[I usually update for 6 days, one chapter a day, and no Sunday. Because there are recommendations, I updated this week continuously, starting from January 1, two chapters a day, 9 am and 3 pm]

The Democratic Party Fang Bingsheng's ticket-buying method adds fuel to the fire of the Longchuan Circus performance. Longchuan civilians have two more catchphrases: "Have you watched the circus in your family? Have you joined the election company?"

If the person asked answered no, the person asked would be very happy and immediately said with concern on his face, "Go quickly! Take the free ticket to watch the circus, that circus is so good! But it's a foreign food! Besides, you don't want to give it money? And they give less and less money."

Three days later, on Friday, people waiting for the circus tent to sell their votes lined up in a long row, because more and more people knew the tricks here, and it was impossible not to sell them. Seeing their wives, children or some male bastard who took the lead and sold the votes and watched the circus performance show, one of their own men was inevitably caught as if they were caught. It’s a pity that men would not sell tickets, unless you took the Democratic bribes to get a free ticket. If you don’t sell them, you won’t get the tickets. People force them to pay for the show. Such a good thing, such an obvious small advantage, and you don’t know how to take such a stupid Chinese people to go out to meet relatives and friends?

So Longchuan's literacy crash course business was very good. Even the newly opened class rented courtyard houses could not sit down, so he had to line up a few rows of small stools in the alley. The teacher's 15 or 16-year-old son taught adults to read in front of the small blackboard. They worked hard to practice the designated chapters of the Bible and hoped to get rid of the blind and get money to watch the circus.

In addition to getting rid of the blind, it is just a borrowing money.

Voters' qualifications must have certain property. Poor people do not have an industry or passbook to prove that they have money. But they can borrow it. Therefore, people holding cheap snacks in Longchuan City can be seen running around everywhere, giving gifts, borrowing some money from relatives or friends, depositing them in the bank, and using their passbook to apply for a voter's qualification certificate, and they will pay back the money immediately after the payment is completed.

So the police officers who handle voter registration in the Public Security Bureau were busy, and all the people from all walks of life flocked to come here to handle voters. If they were honest, it would be fine. The problem was that half of the people here didn't know a word, and half were so poor that they didn't even have pants. They just wanted to rely on soft and hard work or fake to get voter qualifications. When facing these crooked people every day, the police officers were so angry that their face turned green. If they hadn't watched Fang Bingsheng give away a family ticket to the entire Public Security Bureau, and the snacks and fruits that were piled up in the small yard by the gifts from his home at night, they would have long greeted the eight generations of Democratic ancestors.

On the other hand, Fang Bingsheng not only used money to buy tickets, but also gave less and less money.

He is so smart, how could he give you five yuan for free? The thirty people he gave before were just his bait.

At 2 pm on Friday, Fang Bingsheng walked past the long queue, and the rooster followed him with a parasol for him, looking like a commander who was inspecting the recruits. Under the scorching sun, all the people in line were sweating profusely. These people were all rich and poor, rich and poor: there were gentlemen in long robes and glasses; there were businessmen with briefcases under their arms; there were coolies with no shirts and braids wrapped around their necks; there were even mixed gangs with dragons and phoenixes on their bodies, probably came with the boss on their backs, otherwise Weng Quanguang would not have broken his legs even if he knew about it.

People who came out of the tent of the voting company were all excited: some people waved their tickets to the crowd to show off; some people covered their chests and sneered all the way; some people even came out of the tent and didn't leave at all, but instead asked in line with the circus tickets in their hands: "Brother, I'm short of money, I won't watch the circus anymore. Do you buy this ticket? There's no need to queue up, I'll sell it to you for 5 yuan."

The people in line are originally coming for money and tickets, and they are holding voter qualifications. Who would buy such scalper tickets? But seeing that they have achieved success, a ticket that is hit will be sold for 5 yuan in the blink of an eye, which is envious and hopeful, because soon they will have this valuable gift ticket in their hands.

When these people saw Fang Bingsheng coming over, they all expressed their greetings with a flattering smile on their faces. Fang Bingsheng just nodded slightly, and his hand behind him was not even intended to extend it.

Someone in the queue saw him approaching, so he leaned over and asked, "Mr. Fang, I heard that he only gave three yuan now, can he give five yuan?"

"Yes! Mr. Fang, you are rich and generous, and you are very kind and generous. Give me more! Didn't you give me five yuan at the beginning?" Many people nodded and echoed.

Fang Bingsheng stopped, sneered, and pointed a hand at the "Recruitment Notice" in the distance under the shadow of the parasol and said: "That's right! I gave more votes on the first day! But we need votes for elections, and our opponents are Zhang Qijie. Now we are buying more and more votes. Every elector in my hand has two or three hundred votes. We have already won firmly. What other votes are you buying?"

Seeing the people queuing with disappointment, Fang Bingsheng bowed and smiled and said, "Dear fellows, our Democratic Party's money is not infinite, it is also earned by a drop of sweat. We bought a thousand tickets in just two days. Don't you see that there are always so many people queuing here? We actually don't need votes anymore, we have won! Just for the fellows of Longchuan, look, you came here to support me on a hot day, and I really feel sorry for you. So even if you don't need votes, we are still collecting tickets to help you. This is not business, but our favor. Please watch the circus and invite you to have a cup of tea."

After saying this, the people in the queue were quiet for a while, and then weakly said some scattered "Okay" and "Thank you Mr. Fang". After all, I thought that the first batch of people who sold real money and got five silver dollars. I sold it two days later, so I could only be three yuan. I was really disappointed, but no one in the queue turned around and left. The three yuan was also a lot of money, and it was given for nothing!

Fang Bingsheng entered the tent of "Longchuan Assistant Company" and saw that there was very little furniture inside, just a table was placed in it. As the counter for registering and signing the contract to receive money, there were several wooden boxes behind it as chairs and utensils for storing good citizens' certificates and voters' certificates. Lin Liuming stood behind his master and pointed out the person selling votes in front of him: "Oh, it's Zhong Erzai's turn. You can vote for Zhong Erzai and write the name of "Zhong Erzai" in this document." As he said that, he put a gift ticket in front of the man, and pressed a piece of ocean on it. He looked at the two things. The middle-aged man selling the tickets looked happy and was busy writing signatures and stampings on the part-time election contract.

"How is Lao Lin?" Fang Bingsheng walked in and asked.

"Close the door temporarily!" Lin Liuming saw Fang Bingsheng coming in, and hurriedly sent the guests away. He asked the security guard at the door to put down the curtain of the tent, and then he reported to Fang Bingsheng: "Mr. Fang, you are really a clever plan. You bought about 200 votes in three days."

Fang Bingsheng nodded and said, "Very good, let's go to the next step. Are the things ready?"

"It's ready!" Lin Liuming immediately directed his men to raise a large rattan box from behind and put it on the table. Fang Bingsheng opened the box and saw stacks of good citizens' certificates and voter certificates inside, tied well with a rope, with hundreds of copies, nearly a thousand copies.

But these documents all look brand new, just like they just came out of the printing shop.

Lin Liuming put more than a dozen newly bought voter certificates and good citizen certificates on these bundles of documents, and was very careful, as if a Western pastry chef was sprinkling poppy grains on the cake.

After covering the box, Fang Bingsheng lifted it up with his own hands. It was very heavy. He even gritted his teeth before he could lift it barely.

"Brother Sheng, why don't I do it?" Shan Ji quickly asked for help when she saw this.

"Forget it, since I plan this time, I will do it. It's only a short distance anyway." Fang Bingsheng smiled sinisterly.

Hundreds of people queuing outside looked at the tent door of "Selective Company" rolled up again. Fang Bingsheng, who was smiling, walked out with a heavy box and walked forward along the queue. The route he had just walked.

"Mr. Fang bought a lot of tickets, right?" asked the person in line with a smile.

"It looks like that, at least there are a few thousand votes, right?" the person next to him helped.

Fang Bingsheng grinned his teeth and turned his head to see that both of them were employees of the Opium Pavilion, namely the nursery. While laughing, he made small moves on his fingers. He picked up the buckles of the box cover and immediately opened the box cover by himself. The bundles of documents rolled all over the floor, and the scattered documents that Lin Liuming had just stuffed in were even spread all over the floor.

Shan Ji and his bodyguard immediately picked up in front of the crowd in a hurry. Fang Bingsheng said, holding the empty box, "Oh, it's all my fault." His face looked bitter, but his glasses flashed behind him with a proud and sinister smile.

"Oh, when did they get so many votes? Do we have so many voters in Longchuan?" Looking at the group of people who were sticking out their butts and the hill-like voter's certificates, the voters in line looked pale.

"Is this normal? After all, who doesn't want to watch a circus? Is it a waste of money? The boy from my neighbor is only twenty years old this year. Yesterday I gave a gift and changed his good citizenship certificate to twenty-five years old!" Someone said with envy and contempt.

After Fang Bingsheng and his side walked for a while, Lin Liuming came out of the tent and shouted with his waist on his back: "Dear fellow villagers, I'm sorry! We have collected too many tickets! We have spent too much money on Longchuan! So we won't collect tickets anymore. Please come back with everyone."

After saying that, he turned around and walked in.

This sentence suddenly became a sensation. The people who were still queuing up in shock and fury, squeezed into the tent of "Selective Company" and almost crushed the tent. Lin Liuming, who was sitting behind the table, watched a "meat wall" rise from the front of his table: it was crowded with people, and people were crowded with heads. Countless hands stretched out and waved the white paper in his hand, countless begged, scolded, and horror erupted from the meat wall:

"Aren't you cheating people? I just worked hard to get a voter's certificate!"

"**! I'm here at 1 o'clock today, and I've been queuing in line for an hour under the sun! Don't you take it?"

"I borrowed money to apply for a voter certificate, you have to give me some money, right?"

"If you don't collect voter certificates, then you can't fool us? At least you give me a ticket, right?"

"Yes, you can not collect a voter's certificate, give a ticket! Give a ticket!"

"You can sell the tickets for free! Anyway, the young man doesn't have tickets, yes, give me the ticket!"

"Give away tickets! Give away tickets! Give away tickets!"

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Lin Liuming, who was sitting there, was spitting his head and face in his mouth, and then the angered crowd grabbed the collar and wanted to be beaten. Lin Liuming, who was so scared that he reached out to cover his saliva and his swaying fists, begging for mercy: "Everyone, please be careful! Don't be anxious!" He shouted: "Go and invite Mr. Fang!"

Ten minutes later, Fang Bingsheng left and returned. He first invited everyone out of the tent. After all, the Western yurt seemed to collapse soon. Looking at the voters who surrounded him with three layers inside and three layers inside and three layers outside, he stretched out his hand and pressed it down repeatedly, expressing his hope that everyone would calm down and shouted loudly: "My fellow villagers, I'm sorry! We have really won the election firmly. We really don't need votes and are unable to buy..."

"Bad! We finally got a voter's certificate and lined up again. You can't stop accepting it!" Someone immediately interrupted his words, arousing loudly echoing.

Fang Bingsheng looked helpless. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and defended again: "I know it's not easy for everyone, but our recruitment notice is clearly written: The wages are negotiable. We don't need workers anymore. Do you have to come in? There is no reason..."

Someone rushed over and pointed at Fang Bingsheng's nose and said, "Didn't your Democratic Party rely on our fellow villagers? Why do you fool us like this? You still expect us to vote for your vote?"

Fang Bingsheng smiled and said, "The election is like going to a restaurant for dinner. I bought three bowls of rice and was full. The store had to force me to eat the fourth bowl. I don't need it anymore! Who are you willing to sell the fourth bowl of rice to whom? Where is the reason for forced buying and selling? What are the questions?"

"Don't talk nonsense! It's okay not to collect good citizen certificates and voter certificates, so I'll give us a ticket!" Someone raised his arms and shouted, and everyone agreed like a storm.

Fang Bingsheng curled his lips, shrugged his shoulders, and looked disdainful. He said, "Since you can't reach an agreement, you have to ask the sheriff over there to judge. We are not wrong anyway."

Think about it, and I was born to be afraid of the officials, so the crowd was no longer as aggressive as before. Someone gritted his teeth and shouted: "Mr. Fang, please, we just want to watch the circus, otherwise, would it be better to sell tickets to us? I am happy to watch the circus."

This proposal also made many people agree: it would be better to spend money to buy tickets and see the Western scenery if you don’t buy votes or give them a gift. The tickets can be sold as scalpers, and the market is very good, because Fang Bingsheng will never give men’s tickets. If a young man under the age of 25 doesn’t buy tickets through the old scalper, he will never be able to watch this Western circus in his life.

Looking at the people with anticipation, Fang Bingsheng closed his eyes and thought for a long time, as if he had cut his own flesh. He opened his eyes and gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and said, "Didn't our Democratic Party rely on the support and help of all the villagers? The circus was also invited for everyone, so we must let the villagers benefit. After all, our purpose is to make decisions for the people!"

As he said that, he waved his hand and asked, "Do you think this is good? We will continue to recruit, but we won't give you extra money. Let's leave us a voter's certificate and a good citizen's certificate, and pay one dollar silver to buy a circus ticket. All conditions are the same. If the person you chose is elected, I will refund this dollar to you. OK?"

This proposal calmed everyone down, which means that the original money and tickets have changed to only free tickets.

But this is always better than nothing. As for voter certificates, since the government does not charge money, the cost is equal to zero, so everyone will not consider it.

And it is indeed free to watch circus! Free!!!

"Okay! Mr. Fang said it well! I sold it! This is one yuan and two certificates, so give me the circus tickets!" A middle-aged man who seemed to be a Xiaokang family rushed to the front and handed the two certificates and one yuan to Fang Bingsheng.

"I'll sell it too! This is my money!"

"Mine! Get mine first!"

"Grass! I've been waiting in line for two hours! My, Mr. Fang!"

Immediately, Fang Bingsheng was filled with voter certificates.

"Looking in line, line up, everyone!" Fang Bingsheng said with a smile.

A hundred meters away, Shan Ji and a few Democratic people were sitting in the carriage, watching Fang Bingsheng perform with a smile, while rummaging through the rattan box he had just proposed. He pulled out the two pieces of bundles of paper, and threw the remaining blank white paper under his feet. Only the bundles of voter certificates and good citizen certificates were real, and there were white paper inside.

Fang Bingsheng played like this just to create the illusion that his votes were already flooded, which not only suppressed the price of tickets, but also created public opinion, making his opponents completely desperate.

It was very successful. From a five-yuan remuneration, you had to give him one yuan as collateral to get the ticket. Fang Bingsheng's ticket price became zero, and he only provided a circus performance for free. Everyone was worried that he would stop collecting tickets at any time, and he used voter's certificate to exchange for free tickets. Some people even raised the price themselves, giving the Democratic Party two to three dollars to buy the circus ticket.

Soon, selling votes becomes the one who has the highest mortgage to get the first. You can pay one yuan, but you have to wait for the rich to get the first payment. The maximum mortgage amount reaches 4 yuan and 50 cents. That is to say, you can get the circus ticket if you mortgage so much money to Fang Bingsheng. After the vote, and the vote you choose will be the MP, he will return it to you, which is completely equivalent to the income of being a scalper.

Free access to voters to watch circuses cannot guarantee loyalty and effectiveness; however, under Fang Bingsheng's operation, in fact, it is still free to invite you to watch circuses, but it firmly ties up more and more voters.
Chapter completed!