That afternoon, the guards of Li Guangxi factory were shocked to find a group of guys driving over like a convoy. When they looked at the flag, they were startled. However, they didn't think much about it. They thought that the Democratic Party was going to be running for some election campaigns. But who expected that 5 minutes later, the group of people patted the gate of the machinery factory like Haitao.

How dare I let them enter the factory as they wish? Even though the boss of Li Guangxi was arrested by Guan Jiong Mansion, the news was only an hour ago. It was as if the legend was that when a person died, his eyes were still printed with the last look. Li Guangxi's factory guard team regarded the flag of the Democratic League as the enemy.

One was about to enter the factory like a terrifying stone, and the other was shocked to stop him. The two groups immediately pushed and fucked at the entrance of the factory, and the waves splashed.

Shanzhu in the team outside the door raised his arms and shouted: "Your boss has entered the bureau, the boss's wife has also entered, the housekeeper has become an undercover witness, the factory is over, you are all unemployed! Why are you still guarding this broken factory?"

Li Jiong jumped violently, crossed the wall of the factory guard team in front and shouted at the sleeping workers behind, "Li Guangxi doesn't care, we care! Brothers, who are the voters? Come out! Each person pays 20 yuan, you three months' salary!"

In front, Longchuantang and the Opium Hall were fighting with each other, as if they were siege troops, pushing the defenders and the "city gate" behind the "city gate" and a carriage was unloaded. They were pushed by humans and slowly advanced in the crowd. They were almost at the "city gate" before they stopped in the group of soldiers. Fang Bingsheng stood on the roof of the carriage, leaning his iron horn against his mouth, and aimed at the "city gate" from a high point like a giant cannon. He aimed at the "city gate" densely with frightened and confused "residents" behind the "city gate".

"Brothers and friends of Long 1 Machinery Factory, I am Fang Bingsheng, the leader of the Democratic League! Let me tell you a very unfortunate news. Your factory owner Li Guangxi and other major figures have been arrested. Your factory is going to be finished!

Everyone knows that there are still old mothers over 80 in your family to support them, hungry babies waiting to be raised, and virtuous wives who work hard and housework are waiting for you to bring your wages home to buy rice......

But! No one paid you any wages, the boss has been sent to prison!

Our Democratic Party and the Imperial Ordnance Company are based on the kindness of Jesus who is determined for the people and serve the people. We cannot bear to see you, the hardworking, simple and kind workers, unemployed, so we provide you with charity and help!

Workers with voter qualifications can come to our "District Mission Party Longchuan Assistant Election Company" to serve. We exchange for all the Li Guangxi Lottery Victories in your hands" and from now until the end of the voting, each person will pay 10 silver dollars as a reward! If the candidates you support are elected, we will pay an additional 10 yuan bonus!

Hiring you for 3 weeks is 20 yuan! It’s your salary for 3 months! You can make another profit from lottery tickets!

And you don’t need to sweat and blood, you’ll get the money for nothing!

The money that Emperor Congtian threw to them!

Should I die of unemployment or starve to death or bend over to pick up money?

What are you waiting for?

My dear friends, come out quickly and “follow us!”

Fang Bingsheng on the roof of the car was sometimes heartbroken, sometimes righteous, sometimes tempted. He heard the people in the conflict ahead stopping and staring at him in a daze. His voice was spinning in the air in this block.

But the captain of the Li Guangxi factory protection team standing in front of him, who was facing the mountain pig, was the first to wake up. He was considered a cadre and was more loyal to Li Guangxi than others. He was stunned for a moment and shouted: "Damn it! Why are you talking nonsense? This is Boss Li's factory! The workers are hired by others. "Why do you come to us to seduce workers?"

After saying that, he turned his head and shouted to his subordinates: "Call the police! Go to Boss Zhang!" He shouted to his subordinates on the other side: "Carry the workers into the factory" and continue to start work! No one is allowed to move around and leave!"

The Democratic Party and Huang Enlai were just trying to steal people. The door was full of clashes, so how could they let them go out to report the news? Two young people this year came out, "I was immediately crossed my neck and pushed it back into the door.

Song Dongsheng, who was standing in the back, saw that the people around him came out to watch and heard the sound. The reporters who received the letter came to the scene one by one. "I didn't want the limelight to let the Democratic Party come out, even if it was a bad thing like openly snatching people, he ran away, whispered a few words in front, and pushed him.

Weng Quanguang immediately pushed away his subordinates' roof and stood side by side with Fang Bingsheng. Looking at the factory guard team squeezing at the gate, he pinched his waist with one hand and pointed at the other with a ferocious face. He shouted: "You guys want to fight me? Do you know how to write the word "death"? Get out of here immediately! Otherwise, the old monk will remove your arms and legs!"

When facing the crowd, this boss was shy, but now he is not a speech, but his familiar opening remark of the group fight, so he speaks with a harsh and murderous intent.

Fang Bingsheng glanced at the boss next to him, turned his head to see the increasing number of reporters and people behind the team, leaned his trumpet in his mouth again, and shouted: "Li Guangxi is finished, the workers need to eat! I advise you to take Jesus' teachings and life as your thoughts, do not stop our charity activities, worry the Holy Spirit, and shame the Dragon 1."

"You're so stupid! Are you doing this? Do you want to break the door and rob?" The captain of the factory protection team was so angry that he jumped.

Seeing that the other party was ignorant, Weng Quanguang was about to speak. As soon as he said a word, "Beat..." Fang Bingsheng clenched his raised wrist and said first: "God, I hope you take care of your people! After retreating!"

"After retreating," it is the general attack signal. When he heard this, Li Jiongmeng stepped forward and punched the captain of the factory protection team in the face. He waved his right hand and opened the stick in his hand to another worker's head, but shouted: "Kill Li Guangxi's lackey to death!"

Shanzhu was stunned for a moment, and raised his foot and kicked a worker down with his chest, shouting: "The worker wants to eat! Save the brothers!"

The time was soon after, the Emperor's Governor's Party immediately flocked in, and the factory guards at the door were in full swing.

Seeing the slightly fewer factory guards being knocked into the door in the blink of an eye, the embarrassing hands pushed forward like a tide, "Kill the lackeys!" The slogan of "Save Brothers" resounded throughout the factory, Fang Bingsheng proudly put down the horn and turned around to see the two "sirs".

Yi Cheng gave a thumbs up and expressed his praise: Song Dongsheng thought with his hands behind his back: "It seems that he has to find a juren to be elected. This person can just say the black ones to be white, and the group fights to be charitable to save people: In comparison, this kid Weng Quanguang is too real, alas."

Just as Yi Cheng and Song Dongsheng were watching their troops rush into the factory, a loud roar rang out from the side: "Cha Xiaoma!"

Turning his head and looking at it, Zheng Abao led another group of people to come from the other end of the street in anger.

Because the situation was serious and time was too tight, the young master of arms came over and walked around. After shouting in a spoken word that seemed to be the roar of the cavalry of some country, he crossed the center of the street, sweating all over his head, his hands were covered with knees, and his waist could not be straightened.

Zhang Qijie beside him had the same posture and expression, and he was panting side by side. Behind him were dozens of workers hurriedly pulled out of the weaving factory, each with a stick, staring behind the two tired and breathless bosses in front of him.

"This group of mischievous eggs come so quickly?" Fang Bingsheng and others were shocked.

Half of the Democratic Party's fight against each other also retreated from the door, blocked the carriage of Yi Chengren and others, and confronted each other in the street.

Fang Bingsheng was quick-eyed and quick-handed. After being surprised, he turned around in the carriage and shouted at the enemy dozens of meters away: "Self-hunting rats! You deceive the heavens and hide from the people. Life is corrupt. How many workers are now displaced because of you and cannot eat! Do you still have the face to come here? Scum! Scum! Scum!"

Zhang Qijie held back the heart that was about to jump out, forced himself to straighten his waist, pointed at the opposite man, wanted to scream, but was exhausted, and was so strong that he could only speak quietly in his usual low voice. He said, "Are you robbed? You are so crazy..."...

After saying that, he pulled two people out, panting and pointed at each other and said, "Share...

Those were two young sheriffs. They met from the street when the party came, and they were half-killed and half-killed. They didn't know what happened. They followed them all the way and were so tired that they were sweating profusely. Seeing that Zhang Qijie wanted to stand up by himself, they looked at the crowds of people on the opposite side and were full of murderous intent and were shocking figures on both ends. This little policeman, when he met the director standing at the right hand, he felt a little urged to pee. How could he have the courage to toss the two groups of electoral figures in the county?

But Zhang Qijie said that he couldn't care about it. The two of them hesitated and walked slowly towards the Democratic Party. It was not like the official tyrant. Like the young wife who served her parents-in-law for the first time, she walked in a scattered way.

As soon as they walked between two groups of people, Song Dongsheng from the other side spoke: "Sir, we are making decisions for the people. You also know that Li Guangxi has collapsed and his factory is about to collapse. Who will care about so many workers?"

Yi Cheng also shouted: "Official officers, we are elections! We are elected candidates who help the poor, and you should support us."

Fang Bingsheng, who was on the roof of the carriage, pointed at the factory gate that was hitting the sky, and shouted to the official: "Li Guangxi has collapsed, and his lackeys are still watching the workers. Can they pay wages? If they don't pay wages, they still surround the workers? This is a kidnapping! We will sue the official Li Guangxi for a kidnapping later!"

The officials among the two groups of people had already walked slowly, but now they don't leave anymore and look at each other. If people in the future saw it, they would definitely think that they were pitiful people who accidentally entered the minefield. In fact, they didn't listen to what the Emperor's Eternal Emperor was saying. Just listening to the domineering and righteous tone like an adult, the two people who didn't want to care about it, even more so, they didn't dare to care about it.

Zheng Abao on the other side had already come back. He pulled out one of the guns of the guardian Bingbing, and shot three times in the sky.

The gunshot echoed, and the entire area suddenly became quiet. Even the factory guards who were beaten up in the door and howled, all the archers who were watching the defeated archers stopped. Li Jiongmeng and Shanzhu left the factory gate again, trying to see what was wrong.

Only Zheng Abao's angry voice sounded: "People from Li Guangxi! Listen! The machinery factory is Li Guangxi's private property! They dare to go in, don't take sticks, and hit them directly with guns! Killing to death is considered as self-defense! I'll find a lawyer for you!"

Everyone was quiet for a moment, and after a while, Yi Cheng's roar followed the wind: "Who has heard of the factory going bankrupt or private property? This is illegal detention of workers! Who in Li Guangxi dares to use a gun to murder kidnappers!"

After hearing this, Shanzhu and Li Jiongmeng both looked excited, and the stick in their hands tightly wanted to turn around and continue to beat them.

Immediately, Zhang Qijie's roar also rang: "Who sued you that Li Guangxi's factory is going to go bankrupt? Li Guangxi is a member of our Long 1 Chamber of Commerce! Can we pay our salary?"

When the two sides were yelling at each other, Song Dongsheng was not idle at all. He rushed into the crowd, pulled Weng Quanguang from the roof of the car, called Shanzhu, pointed at Zheng Abao over there and ordered fiercely: "There are few people on the other side now, you can take the people from Long 1 Hall and kill them away! Hurry up! Before Guan Jiong Mansion came to disrupt the situation!"

"But...but..."...Weng Quanguang looked at Zheng Abao and Zhang Qijie over there. Indeed, because they rushed over, the number of workers brought was only more than 30, but Zheng Abao was there.

Song Dongsheng didn't say nonsense, kicked Weng Quan Guang's hips and shouted: "It's a big deal! Take action quickly!"

Weng Quanguang was stunned for a moment, then kicked the boar's hips and shouted: "The person who takes us will destroy the birdman!"

The pig looked at the "Huang Emperor" and "Taihuang" in horror and swallowed, hesitated and raised the stick in his hand and yelled: "Come with me from Long 1 Hall!"

Mengkeli, the people surrounding Li Guangxi factory split up and rushed to the streets with the mountain pigs. It looked like the streets were covered with black hooligans. Everyone had ferocious faces, their tattoos flashed, and wooden sticks in their hands were shaking, looking like the wind blew through the woods.

At this time, the dark crowds and reporters on the roadside, walls and roofs were watching the fun, and even the dark heads of the old city walls of the county town behind them all shouted, shouted, and cheered. This may be the top ten group teams in the county town that have been included in the top ten in history.

Seeing that the other side had a lot of people, Zhang Qijie and his workers took a step back together. When Zheng Abao saw that the situation was not good, he pointed a gun at the top of his head with two more shots.

But Song Dongsheng behind him shouted: "Reporters! Look, brothers' arms president intend to kill people in the street! And he was a gun and killed Long 1 patriots! You all stared at the big eyes and became witnesses! The national headlines are right in front of you!"

Immediately, countless reporters echoed and shouted: "Young Master Bao! Get an embarrassing shot! Get an embarrassing shot!"

"I'll wipe your grandma's Fatty Song!!!" Zheng Abao's eyes almost burst out with blood. Seeing the other party's stick cluster getting closer, he had to retreat.

Seeing that the other party had no courage to shoot, the mountain pig's morale was greatly boosted. He suddenly waved the stick above his head and shouted: "Bare them to death!"

Long 1 Hall immediately screamed that Yang changed from walking to running, from woods to sea tide, and rushed towards Zhang Qijie and the others in the street.

"Stop! Block! China's ninth update" Zheng Abao and Zhang Qijie have gone from retreating to turning around and running, going around behind their workers, pointing at the gangsters rushing towards them in front and shouting, but the workers' legs are also shaking.

When fighting in groups, it depends on momentum. The so-called momentum is nothing more than mathematics.

If your number is higher than the other party, you have momentum: on the contrary, the other party has momentum. Now it seems that your number is obviously half less than the other party. How can you promote momentum?

Isn't this a waste of time? Many workers were preparing to throw away the sticks in their hands, and were waving their heads around to find a special corner to escape.
Chapter completed!