Update time: 2012041209:02

【Saturday of the fifth week of the election】 6:30 pm

A typical summer rainstorm has covered Longchuan, with lightning and thunder outside the window, rainstorms are as dark as ink. The long day has disappeared early, as if the tail is cut off by this storm, fleeing in a hurry, and the night has arrived early.00rege

The train station learned from the West cannot be like traditional buildings, nor can it be like people with traditional brains reluctant to light the lights. The train will shuttle day and night without any obstacles. Then the train station must also resist wind and rain without fear of the night. Therefore, it must be illuminated. Therefore, all windows of the building lights are lit early, and torches or foreign lights are lit everywhere outside the building. Even though the people working outside still use straw raincoats that have been covered for thousands of years, the glass foreign lights that have been introduced in their hands for decades shine in the wind and rain to dispel the darkness. If you look down from the sky, despite the storm, the station is still like a group of fireflies flying in the wind and rain.

The same is true in the VIP room. A candlestick and two foreign lamps were already placed. The stationmaster Lu, who came in with the smell of rain, personally delivered two extra foreign oil lamps, placed them on the wooden coffee table against the wall. After igniting it, hesitate and covers the glass cover, twisting the iron handle outside, adjusting the oil port inside to the maximum. The flames in the glass cover seem to be shy and swells like a shy elf. After hesitation, hesitate and swells. The orange kerosene light immediately shines, squeezing like a tide, driving away the darkness. The group of people who were still moving around the sofa were like a reef, blocking the new tide of light, dragging a high black shadow on the pink wall behind it.

In addition to Lin Liuming and Shan Ji, Li Meng, Zhuang Feijiang, and Manager Wang of the Opium Pavilion were all there, as well as staff from the capital of the Foreign Medicine Guild and several strange reporters. They stood opposite the sofa, circled the low tea table in front of the sofa for half a circle and were full of crowds, and listened attentively to Yi Cheng of the sofa and Fang Bingsheng's discussion.

The generals sitting on the sofa did not look good. Yi Cheng turned his head to look at the glass window behind the sofa. Outside the window was the dark sky and the sound of heavy rain like horses galloping. He turned his head and said, "This ghost weather! It's convenient for the Liberal Party to act!"

"Our people found that the accounting manager of the textile factory sneaked into the public security bureau. Should they report to the officials to arrest people?" Shan Ji interrupted.

Yi Cheng sneered and said, "Who knows, the Liberal Party has no kindness to that Qing national anyway."

Fang Bingsheng asked, "Mr. Yi thinks what to do? Manager Wang said just now that there are people from glass factories and textile factories everywhere on both ends of the narrow street, and they are surrounded in groups of three or three, just like they are surrounded. It seems that the other party wants to force themselves. It is probably tonight, it is dark and windy, so we will ignore it?"

Yi Cheng sighed and said in pain: "The Qing dynasty is going to kill himself and jump into the other party's hands. There is nothing we can do."

Three hours ago, after receiving an urgent report from Lin Liuming, the Democratic Party immediately prepared to take action to contact Pan Jinxing. The other party may be able to form its own deadly weapon and pick it up for free.

However, Yi Cheng and Fang Bingsheng were both experienced and resourceful. They asked their subordinates to find Pan Jinxing without knowing it and not to alert the Liberal Party.

Because Pan Jinxing has money requirements for Zhang Qijie, it is like a creditor finding a debtor. Although the debtor seems to be a deadbeat, the creditor wants to kill the debtor cleanly when he comes. Isn’t no one given the debt? So from this perspective, Pan Jinxing is actually closer to the Liberal Party than the Democratic Party. No one owes him 90,000 yuan Song Yang.

Therefore, if the Liberal Party finds out that the Democratic Party already knows Pan Jinxing and takes action, it will be easy to deal with. As long as Zhang Qijie comes forward, Pan Jinxing will definitely follow him obediently, and there will always be negotiations. In this way, once it falls into the hands of the Liberal Party, even if the other party just drags Pan Jinxing in a false way, the Democratic Party will not expect to touch Pan Jinxing with a thumbs up.

Therefore, we must avoid alerting the enemy and secretly contacting Pan Jinxing.

Moreover, the Democratic Party believes that this is very likely to succeed, and Pan Jinxing also needs the debtor's enemies to support it, which will put great pressure on the debtor. Of course, the Democratic Party will actually try to draw out Pan Jinxing's killer copper against Zhang Qijie, and then go for 90,000 or 100,000 yuan, and go for his mother's grudges, love and revenge, and just use it to kill Zhang Qijie.

After several people urgently discussed, no Democratic celebrities came forward, and even the reporter of the Song Shang Economic News did not dare to send them. They found two tabloid reporters in this life and asked them to act as spies to find Pan Jinxing in the name of interviews.

But they were empty, and a rusty old Qing Dynasty lock was hung on the door. Although it seemed that it could be pulled open with your hands, the two spies did not dare to touch them, so they slammed the wall and shouted a few times. The neighbor came out and said, "Look, both of them are out."

Hearing the reward, the train station became nervous immediately. Fang Gusheng and Yi Cheng could only pray repeatedly that Pan Jinxing would not go to find Zhang Qijie. Even if he went to find him, Zhang Qijie would better sweep him out.

The newspaper reporter, the Opium Pavilion employee, and the railway station staff, 10 small characters that were not eye-catching were scattered to find this Qing dynasty. Of course, this is extremely difficult. They have never seen this person at all. They can only listen to Lin Liuming's description of what he looks like, and they are ordered by strict orders. They must not inquire in a group of two people, but can only look with their eyes. After finding them, one follows them, and the other quickly seeks Fang Bingsheng for rewards.

Fang Bingsheng and Yi Cheng were not idle either. They immediately ran out of the train station and arrived at the street outside the street entrance of the street where Pan Jinxing rented. They found a commanding height, a three-story teahouse. Fortunately, the boss was a Democratic Party's iron-core and had a lot of lottery tickets in his hand. When he saw that it was Fang Bingsheng, he was overjoyed to give whatever he wanted. So Fang Bingsheng and the others could stand in the living room of the top-floor employees, enduring the pungent smell of the staff beds in the house, staring at the narrow street entrance in the window, and even using the telescope. Shan Jilin Liuming ran to the street at another exit to stare.

No, the street rented by Pan Jinxing is too fucking: not only is it very narrow, it is full of residents and there is no business at all. It is too conspicuous when a pedestrian sways in, not to mention that he is squatting under a willow tree and staring at the door of a house. The county town is so small, and they know each other. Isn’t this a message to the Liberal Party? If you do this, you will probably swarm in a while and rob Pan Jinxing.

But the Democratic Party was lucky. Fang Bingsheng kept sweeping from one end of the long street to the other end with a telescope. As a result, he suddenly found that a little old man appeared on the one end of the long street.

He was wearing a torn Western outfit, holding an umbrella in one hand and a roll of newspaper under his arm. He kept coughing while walking, and his waist was like a shrimp. When he was coughing violently, he had to use the tip of the umbrella as a crutch to support the ground. The braids left behind his head were shaken so that his ponytail was undulating, as if he was lifted from his back to his head.

Completely consistent with the characteristics.

Fang Bingsheng, who was overjoyed, immediately let Manager Wang of the Opium Pavilion, who was doing nothing behind him, take action and pull Pan Jinxing in.

As a result, Manager Wang, who was rich and powerful, hid behind the teahouse like a tiger. As soon as Pan Jinxing walked past, he jumped out of the threshold and pulled him into the door.

"What are you doing? Robbery?" Pan Jinxing's small body was almost dispersed. After waking up, his eyes were so scared that they popped out, and he struggled to escape to the door.

Manager Wang was quick to adapt, and immediately smiled and shouted: "Our teahouse discount promotion! Are you from the Qing Dynasty? To celebrate the boss's birthday, today's Qing Dynasty people are free, there are gifts, everything is free, come on! Louxian Room!"

Upon hearing this, Pan Jinxing stopped struggling, was stunned for a while, and shouted in doubt, "Really?" Then he asked in surprise, "How do you know I am from the Qing Dynasty?"

"Oh, look at the gentleman who is elegant and arrogant, and walks with a tiger and a dragon. Who else can the Qing people who are the neighbors of our noble etiquette? Right? Yes, I am also from the Qing Dynasty, or from Fujian! When the fellow villagers meet the fellow villagers, they are crying!" Manager Wang gave Pan Jinxing a charming look with Lao Jiu's expression of pulling guests. He is very good at this. When he was a temporary worker at the Huizhou Opium Pavilion, he really used this set to deal with rich customers in the Qing Dynasty. They are both rich and easy to cheat.

"Ah, ha, it's not the Qing Dynasty, it's the Qing Dynasty. Actually, I just returned to China..." Pan Jinxing looked proud and wanted to be humble.

"Come on!" Manager Wang saw the other party's hook and threw a silver dollar to the shocked guy next to him, saying, "What's good! Hurry up!" After that, he pulled Pan Jinxing and walked towards Louya, but cursed: The same is true for those who came back from the United States, they are indeed rural guys. I believe this? If I weren't a good person, I would tie you up and sell you as a piglet to Lanfang. "When the fellow villager saw the fellow villager, I was crying." The lower half of the part was actually "I heard that I was borrowing money, get out, get out!" and even "Another fat sheep came!"

On the first and second floors, Yi Cheng and Fang Bingsheng were already waiting in the corridor. Manager Wang asked, "You are from Fujian, where are your home? Really?" Pan Jinxing, who was still struggling with this question, pushed the two of them, shut up and stopped pretending to be a fellow villager.

"Oh, Mr. Pan, welcome back to East Asia! They are all Han people. We, Hai Song, welcome you, a wanderer, to return to your hometown." Yi Cheng rushed forward and held Pan Jinxing's jaws with both hands and shook them hard.

"Yes, yes, it's really our honor for Mr. Pan to come to our country. Are you living well? Are you eating well? We are happy to help if there are any difficulties." Fang Bingsheng smiled so much that he couldn't see his eyes.

"Are you?" Looking at the two guys in a straight suit and smiling trembling with their branches, they were wearing military twin telescopes on their chests. Pan Jinxing's mind was full of inexplicableness, and his eyes were cross-eyed.

In the private room, there were not enough tea and fruits. Fang Bingsheng, who was impatient, told him straight to the point.

Pan Jinxing was surprised and shouted with the expression of the famous actor just recognized the ticket after removing his makeup: "Democratic Party? Are you a famous eunuch? You are so famous. The newspapers at Fuzhou Port are all your business. The 'four-eyed poisonous snake' that keeps the grave but not the head, is the railway Xiaofang?"

"Which newspaper do you read?!" Fang Bingsheng shouted helplessly.

Pan Jinxing curled his lips hostilely, raised his gaze and looked at Fang Bingsheng's smooth and shiny three-seven-part head shape. He struggled to touch his shriveled braid from behind. He walked around his neck and sneered at Fang Bingsheng with the tip of his whip: "Although I have been in a foreign country for thousands of years, I am still a native of the Qing Dynasty. You can learn Western learning, but what's wrong with learning? You have to learn railways, shake the earth and shovel people's ancestral graves? Could it be that you have all believed in foreign religions and betrayed your ancestors? Are you not afraid of retribution when doing railways?"

After a while, Yi Cheng and Fang Bingsheng were stunned. After a while, Fang Bingsheng cursed: "If there was no Haigan Line, how could you, a foodie, come to Longchuan so quickly?! I betrayed my ancestors? My ancestors have moved their ancestors to the Fengshui treasure land in the capital. The Fengshui is so good that it is so good that it is blue. Other ancestors are concerned about my bird's business! Look at your poor and destitute appearance, can you move your grave? Can you afford to hire an underground Fengshui master who acts like a cult because of the law, can you afford to build a new ancestral tomb with Western reinforced concrete? Just like you, you scold me, a glass man? Just your broken goods are loyal to ethics and love the Qing Dynasty? Are you worthy? Do you love the Qing Dynasty and the ancestors, do you love you? Fight against the Nei Lao Mou!!!"

Seeing that Pan Jinxing didn't like the railway, Yi Cheng quickly stood up and said, "Mr. Pan, you misunderstood. Whatever keeps graves or heads is just a traitor who spreads rumors. They give landlords a lot of money to compensate the landlords. Why are the newspapers in Fuzhou who ruled for us for the people and the honest and honest Democratic Party spread rumors? It must be Zheng Abao's group of bastards who smuggled and slandered our newspapers in Fuzhou."

"Who are you? The newspaper has never seen you, you are definitely not a candidate." Pan Jinxing put the roll of newspaper in his hand on the table, and it seemed that he liked reading newspapers very much.

"I am also from the Democratic Party, and I was sent by the capital to assist Bingsheng." Yi Cheng introduced himself.

Fang Bingsheng held back his anger, smiled and interrupted, "This is the Grand Marshal of Longchuan of our Democratic Party, Mr. Yi Chengyi, he is the leader of the Foreign Medicine Guild of Haisong First Consortium."

It would be fine if you didn’t introduce it. As soon as you introduced it, Pan Jinxing stood up his eyes and pointed at Yi Cheng and shouted: “Are you from the Song Dynasty Foreign Medicine Guild?”

"Yes...yes... what advice does Mr. Pan have?" Seeing that Pan Jinxing's expression was wrong, Yi Cheng was startled and asked stuttered.

Pan Jinxing slapped the table and shouted: "Your Opium Pavilion is so damn bad! I can't say that you are selling opium like this in Asia and America? I finished smoking the opium I brought from Fuzhou. I went to your state-owned opium restaurant this afternoon and almost choked me to death. Now I'm coughing, and my throat is the same as being a knife! Do you sell opium? You sell sawdust! The blatant adulteration and selling counterfeits are five or six times higher than the Qing Dynasty! This is simply not treating us smokers as humans."

Yi Cheng was stunned for a while and thought to himself: "Damn, I offended this master inadvertently." He quickly laughed and said, "That must be a misunderstanding that I have someone to return and exchange for opium for you."

"Return and exchange? You can pull it!" Pan Jinxing roared: "I went to your Longchuan Opium Pavilion in the afternoon to question it. Guess what? The man at the counter immediately stood up and smiled as if I was his father. When he heard that I was going to question and refund the money, his eyelids immediately drooped and sat down like a grandson. He let me speak righteously for half an hour, but he didn't raise his eyelids after reading the newspaper behind the counter.

Finally, I asked me: ‘Have you finished speaking?’

I was dry and stomped my feet and said, "Do you want to refund the money?"

He said, ‘Okay, wait.’

Then I bent down and touched the things in the cabinet below. I thought I wanted to refund the money, but guess what?

The bastard took out a kitchen knife, slashed at my forehead, and shouted: "Get out of your mother, do you believe it or not, I will kill you!"

I stepped back and shouted: "You sell fakes and shoddy products and kill people, I want to report to the official!"

The beast sneered: "Report your mother! This opium restaurant was opened by the imperial court!"

As he said that, he even pushed open the counter door and came out to chase me!

A hero does not suffer any loss at the moment, and I am an elegant person who adheres to the teachings of Confucius and Mencius. I do not have the same knowledge as your barbarians, so I have to retreat temporarily!”

After hearing this, Fang Bingsheng looked at Pan Jinxing, whose chest was so ups and downs that he was as angry as a toad. He blinked his eyes, his face was very complicated, and he couldn't help it anymore, so he turned his head away, avoided Yi Cheng and Pan Jinxing, and laughed at the wall.

Yi Cheng behind him had already pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat, and said embarrassedly: "Our foreign medicine guild has already tried Western scientific management service rules, and has repeatedly refused to act roughly on customers, otherwise the salary will be deducted, bonuses or even expelled. The service satisfaction rate has reached 100%. This Longchuan employee must be a temporary worker, no, he must be a temporary worker! I will criticize him severely, no, I will fire him."

The angry Pan Jinxing interrupted Yi Cheng again and shouted: "I know in the United States that your emperor Zhao San, with force, promotes cults and learns Britain and the United States in all respects. Although he bullies his teachers and destroys his ancestors, he will not know what retribution will happen in the future. But the economy is not bad. Now I have come and see with my own eyes. Industry and commerce have such a meaning as the American one. It is free to open, free competition, and there are not many levies and taxes. It is very good. But why is the opium industry such an important industry left to the Zhong Jialiang monopolize? What is this? Not to mention the opium restaurant in the Qing Dynasty, even a migrant workers' opium restaurant in Fujian, from the quality of goods and service level, immediately kills your magnificent state-owned tobacco restaurant! It's really an embroidered pillow! It's bright outside and it's a stunning inside!"

Fang Bingsheng could no longer twist his head, staring at the wall, pressing his shoulders tightly against the urge to shake. If no one was there, he might roll around with laughter: This bastard named Pan is so funny. What do you think you are here to give advice? You can't stand this person and you can't stand that person. Moreover, Yi Cheng was so serious about a big statement that he was talking about jokes with such a living treasure. He could not criticize or argue, and could not even hold back his face.

Yi Cheng was really embarrassed: Usually, he might have to let Manager Wang come in and find a kitchen knife to insult his guild, and chased and chopped three streets, but today he really couldn't offend him.

While wiping his sweat, he forced a smile: "Mr. Pan is worthy of being a person who has been in the United States for ten thousand years. He is very knowledgeable and knowledgeable. All he says is true insight. Yi admires Wuxue. However, our Majesty is the Emperor of God, and our faith is not a cult. With the teachings of Jesus and the Emperor of God, our party is about to make a decision for Mr. Pan today to repay you with justice."

"What's justice?" Pan Chuixing, who was full of anger, was stunned.

Fang Bingsheng finally found an opportunity to make himself serious. He turned his body "swish", pressed his chest against the table, stretched his head towards Pan Jinxing, and knocked his fingers on the table and said seriously: "Mr. Pan, we have read your flyer and I fully believe that you are all true. And we have received a secret report, and the Liberal Party is planning to be unfavorable to you."

"Disadvantage? What's unfavorable?" Pan Jinxing was not afraid, but looked confused.

Yi Cheng said anxiously: "They may want to kidnap you!"

Fang Bingsheng nodded repeatedly and added: "It's not only kidnapping, but also murdering people to silence them!"

Pan Jinxing finally had a hint of horror in his eyes, but immediately he laughed: "Don't it? Why did Zhang Qijie dare to do? He owes me and my brother two lives! He still has to silence me if he doesn't give me an explanation? What a joke? Let me tell you, a reporter has interviewed me, and I will soon want newspapers. Zhang Qijie is in the election, and he dare not not ow me debts. I have met Wang Yu's family in the church. He said that Zhang Qijie has promised to give money but can't give so much, because the money is all in the capital, and there is really not that much cash."

"You believe it too, Wang Yu's family? Have you never heard of Li Guangxi saying one thing and doing another? The Liberals are all hypocrites. They want to stabilize you and are going to attack you secretly!" Fang Bingsheng shouted with a stern voice.

"Yes, Mr. Pan, you are a foreigner, who is not familiar with Longchuan. You can't even cross the river dragon, but you want to make a big spy and ask for money for Zhang Qijie, the biggest and most sinister local snake. If he was a good person, he wouldn't have ruined you ten years ago and his family would be destroyed!! You believed him ten years ago, but you had nothing left. Why do you still believe him ten years later? Are you planning to be bitten by the same snake twice?" Yi Cheng advised with heartache.

Pan Jinxing finally seemed frightened. He spread his hands nervously and said, "I have read the newspaper. Zhang Qijie now believes in foreign religions and is an elder. The Liberal Party says they are all very pious people. I also know some Jesus. Those who do not allow these things to do. If he owes me, he should give them to me. How can it be worse and worse?

Yi Cheng and Fang Bingsheng looked at each other, with ridicule in their eyes. Fang Bingsheng sneered: "You just said that Christianity is a cult, why did you suddenly rely on this cult again?"

"It is undoubtedly stupid to join a cult to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors. However, after this group of idiots believed it, they are not bad and much more reliable." Pan Jinxing said in disappointment.

Yi Cheng came over and shouted, "No matter what, the other party is planning to attack you, you must be prepared. Why not stay at our train station, we will ask you for interviews with reporters and post headlines to you. As long as you have our protection and the publicity of the newspaper industry is well known, Zhang Qijie and others dare not touch your thumb."

Fang Bingsheng also stretched his neck longer and asked, "I heard that you have a personal certificate address, where is it? Tell us, we will send someone to protect him immediately!"

"I've been interviewed!" Pan Jinxing seemed a little convinced, but as a Chinese worker, he didn't have the chance to be a newspaper in the United States. When Song Guo interviewed a tabloid, he felt satisfied with his vanity and thought it was something extraordinary. Then he thought for a while and said, "What you said makes sense. Without evidence, I have no basis for saying it: People's hearts must be deceitful. I'll leave the only address to reporter Li, but I've already kept the address in my heart. I'll write it down for you."

Fang Bingsheng and Yi Cheng both rush to touch their pockets, took out their pencil and notebook and handed them to Pan Jinxing.

Pan Jinxing took the pencil and wanted to write, but suddenly stopped moving.

"What's wrong?" Yi Cheng shouted.

"Write it! Did you forget the words when you picked up the pen? It doesn't matter! Think slowly!" Fang Bingsheng clenched his fists and shouted.

Pan Jinxing held his pen and did not move, but his eyes looked at the desktop in front of the notebook, as if he was thinking about something. He kept this posture for a while. He suddenly smiled and threw the pencil on the table "bang", and said carelessly: "Forgot! I can't remember!"

"What?! Then think about it quickly!" Fang Bingsheng and Yi Cheng shouted at the same time.

Pan Jinxing was startled, looked at the two impatient people, then laughed "puffed" and said, "You Yi Song and the Western Church are stupid."
To be continued...