i, No two groups of hooligans were going to fight, and they were all kneeling to pray. The commander shouted loudly and loudly. One of them was more pious than the other, fighting in groups, and praying before the war. All this was unprecedented: but what was even more surprising is that the most powerful officials in the small town were smoking and watching with their backs against the wall, without saying a word.i,

Many people onlookers had already seen the adults coming, but seeing that Zhao Jinguan didn't say anything, he had no intention of stopping them, and he was so excited that he immediately turned his head and cheered loudly: Buy the Liberal Party's support from the West: Buy the Democratic Party and the Imperial Eternal Group's support from the East.

The leaders of the Democratic Party and the Liberal Party also saw the official coming: as soon as he arrived, there was a circle of empty space around him, and there were two soldiers guards around him, and they were still cripples, and they were crutches. Zheng Abao stood on the eaves of the courtyard gate, and the Democratic Party had high carriages, all of which were condescending. Who could not see this adult? But since he seemed to intervene unintentionally, the two families were even more excited to fight.

On the contrary, Ou Xingsun and his group of police officers discovered that the officer was coming at the latest because they had just been intervened between the two groups of strong men and tried their best to persuade them to fight.

Now that I finally found that the adults came early, Ou Xingsun quickly saluted, and then shouted with tears in his eyes: "Sir, what should I do? They want to fight in groups!"

In fact, group fights and large-scale fights are not rare in Haisong. Traditional culture is to be brave enough to fight privately and fear publicly.

A gang can enslave countless people, let alone an army with guns. However, when encountering a ruthless role like Qing soldiers or Japanese people, all the heroes of the past ran away. The reason for the team's victory is often: "Our people are finding that the other party's people run away first while they are preparing to escape..." Russell said to the Valve.

The Haisong area is still a high-incidence area for private fighting. It has been fighting since the Qing Dynasty. The same is true here in Longchuan: natives and Hakkas fight, people in the city fight with people outside the city, the world fights with each other, locals fight with outsiders, Longchuan Zhamen fights with people in Heyuan Zhamen, locals fight with railway companies, etc. In recent years, Zhang Qijie's chamber of commerce and Weng Quanguang's Longchuan Hall organized to fight.

These things are naturally common for Ou Xingsun, who has been a yamen runner since the Qing Dynasty. If it were a month and a half ago, although he was the chief inspector, he would definitely hope to fight harder and look good: But now he is no longer in charge. Director Zhang, the good man, went to the capital. He is not the chief inspector but the acting director. If something happens, he will take the responsibility on his shoulders.

The so-called "not being in charge of the family" does not know how expensive it is. When Director Zhang was there, Ou Xingsun was a "playboy" and a "prodigal son.": Now that Lao Zhang is not here, Ou Xingsun's acting director was happy for a few days before he felt that this director was not so easy to do, it was all a matter." And after he was released, the responsibility must be unrelated to him.

This time the group fight is probably even more terrifying than the one in the Chamber of Commerce K Longchuantang a few years ago. Because the backstages on both sides were extremely big this time, both sides were a little unscrupulous. The fight would definitely be a hundred times more bloody: if a few people died, they would now go straight to the sky and listen. "There are reporters everywhere around him, and he offended all the reporters! If something happened," the newspaper industry who was eager to retaliate against him would definitely falsely accuse him of rumors. If the court pursued him, what should he do? He was crying in a hurry and came to find an official to stop this dangerous showdown.

Now, according to the idea of ​​the acting director of Europe, it is best for the whole city to become a good baby, and the election of Weiya Weiya is over. Reporter, get out immediately. Don’t cause trouble for me during this period. "I can’t afford to hurt you!

The official took a sip of his pipe, looked at the violent young man kneeling on the ground in the street, spit out a sip of the smoke ring, and said, "Are you praying? Where is there a fight?"

To this kind of answer that is inverted by black and white, Ou Xingsun's eyes almost popped out: Is this the sacred official of the Kingdom of Christ? Isn't this the little Ou Xingsun who didn't want to be in charge of the Qing yamen runners back then?

But those prayers behind him that sounded pious but actually murderous intent have already made Ou Xingsun's emotional intelligence approach 0. "I can't think about why the adults reacted so much, and just thought about using their IQ question: how to quickly eliminate the bait of this matter, so Ou Xingsun just said: "Sir, they are many people, do you want to mobilize the series of imperial guards you brought to suppress the slutty tongue dagger?"

"Hmm? Army? Not so. They don't have fatal weapons in their hands..." The official curled his lips.

"Our police force is not worried enough!" Ou Xingsun yelled.

The official was startled by his shouting, looked at Ou Xingsun and asked, "Where is the militia?"

Ou Xingsun was about to cry. He pointed to the person kneeling on the street behind him and said, "It's all inside!"

"Oh, that's it. Then mobilize all police forces to deploy them in the street at the T-junction beside me, and wait for my order..." The official ignored the director of the Public Security Bureau, who was so anxious that he had tears in his eyes, was still slow in his words and didn't seem to care at all.

"But they are about to start fighting! Sir, go and talk!" Ou Xingsun jumped and shouted, forgetting his superiority.

"There are also fighting in the US election..." The official glared at Ou Xingsun. When Ou Xingsun was still in the air, he seemed to be struck by lightning. He bounced into the air like a blue ball. When it fell down, it seemed like a deflated sac. He was stunned and incredible, and asked stutteringly: "This...this...this is Western learning?"

Ou Xingsun wanted to immediately eliminate the big fight due to the chair under his butt, but the official didn't think so.

His duty was to preside over the election, which was delivered to him by His Majesty’s mission due to his trust in his abilities.

On the one hand, we must ensure that it is carried out within the rules and avoid the occurrence of Fang Gusheng using the government and gangs to bully other candidates. We must fight in literature rather than fight in a military way. This is the meaning of the military struggle, rather than a fight in a military way in two companies:

On the other hand, it can be said to be "blocking...".

When the fire starts, cover it up and let it burn more vigorously, the more vigorous the better.

The more the election was sensational, the attention of the people, the decline was ups and downs, and the excitement was so great that his official contributions would be as the election host.

These are the conclusions he came to pondering the emperor's thoughts. After all, even if he is one of the most westernized elites in the empire at present, he lives in Chinese culture and is not in the United States. He subconsciously pondered the meaning of his boss and did what he wanted, so that he could be immortal.

So after both sides started burning money, the official was very happy: After the Democratic Party Zhong Erzai was destroyed, the official immediately sent a congratulatory message to His Majesty: After Li Guangxi of another faction was finished today, the official wrote three "happy congratulations" in a secret message to the court:

Now the Liberals and Democrats are actually posing to go from burning money and killing horses to fighting!

It is conceivable that the headlines of all newspapers in the empire will be "Longchuan Election: Two Parties Fight, Blood Splashing Votes". As long as Longchuan occupys the headlines of newspapers across the country, the emperor will be happy. Will the emperor be happy, will he not be able to do anything? With such a good opportunity, how could the official be willing to destroy the girl according to Ou Xingsun's wishes?

The official wanted to cover up the two groups of people and do it, but of course he didn't want to overplay it: the fire is as big as a finger, it is a match, it is very good: the fire is as big as a fist, it is a torch, it is also very good: but the fire is as big as a carriage, your house is on fire!

The headlines for fighting were very good, and Longchuan was "corpses everywhere." It was not good, so he looked at Ou Xingsun, who was half-squatting in front of him, with a confused eyes, "pulled him over and whispered in his ear. Ou Xingsun immediately looked louder and ran away.

The two groups of people over there finally finished praying. The street was filled with "Amen." sounds of "Amen" sounds, and then the strong men on the street stood up unevenly. The street looked like a huge monster shaking its scales. Zheng Abao said the last word: "Amen." "Stand up from the tiles, looked at the other party with his head raised his chest, waved his hand, and shouted loudly: "Please leave the reporters and non-combatants! Thank you!"

It turned out that the two guys were praying each other, and the reporters were not idle. "The thugs." They were kneeling down and praying, surely they could not interview, but the photographer had a place to use it. In the blank area at the entrance of the machinery factory, there were two rows of wooden box cameras, almost interlaced: they took the Democratic Party's butt to the Liberal Party, while the camera beside him was taking the Liberal Party and the butt to the Democratic Party.

Yi Cheng, who was kneeling on the top of the carriage, led the prayer, was also getting up. When he heard what the boy opposite said, he said to him, "Okay." You are so professional! We can't lose to you! But what should I do if I'm not familiar with military affairs?"

But before he could think about it, Song Dongsheng's bronze bell sounded below: "Please ask the heroic journalists to leave, thank you for your hard work! Leave like the great and brave gentlemen of the military band, and leave the war to us! Glory belongs to us! Glory belongs to you too!"

The emperor's kindness will not allow brothers!

The cameraman who was busy moving away the heavy camera in the center was very busy hearing the two sides say it, and Coke was in his heart: We respect us so much! Zheng Abao is polite, there is no need to say that Huang Enchanting Song Dongsheng compared them to military bands. Military bands are a very respected military band in the Western army. The so-called "sighting soldiers is higher than the level" is very important because they do not have weapons but still sending orders along the battlefield, and they also require courage: Therefore, even outside the military camp, if soldiers and officers see the military band passing by, soldiers must stand up and salute: officers must stand up and salute, with extreme honor.

After surprise and joy, it is gratitude. While moving the guys, the reporters expressed their encouragement to the party they supported:

"My Democratic Party guys! Fight well! I support you!".

"Liberal Party, don't be soft-boys! You are heroes! Work hard!".

Because everyone was polite, the leader said that he would ask the reporter to leave first, and someone below went to help the reporter move things: the gang members carried the camera case, and the factory workers helped the reporter to prepare chemistry. They were kissing the reporters in a relative manner, but they were still tearful and reluctant to leave.

"Liberal Party guy, be careful, don't be hurt!"

"Don't worry! I'm optimistic!".

"You are a hero in Longchuantang. I wish you success!".

"Woooo...woo...woo...." This gangster was sobbing that the current hooligan was cared for by reporters for the first time in his life.

At this time, seeing that the prayers on both sides were finished and the clearing was completed in the middle, cheers like tsunamis around them came:

"Bow the Liberal Party to death! The Democratic Party has always been a hero!"

"The Liberal Party is the hero, and it will destroy the sissy on the other side!"

"Democratic Party! I swear to support you! Don't embarrass your fellow villagers!"

"The Liberal Party! Eliminate freedom! Destroy democracy!".

Just like the actors standing in the center of the stage, the strong men held sticks, their ears were filled with cheers and shouts from relatives and supporters. They turned around and looked around with fanatical faces, and their hearts were filled with the sacred feeling when they just prayed. Countless thugs were crying, bowing to the crowd around them, shouting in their hearts: "Famous people, don't worry! I'm going to fight!"

The mountain pig standing in front of the formation looked at the crowd shouting and jumping around. "I just felt something knocking on my chest, and shouted in my heart: "Why does this group fight make me so sacred? This is not right? It's just a group fight. No, no, it's sacred! Ah, this feeling made me excited. I have never experienced it since I was 2 years old in Sichuan who fought the 30-year-old gangster in the village. I am the feeling of the arrival of the Virgin?"

Fan Linhui on the other end held back his tears and tied the strip of cloth to his forehead. He tried the weight of the big stick in his hand, raised his head and stared at the majestic shadow above his head, and was extremely eager for the order to start the war: it was not only him, but his brother-in-law, Wang Yu's family and he stood in a row, and everyone was looking up together.

Young Master Bao stood still, his eyes swept across the officer watching the battle from afar, Yi Cheng and Song Dongsheng on the roof of the carriage opposite him, he took a deep breath and shouted to the sky: "For my god, my emperor, the glory of our country." The Liberal Party Charges! Charges! Charges!!!".

The commander Yi Cheng on the other side looked at Zheng Abao tightly, and he made a clenching fist and screaming in the other party's fierce look." His hands also clenched into fists and raised them over, shouting: "fgd!fj!fg!ge!ger!ge!!!

There is no way, the Democrats always think that they are more knowledgeable than the other party, and even at such moments, they have to use English.

Seeing the group of naughty boys below, Fang Bingsheng on the roof of the car clenched his fists and shouted heart-wrenchingly: "The Democratic Party is attacking! Ah! Ah! All! I'll beat you to death!!!

The mountain pig below was stunned for a moment and didn't understand what "g." Honor means, but "I'll beat you to death!" means that I can't understand it anymore. He raised the wooden stick high and turned his head and shouted back: "I'll beat you to death!"

After saying that, he was the first to jump out of the camp and led thousands of troops to rush forward with shouts:

The Wang Yu family on the opposite side reacted quickly, and breathed a deep breath, raised his stick high and shouted at everyone behind him: "Come with me!"

The first one rushed out and the stick flew, and his mouth became 0 shape.

The two forwards crossed the open space and rushed forward, ignoring each other and rushing into the tide-like crowd behind them. China's ninth update also smashed the stick into the enemy's head.

In an instant, the entrance of the machinery factory was filled with people and murderous sounds, sticks flying everywhere, screaming in succession, and the super fight between the Democratic and Liberal Party exploded instantly.

Outside them, Longchuan was crazy about it, and the people cheered for it, far better than any performances here since ancient times. Any temple fair was exciting and exciting. From time to time, there were relatives who carried sticks, benches, and even bricks to join the battle group.

Generals of each party stood at a high place behind and shouted loudly to encourage their soldiers. Zheng Abao yelled with his eyes: "God stands on the side of the Liberal Party! Beat them to death! Beat them to death!" Fang Bingsheng stomped the roof of the carriage and shouted: "Give it to me! Don't be afraid! Beat them to death! There is a reward!"

The trophy they fought against, and the factory protection team of Longchuan Machinery Factory, had become another function: they had to line up a wall at the door of the battlefield, preventing waves of workers who wanted to rush out to watch the fun or even go out to fight.

Amid the sound of the camera lighting and the sound of the deafening cheers, the reporters were crazy and crazy in writing to record the wonders of what they saw today in words

Ordinary reporters wrote this question: "There is no doubt that the election has evolved from burning money to fighting wealth in advance to finding the other party's candidates that ruined him: Today, Longchuan once again attracted your attention, and the victory or defeat of the election may also depend on the combat power of group fights..."

The notebook of the literary journalist was painted with such words: "I am not shocked by the purpose of the imported product election itself. This is understandable by few Chinese people. Unless you have the wisdom of the God Emperor, I am shocked that the election method is simply unimaginable. Various methods are emerging one after another, and the various ways are constantly being renovated: using fighting money to evolve into fighting reputation, but now we have to fight strength..."

The reporter was excitedly broken the pencil heads and was stabbed many times, and they were all thorned: "It's exciting! The two parties launched a bloody fight today to compete for the machinery factory! Both sides mobilized their elite combat power and started an exciting debate before the war: After the debate failed, the two sides decided to launch an exciting force duel, so that the emperor decided to decide which side of the truth! Moreover, before the battle, both sides made exciting pre-war prayers, and the soldiers of both sides were all in tears.

Pray, determined to fight to the death for God! This is a real war! A fierce war with sticks and fists without gunpowder! This is election! This is Western learning!!! This is fashionable!!! This is modern!!! It's so cool, I don't know how to describe it. It's so exciting. I'm incoherent. Anyway, I'm warmly looking forward to the election in our... the city is quickly held, my blood is boiling! Hallelujah! God blesses the Song Dynasty!………………”

Of course, reporters were slandered by bastards who could not eat grapes in later generations. In that era, reporters were the mainstream and were considered ordinary reporters. 99% of the reporters were reporters, and they were so excited that they burst into tears. Several reporters could not write their manuscripts. They shouted and rushed into the houses of residents, snatched several benches, flowerpots, cats and other objects, and rushed into the battlefield to fight for "their respective beliefs."

After the fight lasted for a while, everyone was satisfied, the Longchuan government, who was "later.", intervened. The sheriff rushed into the crowd and separated the two bloody guys.

The official also came forward and asked two people from the capital who were dry-mouthed and down to the eaves and the car. Everyone had an interview. The solution was very simple: Isn’t it the belonging of the workers in the machinery factory? It was simple. The government decided to post a few confessions and witness managers came out to manage and maintain the factory. As for whom the factory was responsible when the owner was away, Li Guangxi’s wife decided, and she said that whoever asked to supervise would be supervised.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Abao immediately sent Zhang Qijie to rush to the Public Security Bureau at a speed of 100 meters, and wanted to convince the Lü family with his former friendship and the current Communist Party camp and enemies, and the Chamber of Commerce, that is, the Liberal Party, to help maintain the factory:

It is obvious that as long as the machinery factory can maintain its bankruptcy, this is a tough vote, and not many workers want to destroy their jobs: they have to vote for whoever they ask them to vote.

Seeing that the enemy was going to compete for the first place, Song Dongsheng ran away without saying a word and shouted: "No matter what the factory produces, Huang En steadily buys his goods for one year! Ensure full start of construction and output! As long as she says: The votes belong to me!"

Halfway through, Song Dongsheng saw Fang Bingsheng behind him and was angrily chasing him. Song Dongsheng shouted: "Mr. Fang, don't join in the fun! Li Guangxi's family has the heart to kill you, you are going to cause trouble!"

While running, Fang Bingsheng raised his index finger and waved it in front of him, saying, "n, don't she want to take revenge on the rebellious Wang Jieren family? You can trade! You can trade!"
Chapter completed!