246  Frenzy

Saturday, Saturday, 11 a.m.

According to the new Jesus calendar introduced by the Empire, Sunday is Sunday, which is the first day of the week, so Saturday is the last day of the sixth week, and there is still one week, and the election phase will end and enter the voting.

But on this last day, Longchuan County seemed to be about to be squeezed out, and it seemed to be a grand festival. The center streets were crowded with people, especially Yam, who were crowded with people, and were full of people who came to raise funds and invest. Zhang Qijie wore a tuxedo and a big hat in front of Yam. In order to maintain order, his voice was hoarse. He was originally kind-hearted and kind to hold the fund-raising crowds like a friend, but later he was furious by the Chinese people who just care about themselves and no matter what others live or die. He even used the civilized stick in his hand, and beat and kicked everyone in line, so that they would not squeeze in in a swarm;

Zhao Jin**, the official behind the yamen, had regretted drinking the wine given by Zheng Abao: he should not be taken for the sake of affection, so he let this egg treat the yamen as a registration point. He is famous and relies on the yamen to hype for his integrity, but he is so annoyed that he doesn't have to watch it. Just listening to the sound of the tsunami in the front yard, you know that the iron iron of the yamen is not good and will be squeezed out, and he can't even get out of this.

Moreover, Zhang Qijie repeatedly asked his men to go to the Public Security Bureau to find Ou Xingsun, and his attitude became increasingly irritable: What? You clearly agreed to maintain order, what did you group of sheriffs do to eat? He now also realized the pleasure of feeding Ou Xingsun with a lot of money and using the other party as a grandson, but Ou Xingsun really ate, so no sheriff came.

Acting Director Ou Xingsun came into the city from the dock with a team of security officers. He rode on a tall horse and repeatedly clasped his fists to the onlookers, smiling so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth: in the middle of the security officers' queue behind him were seven or eight people tied like rice dumplings, leading the leader was Weng Quanguang's wife, and a flatbed cart pulled behind was filled with spears, short spears, machetes, daggers, bullets, etc.

These are Ou Xingsun's spoils.

He had never slept all night last night and studied the evidence of the crime of Weng Quanguang Longchuantang left by Xi Shengmo. The reason was very simple: as soon as Lao Zhang and Xiao Xi came back, his good days were over; they were about to be squeezed into the second-rate power of Longchuan. This is unbearable for a person in power. He had to protect himself and wanted to protect himself.

Election is a good thing that caused a sensation in the empire, and it is also a good opportunity to get promoted and make money and earn prestige. However, the election cannot be borrowed because his beating that time offended almost all the reporters. Since then, no reporter or newspaper has ever said a good word to him. The current sheriff system: Director Zhang Longchuan and Xi Shengmo are well-known, but Ou Xingsun is unknown. Except for the beating that time, the reporters have reached a silent understanding and will not report his grandson.

It was precisely because of this despair that he defected to Young Master Bao and betrayed Weng Quanguang again, just like the time he betrayed the old man and surrendered to Fang Bingsheng and Liu Guojian.

However, this betrayal may have to make a feud with Weng Quanguang because Young Master Bao was too mean and it was very likely that he had pushed Weng Quanguang downstairs. Weng Quanguang must remember such a thing for the rest of his life.

So Ou Xingsun also came to do something and took advantage of the opportunity when the mountain pig was in jail in the capital. Weng Quanguang was injured and Longchuantang had no leader. He also began to study Longchuantang's crimes in the footsteps of Xi Shengmo. He wanted to destroy people and take the opportunity to completely destroy Weng Quanguang's foundation. If Longchuantang was wiped out, it could be regarded as his own political achievement. If he couldn't wipe out, he could better hold Weng Quanguang in the future. He even saw if he could occupy the magpie's nest and supported the third person to take this opportunity to control this gang.

However, things were better than he thought. From yesterday afternoon to evening to this morning, the Public Security Bureau kept receiving a call from Longchuantang: Weng Quanguang’s wife and Longchuantang were summoning people to prepare to be detrimental to Young Master Bao.

Weng Quanguang's wife married Weng Quanguang at the age of 12. At that time, Weng Quanguang was still a young man from the village. It is conceivable that ordinary girls cannot stand it, or they have to be trained. Weng Quanguang is a promising young man from the Hún Gang. Everyone in the gang was suffering, poor, and full of storms in the early days, because the average level of money earning in the gang was completely impossible to keep up with people of the same class. Their lives were just like expecting their own lottery winnings: the boss was glorious, that was the weather vane, but the younger brothers were as miserable as pigs and dogs, and they were no different from the black brick kiln, and they could only climb up.

It can be imagined that Weng Quanguang's wife suffered a lot of crimes in her early years, and she was in trouble every day. She often had a meal at home but didn't have a meal. Her husband often cut people and ran away. She also asked her to borrow money everywhere to raise travel expenses. She was even familiar with her relatives. She didn't dare to repair her family if she was broken, because she had to be smashed. The reason for the smash was that you had money to repair her and didn't have money to pay her debts? Moreover, she was even used as a commodity by Weng Quanguang as a gambling debt for a winner for a month, betting on her wife, renting her wife out, or throwing her wife on the gambling platform as a bet. It is legal and reasonable under traditional culture.

Weng Quanguang's wife, who was tempered by this kind of storm, is not a gangster, and must be turned into evil, otherwise she cannot survive. This is also the three obediences and four virtues advocated by Confucianism, kissing each other, husband is the leader of wife, father is a thief, and the whole family must help his father steal. In a nutshell, a family criminal group with blood ties as the bond is established. This is the morality of Confucius 2.

Therefore, it is still very famous that Sister Weng and Scarface killed with two big knives, and is considered a pillar of Longchuantang.

Now Weng Quanguang is being beaten by Zheng Abao, who is more powerful, and others, including those from the Public Security Bureau, say: Weng Quanguang fell down. But who can this deceive? Weng Quanguang fell from the building and has nothing to do with Zheng Abao.

Zheng Abao was in a position to cover up the sky and sued him? Even if he won, he would just throw him a scapegoat out, just like Weng Quan’s light-drying pattern.

Besides, Weng Quanguang’s wife has no idea of ​​suing her. The only thing she has been educated by her husband is: whether to hit the victim and the lawyer in the face, or to cut with a knife.

So she immediately wanted to avenge her husband. The best choice for revenge in the world is to find a backstage. Who would die for "justice"? Isn't that stupid? She immediately asked Song Dongsheng to expose Zheng Abao's trick.

Zheng Abao may have done something. As long as he is not a fool, who knows this possibility, he dares to do it.

But Song Dongsheng refused to get involved again. After a fight with Weng Quanguang's wife, he left and drove his inland gunboat back to Haijing from Dongjiang River overnight: his horse was tortured by his rival Zheng Abao and was eliminated in the election. This tragic situation made him continue to stay in Longchuan, even when he drove away from Longchuan on the steam gunboat, he would cry loudly in his cabin.

It’s not because of the pitiful Weng Quanguang, but because of fear of how to meet his boss Li yùting after he goes back - Zheng Abao is a devil, and Li yùting is also

Facing such a big defeat, if it weren't for the 70-year-old mother at home and the hungry three-nv son at home, Song Dongsheng felt that he would definitely have to escape to the Qing Dynasty, or even to Japan or the United States.

It is for this reason that he sent a telegram to the boss to report the situation, but he chose to take a boat back to Haijing, because he sent back the borrowed gunboat to the Huizhou Shipbuilding Branch; the real reason is: if you see the boss one minute at night, you will definitely be worse than death.

Weng Quanguang's wife saw that her husband was being made like that, Shanzhu was also imprisoned, Song Dongsheng ran away, and Longchuan Hall had no leader, so she couldn't bear it anymore, so she immediately opened the gun cabinet, issued an emergency order in the world, and summoned people to go out to avenge her husband.

But she didn't expect that she just said: All the main players in Longchuantang have diarrhea, my mother died, I went out to find my brother and other excuses, and I have never seen anyone again

It was cold in the world, but her loyalty to her husband was hot. Until the next morning, she also understood that Ding Dajiao, Sang Biao, Mushroom Dragon, Blow-legged shrimp, and glasses master would probably never come back, so she directly placed the guns, bullets, machetes and axes in the gun cabinet on the steps, and preached the virtues of benevolence and loyalty to the only seven younger brothers below, and planned to go to the textile factory to "blood-wash" in a short while.

The seven younger brothers didn't know that the elder sister was "crazy". The reason why they didn't escape was mainly because they spent most of their time running back and forth in the old nest, clinic and nurse's house, causing trouble for the eldest son's injuries, so they didn't know what the elder sister wanted to do.

As a result, the seven of them had not figured out what happened. The sheriff who was unanimously informed by the backbone of Longchuantang was already yelling: "The Resistant Dies" slogan "Hold" held a long spear and rushed up. "The Longchuantang patriots" knelt down and surrendered without a single shot, and the stolen people were captured.

The evidence (the guns, axes, and machetes) were arranged too neatly on the steps, so Ou Xingsun was reluctant to move, so he invited the cameraman to come first, and he and his subordinates participated in the war. The unlucky guy who had been caught took a photo of the evidence before he could finish it.

After breaking a criminal group that attempted to assassinate Young Master Bao and interfere with the sacred elections, Ou Xingsun made such a great contribution, immediately twisted his body and deliberately asked his subordinates to take the prisoners to the crowded Sany Street today, just to run away wherever there are more people and show off his contributions.

But the entire street at the entrance of the Yamen Ménmén was lined up. In order to prevent the team from chā, everyone hugged the waist of the previous one tightly, like many huge centipedes, and made it... it was as unbearable as in the photographer's residence. Although they were curious about them, when they saw that Ou Xingsun wanted to make the queue move here, they would definitely dispel the bloody and snatch the queue position that they snatched, they immediately shouted: "Get out, don't you see what we are queuing up, otherwise what if there is someone in the team?"

"Damn it, I have made such a great contribution to Longchuan, you still dare to roar with the official officer? Do you only have railways and that little money in your eyes?" Ou Xingsun immediately pointed at the guy who was glaring at him with a horse whip, and his whole body was trembling with anger.

Yesterday, almost all newspapers in the Empire reported a sensational headline on "Weng Quanguang is injured, may not be able to reach the semi-finals". In addition, another sensational headline was "The Liberal Party proposes private fund-raising self-operated railways", which is no less than the first, and even more sensational than the first.

Because although the Chinese tradition sneered at the Christian ban and moral cleanliness, it was not conservative at all in business. On the contrary, it was very advanced and quickly absorbed Western business culture. Of course, because the literacy rate was too low, I really believed in the nerd and the fake and empty stupidity of Kong Lao 2. Even the Confucian officials who successfully became officials by Kong Lao 2 were more versatile people, and they completely understood the two-faced and three-faced swords that the leader said in his mouth, and actually liked to invest and lend.

This kind of thing is not unique to Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and Hinduism is the same. This religion is extremely civilized and encouraged in business. Time began in ancient Greece, but the developed jing gods of business cannot nurture capitalism. The answer is the same as in China, and other parts of faith.

Not only is it unconservative in business, but Chinese people actually like gambling and speculation in business. This incident has been fully reflected in the speculation circles of Shanghai and Haisong: Shanghai merchants saw that Haijing Futures and the stock market were prosperous and went back to do it immediately, but their monkeys were not controlled by Zhao Kuo. As a result, Shanghai Futures jiāo Yisong is full of bamboo shoots after a rain, and it was opened and turned upside down. What about it, it was just to cheat the fool's margin. After getting the first money, they could run to Haisong anyway. The Qing Dynasty's laws could not control them. What about the investors in Shanghai in Qing Dynasty do nothing?

Futures Yiyuan is in Shanghai. Shanghai and Haijing, the two fastest-growing cities, have also appeared in speculation on land and construction of real estate. Shanghai's leading tycoon is a Jew. He buys wasteland outside the city and builds houses and sells them to a large number of refugees who flock to Shanghai. Haijing's business is more developed, and the real estate industry is mixed, but the housing prices are also rising all the way, which makes Zhao Kuo wonder: I didn't monopolize much land, so I snatched several large pieces of land in Haijing center, preparing to establish a university and enfeoff the nobles to win people's hearts. Other land is personal and free trade, how can real estate still go against the will?

There are also stocks, and stock speculations occurred in the two places at the same time. Shanghai issued any company and immediately went into the sky. Haijing has been similar in the past two years, and sleeper companies can go to the sky, so what is impossible?

Under the order of the emperor, the court investigated the financial situation of stock market companies, intending to puncture the bubble, but had no choice. For example, a certain flour company said: Our company is not profitable enough, and only 30,000 yuan of assets are clearly written on the accounts. There is no fake account. We admit that we might go bankrupt one day, but we can't resist the group of people in the stock market speculating for us to 500 yuan per stock. He is willing to buy it. What does this have to do with us? Should I go to the newspaper to issue a stock warning, telling you that as long as I dare to issue it, our company's stock price will go up to a higher level, and they will rumor that we will be acquired.

I like to play drums and spread. Even if the flour mill is going to go bankrupt, I can fry 500 yuan per piece, but I think there are always those who are stupider than me who can receive goods; and I am not stupid, but smart; there are too many such people, and the court can't do anything. Zhao Kuo is planning to increase the minimum face value of any stock per share from 100 yuan to 500 yuan in the palace, and start to impose stamp tax - the rich are idle, you should die, and you should die. The blood and sweat mines of the empire are better than poor. I will raise the entry threshold and increase the blood strength to prevent you from playing with you. You will be eaten by that group of crocodiles.

In short, the Chinese people are so easy to deal with. Give some sunshine a little bit of sunshine. The business of the empire is prosperous, and it is so prosperous that it makes the palace's uneasy sleep and food. He is afraid of bubbles.

Railways are also a leading celebrity industry in recent years.

For Chinese people, railways are extremely similar to those of the country when the country was destroyed in the late Ming Dynasty: it was extremely hatred at the beginning. How could we see our ancestors after leaving braids? China's clothes were destroyed? But under Confucian Buddhist culture, the five Qing soldiers could slowly kill hundreds of middle-aged men, and they didn't even dare to run away. If they were to play "freedom of speech" in later generations, perhaps Confucian scholars would let go of their tongues, or behave in a straightforward or righteous manner, and persuade the rulers not to cut their hair and leave a braid with a rat's tail. Of course, it is certain that it is possible to be an official for you; but Manren is very clear: I know what you are, if you are something, will the giant Ming Dynasty be destroyed by the flea-like Later Jin? I won't debate with you, and you will know that you will be fooled, and you will be chopped up when you come up.

The "great civilization" under the Confucian tradition was immediately convinced, because Confucius 2 told them: righteousness is good, but those with virtue in the world are here; who has virtue? Who has a fast knife, who has a hard fist, who has virtue and bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong, the emperor is kind to them, and some people, they form party camps, specialize in singing opposites, and talk nonsense, and humiliate the emperor with the scars on the court stick on their butt; the emperor treats them as dogs, and kills them if they dare to fart, and they immediately kneel down and yell with tears in their faces, yelling with wise kings, prosperous times, and then revise historical books, and must make up this dynasty into prosperous times. This is what Kong 2 did, what is the chunqiu brushwork, what is the jingbing brushwork? Isn't it just that whoever scares people and gives money to make up lies and gold to the master? Isn't it just a group of liars?

The truth doesn't matter. Your wealth lies in the genius. It is true that you are poor. If you are poor, you will be alone (Brother, you have not eaten, drink, gamble and marry seven or eight concubines. You must save your life and wait for wealth). If you are prosperous, you will help the world (if the party leader can do it, you can be rich and prosperous, let alone change your hairstyle immediately, you can be a father). In this way, when the Qing soldiers kill all the bloody stupid bi, the rest are people with extremely high emotional intelligence. Everyone has braids, but they are complacent and proud of it. Even if you worship the heavens, Confucius and ancestors, you must have braids without braids. It will make Kong Lao 2 sit up from the grave together and curse: "You are stupid, you won't even make money in a quiet voice."

If you don’t have braids, there is only one situation: because you are so impatient and can’t survive. If you become a monk, everyone will look down on you, you are a funeral practitioner.

Therefore, when the railway was first built, it was a crowd of emotions. He was scared by the brutal red scarf thief of the Hai Emperor and buried the Four Books and Five Classics in his home garden. He argued with reasonable evidence that this thing was probably going to destroy the country (they love Hai Song very much now); but Hai Emperor did not say a word and only took action. He knew that there was nothing to debate with Confucian Buddhism, but the debate hit them, because they were liars who proved the argument with arguments and used advertisements to prove the effectiveness.

The eight-small family of people died of eating his yào, and he stubbornly told you: My yào can cure all diseases, and to cure the disease, it means using your own advertising slogan to prove your advertising slogans, and sometimes it may be mixed with lies and fraud to shamelessly deceive.

In dealing with Confucianism, the emperor believed that violence was enough because liars always wanted to rely on robbers; as long as the imperial examination was ensured to be smooth, Confucianism would automatically transform to cling to yours. The imperial examination was a bait for the group of bitches influenced by traditional culture. With bait, they would never rebel.

So after the emperor went from letting the most despicable scumbags and gangsters beat up a single stupid bi to the temporary army slapping Longchuan, everyone talked about each other: "The weather is so good."

In the past few years, everyone has found that railways are really profitable. Steam engines are so gushing. From merchants to cities with railways, they are all rich. They immediately start to become jealous. The stocks of the three major railway companies in Haisong stock market have been setting sky-high prices. After "I am convinced", the next step is often "I'm jealous. Why can't you keep braids and be an official? Why can't I? I also have braids."

This is what is called "Whether kings, princes, generals and ministers"? Who can be glorious and wealthy? Those with virtue live in it.

Confucian Buddhism tells their worshippers: to judge heroes by their results.

If you kill millions, you will take countless people but you will take the world. That is the saint king. If you are not shameless and despicable enough, you will lose the world or official position. Then the Confucian scholar will slander and spread rumors about your relationship in history books.

Buddhism not to mention: they copied cause and effect from the Veda of Bharata. Cause and effect, is it considered the result or the cause in this life? I can't explain it clearly. Then the vested interests regard this life as the result of the previous life, and I have cultivated it, so you owe me poverty and bad luck. Who would like to say that they were a livestock in their previous life? They all regarded this life as the cause, worked hard to do good deeds, and released snakes and toads like money father, hoping that they could rob them in the next life.

In a nutshell: Because the railway is enough to be hung, the scene is enough to make money, and I can't take off this guy, the backstage is too hard, so traditional culture now believes that the railway is "virtuous" and "virtuous" enters the railway to get a golden rice bowl. "virtuous" has a few precious railway stocks in his hands, which are enough to see these "virtuous" raise their eyes to look at people: I am more hungry than you, I am more rich than you, I am more lucky than you, I am more lucky than you, isn't the fun of life just for comparison? I ride a horse and ride a donkey, and there are still people walking underneath; don't look at me riding a donkey, you don't have a donkey, you are stupid when you walk; this is so angry that I walk in a furious way and roars to the sky: "The king, prince, general, and minister, I am so kind that I buy everything related to the railway next time I see it."

In this way, as soon as the private railway plan proposed by Zheng Abao appeared, I don’t know anything else. The lights in Haijing’s wealthy gathering area were not turned off that night. The next day, there were guys carrying heavy briefcases at Haijing Railway Station. When walking, they looked around and deliberately lit up the pistols. A large group of such people, Chinese and foreigners, all of whom bought were to Longchuan, and the bags were all cash or bills and checks. They rushed to Longchuan and wanted to buy the Longmei Line and take the original shares that were "false".

Not only the rich people in Haijing are well-informed, another batch of such goods came from Huizhou Station, and another batch of Heyuan Station: the little merchant walked with a fork, sat on the floor after coming up, pressed his crotch with his hands, stared at the terrified eyes everywhere, looking at the suits and ties all over the carriage, his daughter-in-law must have sewn the banknotes into his crotch; the big merchant hired an escort agency, four or five big men held the luggage rack with their hands, stood up, and guarded the handcuffs in the middle with fierce eyes and the handle of the pistol and gun in their waists.

The guy in the suitcase; and the guy holding various payment notes from BNP Paribas or Ocean Bank in his arms, although he didn't have to carry cash like these local bulls, but when he saw so many bundles of banknotes and silver dollar-shaped packages, he suddenly began to doubt whether he could get cash in Longchuan, whether he would be taken first by these bastards, whether he had done something wrong, and should have taken cash on board? These people squeezed a row of third-class cars like canned sardines, and all cars were full of fishy banknotes.

And all this was just Zheng Abao expressed his intention with his mouth.

One intention, one dream, one story, as long as you are not caught directly, that is enough to make this group of people take risks.

On this day, from the first passenger train that Haijing drove out at night and arrived in Longchuan in the early morning, Longchuan Station found piles of "money bags" rolling out of the car, shouting, how much balance is missing, and whether to queue up.

The people from other places were still anxious when they got off the train, but when they saw the locals who had been queuing in line from the early morning, all the suspicion, all the worries, and all the uneasiness were immediately wiped out: at least so many people think the same as themselves, and the law does not blame the public, they are afraid that they will rob them. Even if they are robbing salt and shit, I have to rob them. I must rob them.

The outsider immediately plunged into the local team with his money bags. He regretted that he was conservative and should not bring such a little money by looking at the situation. He should sell the old coffin for more money. He rushed to the iron iron in the yamen and wanted to write his name early on in the fundraising booklet. Saya, who was carrying a bill of exchange checks, ran to the bank. He originally wanted to get 5,000, but now he has changed his mind. He will withdraw as much as he has the money and bet on his property.

When the locals who were still watching found that the train station was coming out continuously, so many outsiders were crowding at the mouth of the Yamen Ménmén. They suddenly slapped them and shouted, "Everyone robs them, even if they were robbing salt and shit, I had to rob them. I had to rob them. I had to rob them." They stared at the look of fear that they could not squeeze out and went home to find money, but Longchuan's money was often drunk by lottery, so a long queue was lined up in front of Longchuan's pawn shop, and they used all the valuables as well. Then they ran to Yamen excitedly, as if the hard-earned money in their hands was fried bags, the sooner they threw it out, the better.

Therefore, the crowd at the mouth of Yam is getting bigger and bigger, and the ground is full of bites of cakes, vegetable leaves, and even tied with unmovable mothers staring at the crazy people blankly, just like a city where the fleeing everywhere. Don't worry, it's not a war, but the locals look at the crowd in front of Yam, and the more they feel that they can't miss the opportunity. They throw away the items in their hands and go home to get the money.

This scene is like: the crowd at the mouth of the yamen is like a torch. As it gets bigger and bigger, the "Zuantian Monkey" is burning around. The onlookers are flying around and they all go to find money. After a while, they run back with the silver dollars or banknotes in their arms, and the torch is growing. The whole county town seems to be burning, and the smoke is running all over the ground. The streets are full of people running in panic. When they meet, they shout: "Brother (sister/brother/uncle/nephew/aunt), I am short of money to help me. Do you have money to lend me money? It's okay to save as much as you can."

The reporters took photos and posted back to report on the grand occasion of the fundraising. The outsiders who were so anxious that they were beaten by this huge torch were thinking that they had too little money, so they ran into the telegraph company to send an urgent telegraph to the local area, "Hurry up and find me as much money as you can." They didn't know that every report or telegraph could cause hundreds of out-of-towners to panic like locals-"Others rob them, even if they were robbing salt and shit, I had to rob them, and I had to rob them, and I had to rob them,"--so they were robbed.

In the afternoon, Heyuan County, nearest Heyuan County, started a bank run. Heyuan Railway Station was also frightened to find that the railway tracks were densely packed with people. Now, whether it is a bus or a train, they will snatch the car when they see it, not to evade tickets, but to step faster than their compatriots. Therefore, the roof of the carriage was covered with people, all of whom were carrying money bags to Longchuan. Even foreign financial tycoons in the financial industry in Beijing received warnings that "the bank seems to have a run."

Fang Bingsheng in Longchuan Railway Station jumped and shouted. Although Yi Cheng was not there in the backstage and the countless urgent telegrams from the Beijing headquarters were sent out (he didn't know that Weng Quanguang could not respond. This involved a high-level power struggle, and he couldn't do it either), he still shouted in horror and went to the ** official to initiate a ruling - this is no longer an election issue. The Liberal Party intends to illegally raise funds to infringe on Song You TieDian, which is a crime!

But he couldn't squeeze into the yamen. The yamen were full of people carrying money bags, and the yamen was not at work yet.

As soon as he saw him, many people knew what he wanted to do. Song You Tie Electric was a stern official. The smart Chinese could figure out what he meant with his toes. Immediately, countless people got up and threatened to beat him to death. **he, *m, he was not allowed to let him go. If he wanted to eat alone, he would be jealous of someone without the backstage. So Fang Bingsheng had to take his subordinates back in disappointment. After finding out that except for the glasses being blurred by the spits, two buttons with the double-star logo were missing.

Even Qi Yunlu had a dog ascended to heaven overnight: he did not go to the yamen today because Zhang Qi was not satisfied with the progress and speed of his construction of the dormitory building. He came to the textile factory today to inspect the construction process. Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached the textile factory, he was surrounded by a group of local merchants, and they asked him like a thief whether he could leave, as a member of the Liberal Party, after the ménchā team wrote his name into the shareholder fundraising booklet.

Qi Yunlu's eyes rolled and said, "Isn't this easy?" Immediately, several 10 yuan bills were tucked into his pocket. Qi Yunlu tiǎn's mouth and reached out and said, "You can give me the cash and the good citizen certificate. I'll go to Yam to talk to Lao Zhang and find a loophole to register it directly for you. OK?" After that, among the thanks of the people around him, he brought a group of merchants with his eyes and smiled, and turned around with his cash pocket and ran towards Yam. Along the way, he collected a lot of money and wanted to kneel down and kowtow to him. Of course, there were more warriors who watched him go to the team, but due to his identity, he dared not speak but dared to kill him with his eyes.

At the same time, the result of the conspiracy between Yin's conspiracy last night was already displayed on the headlines and outs of major newspapers in Haijing in the morning:

"Sir Zheng Shaoting supports his younger brother: 1 million Song Yuan is ready to say: I'm not enough"

"Jade Zhou Kaiyuan takes the lead: The Song Dynasty Patriot Textile Bank intends to invest in Longmei Line 1 million yuan";

"The Christian Patriotic Merchant Guild of Hunan, the Great Song Dynasty: intending to invest in Longmei Line 2.4 million yuan";

"The Northern Development Promotion Association of the Great Song Dynasty: Intentional investment in Longmei Line 500,000 yuan";

"The Song Dynasty Newspaper Guild: Intentional to invest in Longmei Line 500,000 yuan";

"Songbei Railway Spokesperson Statement: A mature and professional railway management company is willing to contribute its own strength to the Longmei Line"

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In the blink of an eye, I didn’t look at the locals and small retail investors in Longchuan, but the tycoons claimed in the newspaper that they could invest in the amount of 7 million in one morning, and the consortiums followed were still appearing continuously, and the Longmei Line was very short, 34 million was enough.

The emperor who was drinking coffee in the palace got a elbow-high folk newspaper delivered by the guards. After reading it twice, he changed his face and put down the coffee cup. Each newspaper hurriedly browsed the headlines. He was stunned for a while and shouted: "Oh, I didn't say anything? No policies, no laws, no negotiations, nothing? Who will build it, who will manage it, who will buy the front rails of the car, how to distribute the power and responsibilities, how the court intervenes, and how you intervene. In this case, you dare to do the Longmei Line by yourself? Is this a group of monkeys brave enough? When did the imperial court move the capital to Longchuan? Is this a railway sold? Louhuā? Is there something like Louhuā? No, you have any railway huā, you have to get up."

Louhuā: The idea that Hong Kong people invented that relying solely on drawings or even a mouth can collect a large amount of money. It is faster and sharper than making money in nothing, and it is only applicable to the Chinese culture of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

When Zheng Abao was sitting on a yacht, the wounds covered on his head were lying in his hair like a big maggot. His eyes were dark and he still had insomnia last night. So he was wearing a nightgown and lying on the swaying deck, motionless, holding a fishing rod in his hand, and fell to sleep when he caught a fish.
Chapter completed!