Saturday at 7 a.m. on the second week of the election.

On the train from Haijing to Longchuan.

The ground was swaying, making a squeaking sound, coal smoke poured in from the window, and someone coughed. As the morning came, people woke up in their seats, stretched their muscles and bones, grinning one by one, as if they had been tied up all night.

"It's time for breakfast, guests have three eggs, rice balls, and five cents of refreshing pickles." The child hung a basket on his elbow, squeezed away his butt on his seat, stepped over his hands and feet lying on the floor, and walked in the crowded and shaky narrow passage with ease.

"Oh, when did I get to Longchuan when am I exhausted?" A young man sitting in the middle of the three-person seat was finally awakened. He lifted his fashionable baseball cap from his face and asked moaningly.

"It's almost 8 or 9 o'clock." A middle-aged man with a mustache on the opposite side said kindly while looking at the newspaper.

The young man in the baseball cap smiled and expressed his gratitude, but then asked: "Sir, I didn't see you when I got on the bus. Did you get on the bus halfway?"

"Yes, I came up from Huizhou and bought an extra seat for 50 cents of silver. It was early morning and you were all sleeping." As he said that, he looked at the group of people sitting at his feet, and smiled in fear.

Then he looked up at the young man and asked, "You wear a baseball cap on a hot day? Isn't it hot?"

"Hey, reporters, foreign journalists wear it. Besides, getting in the car at night may require shelter from the wind." The young man shook the cap in his hand with a little show of flaunting, stood up and stuffed the cap into his trouser pocket.

"Are you a reporter?" asked in surprise: "Which newspaper is from?"

"The Great Song Hai Morning Post, too?" asked the duckling cap.

Bazi Hu coughed and said with a smile: "I am the head of the news from Huizhou Telegraph Express, who went to Longchuan to supervise the work of the reporters sent in the early stage."

"Haha, such a coincidence, I am also a reporter, from "Haijing Futures Market"." A middle-aged man on the left side of the baseball cap put down the egg in his hand, raised his head and smiled.

"So too, from Military Daily." The young man on the right side of the baseball cap said with a smile.

"Haha, are they all reporters?" The middle-aged man with bearded grinned in surprise and joy.

The baseball cap stood up and looked at the whole carriage, sat down and said, "Dare you sure that half of the people in this carriage are all reporters?"

The middle-aged man on the left side of the cap ate half an egg and smiled and said, "I believe, of course. Now all the newspapers in Song Dynasty are running towards Longchuan. You haven't read it, our family of futures newspapers are going to go. Who told me that the elections over there are so terrible?"

"There are too many rich people in the capital. I won't be shocked if I don't read it." The bearded erected the newspaper in my hand, allowing everyone to see the front page of "The Battle Stale: The Presbyterian will pray all night, God will give 100,000 silver dollars to assist in the election", and the newspaper is the "Imperial News". He wondered: "100,000 yuan, if it is replaced by silver ingots, it will be thrown to death, and it will be thrown away in vain?"

Before everyone could speak, a young man in the seat behind the baseball cap stood up and pressed his arm on the seat and interrupted, "Hey, don't underestimate Longchuan. Several local businessmen from the Presbyterian Business Association have raised more than 20,000 silver dollars and smashed his own lottery. If you don't see it with your own eyes and hear it, will you believe that someone dares to buy lottery tickets with thousands of silver dollars?"

"Don't talk about them, what about Zhong Jialiang? One of his subordinates bought 25 yuan lottery, which is crazy." A man in the aisle crawled out from under his seat and was also interrupting and discussing.

"What the hell do the MPs do? Is it really that valuable?" asked the captain in confusion.

The passengers next to him finished eating the eggs and drank hot water. While drinking, he said, "If it were a week ago, I really didn't dare to say what the congressmen did. But now that it's so big that I'm forced to study, I almost understand: this is an official, a voter, who decides for the people. In addition, the emperor's newspaper half-covered and mentioned: 'It doesn't mean that he doesn't pay taxes." It is very likely that the emperor will give officials the power to supervise and pay tax review power, which is very powerful."

Whether everyone understands or not, they suddenly realize it: After all, they are all journalists who are knowledgeable and are embarrassed to admit that they are ignorant.

But the cap next door was young and energetic, and he didn't know how to hide his ignorance. He turned his head and asked, "Tax review power? What's the power to review? Can you not pay the imperial grain and national taxes? The sheriff won't catch you and go to prison."

The person next to him sneered and said, "The Chinese court should learn from the British political system. The most powerful thing in Britain is Master Locke. Master Locke said: State power comes from taxation. Only with taxes can you have power. Isn't the current army supported by taxes? Who can decide whether a certain tax should be collected, how much should be collected, and where it is spent, can determine the development of a region? Isn't this great?"

Everyone said again, including the baseball cap, although he still didn't understand.

But although I don’t understand, I am still as flirting with other things. He shouted: “When reading newspapers, the leader of the business association is very awesome. I repeatedly challenged Zhong Jialiang and the party. I don’t know if Zhong Jialiang will invest another 100,000 yuan, or he will not repay the prize without being named or not."

At this point, the reporter kneeling on the chair behind the cap patted the seemingly learned colleague with his hand and asked, "Brother, aren't you from "Futures Market News"? He is a fellow in the futures business with Zhong Jialiang. He is a foreign medicine futures tycoon. Is there any insider?"

When I heard this, the people in half of the carriage either raised their ears or simply stood up and surrounded them. As expected, most of the carriage were reporters.

The man smiled and said, "Our people also blocked Zhong Jialiang, but on Wednesday afternoon, Zhong Jialiang was challenged by anonymous people to spread this incident. The Cai** guild would not say who it was or what it was. Not to mention our reporters, no matter how rich Zhong Jialiang is, he has to investigate who his opponent is? Although he is the richest man, in fact, the group of business tycoons in Beijing are not much worse than him. Some of them are really not sure who is the opponent, and Zhong Jialiang dare not place bets rashly. This is a big bet with winners taking all and losers leaving no money. So we don't know their plans, so our newspaper sent me to Longchuan to investigate. The newspaper industry is fierce. Although we are in the futures market, we can't ignore the popular election lottery?"

"That's the reason."

"You don't know either."

"However, this also shows that there are supporters behind the business association, and this person and his power are not afraid of the foreign medicine guild's election, some of which are good-looking."

"Yes, if Zhong Jialiang dares to take action again, that person might have another head-on strike. I was trembling when I thought of the election."

"Brother, I think you caught a cold at night, right?"

Everyone started to talk disappointed and excitedly.

"It's true that they are all reporters. Longchuan has already caused a sensation across the country." The cap stood up and looked around. Sure enough, the passengers were full of faces of reporters eating and drinking. At this time, he turned his head and saw an old lady in the seat with him on the backrest. The male passenger next to him seemed to be his son, and was carefully feeding her porridge.

"Brother, are you natives from Longchuan? Are there any inside stories? For example, the secrets of several candidates from Longchuan?" The cap patted the man on the shoulder openly. After all, the train was added by Song Zuo Tie-Director because Longchuan caused a sensation across the country. Journalists from all over the country, nosy people, and enthusiasts gathered towards Longchuan when they heard the news. The business was good, so they specially drove the special train from Haijing to Longchuan. If they were not just reporters.

The man was stunned, turned his head and looked at it, and smiled and said, "This? We are really not natives from Longchuan. We are from Beijing."

"That old lady is so old, why are you running to Longchuan? Is it uncomfortable for the old man to take the train?" Several reporters asked, pointing to the old lady whose teeth were gone.

The man looked at his mother and smiled embarrassedly and said, "My mother is over 70 years old. Cough cough, she used to believe in Buddhism. The Emperor of God has come, but she still believes in Buddhism. Of course, I am a devout Christian. She heard that Longchuan has a church that will meet all your requests. As long as you ask for it, you will give you everything. So she insists on going to worship the Longchuan Central Church. Please understand. My mother is old and can't tell the difference between Jesus and Bodhisattva. She worships them both."

He actually went from the capital to worship the church in a small county town? A car of reporters looked at each other.

Someone asked curiously: "What did she ask for?"

The son sighed and smiled, "My mother is asking for reincarnation as a man in the next life."

Note: Buddhism despises women and slanders women who have done bad things in their previous life become women, and they must become men in order to become Buddhas. Therefore, the Buddha believes that being a woman in this life is retribution, so at that time, women’s greatest wish for Buddha is often to become men in the next life.]

"Oh, yes, that church is very evil and can even ask for 100,000 taels of silver after fasting and praying," someone shouted.

"Note that your words are not evil, they are pious and merciful," someone shouted loudly.

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, Lord, forgive me for my wrong words. Amen, I'll also go to the church to pray. I need to build a house in Haijing to marry my wife. It's not easy for Haijing to marry a wife."

Everyone happily talked about the church that was also famous all over the country. Longchuan is really a place where news is flooded.

The baseball cap stood in the seat like everyone else, and talked for a long time to pray, pray for what to ask for, and whether to fast, and sat down with a blush on his face. Only then did he see two bald men in black on the opposite side asking for eggs and porridge to eat slowly.

"Brother, when I got on the bus in Haijing, you were not the ones sitting opposite me. Are you also reporters?" The cap was very talkative and went to make a conversation again.

A young man in black opposite, a very unfriendly glared at the baseball cap, while the older middle-aged man who was by the window smiled kindly and said, "I'm not a reporter."

"Is that so? I found someone who is not a reporter. Why are you going to Longchuan? Where is it high?" asked the baseball cap with enthusiasm.

"Where am I taller?" The middle-aged bald man sat upright, unbuttoned his sweatshirt, pulled his chest out of his head, and half of the carriage was silent.

There are tattoos on it, and there are a few clear big characters "Huizhou Dajiangtang" tattooed on the chest.

"Damn, what's going on? The gangsters have come to Longchuan?" The baseball cap leaned against the backrest in fear, covered his mouth with newspaper, and shouted to the person next door in a low voice.

"What's there? Look at the back." The reporter from "Futures Market" next door gave a thumbs up.

Back in the cap, I saw seven or eight foreigners walking through the aisle filled with poor journalists, and shouting in standard Haijing Cantonese: "I'm sorry to borrow it, we're going to the dining car."

A foreign journalist squatting in the aisle was stepped on by them and shouted in anger: "Hey, which country do you have? Is it great to have money?"

"Do you want to go to the dining car to have some tea?" The beard on the opposite side stood up and wanted to follow the foreigners. He turned his head and asked the young brothers from the capital opposite him.
Chapter completed!