245  Smoke

Facing the gun, Zheng Abao put his waist on his cigar and lit Song Dongsheng under the steps, shouting: "Mr. Song, your horse is easy to move, are you easy to move? What does this matter have to do with me? He jumped down by himself, or I sent it to the clinic and you don't thank me, but what is the reason to point a gun at me? Elections are originally a fight of literature, not a rudeness. Don't forget your identity. We are the most successful businessmen in the empire, representing the responsibility of Jing Ying. You always do things that are not in line with your identity. I think your boss Li yùting would definitely be heartbroken if he was here? How did he educate you?"

Hearing this, Song Dongsheng, who had been yelling at his subordinates who were holding him and stopping him, "Does go and let me kill him", finally stopped moving. Zheng Abao meant that we were killing horses, not killing generals. If we dared to shoot Zheng Abao, the first one who wanted his life would not be the brothers' arms, but his own boss Li yùting - this company might be destroyed by him.

And he will be finished in his life, and Empire and Jing Ying will not let him go.

"I won't let you go, you scum." Finally, she lowered her gun. Song Dongsheng shouted at Zheng Abao, who was descending from the steps with a crying voice. After roaring, he turned to the road and ran towards him. He paused on the road and raised his head and roared wildly again. People on the street heard his roar: "Weng Quanguang, you idiot."

Looking at Song Dongsheng's back running away, Zheng Abao on the steps spread his hands innocently with a cigar in his mouth, saying that he didn't know why he insulted him and Weng Quanguang.

Then he looked at the reporters gathered together again in front of him and smiled: "Although Mr. Weng Quanguang is still a candidate, but we are in the election, we cannot delay the affairs of the court. Mr. Weng has been broken. As the saying goes, it is said that it is a hundred days of injury. He can't run for the election. Maybe we can't keep up with us. We can do more for the people and benefit the people. So our Liberal Party starts to exchange Weng Quanguang's lottery tickets from today, every penny of silver. You hear that one hundred Weng Quanguang has changed one by one. You must know that Mr. Weng Quanguang and Huang En are unsuitable horses. There are no friends, no party, and the courage is really commendable... But doing this is stupid, and stupid, and the only ones that are not valuable at all are our Liberal Party and the Democratic Party who fight in the army. This time, and in the future."

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When Zheng Abao held a press conference immediately with his face full of blood, the Democratic Party Fang Bingsheng, Shanji and several candidates and reporters were on a small yacht, leisurely fishing on the Dongjiang River for fun.

This yacht is free. When it sounds like the Democratic Party wants to use it, Weng Quanguang immediately asked someone to give the small yacht to them for free, and also provided some fruits, wine and a good local chef. After all, Song Dongsheng is currying about the Democratic Party, otherwise who would dare to fight with a madman like Zheng Abao alone?

Yesterday, the military supervisor and commander sent by the Supreme Emperor Zhong Jialiang hurried back to the capital. Fang Bingsheng thought that the Liberal Party was mainly fighting in internal struggles and seemed to have no big moves. Moreover, everyone fought too hard in the past two weeks and was exhausted. It would be better to take a break while the boss was away, so he came out to play with the head of a reporter from the public relations newspaper.

Of course, the funds are all recorded in the election accounts and will be paid by Zhong Jialiang.

Of course, everyone felt that Fang Bingsheng was so angry that he went to Dongjiang to have fun. He planned to fish and eat a whole fish banquet, have a good drink, and have fun until the evening.

The fishing was so good this time. There was a sunshade on the boat that couldn't be sunbathed. Everyone sat there, took off their shoes, reached into the river barefoot while fishing with fishing rods, talking and laughing, and servants kept delivering food and drinks. The fruit and wine were soaked in the water tanks they brought on the boat. When they were taken out, they were all cold. In the kitchen, the chef directly removed the scales and internal organs of the fish, and waited for a fish feast.

Unexpectedly, at 11 noon, when everyone on the yacht was fishing barefoot under the sun visor, Stationmaster Lu ran over the shore, jumping and feet, holding his hands together and shouting wildly.

After shouting for ten minutes, Lin Liuming noticed it. He stood up and walked around the side of the boat, and saw the blue uniform dancing towards him, waving his hands wildly.

Before Fang Bingsheng and others' boat landed on the dock, Stationmaster Lu was anxiously in his kù leather shoes and walked into the water. He hurriedly walked to a waist-deep place. He held the ship's side and shouted: "Mr. Fang hurried back to the city. It is said that Zheng Abao destroyed Weng Quanguang and Weng Quanguang were already unconscious and lying in the clinic."

"What did you say?" Fang Bingsheng originally wanted to put on an air, but when he heard this, he was so shocked that he knelt on the bow of the ship, reached out and grabbed Stationmaster Lu's collar, and asked in disbelief: "Really? What's going on?"

"I don't know the specific situation: I heard that Weng Quanguang's wife and Song Dongsheng had a quarrel. In desperation, they issued an emergency order from Longchuantang, preparing to summon people to kill Zheng Abao. But not to mention that Longchuantang has no leader, even if Weng Quanguang and Shanzhu are there, who dares to offend Zheng Abao? I am afraid of going to die, the big figures of the hún gang ran away with various excuses and bought train tickets. Now they are sitting in the waiting room, just waiting for the first train to come and leave. I listened to them discussing whether to leave or simply report to the government to the government and the dark people in Sany Square. The Liberal Party all went to the square with the sun, and there were reporters. Zheng Abao said there was still a notice of major events." Stationmaster Lu shouted in the waist-deep water.

"Weng Quanguang was so stupid that he was so stupid? How could this be possible? Didn't he practice it?" Fang Bingsheng shouted, regardless of his demeanor, and stood up and jumped into the water with his leather shoes, and wading onto the shore. While sitting in the mud and wearing leather shoes, he turned his head to look at the shore, shouting, "Xiao Lu, don't you come here?"

"Oh, Mr. Fang, I really didn't expect to get a carriage when I learned about this kind of thing. I went to the wharf to find you in a hurry. You didn't say where to fish, but you only knew that it must be on the riverside. Then I ran along the river bank, and the rickshaw was left at the wharf by me." Stationmaster Lu shouted in the water.

"Damn Zheng Abao, Xiao Lu, you go back to the train station and send a telegram to Zhong Jialiang." Fang Bingsheng didn't care about the car, put on his leather shoes, ran towards the county town and ran away.

The Democratic Party was panting and sweating, and staggering into the crowded Trinity Square, the crowd was already screaming.

Fang Bingsheng, who was so tired that he couldn't walk, was supported by the mountain and rushed into the crowd desperately. He saw that there were only two people visible on the Liberal Party platform: Zheng Abao and Zhang Qijie.

Zheng Abao's face was covered with dry blood, which looked very strange and terrifying. After Zhang Qi got together, he paved back. Although he smiled continuously, he was like a terrifying tiger.

Zhang Qijie was sweating in front of the stage, and his body was trembling with movement. He kept clenching fists at the crowd below the stage, and his braids were pulled from behind.

Fang Bingsheng and others rushed to the stage and heard Zhang Qijie clearly:

"Think about it, if there is another railway in Longchuan, we will not be the top ten model small cities, but medium-sized cities."

"One railway is so rich, let Longchuan develop. What if two? What if Longchuan is a hub?"

"Everyone can benefit our descendants, we are taller than the people of Heyuan when we go out of Fuxian. In the future, we will find Heyuan NV son-in-law, and they will say they are climbing up to us."

"Old Zhang, ask me how much money I want? I don't know if we are elected, because of Young Master Bao, he is so afraid that he will not be short of money. I will invest as much as I have. Read the newspaper? Songyou Tie Electric's stock price doubled in a few days the day before yesterday, and our investment will be one or two and a hundred and three."

Listening to Zhang Qijie's incitement strong words and looking at the Longchuan people in the audience with a crazy expression, Fang Bingsheng blinked in his eyes: "What is the Liberal Party talking about railways? Isn't this our Song You Tie-Director or the Democratic Party?"

As he said that, Zhang Qijie took a stack of flyers from the servant behind him and scattered them out of the platform with the force of a shè cannonball. For a moment, the crowd jumped like a fish entering the net. The crowd was boiling, and countless hands reached out to grab the flyers all over the sky.

Li Meng was tall, jumped up and grabbed a picture, and immediately gave it to Fang Bingsheng. Fang Bingsheng took it over and saw that his glasses almost flashed away. It was written on it, "The Liberal Party's Call for His Majesty on the Representatives of the People's Majesty: Self-raised funds to start the Longmei Branch"

This iron river is obviously equivalent to the monopoly of our Songyou Tie Electric. How can you raise funds by yourself? The court gave you a policy? The Ministry of Works has approved it? You are going to smash our jobs. You are simply disregarding the court.

In fact, although he was Weng Jianguang's confidant, Fang Bingsheng knew nothing about the storm that had happened in the capital these days. Weng Jianguang didn't tell him at all. This was because at the beginning, Weng Jianguang didn't want to withdraw Fang Bingsheng. Besides, the election was about to end. If Fang Bingsheng was withdrawn at this critical moment, it would be completely offending Zhong Jialiang.

In the capital, Zhong Jialiang is considering increasing his own chips for the Democratic Party with Song You, which will become famous in the Iron River Jumping, while Weng Jianguang also hopes to increase his own chips for the Democratic Party's momentum in the election; although the two sides have some suspicion and rifts, they both pretend not to know each other, so Fang Bingsheng, who is far away in Longchuan, has never obtained any information and information.

But in an instant, Fang Bingsheng understood the seriousness of this matter. He raised his head in disbelief and horror. On the platform, Zheng Abao pushed open the Zhang Qijie and stood in front of the crowd. He stretched his thumb and poked him down and shouted:

"You should know me, right? Do I have any share of it? Now the people of Longchuan can subscribe to funds. There is no limit on starting with one yuan. I use my brother's arms factory as a base to accept all the money that is not enough to raise funds across the country. I have bought it for you, but I am afraid that there are too many people who want to raise funds, and the money is too much to be used up, but don't worry, even if you raise 100 million yuan, you Longchuan people will definitely invest in shares and use it first."

"As long as the emperor allows us, we will repair it immediately, so the money is included in the original shares, and you will get the stock! You can easily sit and pay dividends to see that the Haigan line is so prosperous, and you will make a profit and no compensation. If I, Zheng Abao, cannot do it, the money raised will be returned intact, and the bank interest will be returned according to time. I will sign the contract immediately. The contract fundraising department has asked the ** official, and the lord agrees, so it will be set up in the front yard of the yamen mén room."

After a few words, the crowd was silent for a moment, suppressing and excited thinking, allowing the heavy breathing to circle in the square like the wind.

Zhang Qijie walked up again, and chou gave out a piece of paper and shouted to the audience: "This is the contract that Master Bao and I made. I was the first to sign a contract. I invested 30,000 silver dollars. This is what I put in. I invested all the spare money in the bank. I am the first to start a Western learning workshop in Longchuan, the first to buy land near the railway, the first to start a large Western factory, and the first to actively sign up for election for parliament; Is it a lie to be the first to be the first to raise funds for private equity? Is it a lie to follow me, Zhang Qijie, to get rich?"

These words and his personal experience were too inciting the people of Longchuan, and someone immediately shouted: "I'll sign but wait for me for an hour, I'll go to the bank to get the money."

The crowd was moving, and many rich people and reporters rushed forward, wanting to ask about the specific things.

Fang Bingsheng was already anxious. He stepped on the mountain. The other party picked him up in a sympathetic manner and asked him to go up high again. Then Fang Bingsheng shouted at Zheng Abao and Zhang Qijie on the platform with his greatest voice: "Stop it. Is this illegal fundraising? What policy allows you to build railways in the private world? Do you believe it or not?"

The square was quiet, and Zheng Abao saw Fang Bingsheng who was rushing out of the sea of ​​people and grinned. He walked over and stood on the edge of the platform, with one hand in a kù bag, and pointed at Fang Bingsheng who was glaring at the other hand, looking leisurely and disregarded. He replied loudly: "What illegal fundraising? Did there be some years before the election? Isn't it also elected now? Why? Isn't the election? Isn't it just to let the public opinion reach the heavens? Is it just to elect elected officials to make decisions for the people? Isn't it just to the emperor and the court reflecting the sufferings of the people and the demands of the people?"

After saying that, Zheng Abao turned around, faced the crowd, spread his hands, and shouted: "Famous people, we are given by His Majesty in the election. It was a national sensation. Our request spread throughout the empire within a few hours. It will reach the court and His Majesty within an hour. I have sent a telegram to His Majesty the request to His Majesty through a telegram. What are you afraid of? I am carrying the money for you and you earn risks. I will carry it anyway. No matter how dangerous your penny is, and Your Majesty loves you people from Longchuan the most. He reads every news. He heard that he still has a ha.

Haha, Dr. Li met the Saint Lord. If you support him enthusiastically and support him, the Saint Lord knew that Longchuan people wanted to build this railway, and they didn't want the money from the court. What a great thing. He knew that we were serving the king and sharing the country's worries. He nodded and the Longmei Line became the entire Longchuan. It will be developed for ten years, twenty years, fifty years, one hundred years, your grandsons will enjoy happiness. Afraid of death. It's not that the Liberal Party dare not make a fortune. It's not that the Liberal Party is looking at Longchuan and listening to Longchuan. When you shrink your eggs at this time, you will be poor for the rest of your life."

Then, Zhang Qijie took a step forward, stood side by side with Zheng Abao, yelling at the sky: "You have figured it out, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The people of Longchuan will definitely reach the sky and listen to it, shocking the whole country. I missed this time. Even if I missed these two weeks, the opportunity may be gone. It is not that the Liberal Party dares not make a fortune. It is not that the Liberal Party, we must build roads and build roads."

The square was quiet for a few seconds, and then the Liberal Party fans first agreed and shouted: "It's not that the Liberal Party is afraid of death, but that's not that the Liberal Party is not that I don't have to suffer poverty. I'll sign a contract with Your Majesty. We want to build roads and build roads."

Then the Democratic Party and others were immediately infected. After all, it was so cool to come to another railway. And they were shareholders. Soon they also shouted: "The Democratic Party is not afraid of death in order to make a fortune. Our Majesty is not afraid of death. We must build roads and build roads."

Half a minute later, the people in the square were following Zhang Qijie's crazy roaring: "Your Majesty, we need to build roads and build roads."

But three years ago, the Longchuan people yelled in anger: "Your Majesty, we don't want railways." In just three years, the Ming people were able to shout a slogan.
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