There were crowds of people at the entrance of the lottery shop next to the Sany Street Post Office. Four brothers and arms staff grinned and carried their carriages. They were always the relatives of Zheng Abao. Even the chefs were all rich and rich gold-collar "glass men". At this moment, they took off their double-star dresses and put on the costumes of the Qing Dynasty official. Each of them also gave them a beautiful fake braid instead of the top hat. Unfortunately, the weather was so hot, and it seemed that they had a fur hat on their heads. It was hard under the scorching sun. They also played as a sedan chair coolie. The boss jumped up and down without any scruples. The fine and tender golden collars underneath were sweating profusely and were trembling all over, but no one dared to do any moves, and they all gritted their teeth and carried them with white faces. Who told the boss that he had been fantastic recently and wanted to play the Qing Dynasty to catch his eyeballs?

Zheng Abao felt the sedan chair trembling under his feet. He ignored the few confidants below and was about to be crushed to his shoulders. He stomped the mat under his feet and roared without any sympathy: "What's going on? Stay calm!" Then he raised his head and continued to look up proudly in his sunglasses to look at the sun. He had not yet had enough time to give a speech.

The reporters were not satisfied like Zheng Abao. The waves of reporters were squeezing forward. The locals loved watching the fun so much that they were all squeezed into the outer circle by these gentle scums. It was absolutely impossible to squeeze into the front bodyguard circle. These gentle scums holding notebooks and pencils in their hands were too professional for this fact.[]

After hearing Zheng Abao call out that his Liberal Party’s purpose is to eliminate freedom, he calmed down for three seconds. That was the time for reporters to lower their heads and write shorthand. After finishing the shorthand, many reporters exclaimed: To eliminate the Liberal Party of Liberal Party?

Is this too "Treasure Little Body"?

"Master Bao, I don't understand! How good is 'free and free'? Everyone says that our Song Dynasty is more free than the Qing Dynasty. Freedom is not a bad thing. Why are you doing to eliminate freedom?" A reporter looked up in surprise and shouted.

"How do you eliminate it? What are we not allowed to do?" More reporters shouted in confusion.

Zheng Abao laughed three times, clenched his fists on one side of his face, and shook it from afar. It was a kind of etiquette to respect the absent-minded person. Then he said: "Eliminating freedom is the sage of our God Emperor and the expectations of our party!"

When he heard that he had moved out of the God Emperor, the reporter opened his mouth and stared at him and did not dare to say anything for the time being. He looked up at Zheng Abao and waited for him to explain.

Sure enough, Zheng Abao bowed, put his hands on his hips, pointed at the dark reporters with a high voice, yelling: "We Song people are so free! God has given us so much grace and gave us the wise and powerful God Emperor, the first God Emperor in East Asia, to give us clothes, food and food, and live and work in peace. But you are too ungrateful. Many people ignore the teachings of Jesus and the God Emperor: to cheat in business; to lie, secretly marry concubines, secretly smoke opium, secretly send bribes to parents, and urinate and defecate anywhere. Anyway, they just ignore the Bible and the God Emperor's teachings. This is the freedom of the monkey! This freedom is the poisonous weed of the Qing Dynasty! It will poison us back to the evil Qing Dynasty culture! And you will go to hell after you die!"

Then, Zheng Abao raised his hands high and shouted to the sky as if he was praying: "So our Liberal Party will destroy the freedom of the Qing Dynasty for the people to go to hell, and thus obtain the true freedom within Jesus!"

This was not enough. Zheng Abao bent down at the crowd of reporters, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as if he was wrestling with the devil, saying, "The full name of our Liberal Party is "The Great Song Liberal Party under the Conservation of Christ"! We want the people to get the true freedom within Jesus and make our people more happy and peaceful! Amen! Hallelujah! Hahaha!"

The reporter looked at each other for a while, and someone shouted: "Master Bao, have you changed your career as a pastor? You are right, but you seem to be a gang of Western donors who want to gamble and decide the winner or lose. What's the use of preaching? What's the difference between you and the Democratic Party? Let's say it's real."

Upon hearing this question, Zheng Abao resumed his hips and belly thrust again, laughed a few times, he raised a finger and shook it and said, "That's right! We are very different from the Democratic Party. How can their group of idiots compete with us?

We culturally want to eliminate freedom and advocate holiness, so:

First, we must punish and eliminate all acts that do not conform to the moral concept of the Bible!

Second, we should give His Majesty a advice and ask him to give us certain references and even decisions on certain taxes! Our Song State wants to protect the local industry and commerce of our country, and cannot be controlled by foreigners. After all, the brothers have believed in Jesus for hundreds or thousands of years, and they are strong and cannot squeeze our local merchants! We are also human beings, and we have to have a meal. Regardless of Chinese or foreigners, we are all Christians. We help each other and love each other as ourselves. Isn’t it good to go to heaven together?”

Speaking of this, Zheng Abao became excited. He jumped and shouted. The sedan chairperson below him suddenly turned white to blue, and his back teeth almost bit it. Zheng Abao shouted:

"Our Liberal Party proposes to protect its own industry and commerce, and calls for: tax reductions and exemptions, competition is freer, tariffs on foreign products are raised, and the illegal costs are more severe! In a word, we are good friends of all Song Dynasty industry and commerce in the country, our iron buddies, and the great savior!"

"Wow! So you guys are here!" All the reporters who were familiar with the economy suddenly realized that many people wrote the sentence "Liberal Party = the country's industry and commerce" in their notebooks at the same time.

At this time, the local candidates of Longchuan, who were standing behind Young Master Bao's carriage, were already very excited. Zhang Qijie took the lead and everyone applauded. The opposite of them was the "gambler" who bet on them. Everyone immediately cheered with the "horse racing".

Young Master Bao repeatedly pressed down with his hands without hesitation, stopping the crowd from cheering. As expected, he had a quiet street effect. Everyone knew that he had more important information. Sure enough, Zheng Abao put his hands on his hips and pointed his fingers at the sky, shouting:

"Don't think that the Democratic Party has Zhong Jialiang in charge, a shipbuilding bureau that builds warships, and a Xixue Railway Company, is so great! Before I came, I have already obtained the promises of several gentlemen that they will become the top three members of our Liberal Party. They are Viscount Zheng Shaoting, the president of my elder brother's arms company, Viscount He Bo, the largest maritime industry giant in the Song Dynasty, and Viscount Zhou Kaiyuan, the largest textile industry giant in the Song Dynasty. Our Liberal Party will be dominated by the three most famous local commercial giants in our country! They are all local merchants who have been awarded their titles for business, and we are the San Jue Party!"

How difficult is it to be a business giant? Everyone knows it! With a newspaper darling like Zheng Abao, he can't even get a "knight" hat (it's because Huang En and his brothers were promoted to the title, but the brothers had two arms, so they were all given to his brother); Zhong Jialiang was trying to manage opium because he drew opium and the Sea Emperor refused to give him a title, which was a foregone conclusion. The Empire was very stingy with MG.

Those who can be awarded titles without fighting are elites who have made outstanding contributions to the empire. Zheng Shaoting said that Zhou Kaiyuan was a textile giant supported by the Emperor of God. He had used cotton yarn and cotton to destroy the entire East Asian traditional economic structure of men and women weaving. He relied on cheap labor costs and understanding of local culture to fight against British textile merchants. He was also one of the darlings of the Emperor of Hai and was the pioneer of the Emperor of Hai to implement economic imperialism in the Qing Dynasty without textile industry. The textile industry has been repeatedly emphasized as one of the pillar industries of Hai Song in the present and future. Can he not award titles?

He Bo is not only one of the heroes of the Heavenly Earth Association who welcomed the Red Army uprising to Guangdong, but also a shipping giant supported by the God Emperor. He is so sharp that he is fighting a price war with the United Kingdom and American transportation companies, which is very courageous. However, he is also the poorest giant among the giants. Not only does he have no positive assets, but he can't afford to pay off his debts in eight lifetimes.

In some areas of this era, competition was extremely barbaric, which was to use price wars to kill all opponents, then monopolize the entire industry and then raise prices and make huge profits. The same is true for shipping.

Because shipping companies from various countries launched a price war in the Far East, the prices from Haijing to East Asian countries have been reduced to one-twentieth of the original, and the fastest transportation speed has been constantly refreshed. The once strongest shipping company in the Song Dynasty, "Royal Shipping", has also reached the point where the income is insufficient to cover the expenses and goes bankrupt at any time, relying on the continuous allocation of interest-free loans for Haihuang.

But at this time, the Sea Emperor instead promoted his title, and upgraded from a honorary baron to a honorary viscount, and changed his iron hat just to wait for his son to make military achievements - this shows the Sea Emperor's attitude!

So although He Bo is the poorest, he has a good reputation among the business and the people. The business world has gained a lot of money because of the desperate competition of shipping companies on the ocean. The shipping fee from Guangdong to Shanghai, Liaodong and East Asian countries is as cheap as if it is not expensive, which greatly promotes commercial prosperity. Can you not say that he is good? As for the people, it is a bullshit. The emperor said it well, who dares not say it well? This man is a kind of person who is using merchant ships to compete for bayonets for the sea emperor and foreign competitors on the ocean.

After Zheng Abao shouted out his true intention of reducing taxes and establishing tariff barriers to protect the tycoons of his country, his face changed from the expression "I have long wanted to kill your whole family" to the intoxicating expression of "listening to the fragrance of frogs and rice flowers in summer nights". He put his hands on his hips and pulled them from here to there with the other hand, just like a harmless farmer touching his wheat ears. He shouted: "Because of the wiseness of the God Emperor, our country practices the teachings of the Bible and improves the status of merchants. Look, our country is much richer than the Qing Dynasty, and there are many factories! Even this small broken county... Cough cough, I can see the chimneys of the factory and the locomotives of the train in this beautiful small town! How amazing!"

"I have been to the industrial base city of European powers. Do you know? In the global overlord, our country's eldest sister - the British textile industry center, Manchester City. Once you enter, the factory chimney in the city looks like a forest. The coal smoke from day and night smokes the sky into ashes. After walking a few steps, the smell of smoke all over your body. No matter how you clean the ground, there will be a thin layer of coal ash in three minutes, and the river is black!

There are also many workers like sand: they work hard every day, and they can break the head in order to grab a position. The poor have no place to sleep in the alley and have seven or eight, but they don’t be beggars, so they must do things! The porters in London often fight for work, so the officials even line up numbers to get you from what time to what time to what time to what time to get you. After a few hundred, you have to let the next few hundred enter the field to take over your work and make money.

What a magnificent industrial scene, how much money does this represent? How powerful does the national strength mean?"

Zheng Abao raised his head slightly, as if he was looking forward to the future. He raised his hand and pointed at the clear blue sky of Longchuan and shouted: "Look! How blue the sky is here! How clear the water here is here! There is no smell in the wind here! How can this be done!

This is backwardness! This is ignorance!

Our Liberal Party will one day let the chimneys grow every inch of land in the Song Dynasty, exterminate the blue sky, and replace it with a gray twilight representing money! To make every inch of the river dark as ink, we drink tap water from the copper tube, and we no longer need to waste time fetching water. Everyone has to work hard in the factory! Everyone has money, buy furniture, pocket watches, clocks, suits, carriages, live in villas - and also buildings! No matter the rich and poor, when they meet, they are hat-taking gifts, and they are all in their mouths: "Hellosir, did you eat it?", a authentic London accent!

At that time, our Song Kingdom will inevitably join the forest of the great powers and be called the holy bridgehead in the Far East! All of this requires our industry and commerce to work together under the protection of Christ, to exterminate the freedom to go to hell, and to exchange for the power and freedom of industry and money! Hallelujah, may God turn our sky into ashes as soon as possible!"

After the speech, Zheng Abao put his hands behind him and raised his head slightly. The audience was silent for a few seconds. His followers were the first to applaud and cater to the boss. However, it seemed that he did not consider this kind of Chinese and Western combination in advance. Everyone in the brothers' arms applauded enthusiastically with their horseshoe sleeves, but they shouted: "Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir!…..."

The four candidates in Longchuan were all engaged in industrial activities, and they were so excited that they burst into tears. They ran from behind to the vicinity of Zheng Abao's sedan chair and cheered loudly.

"Let the chimney grow every inch of land in Da Song!" Li Guangxi raised his arms and shouted;

"Everyone is taking off his hat! Everyone works hard to realize the teachings of the Bible!" Wang Yu's family also burst into tears;

"Dye the river water black! The wind in Longchuan must be full of coal smoke!" Fan Linhui jumped and yelled;

"Exterminate the freedom to go to hell! Rely on our Liberal Party in industry and commerce! Well said! Hallelujah!" Zhang Qijie repeatedly held his top hat to greet him.

As soon as the four candidates in Longchuan yelled, hundreds of people who bought their lottery tickets immediately shouted, and Sany Street was boiling again. Because Mr. Bao said everything about three levels of heaven, many Xiaomin didn't understand, and as he shouted, it turned into something below the first level of heaven:

"The Liberal Party makes a fortune!"

"Third-Legend Party Thousand Years!"

"The Industrial and Commercial Party makes a fortune!"

"Young Master Bao is mighty!"

"Zheng Shaoting, Zhou Kaiyuan, Sir He Bo Qiansheng! I wish you a good time to change your iron hats!"

"Brothers, the arms are powerful! I will buy your guns in the future!"

Wait for these slogans of the country bumpkins to be loud.

Young Master Bao looked at the reporter's awe and excited expression and listened to the compliments of the local bullies on the street. He laughed and realized that the sun at midday was too poisonous. He wanted to slip away and drink and talk, so he bowed his fist while stomping on his shoulders, causing the four poor golden collars who were about to be split all over and carried him to the yamen.

Seeing that he was leaving, a reporter rushed in and pointed at the Democratic Party who listened to Master Bao’s speech not far away and had a blue and white face, and shouted: "Master Bao, the Democratic Party has a toad party flag and a party certificate. What about you? What is your party flag if you don’t see it?"

Young Master Bao was stunned and looked at the toad not far away. He snorted coldly, pointed at his face and shouted: "Tell you, I was summoned by His Majesty yesterday afternoon, and was given the important task of establishing a Liberal Party and trampling on the Democratic Party to death. There are only two hours of the God Emperor's face and a party name, such as the Party Constitution, Party Flag, and Party Certificate. There is no such fancy thing as this! I don't need it! My face is the Liberal Party's party flag. Isn't it better than a toad? Do you?"

After saying that, he ordered himself to walk towards the yamen in a huge queue, but the reporters did not let him go, and they still stood in front of him and asked questions. Everyone knew that Zheng Abao had the best attitude towards newspaper reporters and would not let the bodyguards move.

The reporters just want to bully the weak and fear the strong.

Zheng Abao's queue couldn't move, and Zheng Abao was still wearing thick Qing Dynasty official uniforms. He looked up at the poisonous sun at noon and felt sweat flowing from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. The boots on his shoulders felt as if he had stepped into the snow.

The eyes behind the sunglasses turned, and Zheng Abao looked at the reporters who were blocking the road in front of the chariot and smirked. He opened the folding fan and shouted to the reporters in front of him: "Haha, buddies, there is another news I didn't tell you. I'll do a good job today!"

"What news!" The reporters were immediately excited, and many people began to attack the bodyguard circle, with sweat splashing in front and behind the shoulder carriage, as if it was like a sun rain.

Zheng Abao laughed a few times, pointed at the direction of the capital, and shouted: "I really tell you, I came to Longchuan today to form the Liberal Party. I don't even know the news about this! I said that because our God Emperor was too smart, I talked with me for two hours. Except for my elder brother, the other two commercial viscounts agreed to form the Liberal Party. His Majesty told me that my brother's arms would be the third one! With the Liberal Party, what is the Democratic Party No. 006? What's that? I threw it into the river! The God Emperor is so good at looking at people and knows that I am neat and reliable, so the party formation and joining the election was decided by me. Then I immediately made famous brands and fixed railway boxes for one minute

Longchuan has not been delayed! The three viscounts are still in the confidential stage, so you reporters are the first guys in the country to know about this. The notebooks in your hands are the things that all other regions of the empire, including the capital, don’t know about it! Official Zhao Jin** is not clear yet, and I am going to have dinner with Official Zhao Jin** to reminisce about the past. After dinner and talk with him, maybe in the afternoon, the court will get his report in the evening. It is now a little over twelve o’clock, and there is a time difference here. Because of the election, in order to serve the newspaper industry, Longchuan’s telegrams to Beijing are hotlines, and the General Administration of Beijing Telegrams will give priority to the sending of the Longchuan Express Telegrams. So the Longchuan Express Telegrams may be in the hands of the recipients of the Beijing City before the Yamen Telegrams. Do you understand what I mean?"

Speaking of this, Zheng Abao smiled and pointed to the post office | telegraph company next to him, and said with a smile: "Whoever sends a telegram first, and hinders others from sending it later, may he become famous overnight and then become rich overnight!"

The reporters in front of me suddenly became stunned for a second. Someone shouted, and the crowded heads turned right, and then rushed towards the post office steps like crazy.

The steps were full of locals and post offices watching the fun. Before the telegraph office could hear what Zheng Abao said, he pointed at him a few times, smiled, and in the blink of an eye, the crowd suddenly turned around and shouted and rushed to him!

The locals are not as good as those of the desperate journalists. What's more, almost all the desperate journalists in the Western learning in Longchuan rushed over. The locals are not the enemy of the other party at all. The steps are immediately overturned. The locals are squeezed to the sides of the steps and roll down like dumplings. What's even more unlucky is that they are not squeezed down. They hugged the door in a hurry and were knocked into the hall. They screamed in fear. It's not over yet. Three seconds later, the two doors of the post office made a sound of glass explosion.

Zheng Abao behind him laughed and shouted: "Haisong is full of gold! First, it will last until it is hungry, then it will be hungry! Take it hard!"

After saying that, seeing that there were no reporters in front of him blocking the way, he fanned and pointed at the yamen in front and shouted: "Children, target, yamen! Let's go in step by step!"
Chapter completed!