After listening to Lin Liuming's report, Fang Bingsheng and Shan Ji stared at each other with their eyes. For a full minute, Lin Liuming next to him looked at him and saw that the expressions on their faces changed from stupidity to ecstasy at the same time. They also hit the high fives in the air. Fang Bingsheng suddenly bowed and punched the table, turned and pointed at Lin Liuming and said, "The action is to be settled and go to Qi Yunlu to inform Mr. Huang not to move."

Then Fang Bingsheng rushed out of the conference room, and shouts came from the corridor like a train whistle: "I'll send a telegram to the boss for instructions."

The pheasant in the conference room knelt on the ground like his legs broke, his eyes closed, his hands folded, and murmured: "Thank you, my loving Virgin Mary, you saved my child's life..."

"Two more crazy..." Lin Liuming came back from his horror, muttered disdainfully, and turned around and went out to find Mr. Huang.

However, the ecstasy lasted very short.

Two hours later, the telegrapher at Longchuan Station was sweating and silenced. This was not a great and difficult task he was carrying out. In fact, the transceiver was silent. After sending a long telegram to the headquarters just now, there was no new telegram to him, so he could not do anything and could only sit down. However, this helplessness was not a deliberate state of slacking off, which made him nervous and sweat profusely.

Because behind him, Deputy General Fang Bingsheng and Chief of the Huizhou Station Shanji Section, the two of them moved stools and sat side by side behind him, neither moving nor speaking, their eyes stared at him and the transceiver in front of him, and their boss, Stationmaster Lu's leather shoes kept walking eastward and two steps westward at the door, just like rain eaves dripping water, dripping for an hour.

This stingy person made the little telegrapher restless, as if under his butt was not a rattan chair but a huge cactus.

At 11 a.m., the long-awaited telegram finally arrived. The entire railway station office building heard a scream from the direction of the telegram room. The staff in the office below the telegram room were so scared that they stood up, with a jingling sound above their heads, "Mr. Fang? Are they fighting upstairs?" One person asked his colleague in surprise.

It was indeed Weng Jianguang who sent him. He received Fang Bingsheng's explanation telegram - the Pan Jinxing incident in Longchuan changed. Pan Jinxing himself gave up the assets of up to 300,000 yuan and still gave Zhang Qijie. It was a bit too far-fetched to assume that Zhang Qijie would assassinate him again at this moment - Weng Jianguang had no choice. The telegram was short and concise or plain text, just three words: "Then forget it."

I guess it's too depressed and I forgot to add punctuation.

Fang Bingsheng and Shan Ji hugged each other warmly, and they almost burst into tears - finally there was no need to hold their heads to gain wealth, which was so scary.

After jumping and calling for a while, Fang Bingsheng grabbed the stationmaster Lu who came over to get intimate, and shouted excitedly: "Xiao Lu, please find someone to pick up Mr. Huang, and let this bastard leave quickly."

"I'm sending someone to pick him up right away." Webmaster Lu had a little unclear expression and asked again: "Who did you ask me to pick him up?"

Webmaster Lu didn't know about the killer. The killer was picked up by Lin Liuming's man holding a big sign at the exit.

"You go there in person. In Qi Yunlu's company, the surname is Huang, don't ask anything. If you go, pick him up and take him away as quickly as possible, don't let him come to my place, I just pretend that I don't know." Fang Bingsheng was worried, so he simply asked Webmaster Lu to pick him up in person.

Seeing Xiao Lu's back disappear, Fang Bingsheng and Shan Ji went to the cafeteria with laughter. Although framed the Liberal Party to eliminate the Longmei Line is very important to everyone's interests in Songyou Tie-Director, it is anyone who takes the ** bag to die, and that person can't laugh. The move by the Foreign Medicine Guild is too poisonous and dangerous. It is a challenge to the court. Fortunately, God gave grace today, so there is no need to do it. Fang Bingsheng and Shan Ji felt relieved. After taking off the "** bag" in their waists, they were all relaxed. Shan Ji simply ran to the kitchen of Longchuan Station to ask the chefs to make a table of good wine and dishes, and reward themselves and Fang Bing for survival in life and death.

Fang Bingsheng returned to the guest room by himself, washed his face, changed his clothes full of smoke. He listened to the whistle sound from the window, and a train drove out. He walked to the window, opened the window, looked at the white smoke that was leaving, smelled the smell of coal smoke, and murmured: "What a great railway......... It would be great if it was all ours......."

At this moment, the door was slammed, "Who?" Fang Bingsheng was pulled out of his sadness, and walked towards the door a little unhappy, muttering in his heart that someone had made a big fuss, how could he knock on the door like this?

But before he could reach the door, he had a loud bang and the door was violently kicked open.

Fang Bingsheng looked at Ou Xingsun with a gun in amazement, and the sheriffs in the corridor behind him.

"This...this...this...this is wrong?" Fang Bingsheng asked in disbelief. The scene in front of him was really hard to understand.

Ou Xingsun looked at Fang Bingsheng with his eyes confused, confused and unable to believe what he did, but after seeing that Fang Bingsheng had no weapons, he still inserted the gun back into the holster. The official Fang Bingsheng said, "Fang Bingsheng. Someone reported that you were sheltering the killer in an attempt to assassinate a foreigner, interfering with the election, I took you away on the order of the ** official to investigate."

Then he turned his head and shouted at his subordinates: "The railway station cannot be closed, but take over the telegram room and take away everything with words."

"What? Are you wrong?" Fang Bingsheng still couldn't believe it. How could this happen to him? When could the sheriff take him away for investigation?

But Ou Xingsun probably didn't know what to say. In order to hide his weakness, he twisted Fang Bingsheng's arm from the way up.

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Just as Shan Ji excitedly told the chefs about their tastes and Fang Bingsheng, a silent and tense drama was being staged in "Longchuan Hong Kong International Construction Company".

The killer sat on Qi Yunlu's boss chair, and looked over the matchbox with three fingers expressionlessly, and placed the expensive sniper rifle under his feet with the rangefinder;

In front of him, Lin Liuming and Qi Yunlu sat side by side on the sofa, as if they were kidnapped, and as if they were looking for a job candidate who had been waiting for their master to come for a long time, they were restless.

One of them grew up and the other looked a little mean, but they both stared at each other, and the killer turned his head unhappily.

As soon as he turned his head, he heard Qi Yunlu shouting: "Brother, are you thirsty? I'll go downstairs to buy you some sweet water?"

"Don't call me brother, I'm younger than you, I don't drink water, don't eat pineapples, don't eat bananas, don't smoke, can you be quiet? How many times have you asked? I'm waiting for a message?" The killer turned around and shouted helplessly.

But as soon as Qi Yunlu shut up, Lin Liuming had already interrupted: "Ah? Brother Huang, you don't seem to have any hobbies in life. Don't smoke, do you drink? Your job is so hard? It's similar to a monk?"

The killer was so angry that he bleed out, and he looked at Lin Liuming and shouted: "Don't call me brother, okay? Why are you two talking so much? Why do the employer asks you two guys to come? Don't they read the newspaper? After reading your reports, I knew you must be a chatterbox."

"We are so famous? He knows it all." The two looked at each other and laughed shamelessly, making the killer so angry that he almost turned his back.

At this moment, Stationmaster Lu came and asked, "Who is Mr. Huang? I'll pick you up to the train station."

"Who are you?" asked the killer who was already standing up alertly.

"His stationmaster Lu is from the train station," Qi Lin and the others were overjoyed and explained.

I came to pick him up to the train station for no reason, so this must be what the employer meant. The killer nodded and turned around and bent down to get the luggage for the gun.

At this moment, he heard two sounds in his ear: "Don't move and raise your hands."

The killer's movements immediately froze. He slowly turned around, watching Lin Liuming and Qi Yunlu standing up on the sofa, holding a revolver in his hands toward him.

"What are you doing with Lao Lin Xiaoqi? It's not my business." Webmaster Lu was frightened and slowly retreated to the base of the wall, leaning his whole body against the wall.

"What kind of work is this? I shouldn't have taken this job at all." The killer looked calm and muttered helplessly. After saying that, he raised his head and asked, "What? Are you going to silence or be a bad person? Anyway, you are not sheriffs, and sheriffs cannot be candidates."

"Boy, you are quite familiar with the election rules. Stop talking nonsense and lie on the ground quickly." Lin Liuming bypassed the coffee table and seemed to be very happy to set the barrel and pointed at the center floor of the room.

"Yes, I just said nonsense, now you are the nonsense, hurry up and lie down and listen to our Brother Lin." Qi Yunlu proudly rushed out of the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, standing side by side with Lin Liuming.

The killer slowly walked out of the desk area, came to the two of them, looked at Lin Liuming and said, "Oh, I bought you a hundred yuan lottery ticket, but I didn't expect that the person on the lottery was pressed with a gun, just like a dream."

"We are all candidates, which is different from civilians. It is your honor to be held by us. You can be in prison..." Qi Yunlu continued to smugly and said, with her left hand on her hips.

At that time, the killer who was slowly bowing his waist seemed to be lying down suddenly rushed forward, and rushed forward like a shrimp, stretched forward with one hand and held the barrel of Lin Liuming's hand. Lin Liuming's dumbfounded finger subconsciously hooked the trigger, but the killer was faster. He raised his arm and pointed Lin Liuming's arm and pistol at the ceiling at the same time.

At this moment, the killer did not forget Qi Yunlu. The other party was shocked and wanted to point the gun at the killer again: but the posture of talking with the gun just now was handsome, but when he was nervous, let alone touching the trigger, the pistol almost lost his hand; the killer held the gun with Lin Liuming in one hand, kicked Qi Yunlu away.

With a "bang", the bullet fired, shooting a hole in the ceiling.

"Oh" screamed, Lin Liuming seemed to be frightened by his own gun and closed his eyes and shook his head. The killer punched him in the chest. He staggered back and tripped on the coffee table, and fell to the ground with his back. The gun in his hand had long been snatched away.

There were also ding Dingdang and oh screams there. Qi Yunlu retreated all the way and hit his filing cabinet, and fell to the ground. When he was kicked, the pistol took off and fell to the killer's feet.

The killer bent down to pick up the pistol, and now he was with one gun. He looked at the two useless middle-aged men lying on the floor and moaning with confusion. He looked like he saw two groundhogs trying to bully the wolf, and asked puzzledly: "What the hell are you doing..."

But before he finished speaking, a dull "bang" sound, the killer's voice stopped abruptly, and he fell heavily to the ground, revealing the stationmaster Lu holding the little angel bronze sculpture behind him.

"They are two trash." Webmaster Lu said to the two people who were standing up with their waists and their heads on the ground, moaning and struggling.

"It's not our fault, sir, I'm a surveillance, I'm smoking opium every day and occasionally inquire about information. This is definitely not as good as others in this attack," Lin Liuming shouted.

"Yes, he is on the spot, I will do it. This is not an action team. Lord Lu, you are so young and powerful, is it the legendary Tianzhu?" Qi Yunlu also held the file cabinet and climbed up.

Webmaster Lu picked up two guns and threw them to them. He pulled out the rope and tied up the killer. He replied casually: "Bad, I'm also sitting in the spotlight."

"There is no heavenly punishment, do you ask us to deal with this person?" Lin Liuming changed his face.

"There is a reward, anyway, you have to report to the official. Our Longchuan team of the Missionary Department intervenes, and you will get more rewards." Stationmaster Lu said while tied up people, then raised his head to look at Lin Liuming, with a very failed expression: "Oh, I forgot that you, Lao Lin, are rich."

Lin Liuming said generously: "Xiao Lu, come on, if you work so hard, you will become an adult who many people call you in the future. The future is limitless. It is not something like me who can compare to me who is a spy in order to use the status of the court as a spy."

Qi Yunlu laughed and asked, "Lao Lin, are you just telling me about the identity of the court?"

"Bad, I am loyal to the emperor." Lin Liuming embarrassedly denied that he had failed. After all, those who could inform the court in traditional culture were considered to have status. In order to cover up this motive, he asked Qi Yunlu: "Xiao Qi, why did you join the Missionary Department?"

Qi Yunlu curled her lips and said, "I repaired a man's house in the capital. Later, we had a dispute over the drawings. He said that I didn't repair it according to the drawings, but the drawings were repaired like that. You can't let me decorate it for free into the exterior wall of Ding Yuzhan's official residence, right? Who paid? He didn't plan to pay, but asked me if I would be a spy. I waived him 2,000 yuan in construction payment. I agreed, but after making me a meritorious service, I found a way to upgrade to a second-level architect."

"This is OK?" Webmaster Lu and Lin Liuming were shocked.

Looking at the other two people who wanted to ask but hesitate, Webmaster Lu neatly tied the killer's rope and said, "Hai Youshi has been harassed by the Missionary Department. You know, I am actually quite slutty and want to be a hero. But I didn't expect that the intelligence pillars of the Missionary Department, which are terrified, are all ordinary people like you and me."

"What's wrong with ordinary people? This time, we have made many contributions to the Longchuan election. After hearing what Xiao Qi said, I want to give the superiors a reward. My son wants to go to the capital to Peide, don't bargain for me." Lin Liuming pointed a pistol at the unconscious killer on the ground and said proudly.

"I'm going to become a big architect..." Qi Yunlu looked like she was sucking opium.

Then Webmaster Lu also smirked.

In fact, it is true. It is precisely because of the three fools that Longchuan was listed by Zhao Ying on the list of cities that were completely controlled by the Mission and Education Department. As a result, he was unexpectedly designated as the fourth pilot city by the emperor. Zhao Ying, who was bragging, had to admit it. In fact, the main force of the Longchuan intelligence team was only three "stupid" and the intelligence power was not strong. But he didn't expect that the three of them would perform their duties and send the inside stories of the two parties back to the headquarters in succession with messengers, so that the emperor would come to commend them in person.

The next day, Zhao Ying galloped towards Longchuan on a special train, with three brocade boxes on hand, inside of which were medals from the three of them. It was a great honor for intelligence personnel to be awarded the medals personally by the head of the Missionary Department. Moreover, this medal will not be handed over to you. You will have to wait until you become a golden star on the Missionary Department wall before it will be put into your coffin. Those heroes who silently fought on the invisible front for the safety of the sacred Song Dynasty: not for fame, but for faith and loyalty.

The pillars of missionary Siwei's success in the world are Lin Liuming, Qi Yunlu, and Webmaster Lu, who are in a critical position but are not very prominent in the game.

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At the train station, Ou Xingsun reached out and grabbed Fang Bingsheng's wrist and wanted to turn his back.

"This is a false accusation." At this moment, Fang Bingsheng finally came to his senses. He roared and broke free from Ou Xingsun's hand.

However, it was like a beating rabbit arousing the instinct of the gunman. Ou Xingsun didn't know what to do just now, but Fang Bingsheng struggled without thinking. He rushed over and kicked Fang Bingsheng to the ground. Then the sheriffs tied him up with his hands behind his back.

While escorting him out of the train station, Fang Bingsheng saw Yi Cheng standing in the corridor with his arms and his chest looking at him indifferently. Lin Liuming, who was already beside Yi Cheng, was invited by Yi Cheng to spoil the eunuch. In an instant, he understood everything.

Song Youtie Electric entered the trap of the foreign medicine guild

They actually attacked their allies without warning?

For a moment, fear, anger, and hatred were mixed together in Fang Bingsheng's heart, as if it was the hellish scene in the inner chamber of the steam engine. Seeing Yi Cheng looking at his contemptuous and disdainful eyes, Fang Bingsheng, who was tied up, broke away from the sheriff behind him, rushed towards Yi Cheng like a bull, and shouted: "Yi Cheng, **How ​​can you plant this despicable man?"

Yi Cheng was startled by Fang Bingsheng's aura and took a step back, but seeing Fang Bingsheng was immediately pressed to the ground by the police officers, his eyes could only look at the tip of his leather shoes. He sneered in his nostrils, and looked down at Fang Bingsheng's head with contempt and said contemptuously: "You Song You TieDian, you are still this kind of rogue style. The instrument bureau is too small, don't think that being rich is the best person."

The instrument is too small - it is Zhong Jialiang's evaluation of Weng Jianguang.

From a series of events such as the Great Leap Forward in the Tiehe River, Zhong Jialiang believed that this newly-established railway tycoon was too petty and had no demeanor of "all the money was gone and he would come back again". He was still the same as a country gangster, which was based on his face and greed. He didn't want others to make money, and he wanted to take it all by himself. This might be possible in the country gang, but can it still work in the circle of powerful people? This is a circle of advanced gangsters with higher-level abilities and skills. You have no vision and insight, what are you doing?

At this level, personality can be embodied. Money is just a weapon. Why do you have to be like a dog just to make some money? Are you still short of money?

Moreover, the electoral political structure has actually undergone subtle changes, and the role of Songyou ferroelectric has dropped greatly.

Because Emperor Eng was defeated in Longchuan, Li Yuting was so angry that his hand bones were broken. When Zheng Abao heard that Longchuan's fist was fucked, he was so angry that he had no way to vent his anger, so he let his subordinates hang a sandbag in his office, either with fists, but with a slap, or training in advance, waiting for his subordinate Song Dongsheng to come back and slash his face heavily. As a result, he was too devoted and too hard on the sandbag, and he broke his finger bones.

But if you get revenge, how can you get it? In the new election, fighting alone will be endless for a lifetime, and you must form a clique to fight. After asking His Majesty for his intentions, Huang Cheng officially took the initiative to contact Zhong Jialiang with the intention of joining the Democratic Party camp. This made Zhong Jialiang walk back and go out to welcome him, and was so happy. With Huang Cheng, the strength of the Democratic Party also occupied half of the imperial folk elites.
To be continued...