Standing on the church steps and looking down at the strangely dressed team, the few people were shocked and remembered the scenes of childhood and youth. At that time, this place was still the world of the Qing Dynasty, and they had seen such costumes and scenes.

However, Longchuan is a small county town, and the most common thing is that the county magistrate goes on a patrol, but it is a bit shabby compared to what he sees in front of him. As a small place, people have never seen so many Qing officials following him since they were born. This is a high-ranking official - a high-ranking official of the Qing Dynasty.

Hey, isn’t the God Emperor’s world now? How come a Qing Dynasty official came out? []

There were no friendly troops preparing to fight each other in the square, and they flashed all over the side to see the wonders. On the steps, you can even see the Democratic Party’s newly built double-decker carriage parked on the street outside the stone tablet of “God is Light”. Several candidates were looking at the place with their hands on the pergola.

Longchuan is a small place, and there was no chance to meet a high-ranking official in the Qing Dynasty. Now a Qing Dynasty high-ranking platform sounded a gong and a tiger-headed sign was like a forest. The high-ranking official wore sunglasses and sat on his shoulder and kept waving his hands. The following mate below was wearing a pagoda red tassel hat, and ran with a Western briefcase in his hand. The killing stick in front of him was also carrying a silver rifle after his braid. What's even more terrifying is that in addition to the Han people, there are also a large number of tall and powerful foreigners in the team. This is too rare and too powerful. Not to mention that he is already the God Emperor, even when he was in the Qing Dynasty, the people were probably still stunned.

"What's going on?" Fan Linhui was so shocked that he couldn't stop talking.

"It seems that it is an official from the Qing Dynasty. Why are you here in Longchuan? Are you here to visit the election?" Li Guangxi said in confusion.

Wang Yu's family pointed to both sides of the queue and said, "It must be just a visit. I saw that, Lao Ou and the secretary were following."

Everyone looked carefully and found that the Longchuan police officers were divided into two rows and followed the queues, dispersing the people and making the road clear, while vaguely defending the high-ranking official. Ou Xingsun ran on the side of the sedan chair with a smile on his face, accidentally stepped on the other party's boot heel, and quickly apologized in horror. The other side of the sedan chair was actually the secretary of the official Zhao Jin**, and he also smiled and obviously flattered.

The queue rushed straight to the steps of the church before stopping. As the Qing Dynasty officials slowly climbed down with the support of the secretary of the ** official, the reporters who had disappeared for an hour only came out in droves, howling and squeezing forward and maintaining order. If the Longchuan Sheriff had not beaten up these desperadoes, the reporters were afraid of the Longchuan local police officers, and they would probably have been kicked away.

The four candidates on the steps, together with their followers and workers, looked blankly at the guy who had his waist crossed and raised his head to the sky, turned his chin and looked at people with sunglasses. The accompanying official secretary pointed at them and said to him: "It's just them, fortunately they are all here."

"Okay, okay!" The Qing Dynasty official let out a strange smile that made people goose bump, and climbed the steps with his hips and raised his head.

On the steps, Ou Xingsun was wandering around Zheng Abao and the secretary like a fly. He wanted to get close but didn't dare to do so, so he smiled and flattered with a shy face, and even slapped the wrong one:

He patted his police gun and said, "Master Bao, although the police guns and the sheriffs of the country are all made by Emperor Eng's weapons, but our armed belts are all produced by you. Whoever uses guns every day, but they have to wear armed belts every day." As he said, he also turned over his belt like he untied his pants, exposed the trademark of "Brothers" on it, and shouted, "My son likes your brothers' company, and our two hunting rifles are all yours..."

Of course, for a small character like him, the other party didn't turn his eyelids over him, not to mention that this stupid person was full of words. The scandal of losing to Huang En in the large bid for police guns and equipment in the public security system. Zheng Abao ignored Ou Xingsun, who was like a fly, and said to the secretary who helped him to the steps: "I will handle this in half an hour! Then I'll go to drink with you! I haven't seen you for a long time! What are you eating?"

"What? Just eat in the canteen of the yamen."

"How can this work? Nakaki should not be too honest and honest. It's not that he can't afford to hire a chef."

Speaking of this, the adult stopped on the steps, turned around and waved to his queue and shouted: "François! Get out of the line and follow the order!"

Immediately, the group of Qing officials, who were tall and tall, threw the tiger-head sign with "avoidance" in their hands, and took a few steps up the steps. They knelt on one knee in front of Zheng Abao, clapped their hands with two horse hooves and sleeves, and thought they were going to beat the thousand. They raised their heads and shouted, "Sir, what are you going to give?"

The secretary and the candidates of the chamber of commerce at several levels above the steps could see clearly, and everyone was stunned. This guy was a foreigner! Although he had black and shiny braids, even his hair was browned.

Zheng Abao turned his head and introduced to the secretary: "This is my French chef, and he is very good at cooking French cuisine."

Then he shouted to François, who was kneeling in front of him, "François, you and the secretary go to the yamen to see what ingredients are there, and prepare French dishes for us. Two bottles of red wine in the box will also be brought to Xiao Jin for me. After each person, he will drink one bottle of lunch, let him wait to drill into the bottom of the table."

Francois quickly shouted neatly: "Sir! Sir!" Then he went down and ran to the carriage where the ceremony was running to get the red wine.

"Oh, this is not good. You are too polite. The adults know that you are here and they are too happy. What else can you get? Besides, the adults have average alcohol tolerance..." The secretary said with a smile. Although the guy in front of him is not an official and has not even made a nobleman, he is actually very powerful. Ordinary officials have to whisper when they see him.

Not only did he have a royal favor, he controlled the arms industry that was related to national security, was rich and powerful, and was very good at wearing a pair of pants with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the army, the navy, the machinery, and the smelting experts. His official connections were very scary.

For example, when he was developed, it was when Zhao Jin** was the former Boy Scouts, so he and those group of Boy Scouts were both buddies. These people had experienced the "Haijing Riots". If they were still alive, they were all young elites with great success and promising futures in the system; for example, Zhao Jin***.

He and Zhao Jinzhongji are also good friends, so the secretary-in-law met this adult's friend, the court darling, and the business tycoon, and had to serve him like a servant. He did not dare to show his authority at all, but instead began to clamp his tail and behave as a human being.

Sure enough, Zheng Abao tskated and said to the secretary: "Xiao Li, don't worry so much! Your boss and I are brothers. Why are you talking too much? You can't drink a glass of wine? Take François to cook later!"

As they said that, they had already reached the steps. Looking at the four chamber of commerce candidates who were inexplicably scared on the side, Zheng Abao pointed at them and asked, "Are these those four candidates?"

"Yes, it's them." The secretary-general faced Zheng Abao, and drew an arc on the white gloves on his hand, pointing at four guys with big eyes and staring at them.

Zheng Abao threw away the folding fan in his hand and walked to the four dumb candidates, carrying one hand behind his back and slapped the other with a fan on his chest, shouting loudly: "Do you guys know me?"

From Zhang Qijie to Li Guangxi to Fan Linhui to Wang Yu's house, I was stunned for a while, and then my head was shaking like a rattle at the same time.

Zheng Abao closed the folding fan with a snap, turned around to the reporters rushing in the audience, pointed at Zhang Qijie and the others with his fan head and shouted: "Look! What a rustic rustic!"

The reporters from the audience burst into laughter, and the locals in Longchuan were inexplicably surprised.

Zheng Abao yelled: "Boys, carry my two famous brands up by my sir!"

The two men took off two signs from the car, like soldiers holding a spear in their hands, lowered their heads and rushed up the steps, standing majestic behind Zheng Abao's body, and then the tall sign was erected from left to right.

The whole square hushed, not contempt, but seeing the two big signs behind the man, too many locals gasped at the same time.

Zheng Abao proudly put his hips on his hips and bulged his belly in the middle of the sign, and it looked like he was showing off his blatantly.

"Hey, don't be afraid. There are so many people, it's still broad daylight. We are not vampires. Four honest people, come and see yourself!" Seeing Zhang Qijie, who was timid next to him, staring at the people in the square with inexplicable expressions, Zheng Abao asked them to come and see yourself.

The four of them hesitated for a moment, bowed to Zheng Abao first, went down two steps, walked around under Zheng Abao, and looked up at the words on the sign together.

"Mu Sheng, President Zheng, Brothers of the Song Dynasty"

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

Li Guangxi is a mechanical worker. The president of the Song Dynasty Mechanical Association is Zheng Shaoting, Zheng Abao's biological brother. Of course, as a mechanical practitioner in his small county, he had no chance to meet the president. When he saw these two brands, he was the first to react. He pointed to the proud Qing dynasty on it and shouted: "You...you...you...you...you...you...you...You're the brothers's arms of the young master Bao?"

"Master Bao? Big arms dealer?" Zhang Qijie and others looked at each other.

Wang Yu’s family was the most realistic. He pointed to the second sign and asked: “Master Bao, what is this Liberal Party? What do you mean to us?”

Zheng Abao raised his arm, shoulders, arms, hands, and fan became a javelin-like straight line and pointed at the toad flag on the Democratic campaign carriage watching the excitement in the distance, shouting: "Brothers, I know you were defeated by that toad! Your Majesty entrusted me to become the second party outside the Democratic Party, the Liberal Party! Do you want to hang out with me?"

Zhang Qijie and others on the steps were still a little dizzy and didn't understand the situation.

And the reporters in the audience shouted:

"Join! Join!"

"Hurry up! You are the Liberal Party!"

"Why are you standing there? You guys! I'll go to hug Master Bao's thighs in the morning and cry for Master Wang!"

Zheng Abao looked at the people who were still silly, laughed up on his back, and shouted: "I order you to join! Who dares not join? I will stuff you into the cannon chamber and hit a goddess in the scattered flowers! From today on, you will be mine! I will protect you!"

The reporter immediately jumped and screamed and applauded.

The secretary walked down the stairs and explained to the four people. The four people woke up like a dream, and they were so ecstatic! Join the Liberal Party? This big backstage! It's no less than that of Zhong Jialiang, the Democratic Party!

On the steps below Zheng Abao, in front of almost the entire county town, the four candidates hugged each other in tears. Wang Yu's family raised their hands and shouted to the sky: "Pray for the second time for a promise! Thank you God! Hallelujah!"

The supporters of the chamber of commerce who had died asked each other and understood the matter. Someone immediately yelled in tears: "Hallelujah". Soon Hallelujah in the square resounded through the sky, and she really cheered with tears and came back to life again.

Of course, half of them were still naughty and said nothing, all of whom were hoarse after following the Democratic Party’s “Praise Team”.

Under the stone tablet, Fang Bingsheng looked at Zheng Abao, who was proud of the church door, clenched his fists and cursed with gritted teeth: "Beast! Do you want to despise the Democratic Party, but why did you tear my party certificate? This hooligan!"

===================

Zheng Abao did not hesitate to do things, so he accepted the four people in Longchuan and immediately went to the lottery store. With a wave of his hand, he signed a check of 120,000 yuan, and bought a registered lottery of 30,000 yuan for each of his four local beggars.

This time, it tied Zhong Jialiang's raise.

The Zhong Jialiang Democratic Party invested 220,000 yuan: 100,000 yuan was not accepted and won the prize for free, and 120,000 yuan was registered;

Zheng Abao's Liberal Party invested 220,000 yuan: 100,000 yuan was not accepted and won the prize for free, and 120,000 yuan was registered;

Although the Wang Yu family, the Liberal Party, still has 57,000 lottery tickets, 5,000 less than the Democratic Party, now the lottery competition has entered a large-scale battle in ten thousand units, and it is no longer the local local ants and ants fighting against elephants in Longchuan. With the arrival of Young Master Bao, the election battle between the two sides has been fully taken over by the Beijing giants, and the candidates of both sides have become puppets in the hands of tycoons.

The difference between just 5,000 photos?

For those elephants, crocodiles, and pythons, it’s just a drizzle.

Outside the lottery shop, there were crowds of people. Young Master Bao stepped on his shoulder and raised his hands to deliver speeches and explanations to the crazy reporter.

A reporter squeezed to the front and looked up at Zheng Abao and shouted: "Master Bao, the purpose of the Democratic Party is to make decisions for the people. What are you? Do you give freedom to the people? What is freedom?"

Zheng Abao laughed, then turned black, waved his arms and shouted: "The purpose of our party is also appointed by His Majesty! Our Liberal Party's purpose is to eliminate freedom!"

This day is called "De Son Day". It was designated as a legal holiday decades later, and the national holiday was celebrated.

First, because the two giants in the political arena of the Song Dynasty finally made a war for the first time; second, in the Longchuan elections mentioned by textbooks in later generations, four Longchuan locals faced the Democratic Party of Giant Crocodile and were repeatedly desperate and prayed for God and were promised! Although they were weak, they could not be destroyed because of God. This is the ironclad evidence that God blessed Hai Song!

The earliest slogans of the two parties were equally shocking, but the purpose of the two parties that the Emperor of the Sea was known to be household names and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, that is:

Democratic Party: Make decisions for the people!
Chapter completed!