Wednesday at 11:00 am on the third week of the election]

Longchuan was boiling again, crowded, and people from all over the country came here, and the dock became a ghost dock again, because the ** party came out again yesterday. Five people, including Fang Bingsheng, bought large lottery tickets in tears, each of whom gave out another 5 silver dollars, and they all attacked the number of Longchuan ** party lottery tickets to 32, which was the same as the number one Zhang Qijie.

However, the ** Party is still at a disadvantage, because the 100,000 yuan under the other party’s name is for free to Xiao Caimin without being named and rewarded, and he has to rely on the capital to come to reinforcements.

However, this shocking bet on life shows that the common people still have hope and they did not admit defeat, which means that Zhong Jialiang did not admit defeat either.

So the Taiwan drama between the Party and the local business association started singing again, both sides gritted their teeth and attacked each other, fooling civilians into buying their own lottery tickets.

In the crowd of dark people, candidates on both sides attacked each other with tears in their faces and bent their chests and feet, declaring that they would win.

Even Fang Bingsheng was the same, possessed by a ghost.

He was a man who was unanimous as a glass man from the capital. He used to drink and chat with the county magistrate and mayor to conduct a performance in a circus. He was obviously one head taller than his four candidates, and he was a bit taller and manipulated behind the scenes.

But yesterday and today, it seemed like he had changed someone.

With a cardboard loudspeaker in his hand, Fang Bingsheng shouted loudly on the platform: "We Fang Bingsheng swear to God that our party will not treat you badly. Please buy our lottery tickets, we will definitely win."

There is nothing to do, because now he is the unlucky guy who invests the most in this bet in Longchuan. The bet of 2 silver dollars is twice as high as that of his subordinates.

However, the situation was in a stalemate. Since Zhong Jialiang's ** newspaper made self-righteous remarks, in addition to Zhong Erzai and the Opium Pavilion being attacked by mobs, Longchuan Lottery has also flourished at the same time.

As you can imagine, they all buy business associations.

Because Zhong Jialiang seemed to be shrunk and afraid, he didn't dare to invest money to bet. The odds were inferior to those of the business association, so why should I buy him?

Many hardcore fans of the ** Party were dispersed by the sheriff's baton and gritted their teeth and cried to take out their savings and went to exchange for horse gambles.

Therefore, after being hurt by Zhong Jialiang at this moment, although the gambling money of the four people in the ** party had been equal to the first place, all of which were about 32, the crowds in the square clearly divided into two groups that were evenly matched and scolded each other.

Many of the people who supported the business association shouted in tears:

"What did you do?"

"A few days ago, I took out my heart and lungs to support you, but you bosses have all shrunk their eggs."

"Just now, you're just 5? What have you been doing?"

"I already have you 10 yuan lottery tickets, but in order to make up for the loss, I bought another 20 yuan business association."

"**The group of beasts in the Party, I will change you later and the business association later. All my savings will be wasted on the lottery."

The group of people who always supported the ** Party also shouted at their opponents that most of them were not as rich as the other party, or were more stingy than the other party, and had no money to change horses back and forth, so they had to hold on to the ** Party lottery. Many people fasted and prayed in the central church, not for anything else, just for the ** Party to be able to revive and not let themselves lose money.

Now God pity them, and then a few bastards from the business association spent a lot of money to buy their own lottery tickets. In terms of quantity, they seemed slightly comparable to the business association. They also yelled back in tears:

"Damn it ** Party will definitely win"

"I support the ** party. It's a big deal. I will follow me to get the 10 yuan lottery in my hand."

"Everyone bought another 5, so sincere, brothers, come back."

"Long live Zhong Jialiang, I live and die together. I have no money to change my horse anyway."

How could the business association opposite the ** Party platform let this group of new affiliated troops defect back? They were even more hoarse in their voices. At this time, Li Guangxi on duty was yelling with disheveled hair and sweating. He raised the "Song Shang Economic News" whose hand had been held into black stripes and screamed:

"Don't believe that Zhong Jialiang, a dog thief who draws opium, has already abolished the lottery. How shameless and crazy he wants to waste the money from the entire county town. Now the bastards on the opposite side have bought some lottery tickets and dare to be arrogant? Don't forget that they are a group of ghastless people, relying on Zhong Jialiang's arrogance. Now Zhong Jialiang has shrunk. How bold can they be? I just want to deceive you and play with you. If you buy his lottery, and when the election is about to end, he will abolish the lottery, you will lose a lot. Listen to us, buy our lottery tickets actively, and make a fortune together."

The speech immediately aroused loud cheers from hard-core business associations and those who had rebelled and surrendered.

The boundary in the middle of the square immediately broke out.

A group of uniformly dressed people on the side of the party pointed at Li Guangxi, who was disheveled on the table in the distance, and yelled: "My man surnamed Li, why are you talking nonsense? Do you dare to call Boss Zhong Jialiang a dog thief? You beast, let's go to the yamen to ask Officer Zhao Jin** to sue you for slandering or not?"

All of these people are the local opium restaurants and thugs. As part of the official and commercial enterprises, they are a good job that everyone is jealous of in any area. At this moment, they were called out by the head leader to maintain order and create reputation for their own people. This is impossible. The riots that occurred last week have already shown that the victory or defeat of the ** party and the interests of the local opium restaurant have been welded. As the head manager, who dares to let the ** party lose? Hurry up and let all the manpower that can be mobilized to help them promote it;

On the other side of the food stall, another group of people who were also dressed in uniform cursed furiously: "You group of opium ghosts are talking nonsense? Isn't it just that your old opium ghost Zhong Jialiang has shrunk? You have to abolish the lottery without human nature and dare to scold us Boss Li. Believe it or not, I've hit you guys now?"

This other group of people is naturally the workers who were brought out by the boss in the factory to expand their reputation and maintain order. Like the Opium Pavilion, being able to work in foreign factories is also a good job that everyone envies, and they look down on each other: the Opium Pavilion sees workers betrayal coolies, and the essence is no different from the ones carrying bags on the docks, and the average income is not as good as oneself; the workers rely on relationships to get money in vain. Isn’t this arousing hatred? Moreover, the workers do well and have good luck, so they will not be disable halfway. After becoming a senior technician, they will be 20 yuan a month. This kind of expectation of choosing one in a hundred is enough for them to insult their relatives and friends in the Opium Pavilion to be vampires who are free to get, and spies sent by Satan.

The two groups of people who thought they were powerful met each other, not to mention supporting the boss behind each other, even if they saw each other in teahouses, they would sarcastically sarcastically and fight from time to time. Don’t they scold each other at this moment? But before everyone came, they were strictly ordered: because there were a large number of reporters in the square, they could only give the boss a lot of money, not embarrass the boss. This did not lead to a large group of fights.

Of course, if you fight in a group, the opium hall will be deserted. There are many people on the other side, and they are all heavy physical labor. They have even beaten the black/gang of the old fist, so they can't beat them. This is naturally part of the reason why the average income is inferior to the other workers.

The vendors between the two glaring hot lines were still yelling their own handicrafts, souvenirs and fragrant takeaway food in a blind eye.

In addition to the battle where sparks can be drawn in the square, other places are also at strife.

At the entrance of the lottery store, because the store is narrow and there is no extra place to post notices, Fan Xijue made another wooden sign that was two people tall, with his own "heart journey" posted: "If the party abolishes the lottery, I will use a gun to blow the head of Zhong Jialiang."

The characters are like big and the words are deliberately used in black and white paper, and they are written with fangs and claws, and they are erected on the curb on Sany Street.

At this moment, on the crowded street, Officer Lin and two followers squeezed in, typing the sign with the police officer, and shouting in an apology tone with a little bit of body, "Are you here, Boss Fan? Someone reported you and took off the sign, don't scold Zhong Jialiang."

Before Fan Xijue came out, the crowd of onlookers was already screaming:

"Why?"

"Don't Zhong Jialiang die? He is so proud that my salary has suppressed him in a year, which has prevented me from borrowing usury to trade horses to suppress the business association."

"Yes, it's their own business that they set up a sign."

"Boss Fan, I support you to blow up that guy's head"

"Boss Fan, you want to destroy the head of Zhong Jialiang, and you are the number one hero in Longchuan."

"What are you talking nonsense? He is from the capital, not a local."

"If someone has the courage, he is a local. What's wrong? If you don't accept it, you can shoot Zhong Jialiang with a gun."

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Looking at the many gloating Caimin around, Officer Lin was helpless and pressed his hands, saying: Shut up. Then he raised his head and shouted: "Stop messing around, let's all go, everyone."

Fan Xijue came out with a swaggering brown besieged on his back, his beard getting longer and longer, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest. Who told him to sleep with a pile of money for his good luck?

But his face was good. He didn't kill the knife that day and used his mouth to tear the poor hen's condition. Because the lottery sales in the past two days are great. Everyone bought lottery tickets from the Commercial Association to exchange horses or reduce possible losses. He was also very happy, because although the lottery pot and operating costs were all guaranteed by the company, his commission and bonus would not be less.

"Officer Lin, what's wrong with me setting up a sign?" Fan Xijue yelled, wiping the gray on his face.

Officer Lin said helplessly: "Anyway, someone has reported that you, Lord Zhao Jin, doesn't want someone to attack in Longchuan City. After all, we are fighting in literary circles, right?"

Before Fan Xijue could speak, he yelled around him, including those watching and those who lined up to buy lottery tickets. Everyone clenched their fists and shouted: "It's a bullshit. Zhong Jialiang dared to destroy the lottery and let his head bloom and support Boss Fan."

Officer Lin actually likes this brand very much. It is simply that the supporters of the business association are squeaking the face at the supporters of the ** party. As a successful person with a five-yuan lottery in his arms, he hopes to become 40 yuan, he supports Fan Xijue in his heart, but he has no choice but to remove this brand with military orders.

Because of inner support, Officer Lin made a miserable act, made helpless and comforted the crowd who were making fun of it, and said nonsense in a gentle tone. In fact, I hope this brand will be established for a while, so that more people can stand on their own and buy the Commercial Association lottery so that they can win more.

At this moment, a crow-like howl rang out from behind: "Lao Lin, what nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and dismantle the sign that this dog has raised for me."

Lao Lin was shocked when he turned around - the boss Ou Xingsun came in person

This Ou Xingsun's face now makes you lose your soul and scare you so much that you're gone

Although she was still wearing a uniform, she lost the spirit of the director who had to be spotless a few days ago. She had not changed her police uniform for several days. She was covered in sweat and smelled of sweat, had vegetable leaves and soup traces on her chest, and had haggard face. Her eyes were swollen like peaches because of insomnia, and her beard was like a lottery shop owner, but her eyes were full of fierce light. It made people feel that this person must be addicted to opium. I haven't had money to smoke opium for a long time and planned to kill and rob people. This kind of bandit is like this.
Chapter completed!