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164【Fourth Week】I have the backstage to compensate me for my pants

【Monday 2pm on the fourth week】

The drizzle turned into moderate rain in the morning, but the residents in the northeast corner of Longchuan County were shocked to find that the streets on these were filled with carriages, rickshaws, street carriages, rickshaws, rickshaws, and rickshaws one by one, and there were several small streets horizontally and vertically lined up. It seemed that Longchuan tilted towards the northeast corner within an hour. These horses and people pulled rolling objects, like glass balls, rolled all into this corner.

Not only that, even the northeast corner wall was full of people, and someone even carried an expensive camera and covered the rain with a rain cloth, like a cannon, facing the three-story Western building under his feet from a high place.

Looking down on the derelict and no longer used defensive wall, the street outside the three-story Western yard was no longer visible in the alley, and the densely packed umbrellas were filled with wriggling scales. If the umbrella was wriggling scales, the scales formed a huge snake, surrounding the main and side doors of the house along the streets and alleys, and tremblingly saluting towards the Western trunk building like a pilgrimage.

There is the home of Li Guangxi, one of the candidates for the county rich man, because Young Master Bao stayed at his home.

After returning from the morning of the morning when Mr. Bao came back from his brief visit to Longchuan's industrial and commercial situation, the merchants, gangsters and reporters who came to visit immediately filled the alleys in front of Li Guangxi's house.

Everyone thinks that Young Master Bao cannot live in a hotel. Longchuan is a small place. No matter how good the hotel quilt is, it smells bad, and it is not as good as the family. Although everyone knows where Young Master Bao lives, it is really bright, but the four Liberal horses together have to live in Li Guangxi, and they can't even fight.

Although the merchants are very wealthy, they are all frugal and do not live in luxury: Although Zhang Qijie is the richest, his master's family is the watchtower in the countryside outside the city. You can't invite Mr. Bao to the watchtower. It's outside the city. The residence in his county is an ordinary small courtyard, which leaks when it rains. Wang Yu's family's family is in his own glass factory, and Zhang Qijie has a servant and a cook, and he doesn't have a servant serving daily life. Fan Linhui is about the same, his family is next to the factory, and it's a little broken. As for serving noble people, forget it: in order to save money, his wife is still the cook who is responsible for the catering of workers. He goes on a personal journey every day, rolling up his sleeves and killing chickens and steaming rice. People like Mr. Bao will definitely not be able to eat a farm stay.

In short, the most common family among the few people is Li Guangxi, a small family that has been opened for generations. In the Qing Dynasty, the family was an official, and now it is a wealthy businessman. The family has a very rich family. When they opened the foreign nap factory, they set up the first authentic white Western building in the county, which was a few streets with a pillar-like watchtower. Not only do they have dozens of rooms, but there are also many servants who can serve the daily life of Master Bao and others;

A fountain was built in the front yard last year. Li Guangxi learned from Huizhou Dacheng. There was also a life-sized naked copper | woman in the pool. She poured water on the water bottle on her shoulder. When it was repaired, it caused a sensation. Adults in the entire county town went to see it. From morning to sunset, the yard of Li Guangxi was full of people from morning to sunset, and their saliva flowed all over the floor. The "sorry" people who saw it scolded others during the day: After "moral degradation", they only brought their own foreign oil lamps to see it at night. They wanted to dig the bulging and concave place of the bronze statue with their eyes to take them home.

Therefore, his family is a luxury house in the county town, so everyone asked Mr. Bao to stay at Li Guangxi's house, which not only showed respect and respect, but also allowed him to stay with Mr. Bao and his cloud-like entourage, so that everyone could meet and listen to Mr. Bao's command.

Young Master Bao is not a picky person, and he can't be picky. How good can he live in such a small and broken place? He only wants to live in the yamen, but he dares not. He doesn't have the courage to drive away a big man like Zhao Jin**. If Liu Guojian, the former county magistrate, was in the face of a large arms dealer and a big hooligan who was very good at hand and had amazing power, Liu Guojian would probably be homeless these nights.

When Mr. Bao happily agreed to move into Li Guangxi's "luxury mansion", the gate of Li Guangxi was immediately blocked: all the merchants of the Longchuan Business Association asked to meet Mr. Bao to pay tribute. "Brothers' Arms" is the leader and pride of local businessmen. Such people can only see honor on newspaper headlines on weekdays. Not to mention him, even the local industrial and commercial elite Li Guangxi only passed the enrollment review of "The Great Song Machinery Association" and became a small member, and they all whispered every day. Now they have the opportunity to meet real people. If they have some friendship, how wide does it mean to give them a way?

I even heard that Mr. Bao intends to take a group photo with local industrial and commercial people at the entrance of the central church to celebrate the establishment of the Liberal Party, which represents the interests of local industrial and commercial development, but because the weather was rainy and delayed taking photos, it was blocked by Li Guangxi's gate and wanted to join the Liberal Party and want to meet Mr. Bao. Everyone knows that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Let’s not talk about it, let’s block two places now: the Liberal Party base camp - Li Guangxi family; the Democratic Party base camp - Zhong Erzai family; if it wasn’t for the rain, I would have wanted to sleep on the street in front of these two houses at night, of course, it would not have stopped them: the rich reporter immediately hired a carriage to park nearby and sleep on a carriage at night; the poor reporters booked a rickshaw and slept at rickshaw at night; just to get the latest news when Master Bao or Fang Bingsheng launches some major attacks, and everyone has a book of the Four Gospels in their pockets.

There are now quarrels in the alleys of Li Guangxi.

In the past, luxury houses all emphasize the installation of large and double-handed iron doors, because the wealthy and noble people in the Qing Dynasty were all the sedan chairs, so it doesn’t matter if there is a threshold. How smart people are, they can carry the sedan chairs and raise their legs and go in; but the Song Dynasty was the Western carriages, so who told the imperial court that the emperors and even the emperors were all the carriages instead of the eight-carriage sedan chairs? Horses are not as smart as people. If there is a threshold, they cannot enter, so they all need to expand the main door to install a large iron door to facilitate the entry and exit of the carriages;

However, at this moment, the head of the Li Guangxi family was locked in the iron door, and even adjusted two carriages to block the door to prevent people from peeping outside. People were entering and leaving the small side door in the alley, so people who wanted to go in now blocked the alleys with the side door.

On the side door, Qi Yunlu inserted her foot into the door and stomped outside the door, as if she was riding on the threshold, squeezing desperately with someone inside, shouting: "Jieren, don't be ungrateful, I have been standing on your side since the election. In order to canvass you, I have lost 2,000 yuan in silver. Now I want to see Mr. Bao join the Liberal Party and never let you go? How can you do this?"

The person inside was Wang Jieren, the butler of Li Guangxi. Today he obviously dressed up deliberately: he was wearing a brand new light gray plaid suit, with a bow tie, his beard specially repaired into a mustache, and had perfume, and a genuine London butler smell. However, he was pressing the shoulders of Qi Yunlu, who was dressed up in a new look, and he was not allowed to enter. The two guys who looked like dogs were fighting on the threshold, and they were exhausted and panting. The reporters and businessmen were applauding and applauding.

"Oh, Xiao Qi, we don't want to let you in. We are the distinguished guests. He has the final say. Give me the business card and I'll hand it over to the bodyguard captain." Wang Jieren gasped and shouted: "If you come out to chant your name later, you can go in. What should you do if you go in casually and be beaten to death? They are all guns, and they just make guns."

"It's good to be beaten to death. I was shot to death by Master Bao. I'm also happy to ascend to heaven." Qi Yunlu tried her best to squeeze in and said, "I'm so eloquent and so loyal. As long as I'm allowed to see Master Bao, I will definitely join the Liberal Party..."

Qi Yunlu was trying hard to squeeze in, but suddenly felt the collar tightening, and a force suddenly lifted him upwards, and then pulled him backwards. Qi Yunlu immediately fell backwards from the threshold.

Poor, there were people behind him, just now, and he fell out, and the bastard immediately smiled and dispersed. Qi Yunlu staggered back a few steps on the stone slab in the alley, and her heel was knocked by a stone slab, and she sat on the wet ground.

"Damn it." Qi Yunlu was stunned for a half-second. Before the rain could drip through his hair, he stood up like a fire on his butt, lit his toes on the ground, grabbed his pants with one hand and twisted his body half a circle like a snake to look at his butt. Sure enough, brand new, the first time I wore suit pants, half of his butt was muddy

"Who? Who was just now? I was sick..." The angry Qi Yunlu grabbed her wet pants with one hand in the laughter of the spectators around her, and turned her head to point in front of her, wanting to see who had attacked him rudely just now.

But seeing the two guys at the side door, Qi Yunlu was not so aggressive: the eighth master Weng Quanguang and his men stood there. Weng Quanguang twisted his mouth and didn't look at Qi Yunlu at all. The mountain pig was holding an oil umbrella for the boss, while staring at Qi Yunlu with a sneering smile.

Qi Yunlu swallowed, looked at Wang Jieren, who was helpless in the door, and looked at the spectators around him, facing two local gangster leaders: If he turned around a few days ago and left, if he would not leave a few weeks ago, he would not leave, but instead would go up to laugh, but today it seemed that he was confident and couldn't swallow this, and he actually went up and pointed at the mountain pig and shouted:

"I'm getting in the way of you here? What does it mean to fall if you fall?"

"Huh?" Shanzhu didn't expect that this boy would come over to challenge when he saw that he didn't get out. He then yelled and said, "Ha? Why is Xiao Qi braver today? He wants to loosen his bones?"

"I'm not in the way to the sky, right? I'm not in the way of you? My pants are 10 yuan, and I got dirty when I wore them on the first day. What do you think?" Qi Yunlu shouted.

"Ha?" Even Weng Quanguang, whose nostrils were facing the sky, was startled: Why is this bastard so brave today? He is actually reasonable with the gang? Is the gang still called the gang? That's the gang's gang?

Weng Quanguang pointed at Qi Yunlu under the umbrella and shouted, "Who told you to block the way here? Young Master Bao has arrived, and there are reporters everywhere. You are tugging with someone from Jie Ren at your doorstep in Guangxi. Don't you lose the people from Longchuan? Mom |

Qi Yunlu was stunned for a while, then screamed again: "Just tell me if you just fell down?"

"Did you smoke opium today?" Weng Quan wrinkled his nose, as if a dog was baring his teeth and was about to bite people.

"What's wrong with me falling? Are you not convinced?" Shanzhu also yelled with a dark face.

The two big guys Longchuantang were immediately dissatisfied and got up to repair this crazy bastard.

Unexpectedly, Qi Yunlu nodded and stopped quarreling. Instead, she turned her back to them, pointed at her muddy pants with one hand and shouted to the crowd in the alley: "Where is the reporter? I am the candidate Qi Yunlu, do you know him? There is also a candidate behind her. Weng Quanguang. Today they fell unreasonably. You all saw it. Is the news that the candidates fought? "

Before he finished speaking, a commotion broke out in the alley. The reporter squeezed over the businessman, carried a dripping umbrella on his shoulders, and surrounded Qi Yunlu.

Immediately, the umbrella surrounded Qi Yunlu, and the two Weng Quanguang and his servants outside clenched their fists and were at a loss. They heard Qi Yunlu's voice shouting loudly in the pile of umbrellas:

"Ah, all candidates are Christians, right? Are those who beat people for no reason considered Christians?"

"Is it considered blasphemy to deceive the emperor if you are not a Christian but still run for election?"

"Ha, let me tell you, I am not only Li Guangxi, but also Zhang Qijie and others, and I use lottery elections to fight the Democratic Party. This idea is the first one I came up with."

"Will Zhang Qijie and the others thank me today? Otherwise, how could they fight with the Democratic Party? Mr. Fang's circus left them helpless"

"Don't you believe it? Lao Zhang and Lao Li are both elders of the Elders and Wang also know that these people are very good-natured and don't tell lies. Go and find him to verify."

"What? Why am I so angry today? Now that Mr. Bao has come to Longchuan, we businessmen have a big backstage. The four candidates in the house may all be donated officials in Western learning. That is, we Christian brothers and business partners are going to be big officials, at least half a county magistrate? I'm afraid, I have a backstage too."

"My backstage is the Liberal Party. Master Bao is also my backstage. What kind of coachman guild do I care about? Haha"

Listening to Qi Yunlu's words in the face of reporters today, the boss of Longchuantang outside was shocked: Why did the hen turn into an eagle? Even the little businessman Qi Yunlu was arrogant? Is he still the boss of gray order?

In addition, when he heard his words, he seemed to have all the anger that could not enter the door on his head. He is the boss of Longchuantang. Who dares to vent his anger on himself? Has the world turned around?

But there are really people listening to Qi Yunlu's words. There are reporters guarding the streets of the main gate holding umbrellas and rushing into the alley, asking each other: "What's going on? What's the news? Is there a big news? Let go of it."

Weng Quanguang and the others were also forced to the wall at the door by reporters like foreign gun teams holding guns into the house and swept through. Looking at Qi Yunlu's voice like shit, attracting more and more flies. Many flies were not afraid of Weng Quanguang at all, and surrounded them unscrupulously and shouted:

"Mr. Weng Quanguang, as a candidate, why don't you run for the election?"

"Do you agree with Mr. Qi Yunlu's opinion? Are you a Christian when you rudely do it? Which denomination do you belong to? Are you a Christian?"

"Did you beat Mr. Qi Yunlu today because of personal revenge or because of different political parties? Do you particularly love freedom? What is freedom?"

Weng Quanguang was afraid and anxious, and gritted his teeth and did not dare to say anything. However, the reporters were not vegetarians, and they were not local reporters. They were not afraid or even knew the details of Weng Quanguang, and they were not afraid of the county town gang. I would say: If you don’t say anything, you are not a celebrity, you are not a person like Young Master Bao who can’t afford to offend him. I am a reporter. Interviewing a rustic guy like you who doesn’t participate in the election at all will look down on you.

So some reporters even used their laptop to raise their heads and grit their teeth and remain silent, just like torture or lift their heads.

Weng Quanguang couldn't stand it anymore, so he opened the notebook that poked his chin, looked up and shouted: "Who beat him? I just touched him accidentally."

As he said that, he kicked the horrified and at a loss to the calves of the pig next to him, and repeatedly raised his chin to wink at the umbrellas.

Shanzhu was stunned for a moment, threw away the umbrella, squeezed into the pile of umbrellas, and took out Qi Yunlu, who was talking and spitting everywhere. Facing the reporters, Shanzhu and Qi Yunlu looked at each other, with horror:

Qi Yunlu was afraid of being beaten;

The pig is afraid of reporters;

Shanzhu is worthy of being the second in command of the county town, and he reacts quickly, just like when he was a gangster and robbed the miser of the gangster more than ten years ago, he suddenly saw the official officer. He hugged Qi Yunlu's shoulder and laughed at the reporter: "Don't listen to him talk nonsense. We are good buddies, and we grew up wearing pairs of pants, haha..."

"Who will give you one..." Qi Yunlu turned her head angrily and wanted to yell.

But Shanzhu was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and he punched Qi Yunlu on his shoulder hole like he showed affection, and beat the guy back to the lower half of his words. Then, in order to cover up, he repeatedly poked Qi Yunlu's chest and shoulder hole with his fist, making Qi Yunlu unable to speak. Shanzhu shouted with a smile on his face: "Wrong understanding, who doesn't know that Xiao Qi can tell jokes? You, don't bother with other reporters when it rains, haha, come on, let's go to find the eldest brother of Guangxi, we are all Longchuan family, and we are all good brothers."

After saying that, he left with Qi Yunlu in his arms, took a loophole and lowered his head to Qi Yunlu and whispered: "Xiao Qi, your mother... Stop making trouble, what do you want?"

"Give me your pants aside," Qi Yunlu also whispered.

"One Yuan" mountain pig said quickly.

"Ten yuan" Qi Yunlu responded.

"You're blackmailing" Shanzhu was furious and just dirty his pants, not burning his pants.

"Black test?" Qi Yunlu pushed the boar away, turned around in the alley, and shouted, "Do you think you want to find Zhao Jin..."

Before he finished speaking, Shanzhu hugged Qi Yunlu again with a quick eye and hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, shut up, I'll admit defeat."

"Money?" Qi Yunlu walked a few steps and had already faced Weng Quanguang who was standing against the wall. He didn't dare to look at Weng Quanguang, so he turned around and poked the belly of the mountain pig beside him.

Shanzhu looked at the face of the dead man who was beaten by someone next to him, and he was unwilling to accept it and helplessly pulled out a bill. Qi Yunlu grabbed it and tucked it into her pants bag, turned around and smiled at the reporter chasing him: "Look at the fact that Longchuantang is a Christian, they have reached an understanding with me. I will go back to change my pants and see you later."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Watching the guy rushing into the rain group, the umbrellas swaying along the way disappeared, and there were reporters who were rushing to ask questions in front of him. Weng Quanguang was very good at beating people, but when he didn't know what to do, he had to smile at the reporter and bow to the reporter without daring to speak. He turned his head and changed his face and roared at the mountain pig, "The blind man doesn't look at so many reporters."

(If you don’t explain it: I don’t look at so many reporters here, just attack Qi Yunlu, that’s also a candidate)

The boss glared at him, and Shanzhu had to quickly lower his head to admit his mistake, but complained in his heart: "Didn't you winked me and let me get rid of Qi Yunlu's bastard?"

However, after Shanzhu lowered his head and admitted his mistake, he turned his head to look at the umbrella shaking in the rain curtain. There was no longer Qi Yunlu, but he felt a terrifying feeling in his heart: Qi Yunlu got angry with them just now, it was not a bluff, he really dared not to hang himself in Longchuan Hall. Originally, only Zhang Qijie, a group of big businessmen, did not hang Longchuan Hall first. They had the support of the government, workers were gangs, churches were used as missionary liaison organizations, and workers and black gangs had also organized large groups of fights. Who told Hai Song to attach importance to business? Their power has developed rapidly, so forget it; but how could a small businessman like Qi Yunlu dare to turn against him? Is it really that Young Master Bao or the Liberal Party wants to be the backstage of people like him? Is that the group of people in the business association really going to be an official? Is it because he also came to the limelight as a candidate? Candidates are already amazing? Businessmen become officials directly? No need for the imperial examination? The world has become too fast.

Longchuantang squeezed to the position where Qi Yunlu had just stood. Weng Quanguang and Shanzhu bowed to Li Guangxi's housekeeper Wang Jieren at the same time today. He was so polite that he couldn't be more polite. Weng Quanguang asked Shanzhu to hand over his famous post to see Mr. Bao, and smiled and said, "Jieren, we are all old friends. Can we go in and wait?"

In fact, Weng Quanguang and the others thought exactly the same as Qi Yunlu: just go in first, and there are people you know in the yard. For example, when you see Zhang Qijie and Li Guangxi, they will rush out to make connections. They are all locals and familiar faces. They can’t beat themselves up. Isn’t this just following them to curry favor with Young Master Bao?

Wang Jieren smiled helplessly and waved his hand. Before he could speak, Weng Quanguang's face turned dark. This was obviously a matter of rejection. However, before Wang Jieren could say what he had just wanted to say, he turned his head to look at the doorman beside the door, and looked happy, and said, "Look, it's not that we don't let you in, it's all the villagers. Mr. Bao's people are coming out."

Weng Quanguang and Shanzhu stretched their heads into the door and saw that the door of the side door opened. A big man with a gloomy face walked out, wearing a suit, but tied his armed straps outside the suit. The position of the holster was very strange and very low. The revolver was lying obliquely on the hips, and it was a double gun. He was dressed strangely and very eye-catching. He looked like he had a job in his hands and should not be messed with.

The scariest thing was that the guy crawled from his eyebrows to his chin, a red centipede-like swelling crawled from his hairline across his nose and crawled to his chin, dividing his face into two equal parts. It was as weird as it was, and it was appropriate to say it was terrible.

Seeing the man walking straight over, Weng Quanguang and Shanzhu quickly nodded and bowed. Weng Quanguang said with a smile on his face: "Sir, we are here to pay homage to Mr. Bao..."

The strange man with faces looked at Weng Quanguang and his two men who were protruding their heads and raised their chins, expressing their contempt and letting them go away: Don't block the door.

"Yes, yes, we will move away immediately." Weng Quanguang and Shanzhu nodded and shouted. When they moved away, Weng Quanguang hurriedly reached out and patted Wang Jieren's shoulder in the threshold, and shouted: "Brother Jieren, damn you, say more good things for me."

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Chapter completed!