【Thursday at 12:00 on Thursday of the third week of the election】

On the table in the post office, Liao Qingyun, who had paid a fine of silver dollars, held back his tears and continued to write the article. The crowded crowd in the post office made a buzzing sound, but to him it sounded like a devil laughing at him.

Of course, no one paid attention to him. The country people in the city were spitting and urinating too much on the ground, which was nothing new.[]

This is his hallucination.

But for humans, is there any difference between hallucinations, dreams and reality? In fact, there is no, the brain cannot be different. Therefore, Liao Qingyun, a reporter from the Qing Dynasty, wrote the manuscript with trembling hands, and tears dripped on the manuscript from time to time.

When he was writing the manuscript of "Longchuan Gambling Election", he already had another idea of ​​a report or book, that is "The Demons of Haisong Dance and Insulting Chinese". This is the same as in the British Concession in Shanghai. Chinese people casually unload the liquid goods in their bodies and were grabbed by officials and paraded in the streets. This place is more hateful than Shanghai. The people who do this in Shanghai are the San idiots in Baotou, and the Chinese are bullying their compatriots.

What a beast?!!!

At this moment, a commotion broke out in the hall. Liao Qingyun closed his eyes and ignored him. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes like a bell. When he opened his eyes, he saw a group of people coming in chatting and laughing.

Because everyone has high-quality dresses, suits and ties, as if they are glowing, there are Chinese and foreigners, and there are also a uniform police officer inside as dazzling as a weather vane. These guys like thunder and rain clouds in summer rubbed open the reporters running around the hall and came to the counter of the telegraph company.

The leader was the secretary of the official Zhao Jin**. He glanced at the long line of people lined up outside the counter, pulled three foreigners straight to the counter, knocked on the wooden board, and shouted at the staff inside: "Where is your manager? Call it out! Give them a priority to send telegrams to these three gentlemen."

Seeing that the secretary and the ruler of the county town arrived, the clerk was stunned for a moment, then threw away the telegram in his hand and quickly went inside to find the manager.

After finally getting here, I watched the guy at the counter throw his telegram and run away. The people around me were obviously going to jump into the line. The Chinese who supported the counter glared at the group of people angrily, and the people behind him were also in this way.

The crowd waiting for the telegram to stir up a stir. Many people tiptoed to look at the group of guys chatting and laughing, feeling full of dissatisfaction. At this time, seeing the queue becoming twisted, many people poked out from the queue, and the security guard who maintained the order of the queue came over and shouted to the group of people politely: "Everyone line up! Don't go to the line casually! They are all glass people, the first place in glory."

Listening to this, the person who sent the telegram snorted coldly.

They are indeed glass people, they are all the masters who can send telegrams to the capital or the big city to inform the news. They are all the best people who look up to everyone everywhere, but are now being asked to go to the line? What's even more ridiculous is that the group of officials who lead foreigners to go to the line are the officials. Isn't they just want the Song people to learn to queue up?

Looking at the appearance of the secretary-general, everyone's belly is slightly raised. The secretary sometimes hiccups, and the foreigners' beards are oily, which looks slightly reflective. I guess they ran here to go to the line after having a big meal in the yamen!

Too shameless!

"Western people are amazing? We can just go to the line?"

"The emperor said he could not go to the lineup. It turns out that officials are better than the emperor!"

"Didn't it mean that anyone who was caught in the lineup can be fined if they were caught? Isn't this Longchuan the State of Song?"

A pile of sarcastic words came out of the queue.

He even alarmed the secretary who had never left the foreigners' eyes. He pressed the counter with one hand and looked up. He saw that the group of people at the telegram counter were basically Chinese in suits and tie, with a few foreigners mixed in between. They were probably reporters from major newspapers, so he was not afraid of his authority and dared to quarrel.

The reporter of the Song State tabloid newspaper may be easy to talk to, but the guys who work in the big newspaper are all resentful young people. On the one hand, they think that they are connected with Chinese and Western countries, and they are just one step away from being an official, but they are not lucky. After a friend becomes a big official, they can only do this Western learning;

On the other hand, the reporters of the big newspaper have a great influence. Once they leave the capital and go to remote areas, they meet small officials who have never seen the market before. The treatment is no different from that of adults, and the officials also beg them to say good things;

Third, they have a good income. Although not everyone has a carriage and villa, they all regard themselves as glass or semi-glass people. The newspaper industry uses suits and ties and baseball caps as professional clothes. This subconsciously feels that they are superior to others.

So seeing that he violated the interests of this group of people, the secretary was a little nervous. He waved his hand and said, "Don't be anxious, but we friends have urgent telephone calls and can't waste much time."

"Can't waste it? Then don't you line up?" Someone immediately sneered and choked.

"All Christians, don't keep your word? Look at the notice over there, you can't go to the line! Do you have the privilege?" Someone pointed his thumb at the sign on the pillar and shouted.

"Yes, I have to queue up! Isn't it Ferrying in line?" someone shouted.

"They are in urgent need of electricity, aren't they?" Huang reporter from the first private newspaper "Haijing Jiwen" yelled in the queue: "Can you send me first? Are you not the secretary of Lord Zhao Jin? Isn't Mr. Zhao Jin fair?"

The secretary's face became darker, after all, these bastards were not giving him face.

However, three foreigners from a bunch of them turned their heads and looked at the fiercely-looking Song people. One of them said in standard Cantonese: "Sorry."

At this time, the manager of the Telegraph Company welcomed him in surprise. Seeing that everyone had any opinions, the secretary came to his ear and whispered to him. The manager immediately opened the small door of the counter and led a group of people into the interior.

It was obvious at a glance that they were going to send a telegram inside, and the people in the queue booed, expressing disdain.

The small building door inside the counter closed and then opened again. The young secretary stretched out his head. He looked at the group who was still booing him, and shouted in anger and resentment:

"Gentlemen, those people are gentlemen from The Times and Reuters! When can you achieve this level that can affect the global news trend, I will give you the privilege of sending telegrams first! Shut up!"

After saying that, he stumbled on the door heavily.

"The Times and Reuters? No wonder?" The crowd was scolded by the secretary and his arrogance disappeared. They were silent for a moment and started talking in a low voice.

"That kind of newspaper has come to Longchuan, no wonder he needs the secretary of the ** to accompany him."

"Yes, they are the best newspapers in the Qin Dynasty. Lu Buwei's "Lüshi Chunqiu" is so good! Alas, when did our newspapers be so awesome?"

"You newspaper? Forget it, your sales volume is only fifth in the country this year. What kind of global impact will it last forever?"

Seeing this moment throughout the whole process, Liao Qingyun gritted his teeth and continued to write a letter, full of anger: Damn, the foreigner Gao Song! The officials colluded with the foreigner! How could he not strike five lightning without a thunder?

I was angry and tried hard on my hand, and the pencil broke on the manuscript paper with a bang.

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An hour later, the secretary hurried back to Longchuan Yamen with a briefcase, took out a stack of manuscript paper from the bag and handed it to Officer Zhao Jin**. His face was nervous and he said, "Sir, you're not good! I ordered our Telegraph Office to secretly copy the full text of the Times and Reuters' pressing to the capital. After reading it, I found that something was wrong!"

Kim Jong-ki took the stack of manuscripts full of English and read them carefully. The secretary next to him looked at the boss's face and said, "Send a newspaper to the capital immediately? See if you can use diplomatic relations to suppress it."

Just looking at the topic, you will know that something is not good:

The Times title: "The Secret of the Song Dynasty's Election";

Reuters title: "The Shame of Civilization: Lottery and Elections in the Yellow Christian Country of the Far East"

The content inside is even more terrifying:

“…I haven’t seen any glory and justice related to the civilized world to elect elected members of the elected parliament. On the contrary, each of their candidates is fanatically inciting civilians to buy lottery tickets and gambling to save their money…”

"…...................”

"…...... completely beyond my understanding. In the country known as the most westernized in the Far East, what happened makes you realize that this is no different from those in Africa who choose the chieftain's concubines by stunning dances. It is simply that they use exquisitely printed gambling notes, but not coconut shells and feathers...."

“……even the thugs in the Paris Commune elected their committees, it was less disgusting than what happened here….”

…………………

After reading these two thick reports from special reporters, Kim Jong-ki breathed a long sigh, handed the manuscript back to his subordinates, and said, "Send a report to the capital immediately. It's a special emergency, top secret."

"Sir, what comments and suggestions do you have to give to Your Majesty? These two newspapers can influence global public opinion!" The secretary took the press release he stolen, but instead asked.

Kim Jong-ki took off his glasses and wiped them, saying, "I am just an election host. I have no comments. Let Your Majesty judge."

But then, as if to prove that he was not self-protection, he hesitated and said, "The emperor has foresaw this."

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Longchuan's election finally made the whole country of Song Dynasty boil, but once again made the global newspaper industry boil.

All European countries are staring at this so-called attempt to learn the political system. The first three elections that were not surprising at all, civilians didn't care about made them ridiculous, while the powerful Longchuan election made them feel ridiculous and despised.

The mainstream British newspapers seriously pointed out that this is not an election, it is national gambling;

Because he had prey with Haisong, the Tsarist Russian newspapers of the Qing Dynasty were gloating to the extreme and shouted in the newspaper: Why should a group of monkeys pretend to be a human?

Prussia, the second most powerful European country, has been committed to establishing good relations with Tsarist Russia so that France will not have the opportunity to make a comeback. From this perspective, he should help the "buddy" Russia mock Hai Song; but on the other hand, it wants to please Hai Song to get an entry ticket to the Far East, and Hai Song is also an important market for Germany's hot merchants. It can offend, but it cannot hit the emperor in the face. Therefore, German newspapers seem very confused: while talking about the election, you can do it... but maybe... maybe... maybe..., anyway, their reports are translated in Chinese, and a sentence is fifty and sixty words, with a very complex structure, so no one knows what they are talking about.

French newspapers are in a state of madness, saying "Long live the great people of Paris" and "Congratulations to the general for destroying the Paris thugs". People who read French newspapers recently are probably mentally ill, and French editors who can write this style may have been crazy by the tragedy that happened in China, but it doesn't matter. The French nation has always been like this. How can they be romantic if they are not crazy?

American newspapers are polarized: on the one hand, its cultural elites scolded Haisong for the election that disgusted the entire human race; on the other hand, the merchant class was full of smiles and promoted cotton to Haisong. Because the civil war ended, the supply of the world's largest cotton supplier has been restored, so naturally we cannot offend Haisong, the largest cotton importer in the Far East. However, no one paid attention to American newspapers. The United States is not a gentleman and aristocratic country. Who said that the United States has culture and laughed at Europe's big teeth? Think about it, there are no one in the country, so I asked Mr. Marx to write an article for them. There are no masters in China!

After the banner Times and Reuters published a powerful article representing the attitude of the British media, Russian and German newspapers merged. The Russians and Dezi clenched their nostrils together and mocked the English gentleman:

Didn’t Hai Song, a small country, say that elections are all learned from you? This is how your glorious elections look like? Hahaha.

British gentlemen could not stand this kind of teasing and became furious, cursing the Russians and Xiao Dezi: Which eye did you see the Haisong election as learning from us? Is this their claim to be Haisong's characteristics?

There is no way, if Hai Song climbs up, he will be ruined.
Chapter completed!