It may be difficult to chase Xing by relying solely on passing the rumor and chasing a person like Xing in Beijing or Huizhou, but it is not difficult to be in a small place like Longchuan.reg

Qi Wenlu first found the local old smoke guns in the square. They were all raised by their children and did not have to work. After the election was lively, they moved the place to play chess, and they moved the place to the square. They had nothing to do every day and sat in a horse stool. They just looked around and took gossip as their responsibility. They asked them: Which foreigner sneaked into the church with a stack of papers that looked like a passing list:

Then he went back and asked his subordinates who were hanging glass lamps at the entrance of the church, as well as the church shop's seats, the church volunteers who cleaned the church, who had been in and out when they were in the afternoon.

Soon Qi Yun knew what Pan Jinxing looked like. Unexpectedly, Pan Jinxing looked a bit out of the way and looked. It was very easy to catch him: in his 40s or 50s, with gray hair: wearing Qing robes, Western leather shoes: tall to his nose, about 0 height: small eyes, convex lips, black skin, typical Fujian and Guangdong slags: severely hunched back, and coughing while walking: the most obvious thing is that there is a Qing scoundrel braid behind his head.

"Isn't it just an old man from the Qing Dynasty?" Qi Yun thought to himself that such a person is very conspicuous in Longchuan: there may be Qing Dynasty reporters with braids here, but they are all young and strong, so they have the energy to come here: as a city, it is rare for Qing Dynasty old man from the Qing Dynasty.

Then Qi Yunlu slowly went to several small shops around who could print their pockets and pass them in their pockets. There were only a few that could use printing machines in Longchuan, no more than three. I expected that the clerk was very impressed by a Qing country bumpkin who insisted on printing vertical versions.

Sure enough, right in the store of the candidate Zhang Heyuan, his son looked at the pass-through and said in wonder: "It's just that we printed it. It's very strange. He had to print it into a vertical version. I told him that the horizontal version was good and he didn't believe it. Besides, it was difficult for him to understand it. As he was talking, he would say foreign languages ​​when he was anxious! Good, we don't understand Fujian dialect or foreign languages. In addition, the old man looked rich. Now your election and printing business is very good. He was anxious to print it, and he would give him extra money to print it. I guess it was the Democratic Party or Weng Quanguang and other children hired, and it was used to spread rumors. I was too lazy to bother with him and printed it for him. I just printed 300 copies."

"Where is he living? Did you tell me? A guy like him can't carry it?" Qi Yunlu smiled.

"It's a delivery. Xiao Wang, come here, where did the Fujianese man ask you to deliver yesterday?" Zhang Heyuan's son greeted him loudly.

Everything is that simple. Qi Yunlu arrived at the door of Pan Jinxing's residence in less than an hour.

The place where Pan Jinxing settled was a very simple small courtyard, with two main rooms, one kitchen and one mattress, and one yard as big as a palm. It was very broken and the walls were covered with grass, but one thing was: the location was the connection between the train station and the central square.

If this area is in Liu Guojian's words, it is dark under the light! There are prosperous and Westernized areas around it, but they retain the style of the Qing Dynasty. If Liu Guojian is not overturned, he will rule for another three years. No, if he is in power for a year, he will penetrate the dark under the light on a big road: but even so, this small broken yard will last to death, which is only 120 silver dollars to buy.

Qi Yunlu knew who the landlord was, a hawker who sold breakfast every morning and an old bachelor. He probably envied that the county house rental business was very good recently, and he also rented out his house.

"Old Wu heard you rented your yard?" When Qi Yunlu walked over with his hands behind his back, he saw the landlord sitting in the shade of the tree at the door to enjoy the cool air.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Qi? Didn't you die of serious injury yesterday? You came out to the election again so soon?" Seeing Qi Yun coming over to speak, Lao Wu, who was wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, stood up with a slipper and holding a fan, and curled up diligently. Even a breakfast seller is very familiar with the county election.

Qi Yunlu had no interest in Lao Wu, pointed to his dilapidated courtyard gate and said, "Have you rented it? Really?"

"Oh, Mr. Qi, there are too many people outside the county town. I look for houses everywhere to live in short supply. I will join in the fun and make some money by renting a house." Old Wu looked very happy, and when he mentioned renting a house, he couldn't stop smiling.

"Then where do you live? There are not enough houses in your house." Qi Yunlu stood in the alley, bent down and looked into the yard, wanting to see if Pan Jinxing is there.

"I live in a miscellaneous house, I have few things, so I can discuss it, and I can live in the main house for the guests.

When I lived in a storage room, I felt that my small house facing west and east was quite cool." Old Wu smiled.

When asked clearly that the customer looked like Pan Jinxing, Qi Yunlu asked, "I want to ask your customer, is he at home? Is it convenient?"

"Convenient! Convenient! Just now several reporters left, and there are reporters interviewing! It's amazing!" Old Wu said with a thumbs up and admiringly: "I also live in a distinguished guest at home. Although he is dressed in Qing Dynasty, I heard him speak English to the reporters, it's so smooth! I heard that he is also studying in the West, I don't know who he is!"

"Reporter?" Qi Yunlu was stunned when he heard this, ignored Lao Wu, stepped on his feet and entered the yard, walked to the door of the house a few steps, opened the curtain and went straight in.

He lifted the curtain of Lao Wu's smell of steamed dumpling filling. As soon as he entered, Qi Yun's eyes had not yet adapted to the darkness in the room, and smelled a lot of smoke inside. He waved his hand in front of his nose a few times, and saw clearly the situation in the room:

Old Wu was very poor, and there was nothing in the main house. The empty ones were a bed, a table, a cabinet and a long-necked bamboo that was pressed upside down as a chair:

A man was sitting next to the bamboo basket, facing the bed, pressing his arms against the table, holding a notebook with one hand, and pulling out a cigarette butt from his mouth with the other hand, and a pencil was still holding a gap in his fingers:

A thin man was lying on the bed. He was lying on the bed. He was hunched and thin. When he looked like a huge shrimp nesting in Lao Wu's tattered bamboo mat, he was holding a cigarette gun in his hand, and the hole of the gun was facing an oil lamp on the table. He was smoking opium.

Because it was the hot summer, when you entered the house filled with smoke and oil lamps during the day, Qi Yunlu immediately felt sweating all over and felt hotter.

"Oh? Which newspaper reporter is this? I am Pan Jinxing." The thin man on the bed coughed, put down the gun with his hands like chicken claws, and stood up slightly and asked in Cantonese in an incomprehensible Fujian accent.

The big black man next to his bed turned his head and glanced, immediately threw the cigarette butt, got up to shake hands, and smiled and said, "Why is the candidate Qi Da here? Are you looking for Lao Pan too? Well? It's big news for you to come in itself."

"Hey, in the election, I'm just a free meal, drink, and newspaper to accompany the exam. What big news should I be? Which newspaper are you from?" Qi Yun'er smiled and shook hands with the other party.

"I am President Li Wenxin of "Haisong Election Report", the newspaper that sent telegrams with the Bible." After a big black man smiled and introduced himself, he let go of his hand and sat down again.

"Wow, it's you? I've been revered for a long time. Qi Yunlu is not polite." While complimenting, seeing that there was no place to sit, he sat at the foot of Pan Jinxing's bed, pulled out the pass-through list from his pocket and said, "Mr. Pan, I'm fine. Just what you said about passing the pass-through list."

Li Wenxin glanced at Qi Yun, and his face showed an expression of excitement and fear. He said to Pan Jinxing, who was confused about the reason, "Mr. Pan has only been to Longchuan for two days, and may not be very familiar." Let me introduce it: This is Mr. Qi Yunya, and he is also a candidate. "He is also from the self-willed party. The one you are talking to is brothers and Si Zhi."

"Hmm? What does this guy mean? I'm a little hostile." Qi Yundiao felt intuition that the reporter in front of him was both excited and scared by his arrival, probably because he was afraid that he would form a group with Zhang Qi and disturb his interviewer.

Looking at the bed, he looked at Pan Jinxing with vigilance. Qi Yunya pointed to the passbook in her hand and explained: "Old Zhang's brother and Si Zhi are more than me. Half of the people in Longchuan respect this good man. "I'm here, there is no other meaning. Isn't it good for you to stay in the Qing Dynasty? Come from Longchuan, a small place, to write a passbook? Or is it about Zhang Qijie's passbook? I just want to ask what's going on. You can't spread rumors about a good man."

"Good man? Zhang Qijie is a good man? I'm gonna beat the cool mat heavily, and a clue came out of it. Old Wu's dilapidated bamboo mat was photographed with an arc-shaped hole.

Li Wenxin turned his head and said to Qi Yunlu: "I am interviewing Mr. Pan Jinxing and I am very interested in what he said. If Mr. Pan is unhappy with someone disturbing me, Mr. Qi, would you come over after lunch?"

Pan Jinxing stopped Li Wenxin from driving people. He shouted to Qi Yunlu: "I'm not afraid of who you are Zhang Qijie." Anyway, the truth is on my side! Anyone comes, I'll tell the truth!"

Qi Yunlu shrugged helplessly, saying that he could not get his head out of anger, and then waved his hand and said, "Please say! Please say! I'm just curious."

Pan Jinxing no longer paid attention to Qi Yun sitting at his feet, and he fell back to the bed." He put his head on his arm, took a sip of opium, and slowly let out a sip of cigarettes, as if he was talking about the topic before his thoughts were interrupted, and then he slowly said:

"Let me say, Mr. Li, you may not know that although the place name in the United States has the word "Kinshan", it is not full of gold. Even if you go to the United States to make a living, many Chinese people are unable to eat, and even die in the construction of railways. Under the guns of the criminals, they become lonely ghosts in a foreign land: My brother and I went to the United States in 145. At that time, I was only 15 years old, and I was a very early group of Chinese. At that time, the United States was vast and sparsely populated. We opened a row of grocery stores, post offices, cargo warehouses, and houses along the endless wilderness. We could call it a town: At that time, money was easy to make, and we brothers had paid gold, built railways, opened ironing shops, worked in restaurants, pawn shops, opium restaurants, and used cotton export agency agency, and did everything...

As he said that, he stretched out one hand to the two of them in front of the bed and said, "Look, the dense scalds on the face are left behind when ironing clothes: the knife wound on the tiger's mouth was bitten by a snake during the gold digging. I don't know if it is poisonous or not, so my elder brother used the knife to open my skin and sucked blood out: "

"My elder brother was bitten to death by the American poisonous snake. It was in the wilderness. I carried my elder brother's body and walked 16 kilometers before returning to the town. The gold nuggets we found were still hung in my crotch. I carried my elder brother and cried while constantly asking God: "I don't want this gold. Can I give my elder brother back?............Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Pan Jinxing took a handkerchief and wiped his tears, took another mouthful of opium, and said with a sob: "Brother is dead. Although I dug up gold, it is still not easy to make a living. I rely on one word: "Can endure hardships. Don't look at foreigners who are tall and strong, I can do the work of the three of them alone, and exchange my life for money. Around 0 years," I relied on the harvest of gold hunting and the achievements of opening a store. I was famous in Chinatown. Considering that I was 30 years old, my family was too poor, and I didn't marry a wife when I came out, "There is no Chinese woman in the United States, and I can't pass on my family. Moreover, American newspapers said that there was a Christian emperor here, and the situation in the Far East was developing towards peace. I just wanted to return home in glory. After all, no matter how rich I live in the United States, it is not my own home."

"I sold my two laundry shops, one restaurant and one opium restaurant" plus a savings of thrift, and I have a total of more than 90,000 US dollars." This is my wealth, I have been using the Pacific Shipping Company's ship, first class, alas, "Who would have thought of gambling on a ship? If I continue to be frugal and wealthy, I will buy a second class or third class cabin," how could I know Zhang Qijie, who serves tea and water? For ten years, I have thought of this every day, and every time I think of it, I want to lose my hands......... "...Pan Jinxing said this, suddenly became quiet, turned over, staring at the roof beams above his head, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, flowing constantly, like a stream.

"90,000 US dollars is a great big money, equivalent to 90,000 taels of silver: I thought that with your ability, you should have so much wealth in the past ten years? But you look a little down now. In this case, who can believe that you can earn 90,000 US dollars in 1450?" Liu Wenxin waited for a while. "When the tears flowed endlessly, he asked a question in one go.

Hearing this question, Pan Jinxing turned his head suddenly, pointed an opium gun at Li Wenxin's eyes full of tears and shouted: "Tell me clearly! It's not what I earned by myself, it's the hard-earned money I have worked for nearly 20 years! It's also a life for my elder brother!!!"

The house was silent, Pan Jinxing breathed miserably, like a deflated ball, putting the cigarette gun on the mat at hand, wiped away tears, and said, "I went back to the United States and became more miserable: the gold was dug long ago, who could dig gold nuggets in the swamp densely covered with poisonous snakes? Reopening a laundry, there were Chinese people competing everywhere, and the prices were overwhelming: I had no capital to open an opium restaurant, and the local gang boss saw that I had no money no longer cover me: And the United States has still had a civil war in the north and south, men have gone to war, the economy is extremely depressed, foreigners have lived a hard life, Chinese like me have lived a hard life even more! In the second decade, I gritted my teeth and worked hard day and night, and only a few thousand dollars have been saved.

I have been away from home for 25 years, 40 years old, and I don’t even have a wife! I returned from the United States to Fuzhou with tears in my eyes, and I didn’t want to go home at all. My family members were all gone, and I was so bastard: my eldest brother died in vain, all my hard-earned money was cheated, and I was not good at making much money. What shame do I have to go back to meet the villagers? I can’t even afford to build a Western watchtower, and I could build a family and glorify my ancestors ten years ago! This is why I saw Zhang Qijie in the newspaper at the Fuzhou Port, and I recognized this man with thousands of swords and thousands of carvings at a glance. I immediately bit and took a boat from Fuzhou to Longchuan, and I wanted to breathe! This man stole my money! Stealed my youth! Wasted my whole life!"

"How can you confirm that the ship is Zhang Qijie? You are from Fujian, he is from Longchuan, Guangdong, and you are just a few days after the ship is together? If he is really the leader of the ship gambling gang, you may not even know what his real name is?" Li Dao.

Qi Yunya next to her also wanted to ask questions, but when she heard Li Wenxin's question, she swallowed her own problem back because she was more sharp and pointed at the reporter than questioning Zhang Qijie.

"Of course I know him! Who cheated me of my life's sweat and wouldn't I track him down?" Pan Jinxing shouted with a broken mat: "I am penniless, and I have been wandering in the sea for a month and a half, and then arrived in Jinshan City again. On the boat, I heard the crew members say that there is a group of Chinese who specifically deceived Chinese people! It's a scam! My new job is "Pacific Shipping Company." Kitchen Handyman! I want to find him, and if I don't get my money back, I will die with him! As a result, half a year later, I finally met a mixed egg who participated in the gambling game on the boat. When I was crazy about stabbing his bones with the tip of a knife and pinching his neck, he was so scared that he knelt on the deck and told me everything...... I actually took over Zhang Qijie's job, and he, a beast, actually took my hard-earned money home and Guang Zong Yaozu!!!".

As he said that, he took out a newspaper from the mat. The front page was a large portrait of Zhang Qijie. Pan Jinxing pointed to the part of the report that he had marked for the two listeners: "Look, this man's mischievous scum said so nicely: "I keep my braids because this is my witness and a good helper for working hard in the United States." This is nonsense. Zhang Qijie's braids are his tool for cheating. He put the braids on his head and the cards can be hidden in the braids, and exchanged cards with the movement of scratching the scalp or wiping sweat! This man's mischievous scum!"

Qi Yun was stunned when he heard it, not knowing what to say, but Li Wenxin next to him was as professional as a lawyer. He started to speak: "This is useless. You still can't prove anything.

Don’t you also have braids? Are you also a scam? Right?"

"I just said that the fraudster who told me about this is also from here, named Huang Laopi, from Heyuan County near Longchuan. He also returned to Song State three years ago. Before I came, I went to his house to find him, but he had been arrested by the Heyuan Public Security Bureau for opening a casino and sentenced to three years in prison. "I didn't see him..." Pan Jinxing took out a piece of paper and said, "This is his address." He was also very annoyed Zhang Qijie because Zhang Qijie originally said to share the money, but only gave them more than 10,000 US dollars. The other money was embezzled by Zhang Qijie himself."

Li Wenxin took the piece of paper, and the address on the face was on the side. He looked vigilantly at Qi Yunlu who came over to ask for, put the piece of paper directly into his shirt pocket, and said, "Give this thing to me."

Then Li Tou asked Qi Yun, "I've finished asking generally. Mr. Qi, what are you going to ask?"

Qi Yunlu was stunned and before he could speak, Pan Jinxing sneered and asked Qi Yunlu: "Do you want to take the exam to get my English? Ask?" He spoke in English.

Qi Yun could understand English, so he waved his hand and said, "I won't test your English." I just came to see it. You look so imposing, and I have nothing to say."

Seeing that the visit was over, Qi Yunya didn't say anything again. "The room was silent for a moment, and then Pan Jinxing and Li Wenxin looked at each other." Suddenly, he shouted in a strange voice: "Hi! I forgot!".

"What did you forget?" Qi Yun'er stared at the two guys who were both looking down and reaching out to their pockets to grop.

As a result, the two of them took out coins from their pockets and handed them to each other, and spoke in unison again.

Li Dao: "This is the exposure fee..."

Pan Jinxing said: "This is the money for drinking tea..."

Li Tou novice pinched a five-corner copper round, and Pan Jinxing actually had a ten-yuan sea blue bill in his hand.

"Give me money? What's the exposure?" Pan Jinxing looked at Li Wenxin in surprise:

Li Wenxin also looked at Pan Jinxing in surprise: "Do you give me money?"

Qi Yun laughed and said, "It seems that neither of you is short of money."

Pan Jinxing glanced at Qi Yunlu and said to Li Wenxin seriously: "Today there are five or six records in the square. They don't seem to be interviewing me, but they don't seem to trust me. They have been chatting for a while and they ran away. Only you have been talking until now. They are very serious. I am very moved. Although I have heard from fellow villagers in Fuzhou that Haisong is a bandit who is morally degraded and trusts only by foreign gods and only by money, I have seen the world in the United States. The world is very dark, and it is not easy to have someone to trust you. Whether it is a foreigner or you Song people, thank you very much for listening to me. You accept this money and know that the newspapers in Song are very powerful. I hope you can give me justice and give the world a truth. You can use this money. I am old and get sick in the United States. I kicked it at some point. Please give me justice so that I can close my eyes and see my elder brother."

The five-cornered copper circle in his hand was really unavailable in front of the ten-yuan bill. Li Wenxin tucked his copper circle back into his pants pocket and took the big money. He thought for a while and said, "Mr. Pan, even if what you said is true, I have to remind you: This happened 10 years ago, on the high seas of the Pacific. Ten years ago, Hai Song Gang had just begun his country and established his foothold. There was no law at that time! And your gambling location was on the American company ship, on the high seas. Which country's laws are applicable to? Zhang Qi founded

When I was a member of the Qing Dynasty, I was a citizen of the Qing Dynasty. When I returned, I was a citizen of the United States and became a Song Dynasty. Which country's law applies to? And even if he paid a thousand yuan, you would not be protected by participating in gambling: you must be a US nationality, because the Qing Dynasty now has a bucket of nationality. In other words, this was a gambling between two Americans in the Pacific 10 years ago. I was originally a newspaper for livelihood and I had some understanding of civil complaints. You can't win a lawsuit or even you can't file a case."

"I can't win... I didn't want to sue either..." Pan Jinxing sighed, but he roared suddenly, holding the newspaper in his hand, his thumbnail deeply fell into Zhang Qijie's portrait with a smile on his face. He shook the newspaper and shouted: "I have been ruined in this person's hands for the rest of my life! I just want to ask for an explanation! If the lawsuit is not fought, is there no conscience? Didn't your Song State say that you are based on God? Didn't Jesus bless you? Didn't you say that you are afraid of the emperor? Didn't you say that the people are going to elect the elites in the people? I want to see how Hai Song treats such elites? How I want the emperor to treat this matter?! I want the Song State to give me an explanation! I want your emperor to give me an explanation!!! I want you to give conscience and justice!!!"

Li Wenxin and Qi Yunlu let out a long sigh.
Chapter completed!