Fang Bingsheng's face was not blushing and his heart was not beating, and his nonsense made the two opponents unable to speak for the time being.

Li Guangxi saw Zhang Qijie next to him frowning and pondering, and stood up and shouted loudly, "Then please give us a letter of approval: When will Longchuan Station return to normal? When can we use Tiehe?"

Fang Bingsheng's hand holding a cigar covered half of his face. In his eyes on his fingers, he looked at Li Guangxi with a hideous smile on his lips, and then he said, "How can this be said? We are a big system, who knows when it can return to normal? Maybe one day, maybe one week, maybe half a month, maybe one or two months, hehe."

Li Guangxi was speechless, but Zhang Qijie snorted coldly, sat next to the young reporter, pointed to his record book and said, "Xiao Zhang, write it down! Fang Bingsheng, deputy general manager of Song Zuo Iron and Telecommunications, said: Longchuan Station is conducting military exercises..."

"Hey! Don't..." Stationmaster Lu, who had been standing behind everyone, shouted. Fang Bingsheng, who was beside him, also shook his hand suddenly, and a white cigar gray fell on his shiny leather toe.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, what I just said is military... they are all secrets of the court! You can't disclose it casually!" Fang Bingsheng stretched out his hand to block the jumping foot. He took a step forward, walked to the sofa, pointed at the reporter and asked, "Which newspaper is you? Do you know that the secrets of the court are going to be jailed for the newspaper office?"

As soon as these words were said, the little reporter paused and looked up at Fang Bingsheng who was approaching, a little scared.

But Zhang Qijie beside him stretched out his hand to Fang Bingsheng and said, "Confidential? Show me the imperial edict?"

Fang Bingsheng was immediately angry and couldn't speak.

Li Guangxi next to him also hurriedly joined in the fun and shouted: "Yes! Show me the secret! Whoever stationed at the train station did not issue official documents to the yamen in advance, we did not see the Xuanhuafang notice in front of the Longchuan yamen."

"Confidential? Confidential! How can you tell me about the secret?" Fang Bingsheng said gritting his teeth.

Zhang Qijie glanced at Fang Bingsheng, turned his head and patted the reporter's shoulder and said, "It's okay! If you continue writing, just say that Longchuan Textile Factory and Machinery Factory Li Guangxi went to the railway station for consultation. He was told that there was an exercise at Longchuan Railway Station. Please pay attention to the transportation of the railway station when shipping goods..."

"You can't write like this!" Webmaster Lu was so anxious. Hearing Zhang Qijie's meaning, he not only gave him ugly Longchuan Station, but also had to give eye drops to the two major stations on both ends. If this matter was really blown up and made a big deal, who would take the responsibility for this great responsibility?

Seeing that Fang Bingsheng was still pursing his lips without saying a word, Zhang Qijie looked at him and snorted coldly and said, "Mr. Fang, thank you for informing me of this big situation. Our Presbyterian Church has three newspapers in Huizhou and Beijing. You must have heard of "Xingshibao", a national newspaper; Li Guangxi is from the Song Dynasty Machinery Association, and their chamber of commerce also has a famous newspaper "Machine Business Information". We will not only notify the largest local newspaper "Longchuan Business Daily", but also inform these friends that the railway will not ship goods at any price, which will delay business opportunities!"

Is this bastard going to cause trouble for the entire Song Zuo TieDi? - Fang Bingsheng thought to himself. He looked at Zhang Qijie's gambler-like face, and fantasized in his mind that he used a pistol to hit the damn forehead with a pistol, but this is unlikely. Fang Bingsheng sighed and stared at Zhang Qijie's aggressive eyes and sneered: "Mr. Zhang, our Song Zuo is a big company, and it is the Western Learning Pioneer Company run by the government and the business. We have our own way of operation. We are elephants. If we want to move, it will be much slower than a cat! Everyone is a Song people who are loyal to the emperor and love God. Can't you understand us?"

"I don't understand you! I'm just reminding other businessmen and friends." Zhang Qijie spread his hands and said, with a smile on his face. He knew that he would completely break up with Fang Bingsheng this time, otherwise the other party would pluck him all his hair like a duck and simmer it.

"Have your mother!" Fang Bingsheng cursed vaguely, snatched a cigar, rushed to the reporter, stretched out his hand and shouted, "Little brother, are you a reporter? I don't know yet. Do you have a business card to prove your identity?"

The young reporter was startled and stunned for a while before he quickly took out a cardboard business card from his pocket and handed it to Fang Bingsheng.

Fang Bingsheng looked at the text on it, pinched a corner of the business card and shook it, but turned to look at Zhang Qijie and sneered: "Mr. Zhang, don't think that you can only use the newspaper industry. I am Song Zuo who specializes in dealing with the newspaper industry! I can control more newspaper headlines than all the tabloids you have!"

After saying that, he sneered: "Mr. Zhang, why don't you understand Song Zuo? Why do you have to make a big deal of things? I don't believe you will never want to use the railway?"

Listening to the other party's naked threat: "I never want to use the railway." Zhang Qijie clenched his fists, clenched hard, and increased his courage, and then replied with the same sneer: "Mr. Fang, I said that Tiehe belongs to the court. If you don't let us use it, maybe you can only talk about it."

"Court?" Fang Bingsheng laughed dryly, and also clenched his fists, saying with a slight smile: "Mr. Zhang, I don't think you know yet. We, Song Zuo, have never lost a lawsuit. Our company has more lawyers than your textile workers! I know Hai Youshi, who is a specialist and judges, is more than the primary school students you know who knows English ABC."

Zhang Qijie punched his knee with a fist and said slowly: "Longchuan has been a troublemaker since ancient times! You must have seen it three years ago! If there is no justice, then my subordinates point at me for dinner! Believe it or not, I led the workers to block your iron river channel?!"

"What..." Fang Bingsheng, Webmaster Lu, Li Guangxi, and the young reporter actually shouted in unison. No one expected that Zhang Qijie, a Christian elder who looked smiling, would say such words!

"What did you say just now?" Fang Bingsheng pointed at Zhang Qijie's nose and shouted.

Zhang Qijie sat on the sofa and didn't move at all. Li Guangxi, who was standing next to him, was frightened. Zhang Qijie stared into Fang Bingsheng's eyes and said, "If Song Zuo TieDistrict was messing with me because of the election, first: I will use newspapers; second, I will not hesitate to sue; third, if you are not afraid of lawsuits, I will lead the workers to block your iron river passage so that the whole country will know! Let the emperor judge who is right!"

For a moment, the whole office was silent, and everyone was as stupid as a wooden chicken. Only Li Guangxi's body was shaking. He felt very scared: originally he wanted to "fight" a member of parliament with money, but this fight was limited to the swearing behind him and the slap in front of him. When he heard Zhang Qijie say such a countermeasure, he was scared himself - is this a Western election for parliament? How could this be like a bloody battle of gang fights! Is Zhang Qijie as for this? He had never seen this smiling elder, who was so crazy.

"You...you...you are not afraid of death!" Fang Bingsheng was forced to speak, so he had to point at the other person's nose, his fingers were trembling, angry and afraid.

Zhang Qijie stared at the trembling finger that reached an inch in front of his nose, and sneered: "I must make a big fuss! Do you believe it?"

There was no sound in the office again.

Fang Bingsheng stared at Zhang Qijie and slowly retracted his fingers. The stationmaster Lu behind him was quietly pulling his shirt. Fang Bingsheng closed his eyes for a while, then laughed and sniffed a cigar. He smiled at Zhang Qijie and said, "Mr. Zhang, what kind of troublemakers have been from Longchuan since ancient times? I am a native of Longchuan. What are you playing with? Why do you seem to see our Song Zuo Tie Dian be like enemies?"

Fang Bingsheng couldn't help but ease the tension.

He really didn't want this to be a big deal, so he thought he could secretly mess with Zhang Qijie and the others, but once it was exposed, it would not be a matter of convinced Zhang Qijie and a few fools, but he used the company's power to make profits for Zhong Jialiang! Although he did not want to do this, his behavior also constituted this fact. If it affects the company's reputation in the court and the views of the powerful, he would be scolded by the boss above to death! After all, the leader of the Democratic Party is not the boss, but the guy Zhong Jialiang. If Weng Jianguang is as enthusiastic as Zhong Jialiang, then Fang Bingsheng would not be allowed to serve Zhang and Li on the railway, and hire a killer to knock out the two of them directly.

But isn't the boss crazy? So stopping the railway service is Fang Bingsheng's own decision. Weng Jianguang definitely doesn't know about this. The only person who suffers a little loss may be the webmaster Lu, so he can't make a big deal.

Not to mention that it has become the most common nationwide, even if newspapers flock to report on Longchuan Station’s reduction of services, they can’t afford it!

Zhang Qijie's "I have to make a big deal!" was so accurate that he stabbed Fang Bingsheng's weakness.

Of course, if Zhang Qijie is beaten to death, even if Fang Bingsheng succeeds; and Zhang Qijie seems too hard at this moment, and he wants to find a way out, so this road is not clear.

Fang Bingsheng stared at Zhang Qijie, who was blushing and clenched his fists, and smiled. Although he wanted to kill this bastard in his stomach, his smile was very good and he also had an innocent look. He spread his hands and smiled, "Oh! Oh! They are all good friends, why did you suddenly say this? Since Boss Zhang and Boss Li are anxious to use Tiehe,"

As he said that, he turned his head and said to Stationmaster Lu, "Get the car list and register the car for Boss Zhang and the others according to the normal plan."

Stationmaster Lu breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeves embroidered with exquisite railway icons, ran to the back of his desk, pretended to take out the registration form, and painted it with a pen.

Seeing the webmaster Lu acting, Fang Bingsheng turned around, nodded and said, "Are you satisfied? We will definitely notify you in advance when we are going to exercise next time."

"Thank you, Mr. Fang and Webmaster Lu!" Seeing that his goal was achieved, Zhang Qijie quickly stood up and bowed with his fists, but did not shake hands. Fang Bingsheng also bowed his fists and bowed with his fists, but he did not mean to shake hands;

When Chinese people encounter this situation, it is difficult for them to pretend to touch each other's skin.

As soon as he left the train station, Li Guangxi immediately held Zhang Qijie's arm in front of him, shouting: "Old Zhang, you are so domineering! I really never dreamed that you were so popular!"

But Zhang Qijie was staggered and stabilized his steps, but he didn't look happy. Instead, he used his cuffs to wipe his forehead sweating profusely, and said with a wry smile: "Guangxi, you don't know, I was scared to death just now."

"Old Zhang, if you treat Fang Bingsheng like this, will he wear our little shoes?" Li Guangxi suddenly changed his expression and turned into a worried look on his face.

Zhang Qijie sighed, looked at the dark and low clouds, and said slowly: "He will definitely do it. But it depends on how you view the parliamentarians and the election."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pressed Li Guangxi's shoulders on his silk clothes, and said strongly and resolutely: "I personally think that the parliamentarians are from the people to the officials, and they turn into carp into dragons! Just looking at the actions of the opponent, you know that this value is unimaginable! You must fight! Otherwise, there will be no store after passing through this village!"

"You are right! Fight!" Li Guangxi was stunned for a moment, then clenched his fists and screamed, and the young reporter next to him was at a loss. He didn't know how these two elders who were usually devout and quiet in the church had become like this.

"What are you going back now? What are your plans?" Li Guangxi continued to ask.
Chapter completed!