Amid the laughter, Qi Boyan in the first row stood up, still wearing his uniform, smiled and glanced at Tan Tongen in the aisle, and walked staggeringly towards the platform. Only then did he remember to stuff the wine pot in his hand into his pocket.

Seeing it was him, the officials of Qilihe who were sitting on the rostrum all wrinkled as if they had seen shit; but they turned their heads or lowered their heads, not looking at him, just like an arrogant skunk coming over, even the tiger and lion turned their heads and pretended not to see him. If you were to meet him, you might be spitting out of no way!

He had only been airborne in Qilihe for a few days, and the officials of Qilihe wanted to lit the sky lantern. Of course, everyone is a Christian and cannot murder, let alone murder his colleagues. However, if the remnants of the Qing Dynasty lit him, everyone would definitely drink after praying for him and crying after they went home: of course it was not because of celebrating a colleague's sudden death, but because they suddenly felt better.

Because not to mention small officials, a talented man from the domestic imperial examination may be humiliated and cannot fight back when he encounters him. If you dare to fight back, you are not as eloquent as this guy. If you have a good sense of experience, you can only be dumbfounded and humiliated by yourself. Moreover, he is a Catholic! One-quarter of the Catholic Party members in the court! A minority! Facing the Protestantism, he is a group!

Who said that this bastard has a great academic qualification and circle? And he is also very good at working.

Qi Boyan staggered to the podium, pushed Kui Shengyuan away very rudely, and smiled at the two mayors who were sitting on the stage and were about to stand up. He smiled and bowed with a French style to support his left chest, "Two sirs. I'll just say a few words, hehe, just two words! Sit, sit down, hehe!"

Then he turned around and looked at everyone, whispered to himself: "I've long wanted to preach on the Protestant stage to save you stupid guys," he lowered his head and stared at Tan Tongen below the stage, nodded with a treacherous smile, and said loudly: "Pastor Tan, your problem is very good, but I want to tell a story here."

"Sir, I'm asking about Mr. Kui and others' handling. It has nothing to do with your health bureau." Tan Tongen spread his hands in confusion.

"I won't talk about hygiene to you. What I want to talk about is your issue. Please listen carefully," then Qi Boyan spread his hands high at everyone and shouted: "Please listen carefully!"

“When I was studying in France, I met a millionaire: Mr. François;

He is a particularly devout God. Although he is worth millions and lives in a mansion, he is always extremely concerned about the sufferings of the surrounding neighborhoods and is extremely worried about it:

The howling of the abandoned baby in the orphanage made him insomnia;

The drunkenness and misery of the homeless man under the bridge hole made him swallow;

The prostitute wandering the streets at night made him cry;

The hardship of the worker working for black bread for 16 hours made him sad;

The old woman in the shelter who sewed clothes day and night to support her old age made him even more palpitations and blamed himself;

Finally one day, he could no longer bear the torment of his conscience: he sold his factory, gold, silver and jewelry, horses and luxury cars, even his luxury house, and then distributed all the money to the poor around him.

In the end, he moved into the bridge hole with nothing, becoming a homeless man.”

After saying this, Qi Boyan shut up and paced on the sermon stage. On and off the stage, silent, all eyes staring at Qi Boyan with a serious face, because he was telling the story of a saint.

But seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Tan Tongen, who was in the audience, couldn't help but be curious and asked himself: "Has Mr. François changed the suffering of the surrounding neighborhoods?"

As if just waiting for him to ask this question, Qi Boyan stopped suddenly, turned around and looked at Tan Tongen and smiled: "Although Mr. François has dedicated everything, the world is still like that bird!"

After saying that, he pointed at Tan Tongen and said, "Don't regard yourself as God. We must save everyone's suffering. This is something we cannot do. If any person does it, or even any group or country, then what do we still need Jesus Christ to come?"

"This world has been like this for thousands of years, and suffering has continued. The Bible says: The blood and tears of the Jews fertilize the deserts of the Middle East; but are we Han people not? The people suffer when they prosper; the people suffer when they die!

‘Revelation 7:17 For the Lamb in the throne will shepherd them and lead them to the fountain of the water of life; God will wipe away all their tears.’ This shows that the world is immortal and tears will not stop.”

Tan Tongen didn't expect the other party to preach to him and was stunned, but the people watching behind were not stunned. Someone in the crowd standing immediately shouted: "There is nothing good to do in the Health Bureau! Health is immortal, and tears are endless!"

The crowd was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. Even Wang Xintai, who was sitting in front, couldn't stop laughing, turned his head to see who said what he said.

"Order!" Xi Shengmo on the other side stood in the middle of the shed, and viciously knocked the pillar beside him with the baton in his hand. Under the tyranny of the sheriff who "protected each other", the lower class behind him reluctantly calmed down.

Qi Boyan on the stage was cheered up, but he was not panicked. He still paced on the stage with a disdainful smile. He was not excited until the people behind him calmed down. He pointed to the black head standing behind the crowd and screamed again, just like he was provocative. He was completely like he deserved a beating.

Qi Boyan shouted:

"Sanitation is immortal, tears continue to stop?

This is fart!

20 years ago, there was no braid left and tears continued to stop!

At that time, all of you had long braids. Now, why don’t you, the poor, have braids?

20 years ago, Jesus was immortal and tears continued to stop!

At that time, the Sea Emperor had just received the edict of God to raise an army to destroy the Qing Dynasty. Have you trashed the Divine Army? Have you ever slandered the Divine Army in your stomach?

Don’t tell lies, otherwise you will not be able to stand up during the Doomsday Judgment!

What about now?

Why are the braids gone, and Jesus you accepted them?

Because you are happy!

You are happier than the Qing Dynasty! Your country has become much stronger than the weak countries and the weak people during the trade war. You are now on the Pearl of the Far East, the most powerful country in the Far East!

Why do you feel happy?

Because the God Emperor shed your blood!

Because of the Taiping Army uprising, the Emperor of God founded the country, and the Northern Expedition, how many people died in the founding of the Ming Dynasty?

Some people say that 10 million people are dead. I don’t think so, at least there are three..."

"Shut up!" The mayor of Qilihe on the rostrum suddenly stood up and roared at Qi Boyan's back, who was talking more and more outrageously.

"Oh, sir, I'm telling the truth. What is the common view of overseas scholars and domestic scholars. You probably don't read the monthly "Study on the Theology of the Song Dynasty". It is an academic journal published by the court. What I'm talking about is the view of the above paper, "A preliminary study on the number of deaths in the Far East War that began with the Jintian Uprising" in December 1870. The author is Dr. Li Ai-song of the United University of Christianity. A Frenchman, a preacher, historian, and theologian. He can get the Golden Medal of Special Contribution of the Song Dynasty issued by the Emperor of the Sea. This is historical research, this is Western learning. Hehe."

Facing his angry boss, Qi Boyan still responded with a smile. Sure enough, his trick worked again, and the mayor, who was not as knowledgeable as him, sat down again embarrassedly. Because he didn't know whether what he said was true or false, he could not argue and was completely out of the same level.

After subduing the mayor, Qi Boyan turned around and continued the speech that the mayor had just thought of assaulting the emperor of rumors. He pointed his finger at the poor people behind him and shouted:

"Look, everyone, this land has filled the blood of Christian soldiers, and God has given it to us.

And God also likes to be clean and hygienic, so this burden falls on the shoulders of my health bureau. In order to clean and hygienic, it has become a culture that you think is "unfilial and unfilial, the three no descendants are the greatest". I don't know how many people's heads have been broken, no less than a thousand, haha.

Now, we want to build a town. This town will be built on a slum. It will be clean and safe, and there will be no plague, but this requires many brothers and sisters to make sacrifices.

To be honest, I don’t know where you go; I don’t know what work you do in the future; what I know is that the Pearl of Far East will be brighter; Haisong, Haijing will attract more people like you, and will make your descendants proud, because you are clean, hygienic, advanced, and Christian Haisong people, there is no doubt about this!"

"Don't talk nonsense, you are going to throw away our poor!" someone shouted again from behind.

Qi Boyan responded loudly with his waist and said, "This has nothing to do with being rich and poor. This is a cultural revolution! Our Christian Cultural Revolution, the Qing culture of the Qing Dynasty, which revolution did not shed blood? Your mother's mother's tree, bell pots, and flowers must be built! If the slums are not destroyed, it will be no benefit for you to stay here, because first, it is still a dirty and messy Qing Dynasty, and the second is the plague, and the hygiene is worrying. You die faster than moving away!"

"Most of you have skills and jobs, and are much richer than when you came here. Even if you live in a shed, your average savings are no less than a few dozen yuan. How much better is it than when you come here without anything? You don't leave here, just to save money and save money quickly, but there is no clean water here, lack of public security, education, and medical care. It is also because the population often has plagues. In fact, if it is dispersed, you will not be a dream for a hundred years. Children will live better and have a lot of children and grandchildren!" The mayor finally stood up and helped Qi Boyan, because he found that Qi Boyan's words were very ugly. Although the truth is good, he didn't know how to flatter the horse and flatter the people. If he asked him to continue, he might be beaten to death by someone. It doesn't matter if he dies, but these officials are still here, so the city gate can't cause fire to harm the fish.

Li Jinren, who was sitting in front, also stood up and helped him. He waved his hand to the crowd behind him and said, "Oh, don't worry, everyone should move out for a while to build a town, and no one can sleep on the construction site. However, as long as it is someone from our factory area, we will provide accommodation, don't worry. Everyone should think about it, if it is still dirty and messy, the factory may also move out. At that time, everyone will be in trouble. It was developed because of us..."

But a black shadow stood up in front of him, and a man sitting two rows behind him stood up and almost faced him.

It was a tall middle-aged man with dark skin, tall figure, square face, thick lips and curly hair, wearing a short silk jacket and trousers. As soon as he stood up, Li Jinren was stunned, as if he had seen a ghost in the sun. Before he finished speaking, he shut up. There was also a buzzing sound in the crowd standing behind him, and then it became quiet automatically.

I heard him speak in weird Chinese:

"You have to think clearly that Shiligou has grown big enough. Only one adult working in the factory. What are the others doing? Are you waiting to die? No! They do catering, reed mats, water delivery workers, servants, businessmen, tailors, and coolies. Everyone in Shiligou has a living job. Now Shiligou is a big living person, and it can support itself...

Remember, now the factory needs Shiligu, not Shiligu!”

After he finished speaking, the audience was silent, as if they were afraid of his momentum.

Fang Bingsheng ran to the row of Wang Xintai, bent down and asked, "Elder Wang, who is this person? I have never seen him."
Chapter completed!