Saturday at 5 p.m.

The carriage from the Opium Pavilion arrived at the lottery shop next to the post office. It was impossible to enter, and half of the street was blocked. There were crowds of people surrounding the lottery shop, and more people rushed over.

Lin Liuming, Li Meng, Zhuang Fei, and Zhong Erzai and his men pushed away the dense crowds and squeezed to the bottom. They were stunned when they saw them. Four or five sheriffs inside stood in a fan shape to separate the crowd from a small open space at the door of the lottery store. Behind them were seven or eight guys with foreign accents were holding notebooks and pencils in their hands, piled up in front of the threshold of the lottery store like begging, and shouting inside.

The boss Fan Xijue, who stood behind the threshold, looked slightly red as if he was drunk. He was fucking a handful of old brown besieged in his hand and jumped and shouted: "What bird reporter? What do reporters do? I said, you can't come in! Before I deposit, who dares to step into my store?!"

Someone among the onlookers shouted: "Boss Fan, we also want to buy lottery tickets! How can you buy it if you don't let people in?"

Fan Xijue stared at the speaker, swallowed, but said nothing. Because he was too scared to think because of surprise, he was too scared to think. There were a pile of ten-yuan bills with elbows high in the counter behind him, and together with the small lottery sold today, he actually had sales of tens of thousands of silver dollars. He had never seen so much money together in his life.

Half an hour ago, after Zhang Qijie and the other four showed off their lottery tickets proudly and started to parade the city on the deputy driver's seat of the carriage, the crowd outside the lottery store subconsciously followed the elders' meetings and several carriages and ran a few steps, but soon came to his senses. A worker bodyguard who came to guard Zhang Qijie was the first to rush into the lottery store with his gun in his arms. He admired his boss very much and was so confident that he was abandoned. Anyway, they came to protect the boss's cash. Now that the cash has become a lottery, they don't need them anymore, so he threw two oceans to Fan Xijue, who was sleepwalking behind the counter, and was the first to buy two lottery tickets from his boss.

Then three or four people came in to buy the lottery tickets from the Presbyterian Church. Ten minutes later, the old beams on the lottery shop were creaking. The entire lottery shop was filled with people, and the people outside were squeezing in. The soil on the roof of the lottery shop fell down, and it seemed that it was about to explode.

Because the guys who are the most adventurous and care about lottery most have already figured out that they have to suppress Zhang Qijie and the other four: they all buy more than 2,000 lottery tickets at a time. This is a clear idea of ​​who is elected as a member of parliament. Whoever sells more lottery tickets will win. This is a sure win for them!

The second round of "Bole Award" is related to the election of the parliamentarians. However, Longchuan is different from other parts of the empire. Longchuan people vote by themselves! This is simply a big black village. The Longchuan people want to be elected will be elected! Which lottery player who has purchased a candidate's lottery will not want the person to be elected?

Take Qi Yunlu, who bought the least, as an example. He bought 2,000 copies at one time. The two rounds of bonus above his head were 50,000 yuan. If he bought one with him and he won in a row, 1 silver dollar would be 26 yuan! 1 loss of 26!

This kind of good thing always has to take a try, so the most gambling guys immediately filled the lottery shop.

This scene was originally when Fan Xijue was dreaming. If it were usual, he would have been so happy, but today the big pie knocked him unconscious. Looking at the stacks of blue banknotes under his feet, he was as stupid as a wooden chicken, unable to move or speak, and the greedy faces and waving hands in front of the counter, and the anxious roar of buying tickets had washed his already shaking nerves like a hurricane.

Although the young man was also scared, the store was not his own and the impact was not big enough. Seeing so many people knocking on the counter, they cursed and asked them to sell the lottery tickets quickly. They trembled around the wooden boss and went to the wall to get the lottery books of the four people from the Presbyterian Church.

Now a lottery ticket that has not been sold in Japan has now become the same temptation as the beauty. Seeing the four lottery books of different colors in the young man's arms, everyone's eyes turned red. Everyone roared, and the counter made a loud noise, and they were squeezed toward Fan Xijue by one foot. The snake wine glass jar at the end of the counter shook a few times and fell down, rolled into the counter and broke it. Countless hands reached out to the lottery books in the guy's arms, which scared the guy so pale that he stopped looking around, and did not dare to approach the counter. What's more, seeing that the owner and servant Tai Moji of the lottery shop actually rushed up to the counter, kneeling on it and waved silver dollars to the person inside to grab the lottery ticket.

Fan Xijue has only come to his senses now. It’s not because the store is about to collapse. He won’t run away even if it is about to collapse. He will be smashed to death among tens of thousands of silver dollars. If he does this, he will laugh! He is because the group of wild beasts outside are getting closer and closer to the pile of banknotes under his feet, as if the mother’s nature of protecting children has been inspired. The honest man with sleeves looks harmless and bent down to pull out the old brown beth spear from the cabinet under the counter. He aims at everyone and shouts repeatedly: “Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Of course there were no bullets in the gun. In fact, Fan Xijue didn't expect to use this thing one day. This was just a contractor's rule requiring the owner to have weapons to defend himself. In order to save money, he spent a cent of silver to buy the gun from the old man who collected waste. He was confident that he would throw the gun to him when facing the sheriff's inspection and said: "My Lord, I really don't have a gun certificate, but this gun cannot be considered a gun, and it will definitely not be fired. It's just a fire stick."

The gun muzzle was burned black. It seemed that it had been used as a fire stick. The gun was covered with dirt. The little spider on a spider web that was stabbed into the trigger circle that Fan Xijue pulled into was terrified and climbed up to his arm along Fan Xijue's sleeve. But the gun was always a gun, even if a cockroach had just crawled out of the gun.

Facing the gun, the enthusiastic expressions of the guests faded: Everyone is here to buy lottery tickets, not to play duel games with the shop owner. Someone in the crowd in front of the counter raised a hat: the police officer's hat, and then a shout came: "Everyone is out! I am a sheriff!"

"Yes! I want to call the police! I want to call the police!" Fan Xijue screamed in tears.

The guests were finally driven out. The sheriff who was just now crowded with sweat and drove the last guest who was reluctant to hold the silver dollar out of the door, then trotted back to the counter, pressed a five-dollar bill that was wrinkled and sweaty on the counter, and whispered: "Old Fan! I will protect you! Hurry, hurry, hurry, each of the four people in the Chamber of Commerce tear me one!"

Fan Xijue was still holding a gun and staring at the inexplicable and heartbroken guests at the door. He was still sleepwalking. His friend was better than the boss. He quickly put the four brand new lottery books in his arms that had never been torn off on the table. He took the five-yuan bill and tore off each one cleanly, handed it to the sheriff, and said, "Officer Lin, wait for me to find money for you."

Officer Lin grabbed four lottery tickets and stuffed them into his pocket. Seeing the guy busy looking for money, he turned his head and looked at the group of bitter-faced guests outside the door, thought for a while and whispered: "Forget it, stop looking for money, Wang Yu's family will have another one to bet on the dark horse!"

After a while, the imperial envoy Jin Zhongji, the election host who was in charge of the county government, sent his secretary to see the situation. The guests were driven out but did not leave. They surrounded the lottery shop and wanted to buy it. The reporters also came to the news and wanted to go in and investigate, but Fan Xijue was not allowed to enter with his broken gun, which turned out to be a situation where people were watching.

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Seeing this scene, the Democratic Party who were squeezed to the front of the crowd looked at each other and muttered for a moment. Li Meng whispered: "It seems that I won't sell it today." Zhuang Fei nodded quickly: "Yes, it's not that we don't want to buy it, it's that he won't buy it." Zhong Erzai rubbed his teeth and echoed: "Let's go back first." Lin Liuming asked with a look of disappointment: "How can the person surnamed Fang explain?"

In fact, the four people didn't want to come at all.

They thought that under the superb operation of Zhong Jialiang, the headquarters and Fang Bingsheng of the Railway, the council members had already obtained it. Who would have thought that the Presbyterian Church suddenly used this inexplicable lottery, which made Fang Bingsheng dumbfounded and wanted to hit the wall.

Fang Bingsheng hit the wall with his head and hit him. It doesn’t matter to the four people in the Opium Hall. The four heroes are actually employees who come after the boss’s orders. They don’t care about the election, and they don’t spend their own thoughts or money.

However, the interests of the election are directly related to the cooperation between Song Shang Bank and Song Zuo Tie-Director. Fang Bingsheng participated more deeply than these four bastards. How could he let go easily?

It just so happened that Lin Liuming suggested buying some lottery tickets by himself so that the four opponents would not lead too far. Fang Bingsheng immediately agreed, but Fang Bingsheng did not agree to reimburse Lin Liuming.

When he heard that he could not be reimbursed, how could Lin Liuming use his thousands of silver dollars to gamble? If he lost the bet, he would lose all his money and give it to the other party! Seeing that there was a stupid egg that was slapped Fang Bingsheng and shot the first bird, the other three bastards immediately helped Fang Bingsheng to strictly order Lin Liuming to sacrifice himself for everyone, but Lin Liuming immediately changed his words, burst into tears, and rolled around without paying for the money.

Seeing that the four people were cursing each other to fighting each other, three people beat Lin Liuming.

Looking at the three Democratic parties who were rolling up their sleeves and cursing the traitors to clean up the traitors, Fang Bingsheng knew that these guys just wanted others to go up the mountain of swords and seas to count their own money, and they could only be rich and not in trouble. How could this be done? What a f*cking team like this?!

Fang Bingsheng immediately changed his face and ordered the four of them to raise money to buy Lin Liuming's lottery!

It was like a bolt from the blue, and four people suddenly became beaten in front of Fang Bingsheng and cried bitterly.

Finally, Fang Bingsheng was angry and shouted: You can't pay, I will send a telegram to Zhong Jialiang immediately! The four comrades in Longchuan are disobedient, so I can't take it anymore! Let the people from the foreign medicine guild take you by themselves! I'll go back to the capital by myself, you can do it yourself!

This threat is very powerful. After all, the four of them rely on foreign medicine guilds to make a living, and they "actively" removed from the guild for the sake of the election. Although they have not done much in the election, they all know that the boss of Zhong Jialiang attaches great importance to the election. If Zhong Jialiang is angry, he might be kicked out of the foreign medicine guild.

As a result, the four people sighed and gathered the members: each of them gathered 500 oceans, and Lin Liuming was snatched 600 oceans by several other brothers because of his talkativeness and tongue. Fang Bingsheng also allocated 500 oceans from the election funds, gathered 2,600 silver dollars, barely overwhelmed Li Guangxi and grabbed the second place.

Because those who buy lottery tickets know that Fan Xijue does not accept checks or anything else, only cash, so a few people brought in 2,600 banknotes from the Opium Hall and came to buy Lin Liuming Lottery.

Although we discussed with each other on the way, we felt that the headquarters might reimburse the money for themselves, but we were always unconfidant and suddenly had to spend hundreds of oceans to gamble. What did we say? Now, seeing that the lottery store seemed to be unwilling to enter, a few people gave up and didn't want to throw the money away.

But it is easy for them to come but not easy for them to leave. Someone onlookers shouted: "Look! The Democratic people are here! They must have come to buy lottery tickets too!"

A sentence made everyone stare at them. The people standing behind were almost across the road and could not see what was ahead clearly. Then they listened to the words "The Democratic Party is here too! We are going to fight for money!" This sentence was like a wave that spread from the front to the back, and the crowd was in full swing.

It seemed to have a huge aura, and the crowd separated, allowing the four people from the Opium Pavilion to stand in the center of a small open space. The crowd shouted: "Go up! Democratic Party!" "Buy five thousand! Buy five thousand!" "I want tens of thousands!" They applauded and applauded, and the whole Sany Street was boiling. People were rushing to the windows, and people were rushing to the roof, and people with excitement ran on the roof. The carriage that was blocked by the crowd on the street, and the passengers climbed to the roof of the carriage and looked at the lottery shop.

The four people surrounded by the middle were helpless and furious - these bastards just wanted to watch the fun.

Someone rushed to the four people, waved two lottery tickets with the name of Zhuang Fei General in his hand, and shouted with anticipation: "Boss Zhuang, I bought your lottery in the morning! I am Bole, I bet you are a thousand-mile horse! You must surpass the Presbyterian Church!"

Someone rushed up with the lottery stick in his hand, shouting: "Boss Li Meng, I'll buy you 4 yuan lottery! I bet you in the circus! I also mortgaged two oceans in "Selected Company"! You have to bet on you! My wife and children depend on you!"

"Your wife and children are nothing to do with me! It's up to you, it's not about using your money to bet?" Li Meng pointed at the other party in anger and shouted.

"Buy it! I bought your lottery ticket! I also mortgaged the money in the circus!"

"You can't let us lose money!"

"Don't be stingy! You have money!"

"Anyway, I bought your lottery! If I lose money, will I believe it if I burned your opium restaurant?"

"If you lose the election, I swear to Jesus that I will never smoke opium!"

More and more people shouted, and the four Democratic parties in the circle looked like earth, and everyone was angry and afraid.

"Everyone of the Opium Hall, are you here to buy lottery tickets?" asked someone on the alert.

"Yes." The four people said dejectedly.

"Large-value registered lottery?" asked again.

"Yes." As the crowd around him shouted again, the four people seemed to be paraded by criminals, and said with their heads down.

"Then go in." The police officer waved his hand, and the four of them looked at each other, sighed and walked in.

But the police officer at the door waved his hand to block them, and glared at him, "Hey! Gambling is harmful to others and yourself! Think about it, don't gamble!"

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Fan Xijue, who was sleepwalking after the threshold, and smiled and said, "Boss Fan, do you sell it to them?"

"Sell...ah..." Fan Xijue came to his senses, turned his head and rushed into the room, leaving the police officer dejected.

The colleague next to him shouted curiously: "Lao Lin, when did you buy the Chamber of Commerce Lottery?"

"I bought it early! I had known it before I could see how much the Democratic Party bought! Alas, it was so fucking impulsive!" Lao Lin stomped his feet and shouted with a bitter face.

Just as the four Democrats were walking in one after another, another fat man rushed over with a panting follower and shouted: "Wait! I'll buy it too!"

Everyone looked closely and found that it was Fan Linhui, the owner of the Match Factory, and his accountant.

"Shh! What did you buy? I bought Li Meng's, don't make trouble!"

"Gambling will kill the whole family!"

"Don't buy more than two thousand! Otherwise, you will never need your matches!"

"Down with the Presbyterian scum! Long live the Democratic Party!"

It turned out that Fan Linhui was back. The crowd was not as excited as when the Democrats came. Instead, they were booing in horror: Most of the people watching here either bet money in the circus or had bought Democratic lottery or wanted to buy Presbyterian lottery. But Fan Linhui was neither from the Democratic Party nor from the four Presbyterians who bought lottery tickets in the afternoon. What are you doing? Are you disrupting the situation?

Fan Linhui followed the Democratic Party in his bulging briefcase, but Officer Lin stopped him again and shouted: "Old Fan, I think you are also a devout Christian in the Presbyterian Church! God is watching people do things! If you are devout, you will buy all the king fish family!"

"Are you sick?" He looked at Officer Lin in fear. Fan Linhui didn't dare to say anything. He was covered in sweat and jumped over the threshold and entered the lottery store.

The crowd hustled around, and the police officers kept retreating. Everyone wanted to see what more amazing things this group would do.

The post office next door is about to get off work. The director was taking off his uniform and changing into casual clothes. He was thinking about how to give his wife and children when he went home. The neighbor told him about today's strange things.
Chapter completed!