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163 Democratic Party Celebration Banquet

The election entered its fourth week, and it rained lightly on Monday, and the election was surprisingly calm.

The generals of the two parties and their "horse racing" did not even go to the square. The Democrats hurried at the railway station. The Liberals said that they invited Mr. Bao and his party to visit the textile factory and the machinery factory.

However, the locals walking on the road in the city gathered and discussed everywhere, the reporters and the lively people were filled with excitement without any disappointment. In addition, the whole city was filled with churches in various churches yesterday Sunday, which was no less than the grand occasion of the nation's prayer. This calmness was just an illusion. Everyone felt that this was just a false peace of dark clouds over the city, and the storm would definitely arrive soon.

Not only Longchuan, but also the whole country of Song Dynasty was in such a state of waiting for storms, lightning and thunder. Newsstands everywhere looked lively. Passers-by always had to go over and take a look at the dazzling array of newspapers and magazines, all of which were densely packed with: "Longchuan", "Election", "Liberal Party", "Democratic Party", and "Odds" and other keywords that stick to the headlines, but they are no longer new. Everyone is waiting for new headlines that are eye-catching, and they firmly believe that there will be, and they will be there soon.

Not only civilians, but also patrolling police officers from all over the country inspect the yamen, post offices and other places where notices are posted are so frequent that they seem to be waiting for the lovers around, hoping to post scary good news; and the adults in the yamen who are in charge of administrative power will unconsciously make the move to press the telegraph buttons, hoping that the court will send out incredible news again. There must be, there will be, and there will be soon.

The Democratic Party Zhong Jialiang is the commander-in-chief, and the Liberal Party is under the control of Young Master Bao.

Not to mention the tycoons who are like Lin under the Liberal Democratic Party, as far as the commander is concerned, whether it is the great gangster Bao Shao or the richest man of Haisong, Zhong Xiren, it is not easy to mess with. It is no problem to poke a hole in the sky. When these two factions fight, it is not just the pleasure of gambling, it is simply a big show of shooting stars hitting the earth.

However, the Democratic Party is not what these outsiders think, and they are crying, screaming, and cursing. On the contrary, the handsome and powerful generals inside are all very calm.

Fang Bingsheng sat next to the telegraph machine at the train station, smoking a cigar and lit the ground with his feet. The frequency was very relaxed, not a sign of nervousness and impatience;

Zhong Jialiang, who was in charge of Haijing, no longer felt shocked and lost his composure a few days ago. Instead, he listened to the clicking sound of the clock on the table and gracefully smoked Macedonian opium, as if it was the second human-shaped clock;

Outsiders have the impression that they were repeatedly hit by accidents, because they were too strong and used the power of tycoons to deal with several overbearing local bullies in distant small counties, like an elephant trampling rats. If this kind of battle cannot be flattened, crushed, and splashed flesh, others will say that the Democratic Party has been defeated.

So occasionally, the local bully was snatched by the attention and the first move with the lottery, the Christian hero was chased and slapped, and then the Bao Shao was attacked and challenged from bullying the weak to a showdown of the strong. Those common people would think that the Democratic Party was nothing but a thriller, and they would have the pleasure of the strong being humiliated. This dramatic nature of defeating the strong with the weak is the Longchuan election that finally overwhelmed all other news, and finally conformed to the wishes of the Sea Emperor, and became one of the important reasons why the national sensational news was caused.

Now Young Master Bao and his friends finally established the Liberal Party, which is no less powerful than the Democratic Party, and they made harsh talks and challenged them. The Democratic Party generals suddenly felt unprecedentedly at ease.

In the past, because Chinese people did not understand Western learning and did not care about elections, and their power was not as enviable as those of "Imperial Gifts can only be rich but not valuable", Zhong Jialiang was so envious of the British Parliament, and became the only one in the country, Zhong Jialiang and the emperor cared about this Western political system. This situation was very painful for Zhong Jialiang: if he did not move, he could only be a rich man with no sense of security in his life; and he had to do it because he was the only one who was interested in this decentralization and had no competitors at all, and he might have gone too far, offended the great emperor, and aroused his suspicion.

So from the beginning of the emperor's agreement to the election, Zhong Jialiang discovered that his opponent might be the only emperor, which was to destroy himself.

But after all, because everyone does not understand or care about the election, the elected parliamentarians may not be useful. You can continue to try in this sense, at least to promote Western learning and leave some thoughts for yourself.

It's like exploring the legendary dragon cave for the emperor. Although it may be a hard time, I just picked up a few human bones and came back with a slim hope. However, it is precisely because of the slimness that the emperor doesn't care, and I don't care. If I'm sure it's the dragon cave and there is a lot of treasures, would I dare to kick the emperor into finding the Dragon Slaying Sword?

However, the small and inconspicuous county town of Longchuan is really amazing. The elections in Dongguan, Foshan and Shaoguan, which are much larger and countless times more important, are simply not allowed to be carried out. No one cares about it, and they all think it is a nonsense election; but this small election in Longchuan was unexpectedly popular because of the lottery.

Of course, Zhong Jialiang has learned some of the truth from his friends in the court, and knowing that the emperor has already intervened in Longchuan, which is the biggest boss behind the rise of Longchuan elections. He has automatically figured out his mind that His Majesty snorted with disdain: "This stupid guy, it's useless to promote the election for ten years. I made it known to everyone overnight, and it caused a sensation across the country. The result is still up to me."

Although I was injured for three seconds, after three seconds, the Zhong family's heart became warm: "Your Majesty, you think you are a fool, but you are a hero, you are waiting for your family to be destroyed. Okay, I did a good job, which highlights Your Majesty's wisdom. Your Majesty still has to trust me, hahaha!"

But the emperor gave the dragon cave map, so this man never did a loss-making business. Since he created a treasure house, what are you looking for in it? Are you ill-intentioned?

So when Zhong Jialiang heard that the emperor's intention was to turn the election into a big casino, the Christian hero who threw 100,000 yuan in vain might be the only one who was himself. Zhong Jialiang had the heart to kill him because he was so irresistible. When the emperor first used the lottery tool, he really didn't see his intention. He accidentally threw 100,000 yuan in, and ended up being a bet against the emperor.

He, can you win? But you can't just turn around and leave. The election is strongly advocated by himself. Now Longchuan has just become popular with him and himself, and he has also established a Democratic Party for himself. He turns around and leaves. Are you playing the emperor?

Unable to advance or retreat

This situation is like Lin Chong repeatedly promoting his martial arts to his leader, Taiwei Gao, saying how good the foreigners play in the martial arts hall. Taiwei Gao finally said, "Okay, take a knife and show it out."

Lin Chong played a few times in the yard, but he definitely did not hurt flowers and plants, nor did he hurt Taiwei Gao. He stood in the wind and stared at him like a fool, and no one paid attention to them. After a while, he felt relieved.

At this time, Taiwei Gao said, "You said that martial arts in the martial arts hall is good-looking, right?"

After saying that, he was like a god, shouting: "There is a martial arts training hall."

Things are done.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Chong found himself from the yard to a magnificent hall. When he looked closely, he was so scared that he was so scared that he did have a sign called "The Martial Arts Hall", but in the final analysis, he took two steps here, and it was Taiwei Gao's hall "White Tiger Hall". The only one of the Taiwei, the sword entering the hall is a death sentence.

Now Lin Chong, who is determined to seek wealth, is in trouble:

Keep dancing with swords and guns, maybe you will kill the White Tiger Hall. Maybe you can play two moves with the Grand Marshal. Gao pointed his hand and said, "Are you treacherous?" - I am dead;

He immediately ran away after he put away the knife. Taiwei Gao must have been annoyed and shouted, "You foodie just now, aren't you, a foodie, want to fight the knife? I just started to start the martial arts training hall. You ran away after a few fights. Is it like to leave me here? You want to die?"

To be honest, after Zhong Jialiang ordered another 120,000 yuan to Longchuan, he went back to his house and cried secretly. The pressure was so great.

Then I sat with a group of strategists waiting for the emperor to mess with me. I was just waiting for the second boot upstairs of the residents who lived downstairs. I didn’t know when it would fall down or what would happen, but the fear and waiting in my heart were tormenting that you couldn’t even close your eyes.

Last Saturday afternoon, when the people from Songyou Railway and Telecommunications headquarters quickly brought Fang Bingsheng to use the railway telegraph system to send out the "Longchuan Election Emergency Telecommunications" by Fang Bingsheng, after reading it, Zhong Jialiang was silent for three minutes, suddenly laughed with relief, and then ordered: "Hurry up and have a dinner, I'm hungry." He hadn't had a good meal for two days, so he relied on opium cigarettes to hold on.

After he finished reading it, his subordinates were passing a telegram. Someone shouted in anger when he looked at it: "The bastard named Zheng has gone back on his word. He will agree to join our party first, and then turn to establish a Liberal Party. Why bother insulting Mr. Zhong, tearing up our party certificate, and still have the beasts playing like this in front of the reporter?"

Zhong Jialiang actually burst into laughter and said, "The Liberal Party is a group of nouveau riche. Even if you can't write your own name well, why don't you be angry to death if you are inferior people?"

The emperor's second boot finally hit Zhong Jialiang's ceiling, but this is a great thing

Because it was not the emperor who took action himself, but he looked for another guy who was comparable to the Democratic Party and took action on his behalf.

It was like when Lin Chong, who was in the wind, full of knowledge and talented people, was in a state of greatness and talent, was panicked with a gun in his waist and was panicked at the door of the White Tiger Hall with a big knife in his hand. He didn't know what to do. The sacred, great, kind and considerate Taiwei Gao raised his hand and said, "I finally built a martial arts training hall. It's too wasteful to fight yourself. I'll find an opponent to practice for you."

With a wave of his hand, a rustic bull, who had a crooked nose and slanted eyes, a little ink, and a little personal cultivation came out, carrying a big kitchen knife and wanted to be Lin Chong's opponent.

This is legal knife use

This is the permission to use the sword in the martial arts hall.

This is how the Taiwei recognized his sword skills in the early and current period.

Lin Chong, who is in the wind in Yushu, is afraid of the magical Taiwei Gao, and of course not afraid of the hooligan Niu Er

But is the Zhong familyliang afraid of the emperor, and is he afraid of Zheng Abao's nouveau riche?

If the emperor hadn't been too kind-hearted and always stopped him, he, a talented man who was loyal to the emperor and loved God, learned from the West, and made friends with His Majesty all over the powers, would have long since dismembered those nouveau riche who didn't understand the bullshit and could not get out of money, and would have caused trouble for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to dismember the five horses.

Then, Zhong Jialiang was in a happy mood and ordered all the main forces such as Yi Cheng who was squatting in the central area to inquire about the news. He stopped working today and had a banquet.

Celebration banquet

Seeing his loyal ministers gather together, Zhong Jialiang took the lead in raising his glass and said, "As we all know, our Song Dynasty election can make such a national sensation, which is known to all women and children, and the participation of young and old is no less than that of the Western power. The greatest absolute credit is because of our emperor's wisdom and martial arts. This is the absolute truth. However, as the vanguard of the introduction of Western learning and the greatest promoter of constitutional monarchy, our Democratic Party has put in hard work and hard work and sweat. God knows this, and our Emperor knows this. Our Democratic Party does not seek to be heard and achieve the world, but we ask our Great Song Dynasty God Emperor to be forever forever, our Song Dynasty God Emperor will strengthen the country and enrich the people, unify the country and the country, so that all Chinese-speaking people in the world will live a happy, healthy, happy and safe life. Come on, the first glass of wine, to the great God Emperor, long live long live long live long live long live long live long and long live long live long."

When a big opponent suddenly appeared, Zhong Jialiang held a celebration banquet with a smile, and naturally he could not forget the Democratic Party's front-line champion, Fang Bingsheng.

At 12 o'clock on Saturday night, Stationmaster Lu sent Yi Cheng from Beijing to Fang Bingsheng. When he opened it, he saw that the worried Fang Bingsheng was stunned.

The telegram reads: "The sky is clear today and the cloudless. A Liberal clown suddenly appeared in front of our party. I thought he could stop jumping and there was no support. The Sichuan dog barked and the sun made me laugh. Our party would kill him without mercy. Bai Wan's army was already on the road. Brother, you should do your best without any mercy. God has handed them to our hands. Mr. Zhong specially greeted you. Yi Cheng greeted you."

"Damn it suddenly appeared, why did this telegram feel better? There was never a telegram like this before, and the tycoons in the capital who were so proud of what was in the heads of those tycoons in Beijing." Fang Bingsheng was stunned.

As a golden collar, he could not imagine the calculation equations of the world in the minds of Zhong Jialiang and Zheng Abao. They were all attached to the highest power imperial power. Imperial power is their number one variable. Fang Bingsheng did not have this platform, and there was absolutely no variable "the emperor's mood" in the equations in his mind.

Because the intelligence level is not as high as the other party, he naturally does not know that the "no support" in the telegram means: the emperor lets go, our opponent is no longer the emperor, but the emperor cannot win or lose. When he meets him, anyone is in a tragic situation of being at a loss and dancing with shackles; now the emperor has let the Liberal Party represent his other hand, is the Democrats afraid of the Liberal Party? They are all the top business tycoons, who is afraid of whom? This can be completely removed from the shackles and fight with the other party with all their might. The more fierce the fight is, the happier the Emperor, can the Democrats be unhappy?

The variable "imperial power" cannot be calculated, so Fang Bingsheng cannot understand why Zheng Abao formed a party and why he had to break up with Zhong Jialiang in public and openly insult him. If there are too many friends, you, a business tycoon, don't understand this principle? Don't say that you are a national celebrity, even a shrew is not so despicable; you can't understand that Zhong Jialiang's group seemed to see such a powerful and powerful enemy as the Liberal Party, and they were so happy that they seemed to have picked up money for nothing on the ground.

Not to mention him, his boss Weng Jianguang doesn't have this kind of intelligence equation. Those tycoons have reached the point where they can just watch the emperor's face without looking at the cards. Weng Jianguang will be excited if he touches a lever. When the mileage of the Song Dynasty railway is multiplied by 10, Weng Jianguang might also jump out to form a party and run for election, instead of now, he still caring about the "20,000 yuan political donation" that cannot make such a mess in the company.

"The emperor is not in a hurry, what's my eunuch?" After reading the telegram, Fang Bingsheng shrugged and handed the telegram to the candidates of Longchuan who were surrounded by the four people, and said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Zhong Jialiang is not afraid of that big gangster at all. There is a good show. Hurry up and have dinner, so don't worry. Remember, tomorrow Sunday, you and I will take the people who bought lottery tickets to the church to pray. There are cameras everywhere here, and prayers are the most pleasing. It is best to kneel outside the church to show devotion and take pictures. You can ask the Opium House staff to queue up in advance to fill the seats inside, so you kneel outside. I will take people to the Protestant Central Hall, and we cannot lose to the Liberal Party in terms of momentum."

The Democratic Party held a celebration banquet and held a press conference, expressing its pleasure in seeing the establishment of the Liberal Party; the Liberal Party looked for newspapers to promote it everywhere, and both of them also showed the tycoon's demeanor. Everyone seemed very happy, were open-minded, not nervous or afraid, and were not panicked.

However, there was indeed a tycoon in the capital who was panicked and panicked.

He is Li Yuting, the boss of Huang En's Armory. Huang En's 8-story Atlantic Building is located on the Governor's Mansion Road. The land price here is not a matter of high or low, but it is not a product for sale. You can't get it if you have money or no influence. Looking north from Huang En's building, you can overlook the Governor's Mansion, which are now the offices of several Haisong ministries and the Royal Cathedral opposite it.

But Li Yuting did not see the scenery elsewhere. He was right in front of his magnificent office window on the 8th floor, staring down at the "Brothers' Arms" building across the road. He stared for a while, then walked with his arms in his arms for a while.

The boss was so anxious. The seven or eight men sitting on the chair seemed to have thorns under their butts, and everyone was restless.

There were half a person-high newspapers piled on the large desk opposite the front door, and all the news newspapers in Beijing that published headlines about the Liberal Party were on it.

Pacing, glaring, pace, glaring, for a while, Li Yuting turned his head and roared at a row of subordinates: "It's all a group of waste, even the scumbags who are brothers' arms sneaked to Longchuan to establish a Liberal Party. Don't you know you are eating a good meal? How can you be so embarrassed to eat the food I gave you? In hell, you are also a cell bastard scumbags who are prepared for incompetent garbage..."

A row of subordinates was scolded and couldn't lift their heads. Everyone's face turned red. Looking at the shiny leather shoes on their feet, sweat rushed out of their foreheads, and it soon became as bright as the leather toe.

Li Yuting cursed for fifteen minutes in one breath, sold out all his swear words, and then cursed in English. After the English was scolded in French, and finally cursed in hometown dialect, Hunan dialect, and was still not relieved after cursing. He walked to the desk, smashed the newspaper on the table with his fist, and pointed to the fat man who was sitting closest to him who kept wiping his sweat with a handkerchief and not daring to look at him, yelled: "You, the public relations manager of Song, who is the mother of your mother, I specifically asked you to stare at Zheng Abao's beast throughout the process. You were so embarrassed that you still had the face to sit on my sofa? Are your two eyeballs transformed from testicles?"

The fat man shivered for a moment, stood up quickly, trembling as if he was on fire, and shouted, "Boss, I did follow Zheng Abao all the way from Shanghai. Let's take the Royal Mail Boat No. 015, and follow that guy from Shanghai to Haijing all the way."

"Why don't you know about the Liberal Party?" Li Yuting roared,

The fat man looked back helplessly and looked at his colleagues. They didn't look at him, as if they saw his companion falling into the lion cave asking for help. He turned around and said, "I followed Zheng Abao all the way, but at Haijing Wharf, after he left the VIP exit, two carriages were waiting for him. There were two policemen next to him who were looking for him. He went to the palace, staying from 10 am to 4 pm. Then he came back to the brothers' arms building across the road and went to the train station at 5 pm. I sent someone to follow him to Longchuan. I reported to you on Friday. You said......."

The fat man originally wanted to say that Li Yuting was unsure of his mistake at that time and said nothing, but now he said, isn’t it said that Li Yuting did something wrong himself? Isn’t he asking for trouble by telling the truth about him?

"The person you sent to Longchuan? Then he | mom | I am the one you sent to read the newspaper and know about the Liberal Party? Did you go there with my money and drink again?" Li Yuting roared so much that the crystal chandelier was shaking.

The fat man spread his hands helplessly and said, "The people I sent really want to repay the headquarters as soon as possible, but who knew that there was a shameless person who occupied the telegraph company and used the Bible to shoot telegraphs. It was not until five o'clock in the afternoon that the post office started sending other people's telegraphs. I, I, I really have nothing…..."

The fat man was about to cry, and seeing Li Yuting roaring again, he quickly pointed to a newspaper on the table and said, "Boss, look, that "Ocean Poster" has taken this as a headline: "Scum in the newspaper: To grab the headlines, the Bible shoots the telegram." I will not lie. If you lie, you kill me, God will let me go to hell again."

Li Yuting turned his head and saw: There is really this report

With anger, he had nowhere to vent his anger. He hugged the thick hair on his head, pulled it off with a sudden pull, and then he slapped the wig on the table like a hat.

Before he could get angry, he looked at the few hairs in front of him. In shock, he looked closely and saw a lot of hair stuck on his wig. He reached out to touch his smooth and shiny bald head, and his stomach was depressed and unable to vent. He was so sad.

He held his fists and muttered to himself, "Three Lords Party? I am also a honorary viscount. Why did you miss me? What do you mean? God, save me, save me."

Someone under his subordinates advised tentatively: "Boss, don't worry too much. Yi Cheng has asked us. We can join the Democratic Party. There are few nobles in the Democratic Party, and the Zhong Jialiang is rich and not precious. There are two barons in the Shipbuilding Bureau, both scientists. If you go, you must be the boss."

Li Yuting turned his head and raised his hands angrily, staring at him and shouted, "Are you stupid?" As he said that, he stretched out his left hand, then stretched out his right hand, and his hands made a chicken head gesture to fight each other, shouting, "This is the Democratic Party, why does the emperor want to establish a Liberal Party? It is obvious that he doesn't want the Democratic Party to be the dominant family, and even doesn't like them. I'm just joining the Democratic Party and making a fuss? The group of traitors who the emperor doesn't like, why should I join in the fun? You want to kill me?"

The men of a row of men bowed their heads again and did not dare to say anything.

After waiting for a long time, a subordinate raised his head with difficulty and whispered: "Why, boss, please go and meet the emperor and ask?"

Li Yuting jumped up in anger, stepped forward and pointed at the scared master's nose, and shouted sarcastically: "Ha, my brother, Mr. Bao, the arms of the brothers, is smart. With one word from your Majesty, he will immediately form a Democratic Party. Your boss is a fool. Not to mention sharing your worries for Your Majesty, you don't understand anything at all. You have to ask Your Majesty what to do? Your Majesty, your Majesty will hand over his arms industry to a fool like me."

His subordinate replied helplessly: "Maybe his Majesty has forgotten you..."
To be continued...