally let the editor go.
The editor-in-chief then had time to go to Li Xin and explain his intention.
Li Xin said curiously: "What is it? Feng Quli's article? Innocence Fu? Take it over and have a look."
Li Xin took it out and looked at it for a while, then nodded pretendingly: "Yes, it's well written."
Li Shui also took it over and nodded pretendingly: "Well, the writing is indeed good."
In fact, the two of them had no idea what this innocence gift was. I don’t know anything about the quality of rhetoric.
Even Li Shui didn't recognize some rare words.
However, they at least knew that this was what Feng Quli was complaining about.
Li Shui asked Li Xin in confusion: "Why is this person so confident?"
Li Xin said: "I don't know either. Did you make a mistake? Is he really innocent?"
Li Shui said: "It's impossible. Where did Wang Wu get so much gold and silver? It must have been a gift from him."
Li Xin said: "If it is really his gift. Why is he so arrogant?"
Li Shui said: "He is indeed very arrogant. Not only did he write the innocence poem, but he also contributed money and effort, hiring many accountants for help, and he looked like he wanted to find out the truth."
Li Xin said: "I can't understand Feng Quli more and more."
Li Shui said: "Yes, I can't think of it even if I think about it."
The editor-in-chief coughed dryly and asked: "Two adults, what about this article..."
Li Shui said: "Come on, get on the front page."
Li Xin coughed dryly: "Brother Huai, that's my newspaper."
Li Shui said with a smile: "Okay, listen to Brother Li."
Li Xin said: "Come on, get on the front page."
