Tuesday at 10 a.m.

Wang Yujia and Zhang Qijie stood nervously in the office on the second floor of the textile factory. They stood on both sides of the glass windows, without saying anything, just staring at the factory gate below.

The transport vehicles in the factory were in and out of the gate, which seemed to be very good in the factory business, but Zhang Qijie did not have the usual grin of comfort as he looked at his children's growth, but was full of worries on his face.

Wang Yu’s family next to him looked at Zhang Qijie’s cold side face and comforted him: “Old Zhang, do you think too much? Although Mr. Fang lied to us at the beginning, he was a member of the Beijing Railway Company after all, and he was a decent person. It was impossible to be as... so... I think you are too worried. Leave everything to Jesus, don’t worry.”

Zhang Qijie sighed softly, pointed to the western building of the railway station next to the factory, and said, "Yu Family, you can't underestimate that person. How cruel was he when the railway was built three years ago? Kidnapping, setting fire, and blowing up other people's ancestral graves, and those methods are not something that decent people can use. Now if we don't cooperate with him, we will offend him. He will definitely take action against us. How could that kind of person give up?"

Wang Yu family scratched his scalp in confusion and said in confusion: "Isn't that man also a Christian? The Holy Spirit has not moved him? We have never harmed their interests. We just follow the rules to slap him (fairplay fair game). Can this offend him?"

"Who is the one who gives you a tyrant? He just wants to bully the weak and prey on the weak. Besides, there are too many Christians, but not everyone has them." Zhang Qijie shook his head.

Speaking of this, Zhang Qijie pointed at the road outside and shouted: "Look! Guangxi is back!"

Li Guangxi took the corner of his robe and turned into the textile factory from the sidewalk next to the gate, and ran all the way into the main entrance of the building under Zhang Qijie and his friends.

Three minutes later, the panting Li Guangxi rushed into Zhang Qijie's office and pointed at Zhang Qijie to talk, but it seemed that the journey from the train station to the next textile factory was exhausted to death. He held his knees and couldn't speak.

"Drink a little water! Drink a little water!" Zhang Qijie and Wang Yu's family quickly helped the young master Li Guangxi to the sofa, stuffing the teacup into his hands.

Li Guangxi took a sip of water, calmed down, and shouted to Zhang Qijie: "Old Zhang! You guessed it again!"

Before Zhang Qijie could speak, Wang Yu's family cried in a daze: "Really? Longchuan Railway Station is going to attack you? Isn't you shipping goods to you?"

It turned out that yesterday, Zhang Qijie and the other two flew Fang Bingsheng pigeons, and Wang Yu's family had no feeling at all, because Fang Bingsheng was just a human in his eyes; Li Guangxi had always been smooth sailing and had never suffered a big loss, so he had no idea, just thinking about how to get more votes; but Zhang Qijie was worried and asserted that Fang Bingsheng would not give up.

So early this morning he invited the two of them to his factory and discussed with Li Guangxi, pretending to go to the train station to order the train bag and send his own goods to see the reaction of Longchuan Railway Station.

Sure enough, Zhang Qijie's accountant came back in shame and said that Longchuan Station claimed that the car strip was tight and that he could not use railway transportation for the car strips of Longchuan Textile Factory in the near future.

Li Guangxi was shocked. The goods he exported were the same as Zhang Qijie, and they all used railways. He hurried to the train station to check the news. He also knew several employees inside. Now, he was indeed turned away.

Under Fang Bingsheng's instruction, Longchuan Railway Station no longer transports goods to the two companies.

"Old Zhang! What do you think? Fang Bingsheng is really so shameless! How can we not let us use the railway just because we want an election?" Li Guangxi held Zhang Qijie's arm in sweat and shook it, shouting in horror: "Can we go on the water route in the future? Like the Yu family? The railway is useless?"

Zhang Qijie pursed his lips and said nothing, while Wang Yu's family snorted coldly, slapped the table and shouted: "This Fang Bingsheng is so inappropriate! We are not illegal! Isn't this avenge for personal revenge? This is simply a hooligan! If we dare to do this, we will go to the circuit court to sue him!"

"Surrender? He didn't have any handle in our hands!" Li Guangxi spread his hands and cried, his whole body trembling with anger and shock: "It's not that he didn't let the transportation be, it was Longchuan Station that swears us. Do you want to sue Songzuo Iron and Electric Power Company?!"

Wang Yu's family blinked and said sternly: "We have reason in our hands! What's wrong with suing Song Zuo Tie Electric Company? They are in the wrong!"

Knowing that the Wang Yu family was too stubborn and too sarcastic, Li Guangxi turned his head and shook Zhang Qijie's arm again, shouting: "Old Zhang, what do you think you should do?"

Zhang Qijie sighed, turned his head, looked at Li Guangxi calmly, and said slowly, "Guangxi, from yesterday when you made up your mind to be elected, you must be mentally prepared. This is not a game, this is a war, a bloody battle with the powerful people in the capital."

Li Guangxi shook all over and slowly let go of Zhang Qijie's hand. He sank his butt deep into the sofa cushion, leaned his back against the backrest, and sighed, "You have to grab good things, right?"

Then he sighed again, turned his head and asked Zhang Qijie, "Is that really like what the Yu family said, go to sue?"

Zhang Qijie shook his head and said, "It's not that it's time for this. I'm prepared for it and have asked Xiao Qi to help me invite someone."

"Who did you invite?" Li Guangxi asked in surprise.

"Look, here we come!" Wang Yu's family whined at the door of the office, and the three of them immediately stood up.

The leader was still Qi Yunlu, whose eyes were narrowed into a line, followed by two middle-aged men in well-dressed suits and ties, both wearing Western glasses, and looked gentle and kind.

"Haha, Editor Zheng, you're here." Zhang Qijie rushed up and wanted to bow his fist, but at this moment he was on the tension of war, so he grabbed the other party's hand and shook it hard.

"Oh, Elder Zhang is looking for me, of course I will come here. You preached on the weekend: "Respect for Authority and Obey God's Order" is very well-written. I'll organize it for you. How about giving you a third edition next week? There is also a royalty fee." The man laughed.

"You're welcome, you're welcome! Nonsense, nostalgia!" Zhang Qijie and the others quickly asked Editor-in-Chief Zheng to sit on the sofa.

"According to Xiao Qi's request, I also brought a reporter. Comrade Zhang Wufu from our "Longchuan Business Daily", remember?" Editor-in-chief Zheng smiled and pointed at the young man who came from his pocket and came with a pencil next to him.

Zhang Wufu quickly laughed: "The editor-in-chief doesn't need to introduce it anymore! Everyone knows me. I graduated from elementary school in the Presbyterian Church and are still from the choir."

Everyone laughed, Zhang Qijie sat opposite the editor-in-chief and said to Editor-in-chief: "Editor Zheng, I don't know if your newspaper can uphold justice?"

"Speak! I'm worried about the lack of news. Although the elections are very lively now, we don't understand what to say. We still lack news." Editor-in-chief Zheng laughed.

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Also at 10 a.m. Tuesday, Fang Bingsheng and Shan Ji sat at 200 meters away from Zhang Qijie and the others, and was also the meeting room on the second floor, the railway station.

The two sat at the end of the long and wide table, which was the best position. There was a stack of contracts in front of them, and there were two dipping pens, a row of brushes and inkstones next to them. They looked well prepared and thoughtfully, but the two of them were both impatient and irritable.

Fang Bingsheng kept pulling out his pocket watch, opening the case to look at the time, putting the pocket watch in his arms, and then turned his head to look at the hour hand of the British big clock beside him.

The pheasant has become a drunk man lying on the chair again, and his legs are stretched straight into the table, one hand is stretched out and the other is holding his cheek. The bow tie on his neck has been pulled open, lying on his neck like a dead toad, and the shirt buttons are unbuttoned three times, revealing mottled tattoos.

"Brother Sheng! This Weng Quanguang is so stupid! This is a very hour late! Is this poorer than not even a watch? I'll ask someone to urge you!" Shan Ji turned his head angrily and shouted at Fang Bingsheng.

Just now, Fang Bingsheng was worried that it was because the people in the small place had no intention of being punctual. They had never experienced the railway meeting of Weng Jianguang when he was only five minutes late and was scolded to death. And now he asked Weng Quanguang for this stupid thing, but he didn't want to be too rude, so Fang Bingsheng refused Shanji's clamor every ten minutes since 9:30.

However, after the ten o'clock bell has sounded, Fang Bingsheng couldn't sit still and said to Shan Ji: "Let me find someone to invite them."

Shan Ji immediately started to curse and wanted to go out to find someone, but at this moment, Stationmaster Lu pushed open the door of the conference room and whispered: "The guest is here."

"Bastard!" Fang Bingsheng and Shan Ji cursed in a low voice, stood up, Shan Ji began to greet the ancestor of Tiger Eighth Master, tied his own buttons.

After a while, Weng Quanguang and Shanzhu smiled and sweated, came in, and bowed to the two of them repeatedly.

Why do you sweat all over?

Because today Weng Quanguang wore the best Western dress: a tuxedo, a big top hat with a high elbow, and a stick in his hand; Fang Bingsheng, who was used to seeing this hooligan's big back and a long robe and jacket, did not dare to recognize that this slut was the hooligan's tiger-eyed eighth master.

"Sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time. I've held an election mobilization meeting in the company." Weng Quanguang threw the top hat and civilized stick to the pig and explained with a smile.

"What other bird mobilization meeting is you? Are you sick?" Fang Bingsheng cursed in his stomach, but his face was full of smiles. He personally pulled the chair for Weng Quanguang and asked him to sit down.

The pig, who followed the tiger-eyed Eight Master, also had a suit and bow tie today. It looked a little funny with his hideous face and scars. He walked behind the rooster first, handed a note to the rooster, and said, "Brother Ji, this is the address you want."

"Oh! You guys, come here early! I stayed all night with the door and waited for the servants to inform me. I immediately jumped up and went to Huizhou. If I had been sent last night, I would have stood in Huizhou City and started working now!" Shan Ji shouted happily and complained.

Shanzhu smiled and said, "There's nothing to do. We finished drinking last night and it was nine o'clock. It was too late, so it was hard to find someone to ask for information. This was what we just got in the morning."

Fang Bingsheng also smiled, thinking that Weng Quanguang's master and servant came to Li Guangxi for the sake of Li Guangxi's address. It seemed that the other party was still very sincere.
Chapter completed!