"You...you...rail company...election?" Zhang Qijie was not sure of this fact, or it was beyond his imagination. It seemed like he met a guy who carved insects into art on the road. Although it was amazing to see how powerful he did, who would have thought that someone had a knife on the insects?

What kind of election is there for someone like Fang Bingsheng to do? Election? Zhang Qijie looked at Fang Bingsheng steadily, not knowing what to say.

Seeing Zhang Qijie's appearance, the Opium Party and the pheasant beside him laughed smugly, Fang Bingsheng's expressionless face. Fan Linhui, who was brought by the side, looked at Fang Bingsheng in a naughty way, spread his hands to Zhang Qijie opposite him and said, "I said long ago that I don't want an election, and I'm still having such a big battle? Lao Zhang, he came from the capital to take charge of the election! Do you believe it?"

Fan Linhui spoke in an incredible tone, as if the villagers saw a group of people in suits and ties rushing into the countryside to rob cow dung, and it didn't matter to grab cow dung, but this situation scared the indigenous people.

Zhang Qijie woke up and sat on the sofa and spread his hands towards Fang Bingsheng, asking in surprise: "Do you Mr. Fang come to Longchuan to conduct elections? We are a small county town here! You...you...ah...ahah!"

Zhang Qijie didn't finish the second half of the conversation, but everyone understood what the tone meant: "Did you say that?" "Are you crazy?" "Are you full and over?"

Zhong Erzai, who was wearing a suit, was a little dissatisfied with Zhang Qijie's attitude. Although Zhang Qijie's words cannot be wrong, now everyone is on the same boat with Mr. Zhong and Mr. Fang, and they are about to leave the opium party and on the same boat with the elite and rich men of the Song Dynasty. He said this, is he despising the four elites in the Longchuan Opium Pavilion because they are sick? Are they not worthy of being on the same starting line with the wealthy Democratic elites in the capital? Are they not worthy of participating in the election? Are they discriminating against them?

So he stood up and said to Zhang Qijie: "Old Zhang, it's wrong for you to say this! This election is beneficial to the country and the people! The election is His Majesty's holy verdict! The election is De... Son of De! Do you know what De is? It's just like that... that... Son of De, anyway, it's the same son of the telegraph, railway, bank, and foreign gun team! They are all born to the same grandfather! By the way, the same nephew is the same! These two sons can't even tell the size of each other! The same heavy! The same high! The same awesome!"

After saying this, Zhang Qijie stared at Zhong Erzai and was dumbfounded. He could know what his mouth was full of "son".

"Do you have it, have a cup of tea first and talk slowly." Zhang Qijie called the factory servants to serve tea to several customers of the Opium Pavilion with passionate faces but confused eyes, but he saw Fang Bingsheng, who was calm and calm. There was only the cold light in his eyes behind the glasses, and there was no confusion. It seemed that even if he had to understand what was going on, he would probably tell him.

After drinking a sip of hot tea, he calmed his mind. Zhang Qijie put down the teacup and looked at Fang Bingsheng and asked: "Mr. Fang, that's to say, you came from the capital, for nothing else, just for this year's Longchuan election?"

"That's how it is." Fang Bingsheng smiled.

"Then you are specializing in assisting the four Li Meng in our county to get them elected as members of the assembly?" Zhang Qijie asked again.

Fang Bingsheng smiled and before he could answer, the Opium Party Li Meng rushed over again, waved his hand to stop Zhang Qijie, and said, "Old Zhang, you are wrong. This Mr. Fang is not the one who assists us, but our teacher! The election experts are so amazing!"

Zhang Qijie glanced at Fang Bingsheng who was sneering, and he was already clear in his stomach: a few days ago, he was fooled by the guy from the capital in front of him. At that time, the enthusiasm was just that this guy came to touch his trump card, deliberately pretending to know nothing, no wonder he would ask himself so many questions about the election.

It’s a pity that he knew everything he said, revealed all his knowledge to him, and led him to meet almost all the candidates of the Presbyterian Church. "This treacherous bastard in the capital!" Zhang Qijie gritted his teeth in his stomach, and couldn’t help but feel very annoyed.

But Zhang Qijie still asked Fang Bingsheng with a smile: "Oh? It turns out to be Teacher Fang or an election expert. Haha, I am from a small local area and have never seen a big scene. Just a farmer. I believe Mr. Fang already knows it. When we were having dinner with us, Mr. Fang probably felt sorry for us that we were ignorant and had some skills hidden. So, is Mr. Fang studying elections in the United States, Britain, or France?"

These words are sarcastic about Fang Bingsheng's lies and asking how powerful Fang Bingsheng is.

Li Meng smiled, raised his thumb high, pressed Fang Bingsheng three times in a row, turned his head and said to Zhang Qijie: "Old Zhang, I don't know where Mr. Fang is learning. I only know that the first three elections: Foshan, Dongguan, Shaoguan, these big cities are handled by Mr. Fang! Let us all candidates not miss the whole house!"

After listening to the words, Zhang Qijie gasped: It is true that he had seen foreign elections, but the bastard in front of him actually held the election of the Three Cities Song Dynasty! Although the newspaper did not publish photos and introductions like Longchuan, and he did not know the members of the Three Cities in the newspaper, just listening to Li Meng's tone, he knew that all the people Fang Bingsheng wanted to be elected.

"I'm so respectful, please forgive me for my bragging to you a few days ago. When it comes to elections, you're an expert." Zhang Qijie bowed his fist and asked seriously: "So, what's the matter with me?"

It seems that the local bully in front of me finally understood what he is and was about to talk about the serious matters.

Fang Bingsheng smiled and said, "Don't say secret words in front of the Mingren. Mr. Zhang is a talented person in Longchuan. I will make it clear: there are twelve candidates in this election, and there are only four places to qualify at one time. And I have four candidates here. So we want to make friends with Mr. Zhang and be able to help each other. If we can get the four of us successfully elected, we will not treat you badly."

Zhang Qijie frowned and asked, "I don't understand this very much. This election is originally a competition between candidates. If you choose yours, I choose ours. How could we help each other and your people be elected?"

Fang Bingsheng sneered in his nostrils, pointed at Zhang Qijie and said, "We don't want to sing a stage show with you."

In a word, Zhang Qijie fully understood the other party’s purpose: if we look at the current situation, once the election is launched, we will definitely create momentum and win over the people. If I invite the opera troupe, I will also invite it there. This is really a perfect drama against the stage.

Therefore, Fang Bingsheng wanted to listen to operas during the election but not to sing operas, so he was completely silent, so that his person would naturally be elected smoothly.

Seeing Zhang Qijie's face strange, knowing that Zhang Qijie's burning hands would not submit easily, Fang Bingsheng explained patiently: "Mr. Zhang, we are the joint action of all major enterprises in government supervision and business operations. I believe you know how powerful we are:

First: Not to mention anything else, just Longchuan County, the few people here are not much inferior to you in terms of wealth. They are all well-known figures; once they fight, they will suffer losses;

Second: But the first point is impossible, because we have strong support, and we have 20,000 yuan in campaign funds alone, which was given to us by the Democratic Party of Beijing! Moreover, this money is what we are going to smash into the water and play with. Do you understand? We don’t care about money at all, how do you compare?

Third: We are not only rich, but other gimmicks: We don’t care about Cantonese opera, not because it’s not good, but because it’s too cheap, people can’t get on the table when they see it too much; a Western circus in the capital has been booked and is on the way to Longchuan; Western circus, there are lions, tigers, foreign ladies, real women, not men dressed up as women! If we didn’t want to be kind to the people of this poor county town, they will never look down on the poor in their entire lives; and where do you go to invite? Do you want to invite a ballet troupe that dances with his heels? Can you afford it?"

After saying that, Fang Bingsheng leaned on the sofa and stared at Zhang Qijie with a sneer.

It is naturally a pity that Zhang Qijie and others said that the campaign funds are as high as 20,000 yuan. A worker, a good factory worker, and an enviable good factory worker can only earn 70 or 80 yuan a year. This 20,000 will take 250 years for the worker to earn it, which will definitely scare the money to death.

Then, looking at Zhang Qijie who was frightened, Fang Bingsheng really had a flower on his face. He slapped his hands and said to Zhang Qijie: "I admire Mr. Zhang very much. You are a good man I admire very much. Everyone is good friends and is in the business world. Aren't you also an old customer of our railway company? I just thought, why bother to let you burn money? Because you can't afford to burn, the election is just a big money and eat a small amount. If you have to spend money, it will only be wasted. Why not? Why not be a good friend, you will help me this year, and I will help you next year? How good is it to make a good friend? How good is it to make a fortune together?"

Zhang Qijie looked at Fang Bingsheng for a while, thought for a while, and asked, "If I don't burn money against you or sing a show against you, will you just make friends?"

"Mr. Zhang is a smart man!" Fang Bingsheng turned his head and laughed at several opium parties. Lin Liuming bent over and picked up a paper box from the ground and placed it on the coffee table in front of Zhang Qijie. Fang Bingsheng smiled and said, "This is a little bit of conscience. I don't respect you. Please accept it."

Zhang Qijie felt heavy when he finished his rituals. The Chinese were embarrassed to open the gift in front of him, but now it is not a gift, but in business negotiations, Zhang Qijie tore open the packaging a few times. He saw an exquisite silver basin inside, with the pattern of Jesus' Passion embossed on it, and there was also an exquisite silver comb with the same engraved pattern in the middle of the silver basin.

Zhang Qijie weighed the basin and comb. It was probably all in sterling silver. Seeing that the cost of this toiletry utensil would not be less than one hundred yuan, he looked at Fang Bingsheng and asked, "Is this what you want?"

"Old Zhang, everyone knows that you have braids. Your braids are very handsome, but anyone has braids. They know that cleaning is not easy. They have to be loosened at night and braided in the morning. Seeing your meticulous braids every time, I believe they are treated as treasures. So we will give you a pair of silver basins to your baby braids." Zhuang Fei explained with a smile.

Zhang Qijie, who was playing with the silver basin and the silver comb, had no smile. He saw Fang Bingsheng's cold light hidden behind his smile and glasses, which was still cold light.

"Old Fan, what do they give you to be honest?" Zhang Qijie looked up and asked Fan Linhui opposite the sofa. Fan Linhui smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Give Boss Fan Linhui a horse ticket. You can enter the Haijing Racecourse twelve times within two years. There are also twelve round-trip tickets for discounted trains from Longchuan to Beijing. We will serve in one-stop service." The gangster Xixi who had been leaning on the flower pot rack smiled and said, and the horse ticket plus the discounted train ticket is almost worth 80 yuan.

Fan Linhui waved his hand to explain to Zhang Qijie: "I'm not a gambler. I have always wanted to go to Haijing Racecourse to see it, you know!"

"They know that Fan Linhui likes gambling, this guy!" Zhang Qijie put down the basin and asked, "Where is Li Guangxi and Wang Yu's family?"

"I haven't gone to see you yet. Because you are the backbone of the church, I am the first to visit you and let me know. Boss Fan was a coincidence and met him on the road." Fang Bingsheng spread his hands and explained.

"Where is Qi Yunlu?" Zhang Qijie asked again.

Lin Liuming laughed and said, "My family is building a new house, do you know? Xiao Qi was already building a second-story house for my house, but I promised that he could repair it before revising part of the hall."

"Xiao Qi, a guy with sharp heads, wants to follow us to elect! Haha!" Zhong Erzai laughed.

"This group of people is doing things without any leakage." Zhang Qijie stared at the opium party who was prideful.

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"Can't Xiao Qi follow you to the election?" Zhang Qijie laughed, looking at Fang Bingsheng and asked, "I'll ask again: Why do you want to fight in places like Longchuan? I think with Mr. Fang's ability, he should stay in Huizhou. Wouldn't he perform better in big cities like Ganzhou? You're killing chickens."

"Haha." Fang Bingsheng looked up at the sky and beat him up, seemingly deceiving himself, but this time he really laughed. Zhang Qijie said it well, he is just a magnificent sword, just a chicken.

"Mr. Fang, forgive me for not knowing gold and jade. I was showing off my skills in front of you a few days ago. Now I think about it. Can you explain it again so that you won't be able to do so again? To be honest, I don't care much about this, but if I had known it would affect you, I wouldn't have run the election. The election preparations have also cost me a lot of time. Time is money. So please teach me." Zhang Qijie sat on the sofa, bowed his body forward, and his face was asking for advice, just like Ye Fang Bingsheng was treating him.

Fang Bingsheng thought about it and found that in his strategy, Zhang Qijie was a very important link and it was necessary to untie it; if Zhang Qijie, the backbone of the Presbyterian Church, was convinced, the others would collapse immediately.

So he still explained to Zhang Qijie: "Mr. Zhang is like this: Longchuan is really not big, and he shouldn't have used such a huge amount of money as 20,000, but it was stuck at a point in time."

"I would like to hear the details." Zhang Qijie nodded frequently.

Fang Bingsheng coughed and said seriously: "Last Friday, the Democratic Party, the first political party in the Song Dynasty, was officially established. We need to take Longchuan as a gift for the establishment of the Democratic Party."

"The Democratic Party??? The one from the United States?" Zhang Qijie screamed strangely and asked in disbelief: "Is this true? Who can understand this? Mr. Fang, don't fool me, a countryman."

"Hehe." Fang Bingsheng smiled, took out a small blue book from his pocket of the dress, put it in his palm, and lifted it up to Zhang Qijie: The five gold-plated characters in "The Democratic Party of the Song Dynasty" are in their eyes.

"Brothers, let them practice our program? Let them open their eyes." The chees next to them suddenly smiled.

Li Meng and others looked at each other, stood up together, and turned their heads to look left and right like an army, aligning each other with Fang Bingsheng's shoulders on the sofa in the middle, then reached into his arms, and then took out the blue party certificate together. Everyone rushed forward, clenched their fists with one hand and held the party certificate high above their heads, and raised the cover to the outside, and shouted in unison: "Gods are honored and beneficial to the emperor and patriotism! Being gods and kings, the kings, the country and the people, listen to the people's voices, listen to the saints, be honest and honest, and be the people! Our members of the Democratic Party of the Song Dynasty will meet with all the villagers!"

Not only did he scream strangely, but he also followed the rhythm of the roar and shook his party certificate vigorously, as if he was hitting a beat.

A few local middle-aged people who were originally well-known suddenly became a group dance performance like a choir kid. Five shiny party certificates were obese and well-maintained. They also pinched their fingers with gold and silver rings in the air. Coupled with the ferocious roar and epilepsy beat, the momentum scared me. It was like four crazy patients in the orphanage home run by Father Li Aiguang.

Fan Linhui fell on the sofa without any precautions and put one leg on the handrail of the sofa. His frightened eyes were about to pop out, and it seemed that he would immediately turn out from the sofa and run away from it. Zhang Qijie also shivered all over and leaned back to the backrest of the sofa.

The pheasant next to him was stuck in his mouth with one hand, and his face, which was holding back his smile, showed an expression after eating sugar, shit and opium mixture.

Fang Bingsheng, who was sitting on the sofa, shook his head: There is no way to show this thing, there is no party constitution, no rules, no guideline, nothing but a small notebook party certificate, and I don’t know what to do. And reporters will flock to you soon. You have to pose and let others take photos and write things, or you have to show up in front of people in the county, right?

After discussing, Fang Bingsheng drafted a short and powerful slogan, and several people thought about the movements: You have to be uniform and have momentum, don’t you learn the weird things from the West? Who would learn Cantonese opera on the podium and play a few horse stances? Even if you can, no one could play. So in the end, this demon-like thing appeared.

There was a burst of porcelain fragments coming from the door. Everyone turned their heads and saw the servant who came to exchange tea with hot tea standing there dumbly, holding a wooden tray in his hand, the ground was covered with tea and fragments, and his mouth was so open that it could stuff an egg.

"What are you doing? Clean it up quickly!" Zhang Qijie shouted at his servant with dissatisfaction.

"This is Western learning, do you understand?" Li Meng was seen and blushed, but he immediately yelled at the servant with his hips on his hips.

When they made this thing yesterday, everyone's faces were as red as a piece of red cloth, but Fang Bingsheng himself didn't need to go on stage to perform, so he didn't feel embarrassed when he stood up and said, and it was not embarrassing him, so he ordered them to do so. Moreover, the four new members of the Democratic Party also had the determination to "death". After all, Mr. Yi Cheng came to cheer himself up yesterday. Fang Bingsheng also explained Mr. Yi Cheng's words very well. He understood that this time was very important and of great significance. Everyone should leave their name in history and make decisions for the people. Moreover, Fang Bingsheng became their recommended person to join the party. After everyone became the top four of the second echelon of the Democratic Party, his morale was greatly boosted, and everyone was shameless. For the sake of learning in the West, to make money, and to a better position in the Democratic Party in the rich club. But after practicing, he found that if he was shameless, he would be very imposing.

This was the first time that the Democratic Party made its debut in front of outsiders.

"Can I see your... your book? ID?" Zhang Qijie carefully pointed at the blue notebook in Fang Bingsheng's palm.

"This is called a party certificate." Fang Bingsheng handed over his certificate openly, and Zhang Qijie took it in parallel with his hands very respectfully, and then looked carefully over and over again.

Even the people next to him could see that Zhang Qijie's face was red and white, and his expression was struck by repeated lightning.
Chapter completed!