It is conceivable that such a national celebrity, a top business tycoon, a comedian in the eyes of readers, and a darling of the newspaper industry, stepped on the ground in a small place like Longchuan, and even if he did nothing, he could do news. The reporters in the city rushed to the train station like crazy.

At the train station, Zheng Abao took down the official hat and fake braids for the reporter to see. There was a burst of laughter on the platform. This was the absolute effect of Zheng Abao's appearance.

The reporter asked: "Master Bao, what does it mean to wear this Qing Dynasty official uniform?"[]

Hearing the official uniform, Zheng Abao pinched his waist and raised his head and laughed wildly for a while, then said, "I was on a business trip with Ningbo in Shanghai last week. They told me that the donation of officials was done, so I put on this outfit back to make it fresh. As we all know, the Qing Dynasty is a big customer of our company. Now, donating officials in the Qing Dynasty is popular. If you donate officials, you will not be able to discuss business with your customers!"

As he said that, he shook his horse's hooves, exposed one hand, and made a "three" gesture, saying, "The salesmen in our Shanghai branch alone have 5 roads, 8 county magistrates, and there are no other small officials. The Qing people don't know. When entering our Shanghai branch, all officials wear them, they will think they have entered the yamen! This is the style of a large company! I encourage local employees in the Qing Dynasty to donate officials, and excellent salesmen donate officials. I will reimburse them 10% every year. If you are a gold medal salesman in the company for ten years, it is equivalent to giving him a roadman and returning home to glorify his ancestors. Besides, we are internationally renowned arms dealers, and reimburse the donation fees is also a benefit. I will increase employee morale and cohesion! Which roadman dares to change jobs, donate officials and pay for their own money! Haha!"

The reporters laughed and someone asked, "Master Bao, your salesmen are all Taoist platforms. Why don't you donate a Taoist platform? You should donate a Taoist platform!"

"Can Beile donate? I haven't heard of it! Everyone under God is created and equal! Besides, Beile trains Taoist platform to crush people to death at the first level of the official position. We are trained to train the Taoist platform to be the same as the grandson. This is what makes his Taoist platform feel satisfied!" Zheng Abao raised his stomach with his waist and laughed proudly, then raised his fingers and said to the reporter full of eyes: "And I have another consideration for donating the officials."

"What's the consideration?" The reporter's eyes were red when he was hung up, and groups of them were thrusting upwards. However, Zheng Abao's bodyguards wearing Qing official uniforms were quite experienced and had already formed a wall of humans, and forked the group of hungry wolves to grab meat like a net.

Zheng Abao laughed a few times, turned around and pointed at the direction of the capital and said, "The most expensive dress in our capital is only 1,000 silver dollars, which is not worthy of my identity at all. But we are wearing clothes, not gold. After thinking about it, the Qing Dynasty's official uniforms are the most expensive in the entire East Asia region. For example, I, a friend of the Shanxi merchants in the Qing Dynasty, have a complete one-stop service, created a fake household registration for me, and then charged me 11,000 taels of silver! Remember, although my clothes look rustic, I can buy 40 sets of double-star dresses worth 300 yuan! Is the scene? Is it so grand enough?"

"Master Bao, you were cheated! I have been in Shanghai for two years and know the market conditions! There are too many officials in the Qing Dynasty now, and the selling price is depreciated. You can discount it. Donating 8,000 yuan on the road platform is enough!" Some reporters shouted, and other reporters burst into laughter - Master Bao has been fooled?

Unexpectedly, Zheng Abao looked as usual. He stretched out his finger and shook it, saying, "no!no!no!", and then said to the reporter with a serious and seductive statement: "It's not 8,000! The Shanxi merchants are my old friends, and I am also a good friend of the Qing Dynasty. They only want to charge me 5,000. But I said: No! I will never discount! I look down on me on discount! I just want to buy clothes worth 10,000. What is the money? The extra money is just to buy some vegetable porridge for the orphans and widows of the Qing Dynasty. It can be regarded as thanking them for their care for our company over the years. I am cute in the Qing Dynasty and a lovely neighbor."

"You are lying! The deceived Young Master Bao has made up his own lie!" A reporter screamed in a hint, and all the reporters grinned and started to make a fuss. They all knew that he had a good temper and was willing to cooperate.

Zheng Abao laughed at the sky again, pointed at the group of reporters and said, "You reporters are so bad!"

The reporters burst into laughter again, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

But Zheng Abao smiled and shouted, "I know you don't believe me, I have to say that I was cheated, so I was prepared for it!"

After saying that, he turned around in the bodyguard group and lifted his fake braids. Everyone saw a large white cloth strip sewn on the official uniform behind him, with two lines of words written vertically:

This rejects

Clothes

One dozen

Ten thousand discounts

The reporters burst into laughter again. A reporter reached into his hands between the bodyguard's arms, and scratched Zheng Abao's clothes with his notebook, shouting: "Master Bao, we have a camera, let's take a photo of your official uniform!"

"Okay, okay, I like taking photos! In order to take photos, even my subordinates issued official cards in the official uniform. I heard that there was a whip in the Forbidden City, so I made a set." Zheng Abao laughed with his hips, and his subordinates who were thrust on his face next to him had a crying expression. Then he directed the reporter to separate. The reporter stepped back first and asked the photographer to lift the heavy mobile cameras one by one. Zheng Abao climbed onto the shoulder carriages of the four people and directed his subordinates to take out the posture of the Qing Dynasty's high-ranking officials on patrol. In front of the road, the water and fire sticks were in the back, and the official cards were held. He stood on the shoulder carriages of the four people, facing the row of camera boxes in front of him, shamelessly posing in various postures and expressions.

Because he was a sheriff and a webmaster, he was also close to him. I heard that this guy was wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms to show off his wealth. The local police officer next to him pointed at the guy sitting or sitting in the sedan chair in the guard of honor and said to the webmaster Lu: "Does this guy have money to burn? Is this crazy? Don't you don't have 10,000 yuan to donate the official and then run around in Haisong in the Qing Dynasty official uniform? He is not afraid that the army or militia will shoot him to death?!"

"That's it! Is it so great to have money?" Webmaster Lu shouted with disgust, then bravely squeezed into the crowd of text reporters, and squeezed through the cameras like a row of cannons. In the end, he was stopped by two Qing Dynasty officials. Webmaster Lu raised his arms and shouted at Zheng Abao, who was sitting in the sedan chair a few meters away with joy, and shouted: "Master Bao, I am the website manager of Longchuan Station. Thank you for using our service! Song You Tie Electric is so honored! Can you also go to the station office to take a photo with me? I want to hang it in the website manager's office to pay homage to you, the highest guest every day!"

Before he finished speaking, the expectant webmaster Lu had no time to change his expression, and reached out from behind his ear with one hand, hugged his face, and then pulled it back hard. Webmaster Lu was not prepared and was hugged with his feet facing the sky, and his head was knocked again, this time he hit the camera's cannon stand.

Lying on the ground, just as he was about to get angry, he looked at who was attacking him. Webmaster Lu immediately shut up: Now the position he just stood has changed to Fang Bingsheng!

He looked as happy as him, shouted with the same cheers, and even shouted exactly the same words. Fang Bingsheng waved his hand to Zheng Abao and shouted with a flattering smile: "Master Bao, I am Fang Bingsheng, Vice President of Song You, thank you for using our service! Song You Tie Electric is so honored!"

Before the stationmaster Lu wanted to climb out, Fang Bingsheng in front had turned his head and bent down to speak to him, but at this moment he had turned into a fierce expression. He shouted to the frightened stationmaster Lu: "Bastard! Why don't you get the overtime train away? How many trains do you want to miss it? Do you still want to do it?!"

After saying that, he turned around and cheered at Zheng Abao with joy on his face. Zheng Abao saw him and waved his hand. The bodyguards put Fang Bingsheng in. Fang Bingsheng rushed in, first bowed to Zheng Abao, and then turned around and stood side by side with several bodyguards under the sedan chair with water and fire sticks, shouting at the reporters who came up again: "Everyone has seen it! Master Bao, the tycoon of Emperor **, used our company's private car to visit Longchuan!"

After saying that, he took out a newspaper from his pocket and shook it open, pointing to the text on it and shouting: "This is yesterday's imperial newspaper, and there is a great news on it! Master Bao has also joined our Democratic Party! He is a comrade of our Democratic Party! And according to Master Bao's contribution to the empire and his reasonable requirements, his party certificate number is No. 006, which is the highest seat at present! Thank God, let us have this pillar and beam! Let us make decisions for the people together and let the people make a fortune in elections!"

Looking at the camera and the photojournalist were flooded by the text reporter again. I thought that the photos had been taken just now, Zheng Abao climbed down from the sedan chair, walked to the front, and looked at Fang Bingsheng who turned around repeatedly to announce the news paper.

The reporters gathered up again and asked loudly:

"Master Bao, are you here to inspect the Democratic elections?"

"What do you think about the victory of the Democratic Party?"

"Master Bao, if the Christian hero fights back again, will you, as a member of the Democratic Party No. 6, contribute to your party?"

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"Well? Zhong Jialiang reported this to the emperor so soon? I was impatient." Zheng Abao put his hands on his chest and looked thoughtful.

"Young Master Bao, welcome to inspect the Longchuan election situation. We have been fighting with the group of ignorant guys in the Presbyterian Church for two or three weeks. We have been ahead and will always be ahead, absolutely ahead!" Fang Bingsheng nodded and bowed to Zheng Abao. After all, the other party's power is too terrible, no less than the foreign medicine guild.

Seeing Zheng Abao silent, this guy was wearing sunglasses and couldn't see his eyes clearly, Fang Bingsheng asked in a tentative manner: "Do you want Mr. Bao to take out his party certificate and let's take a photo? It's really my honor to be the commemoration of your party member's visit to Longchuan!"

Zheng Abao turned his head and shouted, "Secretary, where is my Democratic Party Certificate?"

A guy dressed as a Qing official rushed out, but he was wearing myopia glasses and carrying a Western briefcase in his hand, looking really inappropriate.

"Boss, that..." The guy bowed with his briefcase in front of Zheng Abao. Before he finished speaking, Zheng Abao became angry: "What did you call me?"

"Ah! I was wrong!" The horse hoof sleeves in the glasses shouted quickly, then half-kneeled on the ground, put down the briefcase, and the two horse hoof sleeves were half-baked and slapped each other for a long time, touched the ground with one hand, and then shouted: "Sir! Sir! You did not bring your Democratic Party certificate!"

This scene made the reporters burst into laughter again, holding back the tears in their eyes, and lowered their heads to write the news wildly.

"Damn it! When I get home and ask you for it!" Zheng Abao shouted indifferently, then turned around and walked to Fang Bingsheng who was holding back his smile and said, "Mr. Fang, my Democratic Party Certificate has not been brought, where are yours?"

"Here! Here!" Fang Bingsheng quickly presented his No. 011 party certificate.

After receiving the party certificate and looking at the "toad" above, Zheng Abao asked Fang Bingsheng: "Can you lend me some money?"

"Yes! Yes! You can use it casually!" Thinking that this guy was going to pose with his party certificate, Fang Bingsheng quickly agreed and his head was lit like a chicken pecking at rice.

"How to use it? You said!" Zheng Abao's lips curled under sunglasses, and a treacherous smile appeared.

"That's it! You use my party certificate to be the honor of villains!" Fang Bingsheng nodded and bowed, with a flattering smile on his face.

Sure enough, Zheng Abao raised the party certificate high and strode to the reporters, as if he was declaring the blue book.

A reporter shouted: "Master Bao, don't be so serious! What jokes do you have to write to me about the Democratic Party? You always lack headlines!"

The reporters all laughed, and Fang Bingsheng also laughed.

"Give you a headline now!" Zheng Abao yelled, and the sunglasses on his nose jumped up.

Then he put down Fang Bingsheng's party certificate, pulled his hands in front of everyone, and with a "click", Fang Bingsheng's party certificate was pulled in half by him, and then threw it on the ground, spitting a mouthful of saliva, and finally stepped on it with his official boots.

The entire train station was silent, only Zheng Abao's official boots were repeatedly stepped on and his panting and cursing voices. Everyone was stunned. The voice of the stationmaster Lu from dozens of meters away in the wind immediately became clear: "Does he want to do it? The locomotive is here! Hurry up!"

Fang Bingsheng was like a wax chicken that was dried in winter, and his eyes could not turn.

Zheng Abao shouted: "What a goofy Democratic Party! That's a waste! The only heroes in the world are us!"

As he said that, he pinched his fingers and shouted, "Give me my second brand!"

Immediately, a follower ran over and held a huge sign high, standing behind Zheng Abao, who was standing proudly with his arms crossed. All the reporters and Fang Bingsheng raised their heads to look at the sign, and saw that the following big words were written on it:

"Mu Sheng, Chairman Zheng of the Liberal Party of Song Dynasty"

For two minutes, a needle fell from the station could be heard, and then the reporters' "screaming" howls echoed through the sky.
Chapter completed!