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【Fourth Week of the Election】6 o'clock

Just when Fan Xijue was worried that the two parties would go out to find reporters, three people came in.

As soon as you come in, you will have a quick step at the same time.

This shop is too deep, and it is raining or evening now. As soon as I come in from outside, I feel it is dark here.

"Are you here to buy lottery tickets?" Wu Zhuo didn't jump. Fan Xijue immediately returned to the counter, covered the baffle, and asked with expectation on his face.

"Yes. Let's buy lottery tickets." One person replied.

The other person shouted, "Oh, boss, your store is a bit dark. Don't you light the light?" No matter how wrong you don't jump.

I heard that both of them had foreign accents and looked very broken and rustic. The third person was even better: I came in and took a look, and then I squatted at the door of the store, with my butt facing Fan Xijue, and opened an umbrella dripping to block half of the door, making the already dark store even darker.

So unsightly? Are you an old farmer?

Fan Xijue, who is expected to be a big customer, will make a fortune recently, is also a good temper, and is not a small boss who smiles when he meets everyone before the election. When he hears the customer say something bad, he pretends to be inaudible and asks you how much do you buy?"

"Hmm?" The two of them walked to the counter, looked at each other, and held the counter with their hands, as if they were a little embarrassed and timid.

Fan Xijue has seen many such people. They are all rural guys who want to buy lottery tickets and make money but are reluctant to spend money. They often ask this question, but it took a long time to take out a handful of copper coins from their arms or crotch and buy a few lottery tickets.

Thinking of this, Fan Xijue was even more angry. He smashed a lottery book in his hand on the table with a loud bang, shouting that we were going to close the door soon.”

The two stopped for a few seconds, one of them stretched out his head, with the smell of coal smoke from a train, and the room was dark. Fan Xijue couldn't see his face clearly, but he could be seen grinning, as if the refugee was looking for a job was timid.

Fan Xijue leaned back in disgust, but he instantly bounced his body back when he heard the words.

What the man said is huh? I'll buy Wu Baiyuan."

"500?" Fan Xijue's eyes suddenly glared.

Before he could feel the pain of his eyelids, the other person started screaming strangely again? Such a coincidence? I also bought 500 yuan."

With a bang, Fan Xijue bowed forward, and almost touched the nose of the man who stretched his head. He didn't realize the smell of smoke and sweat on the other person's body. You buy... No, you buy 500, uncle? You buy 500, this uncle, too?"

"Yes, but you're too dark, I can't see clearly if I have some money." The man said helplessly.

"Who asked you to bring me the best foreign oil lamp to the bright hall with the candle?" Fan Xijue roared at the guy.

The lights were on, and Fan Xijue saw clearly that the two of them were indeed poor people with a bit of ruffian spirit, but it was unbelievable that the two actually took out 1,000 yuan, and the brand new 10 yuan banknotes, and bought a whole lottery book at one time.

Watching the two of them wrap the lottery books in their straw raincoats and walk out like this. Fan Xijue, who was stunned, held a stack of thick banknotes in his hand and was still stunned.

As soon as the two of them left, two more people squeezed open the umbrella that blocked the door and walked in: they were wearing very bad clothes and had the same foreign accent. This time they bought 00 per person and bought 200 per person.

What’s funny is that the man who bought 200 was pretending to say, "Oh, it’s my accent, we are all fellow villagers. Why not let the boss tear this book? Let’s buy one together."

The same as the previous pair, but the amount these people bought was definitely not enough to laugh at Fan Xijue. In fact, he didn't even notice this strange scene. He trembled and sold another lottery book.

The second lottery book was just sold, and two more people came.

He asked if he wanted to start a big business, the condition was that the boss would close the door, not report the list, and buy anonymously.

They wanted to pack the remaining twenty lottery books and all the loose lottery tickets, and put money in sacks.

Fan Xijue sold 24,000 yuan in sales in half an hour like sleepwalking. When he turned around, he saw that the wall was half empty, and there were still 50 lottery books of Democratic candidates piled up at noon.

"Does the boss want to find a reporter? They must have been sent by the Democratic Party to buy all the Democratic Party lottery tickets?" The guy shouted excitedly.

"It's better not." A cold voice suddenly came from the wall, and suddenly appeared like a ghost. The master and servant in the lottery store were scared and shivered. They turned their heads and saw that there were still people sitting on the chair by the wall.

This person was the guy who was squatting at the door and holding an umbrella among the first three people. However, the continuous big deals made the lottery shop owner and servant faint. When the two asked to close the door to buy goods, they didn't notice that the guy had already made a chair by the wall, and the light was blocked by the pillars. If they didn't pay attention, they couldn't see it.

The man was dressed very ordinary, and he had a Beijing accent. He stood up and walked to the counter, and reached into his arms.

"You want to do it?" The young man was shocked and raised the inkstone used by Fan Xijue to practice calligraphy. The ink inside sprinkled the child's face.

Fan Xijue hurriedly opened the cabinet door under his feet and wanted to get the old brown besse gun that was loving for peace.

"Don't be excited. I'm sending you money." The man shouted quickly, holding up his hand that stretched out from his arms of the coarse cloth clothes. There was no pistol or knife in his hand, but a stack of banknotes.

He put the banknotes on the counter and divided them into two piles of different thicknesses, pushing them to Fan Xijue and the thin stacks to the servants.

He said to himself, if you keep the secret, you will not see the newspaper reports within seven days. I will send you the same two stacks. OK?"

Looking at the money at the counter, Fan Xijue couldn't move his feet out of professional habits.

The guy breathed a sigh of relief. While putting down the inkstone, he wiped the ink from his face and asked the man in surprise, "You are Fang Bingsheng and the others?" He didn't skip the words.

"Haha, it has nothing to do with you." The man laughed and pointed at the bill with his finger and said, "You are relying on sales commissions and earning some money. How many lottery tickets do you have to buy to earn for so much money? This is for nothing. If you collect it, the lottery company will not do anything illegal or sorry for the company. You just keep the secret and don't pay attention to the grandchildren in the newspaper industry. Right? If you collect it, we keep our word. We will give it twice afterwards."

"Okay...ah..." Fan Xijue hesitated and put away the stack of money. After all, he had no grudge against money.

The man saw Fan Xijue and his friend take the money, smiled, and raised his hand and made a pinch with his fingers on his forehead in a fashionable way. He wanted to pinch the big brim of the top hat, but he didn't have a topper, only a turban tightly wrapped in coarse cloth. He pinched it for a moment. The man laughed a little, turned around and opened the door of the shop and ran into the rain.

"Oh, my god, the Democratic Party bought more than 20,000 lottery tickets today and secretly bought them. Do they want to do it?" The guy put the stack of bribes on his chest and screamed in excitement and disbelief.

"But why don't they buy these at once? You can post newspapers that way, why do you buy them secretly? You won't let the newspapers go, it's strange," the young man said with a puzzled face again.

"Who is the election that makes people rich?" Fan Xijue spat and lit up the stack of money he gave.

Just as the master and servant were so excited that they were as hot pot ants were running back and forth in the store and wondering how to vent their excitement, the young man suddenly pointed to a large corner of the wall and called out to the boss, they bought all the Democratic lottery tickets, we were out of stock, what if someone came to buy them?"

"Yes, the goods are gone, I want to be in the super headquarters for goods," Fan Xijue exclaimed.

"Boss, hurry up and report to the headquarters. The Democratic Party should not do it anymore. Maybe the whole county town will flock to buy their lottery tickets, and we have no goods," said the young man.

Fan Xijue responded and was about to leave, but he turned around and said, "The Democrats want us to keep it secret and don't tell others about it. Half the money is still there, and they should keep it aside. There are no words like this rich madman."

"They don't want us to tell the newspaper, but we have to sell goods, we are asking for goods from the headquarters, and we didn't cheat them." The young man spread his hands and shouted.

"Boy, if you have you, I will write a letter to our store without a Democratic lottery. What about this job?"

"Write a letter? Maybe soon there will be a crowd of guys who want to buy Democratic lottery tickets. Boss, you have also sent a telegram these days," the guy said with a smile.

"I'll give you a bastard, I'll try it out before, just saving money, I've always written letters, and I haven't had foreign meat yet." Fan Xijue also smiled.

Fan Xijue smiled, took an umbrella and pushed the door to the post office next door.

With it next door, it was less than a few steps away, so there was no need to hold an umbrella, but Fan Xijue was in a good mood and suddenly felt that he was decent and was worthy of not holding an umbrella to cover the rain.

There were not many people at the post office. The two parties entered the competition for discounts and burned money. This seemed to be a protracted war, and the reporters were not good at writing. In addition, it rained for several days. After the Democratic and Liberals closed their stalls and left at 4 o'clock, the reporters stopped guarding Trinity Square and went back to their residences to rest like civilians.

In the post office, the clerk saw who it was and immediately stood up with a little fearful look, served Fan Xijue diligently, and taught Fan Xijue step by step how to fill in the telegrams and messages. After receiving the telegrams and money, the clerk smiled and said, Boss Fan, don't worry, the telegrams will arrive in the capital."

After seeing off Fan Xijue, the clerk took his telegram into the sending room behind him. He handed over this to the manager who was waiting inside and didn't dare to. The manager immediately entered the manager's room and presented the message to the pheasant sitting on the sofa and smoking a plate of smoke.

"Don't give it to me, read it to me, I'm illiterate." Shan Ji refused to take the telegram.

After listening to the telegram, the pheasant put out the cigar in his hand on the plate, took the telegram and sneered:

"Damn this bastard, I did send a telegram, and I didn't let me wait in vain."

After saying that, Shan Ji shook her eyes at the telegram in her hand, and lit Fan Xijue's telegram with a match. She watched the telegram turning into ashes on the plate, turned her head and smiled at the manager and said, "You have made a contribution today."

After saying that, he stood up and grabbed his clothes, and didn't want the manager's umbrella, and rushed back to Zhong Erzai's house in the rain.

"Brother Sheng, problem-solving information is cut off in the lottery shop." At the door, Shan Ji rubbed the water from her wet hair, pushed open the closed door, jumped into the hall, and shouted.

The hall was brightly lit, and Fang Bingsheng, four candidates, Yi Cheng, the military supervisor of the capital, and others were all there. Two square tables in the middle of the hall were paired up, and a map of Longchuan County was set up, with small flags on it;

Yi Cheng and others sat down on their knees and did not say a word;

Fang Bingsheng was wearing a shirt and suspenders around the map, paced back and forth, pinching his chin with his fingers, and a pencil was inserted between his fingers, thinking, looking like a general;

Li Meng and others were holding reports and reading the list of Liberals in each street loudly, and they also pointed at the supplementary information they spoke from each street from time to time.
Chapter completed!