The second week of the election is 9 a.m. Monday.

The bells in the Catholic church in Trinity Street were ringing, and the bells were connected to the confession room outside (used as confession). Seeing the rope on the bells swaying like ripples, the Frenchman Li Aiguang quickly stood up, put on his priest's robe, straightened his gray hair and beard in front of the mirror, and hurriedly pushed the door to the small wooden house covered by the curtain.

This small wooden house is the confessional room, divided by a wooden board into two sides of equal width, with doors on each side, and it is very small inside, allowing only an adult to sit down, and a wooden window is opened on the divided wooden wall and separated by patterns; but the room where the priest sat has a seat against the wall, and there is no seat next to it, so people need to kneel on the ground and face the wooden window with their faces facing the partition.

Li Aiguang entered the priest's hut and sat down against the wall. In the stuffy wooden house, he felt like he had entered a carriage without a window. He reached out to pull up the curtains of the wooden window so that he could hear the other person's speech without knowing who the other person was. He protected the other person's wife so that the lost lamb next door could repent and confess his sins with confidence.

"My child, what can I do to help you?" Li Aiguang asked in authentic Longchuan local dialect.

"Sir, I want to talk about work." The voice of a depressed middle-aged man came from the other end of the window.

"Work? Is it okay? Have you stole the employer's property?" Li Aiguang casually said the confession he heard the most. Most of the work is stealing.

"No! It was the employer who stole my property!" An angry voice came from the opposite side.

"Oh? Such an unscrupulous boss? What's going on?" Li Aiguang asked with concern.

A heavy breathing came from the window, and it was conceivable that the man must have been depressed and dissatisfied. He said, "I have worked diligently for the guild for ten years. Not only did I not improve my position, but now I am oppressing me! I have to force me to pay for the guild for profit!"

"Ah? Does Longchuan have such a guild? Could it be that guy Weng Quanguang's coachman's guild?" Li Aiguang asked back with a deep understanding.

"No, no, no, it's not Weng Quanguang's guild." A negative voice came from the window, and he continued, "I'm very annoyed! I'm working with my head on the guild. Damn, why do you want to oppress loyal subordinates like us? Lord Priest, do you think this is the case?"

Li Aiguang nodded and said, "Yes, everyone is created and equal. The boss should treat his subordinates well. The subordinates should do their jobs conscientiously for the boss. This is God's admonition to us. Since you have such a bad boss, you can consider going elsewhere. There is more than one place in Longchuan to accommodate you. To put it in an old Chinese saying: 'Good birds choose trees to live in', go, the Virgin will bless you!"

"No, no, no, I'm going to stay in our guild!" A terrified voice came from the window, which showed that just talking about leaving might have scared him.

"Do you love your work? That's great. God didn't allow us to be eternal and blue, and we can endure the vast sky for a while." Li Aiguang is even more Chinese than Chinese.

"I know this, I'm just angry! Very angry! Two thousand silver dollars are gone!" A scream came from the window.

"2,000 silver dollars? Are you so rich? Are you from the Opium Guild? Are you going to buy lottery tickets?" Li Aiguang shouted in surprise.

There was no words in the window and silence. Li Aiguang calmed down and said, "My child, God has given you so much grace. You don't have to worry about food or clothing. Look at the poor people around you. How many children can't eat? How many people sleep under the bridge without a job? How many disabled people can only beg for a living? What are you worried about? When you complain about the unscrupulous opium guild, do you remember that you should donate some money to those poor people who don't even have 2 yuan in the ocean?"

The other side of the confession room suddenly churned, like a bear coming in and out again. A series of thunderous thunder sounds sounded in the corridor. Li Aiguang stretched out his head in confusion and looked around. He saw a door of the church being pushed open, and a figure flashed in the sunshine.

"Oh, money lovers are sad to go to heaven and get into the camels and needle holes." Li Aiguang sorted out his clothes indifferently, and continued to go back to the lounge to have tea with his hands behind his back.

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"Hey, hey, hey, come in! What time is it? Are you still sleeping?!" Someone stabbed a guy sleeping in his clothes on the bed.

"Stop making trouble! Don't make trouble! I bit me yesterday and I was sleeping until dawn..." The person on the bed spoke in a dream with his eyes closed, turning to his mind.

The voice beside the bed paused for a while, then shouted: "Wow! The Democrats bought 10,000 lottery tickets!"

"My grass! What! What! Who bought ten thousand?" The person on the bed turned over and shouted, and countless people burst into laughter.

The man ignored many people stared at him and laughed, then sat by the bed and looked up at the notice on his head: Fan Linhui still ranked first in the list of 5,000 yuan, so he yawned and waved his hands and shouted weakly: "Old Zheng, I won't take you to play like this."

Editor-in-chief Zheng, opposite, covered his stomach and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

The person sitting on the bed was naturally Qi Yunlu. His bed was placed next to the lottery shop, with the wall of the post office building on the head of the bed. He had been sleeping here for two nights.

The reason was nothing else. In order to protect the two thousand silver dollars he invested, he did not hesitate to sleep outside the lottery shop to canvass.

On Saturday, the "reverse boy" Fan Linhui suddenly bought 5,000 lottery tickets, and squeezed him and Wang Yu's family to the fifth place, making the Presbyterian Chamber of Commerce furious after hearing the news, and immediately tied Fan Linhui to the central church for "torture".

"Why don't you notify us first if you invest money?" Li Guangxi yelled.

"It's all brothers. Do you still think that our chamber of commerce is a family? If you can do whatever you want, why do you need a chamber of commerce and church?" Zhang Qijie was also very angry.

"Stop saying anything, tie him and tie him up and throw him to Dongjiang!" Qi Yunlu pointed at Fan Linhui's nose and scolded.

Faced with the angry crowd, Fan Linhui could only defend himself in a stuttering manner.

"Hey, can't I buy myself? Last time something happened to Lao Wang and Lao Zhang, I ran away and did things for you!"

Several people shut up slightly: Yes, Fan Linhui is indeed not concerned about elections, but other things are still very good. In terms of church work, he not only contributes money but also works. Dr. Li likes him very much, and he does better than most wealthy brothers. When Wang Yu's family was in danger, Fan Linhui also took the initiative to come to the church to see if there was anything that could help Liu Guojian's chamber of commerce.

It's just one thing: This guy is a bit good at gambling and must-buy lottery tickets.

Just this one made the kid pay 5,000 yuan and take action like a red-eyed gambler.

Everyone had no choice but to coax and scare. In the end, Zhang Qijie and Li Guangxi threatened to fire Fan Linhui Chamber of Commerce. The gambler barely agreed to make a profit and then distribute the principal to the public in proportion to avoid someone losing money.

However, this article cannot eliminate the risk of Qi Yunlu losing 2,000 silver dollars, so he simply made a bed and slept at Fan Xijue's door, because there were always two soldiers and several sheriffs at the door, and they were not afraid of being stolen in the middle of the night. As soon as the lottery shop opened, they called everyone to buy their own lottery tickets, which meant Fan Xijue had a free doorkeeper and a free friend.

At this moment, Editor Zheng squatted on the ground, pointed to the sun above his head and said, "Xiao Qi, it's already nine o'clock, hurry up and shout at work."

Qi Yunlu sat by the bed and glanced back at the person who came in to buy lottery tickets one by one after another when the sheriff maintained order, and said, "What do I have to shout about? Isn't this selling well?"

"How can you not give me some news? You can't report the lottery every day and sell well, right?" Editor-in-chief Zheng looked like a creditor.

"Yes, Mr. Qi is very eloquent, just be more troublesome." A few people around him laughed.

"That's right. Mr. Qi made a big fuss in the Central Church yesterday worshipped Sunday. He rushed to the church in front of hundreds of Christians and called on everyone to buy lottery tickets. Finally, when someone was carrying it out horizontally, I admire the spirit of still doing publicity. "I agree.

Before Qi Yunlu woke up, she heard him talk about the scandal of being kicked out of the church yesterday. She glanced at the man and asked angrily: "Who is **?"

Editor-in-chief Zheng smiled and pointed his hand and said, "I'm all here. The one who said you were making a big fuss in the church is Huang Da, the special envoy of "Haijing Jiwen". You are so awesome, dare to scold this person! This person dares to point at the mayor of Foshan to curse."

"Ah! Huang Da reporter! I like to read your reports! For example, that...that..." Qi Yunlu immediately stood up, grabbed the hand and shook it desperately. However, she had just woken up and was not very active in her mind, and she couldn't make up her mind after speaking big words for a while.

"It's okay! I'm just waiting for you to continue giving a speech. Look, there are already many people waiting." reporter Huang rushed to the door.

When Qi Yunlu looked in that direction, she saw dozens of people queuing down the line as the sheriff watched. The other hundreds were divided into two groups gathered on the street at the door, discussing something enthusiastically. The number of police officers who were evaluating traffic was not involved in the discussion.

A group of people waved the front page of the Emperor's newspaper in their hands and shouted at everyone who seemed to be buying: "A few people from the Chamber of Commerce! Have you made any profits or lost money! Have you seen it? Boss Fan Linhui has made all the headlines of the Emperor's newspaper! Follow him to buy a profit and lost money!"

The group of people opposite were holding up a lottery ticket of another color and shouting at the pedestrians: "Don't buy the Chamber of Commerce! The Democratic Party is an Opium Guild! It's rich and powerful! They might have more money in. At that time, Li Meng and the others bought 10,000 yuan each, so you will die of crying! Besides, we all voted for the Democratic Party, and the bets from the bosses of the Chamber of Commerce are our own pocket!"

The two groups of people shouted like this from time to time, obviously either they bought this place or they bought it there and talked about their own money. They only saw more people coming here to listen, and then going there to gangsters, and holding their wallets. They probably wanted to see the limelight and make sure that their own money was the safest.

Seeing so many "lost lambs", Qi Yunlu also pulled out of the bed and pulled out a large wooden board with the words "The Elders' Chamber of Commerce and won" written on her shoulders and walked over.

He stood in front of the group of people who supported him, pointing at the opposite side and cursed: "Do you encourage opium? Is it a bad thing to opium? You're going to lose everything! A few puss in the opium restaurant, how many days have you been? It's still 2,600, and it's the four of them who invested together! Puss! Do you still want to go with them? Go and eat shit! Why don't you buy the Chamber of Commerce and mine? You don't make any money. Are you from the Song Dynasty?"

These words aroused a lot of cheers from the side, and there were booing and scolding on the other side. Someone shouted: "The surname is Qi! The lottery is just about lottery. What do you mean when you put it on opium? We are going to vote for the Democratic Party. When they are elected, we will make a fortune! Take your bets for nothing! Just treat us to drink tea and eat meat!"

Before Qi Yunlu could speak, Officer Lin, who was commanding traffic next to him, could not hold back his red heart, and was full of blood. He rushed over with a newspaper, shouting: "You are blind! Today, the front page of the "Imperial News" reported that Fan Linhui bought 5,000 lottery tickets! The front page of the Imperial News! Do you think the Imperial News specifically sent it to us Longchuan? Everyone knows! If you know the whole country, you know that you have to buy the most. You must buy Fan Linhui all the whole country! You still want to win the parliamentarian to get the lottery pool. Do you understand the lottery "Bole Award" behind the "Popular Opinion Award"? Your Democratic Party can't even squeeze into the top four sales, you can't get a bad bonus!"

The person who bought the Chamber of Commerce lottery immediately applauded and scolded the other party for being stupid.

The other party was furious. After all, if they lost, their lottery tickets or the money they had mortgaged in the circus would be ruined. Someone shouted: "Anyway, the Democratic Party received the most votes! So many people in the county have mortgaged them money to watch the circus! They will definitely win the second round of "Bole Award". The Democratic Party's lottery tickets sold less, but each one will get more money!"

Someone shouted again: "Don't worry! The Democratic Party is rich and powerful, and the boss is the richest man in the Song Dynasty! It is certain that people will buy tens of thousands of yuan to buy lottery tickets, just wait! What's the use of buying it in such a hurry? Can the bosses in the county compare to the richest man in the Song Dynasty?"

"Damn it!" Qi Yunlu shouted, carrying the sign and pointed at the man who spoke, "He is richest man, isn't he counting the money? Now our chamber of commerce is the first, and four people have to overwhelm us. At least 20,000 oceans! There are so many county towns and prefecture towns in the country, and everyone has to be elected! Does Zhong Jialiang have to pay 20,000 yuan for every county town? Haven't you seen it? Two days have passed, and the Democratic Party is still eating shit! They don't have the courage to fight for money at all! What are you waiting for if you don't buy a chamber of commerce now?"

"Besides, the four people in the Democratic Party are just in charge of the opium restaurant. The richest one is the manager of the opium restaurant. They are not. They are rich and rich, but the bosses of textile factories and machinery factories, right?"

After saying something, dozens of people couldn't raise their heads. Qi Yunlu continued to shout proudly: "Everyone buys the Chamber of Commerce. Our Chamber of Commerce is a famous good person, Zhang Qijie, Wang Yu's family, and Li Guangxi are also famous good Christians. We have just defeated Liu Guojian, who has committed many evil things for the county town. You have to buy us even if you repay kindness! Especially me, the big dark horse! Buying me a ticket is equivalent to getting 1 yuan for 26 yuan!"

Qi Yunlu's arrogance aroused Democratic supporters, and some people retorted: "Down with Liu Guojian? What did Lord Liu do? Isn't it true that Lord Liu makes the county town look brand new? Is it true that your karma has evaded taxes, hired black workers, and did not pay taxes for workers' naturalization? You are also colluding with the dock gang!"

Someone immediately supported him: "Yes, Lord Liu Guojian is good! Why didn't I know that he was corrupt and abused the law? He should destroy the Chamber of Commerce and go to jail!"

Someone shouted again: "Lord Liu Guojian is the right decision for the people! Zhang Qijie's unscrupulous boss!"

Officer Lin was furious when he heard it beside him. After all, the Public Security Bureau bet on Director Zhang. How could these bastards actually support the killed fool/pse for a few dollars?

"Who said it? Who said it? Who dared to support Liu Guojian?" Officer Lin shouted intimidation.

The crowd seemed to have escaped the sharks and fishing back a few steps, but the lottery and mortgage contract in their pockets were hot, and they motivated them to shout: "What? Liu Guojian has not been told? Which law does it have? Are you police officers still talking about the creation of equality among all people?"

"You group of dragon traitors! The spies who came from the Qing Dynasty!" Qi Yunlu pointed at the other party and shouted.

"That's right, it's all unruly!" Officer Lin and Qi Yunlu stood shoulder to shoulder and shouted.

Editor-in-chief Zheng, who was watching the show next to him, wondered: "Isn't it just buying a lottery? Why can this group of people go so far?"

But no one agreed with him. He turned his head and saw that several newspaper reporters from the capital around him were writing quickly on their notebooks.

"What are these people writing?" Editor-in-chief Zheng quietly walked around and peeked at what the elite reporters were writing behind their shoulders.

One wrote: "Election lottery triggered a split. I have seen that the county town is autonomous, the feudal country will cause war and the lives will be ruined..." - "Is this person's brain problem?" Editor-in-chief Zheng glanced at the other party and thought quietly in his heart.

One wrote: "The aftermath of the case of Liu Guojian in Longchuan has not yet disappeared. The people miss Lord Liu deeply. Ten thousand people went out to the street to shout his name..." - Editor-in-chief Zheng looked up again and confirmed the number of people, and was shocked: "Everyone thought he dared to brag, it turned out to be just at the level of a county town."

Another wrote: "The people deeply hate Liu Guojian to poison the countryside and harm one side, and thousands of people went to the streets to scold Liu Guojian..."

Let me read another one: "I was surprised to see that there are tens of thousands of Fujianese people in the small county of Longchuan! How to prevent smuggling from happening in our country has become a big problem..." - Which eye did you see tens of thousands of Fujianese people? Are you supporting Liu Guojian a Fujianese? Director Zhang is still from Guangxi! How did you have a brain? Editor-in-chief Zheng bounced back as if he saw a monster.

Looking up, I saw reporter Huang Da and his companions buying buns and soup at a small stall in front of the post office. Editor Zheng secretly praised in his heart: "I am worthy of being a reporter from the big newspaper "Haijing Jiwen", which is different from these reporters from the Beijing pheasant newspapers."

He walked over with a smile and said, "Reporter Huang, did you buy buns? The soup and buns on this stall are both unique and have a good vision."

Reporter Huang looked down at the three buns in his hand and smiled and said, "Is that so? Can you help me get it?"

"Okay, okay." Editor-in-chief Zheng quickly reached out to take the soup. Reporter Huang took out a bun and handed it to the follower. He pinched two buns in his hand and walked towards the crowd behind him.

"Hey, why are you going?" Editor-in-chief Zheng asked in confusion, reporter Huang just smiled mysteriously.

I saw reporter Huang sneaking behind the group of people who supported the Democratic Party like a rabbit, while reporter Huang walked behind Qi Yunlu's group with two buns in his hand.

It was almost time for two groups of people to scold, and a bun behind the Democratic Party slid across the sky and threw it into the crowd of people in the Chamber of Commerce. The Huang reporter behind him bowed and lowered his head and pinched his voice and shouted: "Oh! The Democratic Party has beaten people!" Then he straightened his waist and shouted: "Beat them to death!"

Before he finished speaking, reporter Huang picked up a bun in his hand and threw it over the crowd and smashed it hard at the Democratic supporters opposite.

A minute later, reporter Huang came back swaggeringly, took a bite of the bun, and under the gaze of the stunned Editor Zheng, he or she verbally told the follower who ran back: "Written: The lottery triggered a fight..."
Chapter completed!