In a corner of Longchuan County under the clouds, Qi Yunlu was jumping around Lin Liuming, who was holding the telegram pole, pulling and yelling. The pedestrians passing by cast strange eyes at the two weird guys. Every time this time, Qi Yunlu, who had an empty wine glass bottle in her pocket, and Qi Yunlu, who had an umbrella under her arm, grinned her teeth and tried to separate Lin Liuming and the telegram pole, and explained with an embarrassing smile: "I have something to do with Lao Lin, so you always walk slowly."

"Brother, there is really big news! Do you listen? When will you sit until the thing you spit out? Why are you drinking so much? Do you also have foreign wine? You don't want to die when you see foreign wine! Nothing!!!" Qi Yunlu pinched her nose and squatted on the ground, looking at Lin Liuming, who was sitting on the ground like Guanyin sitting on the lotus and holding the wooden pole tightly without letting go, and was anxious and helpless.

An hour ago, I saw Young Master Bao and Zheng Abao leave first, and then Fan Linhui and Wang Yu's family left again, but this did not affect the popularity of the banquet. This kind of banquet was eaten for nothing, with fewer people missing, which made it more convenient for the remaining people to eat. Everyone continued to talk and laugh. Without foreign wine, they asked people to send good rice wine. Everyone spread their cheeks and ate and drank, even if they were eaten until night, they could even save dinner.

People who have this idea include Qi Yunlu, but after Wang Yu's family and the others left, Zhang Qijie's manager came to call him, saying that the Liberal Party had a meeting to ask him to attend.

Qi Yunlu looked at the meal made by the chef of the good restaurant in the county, stood up reluctantly, wiped the oil on her mouth with her shirt sleeves, and walked out while chewing the meat in her mouth. As soon as she arrived at the door, she remembered something, then turned around and rushed to the corner of the wall, grabbed two empty bottles of foreign wine with one hand, and pretended not to care and shouted: "Oh, my soy sauce jar was broken by my blind servant. This bottle is good to make soy sauce."

When he stepped out of the door, he was stunned by his speed behind the door. A crowd of guests rang out: "Oh, my soy sauce bottle is broken too!", "Oh, I have no place to serve soy sauce in the hotel. This bottle is good! Give me one!" "Oh, you don't want to grab it all, I want to make soy sauce too!"

"You've stayed in a hotel, and you're still so fucking! Something is useless!" Qi Yunlu stuffed the bottle into her big pocket of her suit while cursing in her stomach.

At this time, a timid voice sounded from the side: "Mr. Qi, my soy sauce jar is broken."

Qi Yunlu raised her head and saw Zhang Qijie's manager staring pitifully at an empty wine bottle in his hand.

"Old Wang, give, give, give, actually I rarely eat soy sauce, one is enough." Qi Yunlu was stunned for a while, and he endured the pain and handed over the second bottle: Everyone spoke, it was not easy to offend. Alas, it was so heartbreaking. In the future, the bottle in her pocket would become a lonely book.

He was drunk and tucked the empty bottle, and the second floor of the factory felt that the atmosphere was wrong. The aisle was full of Zheng Abao's entourage. Several confidants seemed worried. The door opened. Fan Linhui, who had a dark face, opened his hand and let Qi Yunlu enter. The office was gloomy as if the sky was outside: Fan Linhui was stern, Wang Yu's family gritted their teeth back and forth with their hands in their arms. Zhang Qijie sat at the desk with one hand on the table, as if he had just instructed the managers, but he turned his head and refused to look at Qi Yunlu. The smoke was shining behind the desk, and Young Master Bao was pacing back and forth, smoking a cigar from time to time, making the clouds around him even more permeated, looking like a tiger passing through the twilight mist.

"Hello, Mr. Bao. Lao Zhang, what are you guys asking me for?" Qi Yunlu was smart and was squeezed by the heavy atmosphere in the office. She immediately woke up and bowed to say hello with a smile on her face.

"What's the specific situation of Pan Jinxing, who is going to see the Qing Dynasty? Tell me clearly." Zheng Abao stopped pace, walked out of the smoke, and pressed the cigar heavily into the ashtray and twisted it back and forth.

"Ah? That opium ghost." Qi Yunlu didn't expect them to ask about this, so she said something in general.

After saying a few words, Zheng Abao suddenly raised his head, stared at Qi Yunlu, and asked, "Hmm? Did he give Huang Laopi's address to a reporter?"

"Yes, that guy was there when I went there, and the opium ghost gave him 10 yuan..." Qi Yunlu quickly talked about this person.

"Who is the reporter!" Zheng Abao asked sternly.

"I don't know,... he said... did he give me a business card? It seemed to be thrown away... What is he? What? Oh, yes, yes, yes, election report! What is the one who sent the Bible? What is the name? That newspaper is a tabloid with no fame, the reporter is not eye-catching, I really forgot..." Qi Yunlu frowned and thought for a while, stomped her feet and screamed, and then apologized repeatedly.

The room was silent, and several big men looked at each other, all of whom were confused. Zheng Abao shook his head, and Fan Linhui shouted: "There are too many reporters in Longchuan, and I don't know who it is."

Five minutes later, everyone who was eating and drinking at the "rural wedding banquet" in the textile factory saw Qi Yunlu running out with an umbrella in one hand, and the empty glass bottle in her pocket was hit by her body and jumped.

Qi Yunlu was ordered to find Pan Jinxing again. This mission was very clear - the specific address of the person's certificate was required; and the big shots asked him to get it as fast as possible. Qi Yunlu did not dare to neglect, and ran all the way to the narrow street and visited Pan Jinxing again.

The place where Pan Jinxing rented was close to the textile factory. Even if Qi Yunlu ran with a bottle, she arrived in a short while. Moreover, with Pan Jinxing's opium-like behavior, he couldn't fly. He was in the house, with a bowl on the table, and half of the rice and a few radish sticks left were still on the noodles. He probably was eager to try the newly bought opium paste, and before he finished the rice, he started coughing and vomiting in the bed.

"Mr. Pan, are you sobbing?" Qi Yunlu was happy when she entered the house. In order to show her intimacy and relationship, she did not sit in the upside down bamboo basket. He sat openly on the edge of Pan Jinxing's bed.

When he saw him coming, Pan Jinxing stood up half of his body, leaned on the edge of the bed and coughed violently. Qi Yunlu reached out to massage his back with concern.

After a while, Pan Jinxing finally stopped coughing. He opened Qi Yunlu's hand and pointed it at him with a cigarette gun and roared: "How much sawdust is mixed in your state-owned opium restaurant in Song Yi? Is this opium? This smells of burnt wood! It's so expensive, it's too shameless. I really regret not buying a few more opium paste in Fuzhou!"

"This, smokers in our country like wood-flavored opium, and you will soon get used to it." Qi Yunlu said with a giggle.

"No shame." Pan Jinxing looked at Qi Yunlu who was unscrupulous. From his eyes, he could see that he pissed off the opium of Song State to the head of the Song State. He lay back on the bed angrily and shouted: "Why are you looking for me?"

Qi Yunlu smiled and said her purpose, but Pan Jinxing roared and refused, yelling: "What? The person surnamed Zhang is afraid? I asked you to have a trap? Let him come to see me by himself!"

In fact, if it was noon, Qi Yunlu would also ask for an address, Pan Jinxing would definitely give it to him.

But now Pan Jinxing's mentality has changed: he scattered flyers in the afternoon, and there were several reporters surrounding him for interviews in the square. He naturally knew the power of newspapers and reporters, and he spread his suffering history with hatred or enthusiasm. However, fewer and fewer people listened to it. Not only was he not interested, but he sneered. In the end, only an inconspicuous poor reporter Li Wenxin followed him and listened patiently.

At that time, Pan Jinxing was very desperate and felt that no one believed his words. After all, Zhang Qijie was already a great merchant who became famous in the Song Dynasty. I heard that he was an elder of the local charity and respected. But he, an American or a Qing Dynasty, came to Longchuan thousands of miles away. You are accusing a local gentry of ten years ago on foreign land. You are so deceiving you.

So he was eager to prove that what he said was true, and he knew everything. Even if Qi Yunlu clearly stated that he came for Zhang Qijie, he would talk in front of him without any concern.

But after seeing off Li Wenxin and Qi Yunlu, Pan Jinxing felt very happy. He saw from Li Wenxin's eyes that the reporter took it seriously and he believed in himself, which means that the people of Song were not all bastards. After going out, he bought a bunch of newspapers at a small newspaper stall in Longchuan, thinking that maybe in a few days this side was full of Zhang Qijie's sins and was in a good mood. He hummed a small song and bought an opium ointment, or a "Lanfang Special Local Fragrance 170 Opium" strongly recommended by the clerk. This thing is very expensive, but to celebrate the first victory, it is nothing to get a little bit better.

It's like a poor person is very pessimistic. But after buying a lottery ticket, although the probability of winning is smaller than that of Lightning ten times in a row, he doesn't care at all that he has lived to this day, which means he has no fate with Lightning in this life. He immediately forgot to be pessimistic, just thinking about good things, and thinking about piaopiao's celestiality.

So Pan Jinxing is a little bit confused and fearless when looking forward to the future. Add the bastard "Fragrant 170 Opium" and what is his fucking thing? The cheapest migrant workers' opium restaurant in Fuzhou dare not mix sawdust so much that it is full of wood fragrance! The Qing Dynasty was mixed with sawdust, and the Song Dynasty was clearly mixed with opium! It was too shameless, I hated the house and the black ones. Even Qi Yunlu cursed with his eyes wide open. Now Qi Yunlu is completely a humanoid version of sawdust 170.

Pan Jinxing was driven out with a cigarette gun, and Qi Yunlu had no choice but to do anything. After going out, he cursed: "Damn, this is a damn opium ghost in Qing Dynasty! He is so unpretentious!" He ran to the wall next to his house, and cut the leaflets he had posted on the wall that spread rumors about Zhang Qijie, gritted his teeth and cut them with the tip of the umbrella, and then battered them with mud on the face, and then ran back to report.

This is definitely not his reputation for caring for Zhang Qijie. In fact, he doesn't care at all. He just can't make anything bad for Pan Jinxing.

The big guys in the room were still there, and the atmosphere was not much relaxed. When I heard Qi Yunlu’s dejected report.

Zhang Qijie slapped his thighs very regretfully: "I'm careless! I shouldn't let Xiao Qi go at all! I should find someone else!"

Zheng Abao looked at Zhang Qijie and said, "It's okay, find a naive face to be a reporter and then go to the trap."

Zhang Qijie suddenly turned his head and looked at Zheng Abao, shouting timidly: "He is not prepared?"

Zheng Abao did not answer, but looked up at Qi Yunlu who was foggy next to him, and Zhang Qijie immediately shut up and said nothing.

"Master Bao, look, what else can I do for you?" Seeing that the meaning was that the other party would not let him go again, Qi Yunlu diligently asked about other errands.

Zheng Abao opened the drawer and pulled out five brand new ten-yuan banknotes from it and handed them to Qi Yunlu, saying, "Xiao Qi, aren't you very smart? We found the reporter who sent the Bible telegram. The reporter from "Haisong Election Report" was called Li Wenxin. You go find him. Ask him to buy the address. He did a pretty good job, don't talk about anything else, just say that other reporters asked you to buy this address. He pretended to be too poor to suppress the price. He pretended to be a little painful and uncomfortable, and saved it was your own."

But he turned his head and looked at Zhang Qijie opposite the table, and whispered: "Double insurance!"

"Okay!" Seeing the money, Qi Yunlu was so happy that she couldn't walk. She shouted in her stomach: "Master Bao, do you need to teach me about embezzlement of public servants? I was given this 50 yuan, will I still make changes for you!" Hurry up and go and pick it up.

Fan Linhui said from the side: "Why should I ask my men to go and find the reporter, Xiao Qi alone to find the entire county town? Isn't it too big?"

Wang Yu's family sneered: "Your people are going? Are you afraid of spreading in the county town? Are you afraid that you can't make a big deal?"

Qi Yunlu didn't want this errand that she could take away with money, so she quickly smiled and said, "The county is not big! The reporters and I are familiar with each other. They are all in the same circle, and they are so familiar with each other that they can't get along with each other anymore. When I find a reporter, I can lift all the reporters in the county. I go, I go, and I will definitely repay them before supper."

Zheng Abao sighed and said, "Just Xiao Qi went. No one said anything when he ran around the ground."

Qi Yunlu took the money and smiled so hard that she couldn't even fit her mouth.

Zhang Qijie looked at Qi Yunlu and suddenly asked, "If Xiao Qi goes, who will do the church work? Then has the church been renovated? Isn't the celebrities in the city going to take the stage to speak to the church tomorrow to celebrate Dr. Li's face-to-face holy?"

Qi Yunlu looked bitter and the church was still working, but he didn't want to miss the errand for getting money. He said, "It's okay, I am all reliable in workers. When I go to find someone, I can stare at the church. Anyway, the county seat is a slap."

"I can go to the church. Xiao Qi is focused on finding your people and looking for me if you have something to do. My people are very reliable, and I can't help you with this matter." Wang Yujia said coldly, without waiting for someone to reply. He squeezed away Qi Yunlu, who was in the middle of the house, took off his hat from the hood rack, and went out without looking back.

Fan Linhui sighed as he looked at his back, Zhang Qijie gritted his teeth and lowered his head. Zheng Abao saw that Qi Yunlu was still stunned, and waved his hand and said, "Why are you standing stupidly? Go quickly!"
Chapter completed!