These two months may be the most painful two months for Yang Zheng in the past 29 years.

Not only because he had to play at least ten games of blind chess with the nameless old man every day, but also because he had to concentrate on every move he made in a noisy environment.

At that time, I almost couldn't hold on, and because I hadn't won against the old man all day, I found that I was actually too mediocre.

But Yang Zheng did not give up in the end.

He even came up with a stupid way to pinch his leg every time he couldn't concentrate.

Concentrate your mind with pain.

This also reminded the nameless old man of his past.

In his turbulent era, many chess games on the market were burned like waste paper by foreign invaders, and in his era when there was no hope in sight, the best chess games were passed down by word of mouth.

And his adoptive mother wanted him to learn chess well and protect him in the war. She locked him up in a dilapidated temple and kept him in the company of Guanyin Bodhisattva every day.

His adoptive mother, leaning against the door, said to him that he would only be allowed to walk out of the ruined temple if he could beat her in blind chess.

So, in order to leave this ruined temple with only a statue of a bodhisattva, he would concentrate on playing blind chess with his adoptive mother almost every day.

He's stupid and not very talented.

He didn't win his adoptive mother for half a year, and he didn't get out of that gloomy broken temple, and the long-term depression made him start to be radical and angry, and he finally looked at the Guanyin Bodhisattva who was called the world's salvation and salvation, and he scolded, he scolded that if there was really a god and Buddha, then come out to appear to end the war, and help him and his adoptive mother to end this seemingly dark day.

But the Bodhisattva can't speak, and the war won't stop his cannon fire because of a clay statue that doesn't move.

The gunshots outside the door from time to time, as well as the Bodhisattva statue in the ruined temple that is always cold-eyed, also made this child who was less than ten years old understand that it turned out that people can only rely on themselves.

He touched the potholed statue of Guanyin, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying in pain.

The clay statue of the Bodhisattva, which was already pitted, may have been left untended for too long, and the mud skin on his body slowly withered, revealing the sharp stones inside.

He accidentally had his finger cut by the stone, and the blood stained the mud statue red.

He looked at the blood.

He seemed to have realized something.

Half a month later, he finally won over his adoptive mother, and he finally walked out of this ruined temple.

In the ruined temple, on the statue of the Bodhisattva, there are chess games painted with blood.

Outside the ruined temple, he looked at the ugly adoptive mother, and he grabbed the empty sleeve.

He looked out into tears as he looked out at the holes.

He suddenly felt that his mother was a hero, a hero to him.

Because, in this war-torn era, she used her unique way to teach him to know the world and protect his small world.

……

Yang Zheng won the old man and left the clean house.

The originally crowded room became empty because of Yang Zheng's departure.

The old man sat in Yang Zheng's position, he took out a pen, and wrote the word "enter" on the table.

……

Yang Zheng didn't know what it meant to win the old man.

He also didn't know how far he had got.

He just integrated into his normal life again, recruiting students and working hard at the same time.

Slowly, he made Aggie feel the dazzling edge, and slowly returned to blandness.

The Spring Festival is coming soon, and the chess club is also on holiday.

Yang Zheng finally got his first salary in the chess club.

A total of 12,365 yuan, which should be the highest price given by the chess nerd.

It is also the price that the chess nerds agreed on in their hearts when they met for the first time.

It was also the first time for Yang Zheng to get so much salary.

He also seemed to think of the company that had worked hard for seven years without a salary increase, and even more remembered the small boss who said that as long as he went online, he would give these old employees shares.

I don't know, is he now fulfilling the promise he made at the beginning?

Yang Zheng thought as he walked into the supermarket on the side, and when he came out, he had all the things for the elderly and women in his hands.

He seemed to have forgotten himself.

It's like, he's always forgotten about himself.

……

See you every day in chess, and I plan to go online around the Spring Festival.

Although strictly speaking, this app is not very perfect these days, and it has a lot of bugs.

But aren't most of the apps on the market like this now?

Semi-finished products are put online, and then it takes a long time to perfect.

In the end, he was playing the emotional card, harvesting a wave of emotional users, and then selling them.

This is the norm of the Internet, and it is also the thinking of Internet entrepreneurs now.

Compared with diligent entities, as long as the Internet invests more and more advertising costs in the early stage, it will return on its investment faster and faster.

Young people and the companies that finance his business have spent a full 50 million on advertising, and almost the entire city of Shangjing is covered with their advertisements.

However, they seem to have forgotten the promise they made to their employees.

A bonus of less than 2,000 yuan made the new employees fight the blood, and the old employees desperately played the last afterglow.

It seems that this comparison of expenditures is telling the world a most basic truth, that is, ordinary employees are actually the most insignificant cost of Internet companies.

The young man is still drawing a big pie, and he said that he will give a portion of his income in the first month as a bonus for new and old employees.

He deliberately staggered the shares he promised to his employees many years ago, and he even raised his glass at the cocktail party, promising one promise after another that he would not fulfill at all.

On the way home, Yang Zheng saw the subway billboard that he saw every day in chess.

He looked at the short video advertisement on the billboard in which Qin Xiaolian, who had been defeated under his hands, played against the uncle who was invited from nowhere.

He also looked at Qin Xiaolian, who easily won the uncle after a few hands, silently picked up the mobile phone, and desperately recommended the Tiantian chess inside.

Yang Zheng couldn't help laughing.

He walked out of the subway with his head held high and a smile on his face.

As he left the subway, a news item suddenly appeared on the subway TV station.

Just now, Peng Fei, who has always been a first-level chess player, was finally promoted to a chess master, becoming the youngest chess master in the history of China.

However, compared to this serious chess news, everyone is still talking about more on the advertisement just now.

Isn't that beautiful shadow more interesting than Peng Fei's cute face?

Isn't that gorgeous short video more attractive than that dry news?

Perhaps, in everyone's eyes, the future of chess is not determined by victory or defeat, but like the advertisement just now, with "exquisite" and "gorgeous" to make chess remember in people's hearts.