158 The storm of Fei'er

This time, because I got the big news, I wanted to send a telegram no matter whether I have money or not. Although the duty clerk of the telegram company was on duty, he stood behind the crowd on the steps. Because the hall was empty, everyone in the city watched the fun. There was no customer at all in the post office hall, and it was nothing to be on duty behind the counter.

The position is back. When the reporters are scattered and they are scattered, the clerk is so scared that he retreats in a hurry. He is the first to rush to his counter. The leader of their telegraph company has been carried off the post office steps by one shoulder because he is standing too far ahead. After rolling and crawling, he finds that he has arrived at the entrance of the lottery store.[]

But before he could open the counter lifting board and run in, someone had already held his waist with both hands. He felt like he was flying from the counter to his seat on the other side. He raised his head in panic. A big man in suit was soaked with sweat all over his body and had already thrown his laptop into the clerk's desk and shouted: "Send my report quickly and speed up the first one and send it immediately."

Then, countless reporters rushed over from behind. The black man rushed forward quickly and lay on the counter and grabbed the clerk's hand. While pushing others, he shouted: "I'm the first one to grab the one I'll be queuing up."

Because Longchuan Telecommunications Company is very good, there is only a clerk at the front desk to receive the original manuscript of the telegram. He was caught, and others could not deliver the manuscript. Everyone squeezed into a ball in front of the counter. If the clerk hadn't had eyes, seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately squatted under the counter with his caught arm hanging down. Seeing that countless hands stretched out from the counter and looking for him, he might be caught and dismembered by this group of desperate people from other places.

At this time, the head full of paper scraps and covered in dirt, Manager Wang of the Telegraph Company finally squeezed in. It seemed that he had fallen from the carriage and was dragged by five hundred meters, and he shouted in disappointment: "Everyone is in time to line up."

Then the post office sent three security guards who seemed to have been dragged five hundred meters in to maintain order. The reporters were furious and began to queue up in front of the line. The queue seemed to be a snake that had eaten a bunch of fried yào. The long body was constantly exploding, either swollen here or there, and there were shouting and scolding in the hall.

"Sir, please let go of my hand?" The four-eyed clerk behind the counter was almost crying. His wrist was lying on the counter and the black man was holding his hands tightly and he couldn't let go. It hurt so much that he was probably clenched by this hun egg.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, brother," the black man saw the competitor behind him finally admitting his first throne under the threat of the baton. Then he let go of the clerk's wrist, climbed down from the counter, pressed his hands firmly on the counter and did not dare to move. His butt was sticking out, firmly defending his first territorial territory, and only dared to use Yu Guang to find the shoe he had just dropped.

"When he posted, let's quickly modify the manuscript." The three people behind the black man seemed to be from the same newspaper. They immediately flipped out their notebooks and revised the manuscript with pencils. Not only him, but all the reporters behind him were trying to make the report more detailed and accurate than other competitions;

Of course, there was also poor egg who threw away his notebook when he squeezed in, and was reluctant to leave the higher position in his queue, so he bowed and cried in a row, "All of them are fellow travelers, can anyone lend me a piece of paper? I'll pay one or five yuan? Please." But the colleague behind him looked at him coldly, and the colleague in front could not hear it. Give you paper? Isn't this a shot of the demon-clearing bullet during the war? After crying a few times, the unlucky boy had to lift his sleeves and write a paper on his arm with a pencil. The pencil was not a dipped pen, and it looked like a tattoo process.

The black man looked at the colleagues behind him who were revising the manuscripts. He raised his head and watched the clerk copying the sloppy handwriting on his notebook. Yu cried without tears: This was indeed the first one, but he didn't have time to modify his manuscript. The draft was written in fragmented, and I'm afraid that the 7-year-old child would write smoother than himself. Even if his newspaper publishes "Outside the Man" in a few minutes, can he compare with the group of guys behind him who have time to modify it?

Suddenly his eyes turned, he took out something from his suit pocket and patted it on the counter, shouting: "Brother, this is also posted as soon as possible. I will post this article quickly and quickly after I post it."

The clerk responded casually, and came down from the counter without raising his head. He looked at it. A must-have for Christians in the Song Dynasty, student courses, and the well-known Gospels. (The first half of the New Testament of the Bible)

After flipping through the book, the clerk shouted a little annoyed: "Sir, which paragraph do you want to send? Please mark it out and then fold the page to me."

The black man turned his head and looked at the queue of reporters behind him that had been out of the hall. Jiān laughed a few times and said, "What paragraph? I sent all the four gospels to me from hair to end."

"What?" The clerk's hand trembled, and the book fell on the table. The clerk picked it up and shouted in a trembling voice: "This book has 200 pages, I don't know how many words..."

"I have money to send it if you send it." The black man gave out a stack of thick sea blue ten-yuan bills from his pocket and slapped it on the counter, then swept it all into the table at the counter, and shouted sternly: "If the money is not enough, I will send the word of the money I have given you. I don't have to find money and I will definitely be able to hold on for two hours. Tell the telegrapher behind: The manuscript is urgent, but I don't have to hurry up the Bible. Send it slowly, don't send it too quickly."

The clerk was so scared that he couldn't even close his mouth. The queue behind him had already started moving. The top reporters were the most hopeful to grab the national big shot. Who would have thought that the beast ranked first suddenly shot another book of the "Four Gospels" and could he publish that 200-page Bible in this lifetime?

"What do you mean? How can we send a telegram when you send a book?" Someone immediately became furious and rushed up and grabbed the black man's collar and shouted.

"I'm happy that I'm rich, I'll send a book, which law, which rules stipulate that the Bible cannot send telegrams?" The black man opened his hand on his collar, stared at his eyes and shouted without any help. He also turned his head and shouted at the stunned clerk: "I've finished copying my manuscript and sent it in immediately. I'm going to speed up the priority. I'm happy that your telegrapher will send any Bible at will. Just send it to me all the telegraphers."

"You just want to grab the headlines yourself and not let us post it. You can just take it yourself, right?" More and more reporters queuing up in anger rushed over and surrounded this scum.

"Believe it or not, we will kill you, how can you do this news competition?" The reporters who lined up outside Mén also heard that a big tragedy happened in Mén. They rushed in with fists and clamored and angry, stepping on the glass scum all over the ground, and rushed straight to the man. In order to get the scoop of the news, they actually sent a telegram to the Bible and did not give others any chance. How despicable is it to do it?

The clerk felt that it was not easy to get out of the counter. He hurriedly put the money into his pocket, picked up the copied manuscript and the four gospels and escaped into the telegram room inside the counter. Seeing the clerk run away, he probably had to send a Bible all afternoon, so he didn't want to go out with his own telegram. The reporters were so angry that they beat the thugs and wanted to shoot the bastard.

Seeing that he was being pushed constantly, many people seemed to really want to kill him. The black man suddenly put on his suit and waved it, and a pistol was shot from behind.

Seeing him pulling his gun, the reporters immediately retreated in a hurry. The security guards quickly surrounded him and advised: "If you do this, just draw the gun? Put it away."

The black man was sweating all over his head, waved his pistol in his hand and shouted to the security guard: "Do you think I am a storm?

y Fair competition)? The laws and regulations do not allow people to not send a Bible. I am rich. I am happy." Then he turned around and shouted at the reporters: "What do you want to do? I will send whatever telegram I am happy to send."

Then he shouted to the sky with a stern and weak voice: "I am fully worthy of this news. I don't care about anything. I just stand at the top of the counter. This is like my house. If anyone dares to touch me, believe it or not, I will kill you with one shot with infinite defense."

"We also have guns, damn it, put them down." Before the security guards dared to move, four or five pistols were pointed at the black man, and behind the gun was the angry face of the reporter.

But the black man was not afraid at all. He immediately turned his gun and pointed the reporters who aimed at his head with guns, shouting: "If you dare to shoot, I dare you to kill me. I am defending you when I kill you. If you kill me, I am murdering you. My manuscript has been posted to Haijing. Do I care about you?"

"Believe it or not, we will kill you with one shot." Five pistols straightened at the same time, stretched forward and stabbed them into the black man's brain.

"Hero, kill this beast who eats alone." The reporters around them raised their arms and shouted.

Someone even pointed at the black man and shouted: "Zi, if you know the truth, get out quickly and we will beat you to death."

When the post office saw that the bleeding was going to occur, he quickly signaled the stupid telegraph company manager Wang to call the police. He rushed to the front and pressed the arm holding a gun closest to him, and persuaded the five "killers" wearing glasses: "The Bible says: 'Those who use a knife will die under the knife'. Our Song Dynasty can't help but firearms, but as long as you use a gun, it is a serious crime. You are all talented journalists who are talented in China and the West. Don't be impulsive, your heart will be hanged or you will live in prison for the rest of your life. You will have to go to hell after death."

A reporter holding a gun turned his head in anger and shouted to the post office director: "This is him

iOur, how could he dominate the telegraph company like this, and only send messages by himself and not give others the chance?"

The black-faced man tinged his pistol, and his wrist touched the other party's wrist with his gun. He pointed at each other with guns and shouted without fear: "I just want to publish the Bible. Why do you care about me if I don't break the law?"

The post office director waved to the black man, meaning: You, young and old, turned to continue to persuade the powerful gunman: "Everyone, don't use guns. Our country's laws know that as long as you pick the trigger, whether it's stuck, silence, or shy, you will be punished with intentional murder. Why do you have to take risks? Even if you wear glasses, you are still a god-like hand. He shot him to death with one shot, but he just wanted to send a telegram to the Bible. This is indeed not illegal. He did not send a cult heresy "Written by Hong Xiuquan of the Heavenly Kings Sutra). He has unlimited defense rights. You still..."

"Which eye did you see him defending himself? We who took out the gun first are to uphold justice and punish the thugs." The glasses killers yelled at the same time.

"Which eye of your eyes sees that I am not in self-defense? I am clearly sending a telegram, but you are rushing to attack me. How can I not shoot me?" The black-faced man shouted in anger.

"See a lawyer to see if the lawyer can shoot and punish the thugs." A killer with glasses turned his head and shouted at the post office director.

"Damn it, I'll also ask a lawyer and say ok, I'll shoot you to death immediately." The black man also stretched out his neck and shouted.

A gun-cared reporter in the middle couldn't stand it, so he moved the gun away from the black man's face, turned it into a gun and pointed it at the sky, shouting: "I can shoot and shock this bastard..."

Before he finished speaking, the post office director was angry and pointed at the guy and shouted furiously: "Damn it? This is the post office, the official property of the court, it is a gathering place. You point at the chandelier on my Tianhuā board. If you dare to shoot, you will destroy the official property of the court, endanger public safety. Do you want to rebel? Damn it."

"No, no, no, I..." The reporter was scared of being scolded and hurriedly took the gun from above. He felt embarrassed and angry, and he was not in the mood to point the gun at the other party again, so he asked to withdraw the gun.

The black man opposite was proud and provocatively said: "I can shoot at the sky to intimidate me, I'm not afraid..."

"Damn it, shut up and wipe it for a while, wait for the sheriff to come and see how they deal with you." The post office director was also furious.

"What kind of king's law did I commit when I send a telegram? Can't I draw my gun if I want to be beaten? Then what's the use of holding a gun?" The black man retorted.

The reporters holding guns were so angry that they looked at their desperate colleagues, but they were helpless and embarrassed. The gun was trembling. If there was no gun, they would punch and kick the beast in the morning. What happened to the beast? However, they had a gun in their hands and only needed to hug their fingers gently. Although it was easier than fighting, no matter whether the gun was hit or not, whether it was hit or not, you were either serious or innocent, because you were aiming at someone and hugging the trigger, which was intended to kill. This was a crime of motives and there was no excuse.

Therefore, there are two results in the trial of gun-related cases - super felony or completely innocent.

In this case, I am really not a person who implements human rights defense or defends the weak by bravely doing things, and I have no choice but to do anything.

"Okay, okay, there are guns, and no one will be beaten," the post office director knew that these crazy people were all reporters. When it comes to debate, he couldn't ask for a good idea. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and shouted: "Why do you have guns, and you still point them at each other? Are you facing each other? Are you not fools, right? Once you want to do something, you will end up being ruined. So put down your gun and reason well."

"Did you hear what the director said? There are guns, so I have to put away the guns and preach it carefully. Only then can there be Fei Er betrayed me. Don't play the fight with more people in the Qing Dynasty bullying fewer people. I'm not afraid of you having too many people, because I also have guns, either dead or injured. If I play with one hammer, I will kill you according to the rules of the game." The black man was not afraid of the gun.

Someone onlookers asked in a low voice: "Looking at this guy, he is a shameless guy and a thick-skinned man, and he is desperate. Which newspaper? It must be a famous reporter, right?"

Immediately someone came over, stood next to the four or five guns, and shouted at the black man in surprise: "Oh, isn't this President Li of Haisong Life News? Why did you come in person? You're still playing with guns?"

"Haisong Life News? What are they mixed with in elections for this kind of newspaper for people's livelihood?" The hall is full of reporters, who know the practitioners in the industry. You will know as soon as you hear the newspaper name, even if you are not very famous newspapers.

"Please put away your guns. Be reasonable." One of the reporters who pointed to the black man's gunman, and lowered the muzzle of his huge Huang En single-shot breech pistol. Then he raised his head and shouted at the black man in anger: "President Li, your newspaper is a people's livelihood. Isn't it just about news about fuss, antique appreciation, pocket watches and other frauds? This election is a current affairs type, and it is not a big deal with your newspaper's positioning? Why are you here to compete for your job with us?"

The black man also lowered his gun and stopped posing. He looked at the other party and shouted, "Who said that it is impossible to fight? Lottery lost money and everything is possible: for example, widows are unable to think about it, for example, antiques are sold at low prices, or forging pocket watches to deceive people. Of course we will come to this election."

"Old Li, I know that the financial situation of your newspaper is worrying, and I also know that you need big headlines, but you can't dominate the telegraph company and not let others send it. If you are well developed, what should we do?" Some people seem to be familiar with him.

The black man turned his head and replied, "Stop saying anything. Anyway, I got the first position of the telegram. We are outside the newspaper. You go and send emails. I didn't hold the mailbox, right?"

At this time, the clerk came out of the Mén empty-handed and was startled when he saw it: The reporters were indeed blushing and had a thick neck, but why did they still have guns in their hands? It was right when both sides of the Song State carried guns, they would definitely only quarrel. Otherwise, in this case of public anger, some unlucky guy would have been beaten to a pig's head.

The black man looked at the clerk, held a pistol in one hand, waved to him, and shouted: "I will write another telegram: Wife, "Outside the No." is going to write the next issue of "Haisong Life News" to be renamed "Haisong Election Report""

Then he turned his head and shouted at the colleagues behind him like a tantrum: "Did you see? I will make a living by elections from now on. I will sacrifice my life. The newspaper names have been re-elected. I don't want my life. The newspapers have been bet on it. Are you fighting with me?"

The Liberal Party was established, and the incident of Mr. Bao tying Zhong Jialiang was reported by an unknown Beijing newspaper, "Haisong Life News", when did other newspapers report? It was the only one in the country and a few hours ahead of schedule. Because it was already evening when the first one sold the streets of Beijing, the second one was already late at night when it was issued, so there were naturally not many readers late at night. This newspaper was actually equivalent to 12 hours ahead of other competitors.
Chapter completed!