Fang Bingsheng saw Weng Quanguang wipe the sweat from his head, and smiled and pushed the stack of contract documents to the other party, saying, "This is the contract text, please check it out." Then he turned around and looked at the door behind him, and asked Weng Quanguang in surprise, "Hey, did Master Eighth bring an accountant or accountant? I remember talking about this yesterday, right? There are a lot of foreign numbers here, so it's best to calculate it."

Seeing that the other party had only two people, there were no accounting personnel, and they thought the other party believed in his sincerity. Fang Bingsheng laughed and shouted, "I am worthy of being the Eighth Master. He is so loyal and man! I can trust me! Then please decide to sign and stamp it yourself! They are all friends in the world, so we Fang Bingsheng will not lie to you."

Weng Quanguang smiled, casually lifted the stack of paper, looked at it for a moment, and avoided it as if he was stabbed in his eyes when he was looking at fireworks: indeed, the words are small, densely packed like an ant, and the Chinese words are mixed with numbers, so it makes you feel a little dizzy when you look at it.

"What pen do you use? Hard pen? Brush?" Fang Bingsheng shook it with an ink box in front and said, "Cover the handprint?"

Weng Quanguang didn't mean to hold a pen, but instead pulled out an envelope from his chest, just like Fang Bingsheng did to him last night, put it on the table, and carefully pushed it to Fang Bingsheng again.

"Hey? What do you mean?" Fang Bingsheng was a little stupid when he saw the other party's movements.

Weng Quanguang turned his head and looked at the mountain pig standing behind him, smiling and silent.

"Old Moo in the Fight!" Fang Bingsheng cursed in his stomach, not knowing what the other party was selling in the gourd, but his status and strength were much higher than Weng Quanguang. Now he didn't care about etiquette or something. He reached out and touched Weng Quanguang's envelope, opened it and looked inside. There was a stack of blue banknotes inside, with ten yuan denominations, ten pieces, and a total of one hundred oceans.

Holding the envelope, Fang Bingsheng looked at Weng Quanguang and asked in a daze: "You... Master Eighth Master, what does this mean?!"

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It turned out that last night, Weng Quanguang didn't fall asleep after he went back.

If he had known that he had been cursing the Huichuantang Railway Black/Gang for the first time today, he would have been so excited that he couldn't sleep.

Moreover, the other party was surprisingly easy to talk. Before Weng Quanguang could speak, he just tried to show off and pretended. Fang Bingsheng immediately gave Duan Xiaoying without saying a word - how good the money was to make!

The price asked for is just a few simple trivial things, and Longchuantang is a professional expert in this area! Weng Quanguang didn't care about this price at all, and he could do it with a cough.

In addition, they have become "allies" with the Democratic Party. Of course, they are essentially "local dogs" of the Democratic Party. They do whatever they want, and naturally they cannot interfere with the election. - Weng Quanguang will not take this matter seriously. Election is worse than shit in front of a thousand oceans. In fact, if Fang Bingsheng visits the tiger-eyed Eighth Master when he arrives in Longchuan, he will not have to pay a penny. Weng Quanguang is willing to help him, but due to the historical grudges between the two halls, Fang Bingsheng is still not good to come forward.

What happened today was just that Weng Quanguang prayed day and night to come true.

But now that my dream has come true, Weng Quanguang tossed and turned, as if he was a mouse swallowing meatballs. It should have been a happy thing, but in his lifetime, did he have the good luck to pick up a meatball and eat it? After eating it, he always felt that there was something wrong. Is the meatballs full of rat medicine?

Weng Quanguang rolled around on the mat, and questions flashed in his mind:

"Why is that four-eyed bastard so generous? Isn't it just to scare some wealthy businessmen in the county?"

"Is the railway Huichuantang really working hard for the opium guild of Zhong Jialiang for money? Is there really five million to fight against foreign countries? How much is this? I can't imagine it! I have never heard of the Zhong Jialiang's wealth as good as the country!"

"Did Zhang Qijie and his men go crazy? Why do they have to spend money to play? Wang Yu's family is a little stunned, but Zhang Qijie is so smart, it is impossible for people like Zhang Qijie to go crazy?"

After thinking about it, I couldn't think of any thoughts. At this time, the servant informed: "The mountain pig is waiting for the master in the lobby."

Weng Quanguang put on his clothes and went out, glanced at the small Western clock in the bedroom: It was twelve o'clock in the evening.

"Boss, Li Guangxi found out about the address of Huizhou." Shanzhu nodded and bowed in the lobby. Since this was what Fang Bingsheng of Huichuantang wanted, would the entire Longchuantang not care about it? So Weng Quanguang immediately asked Shanzhu to find someone to inquire. No matter how late he found out, he would inform him first and then send it to Shanji and the others.

Now, three hours later, at twelve o'clock in the morning, the pig completed the task. At this moment, he was still full of alcohol. The wine he drank with Huichuantang had not yet digested.

After taking the note written by the address handed over by the mountain pig, Weng Quanguang looked at it, folded it again, and looked up at the reflection of the glass on the ceiling lights on the ceiling.

"Boss, I'm going to give it to the pheasant now?" the pig asked for instructions.

Weng Quanguang sighed, turned his head and asked, "Shanzhu, what are you thinking about Fang Bingsheng and the others?"

"What? What are you thinking about? I... how can I know?" Shanzhu said in a daze.

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Ten hours later, at 10 a.m., the conference room of Longchuan Railway Station.

Fang Bingsheng shook the envelope of the blue banknotes in his hand, surprised and wondered what Weng Quanguang meant: Why did he suddenly give him money?

"Master Ba, what do you want to do?" Shan Ji asked. Although Fang Bingsheng was always very careful and looked inside with the envelope. Shan Ji couldn't see the things in the envelope, seeing Fang Bingsheng's finger in, he probably counted money or something.

Weng Quanguang explained with a smile: "Mr. Fang, that's it. I thought about it last night, this..... Cough cough, haha, haha."

"What do you mean?!" Seeing the other party's expression of Weng Quanguang being so fake, Fang Bingsheng wanted to kick him, and he screamed viciously.

Weng Quanguang quickly said seriously: "I am a man, but I really admire Mr. Zhong Jialiang. He is obsessed with the West, and he loves Western learning. He translated a lot of Western learning for the Song Dynasty... I also love Western learning. I also have steamships and emperor cars under my command, and I also support road construction and so on..."

Fang Bingsheng was helpless and shook his head with gritted teeth, and asked again: "Master Ba, what do you want to do?"

Weng Quanguang sneered for a while, his face squeezed like a ball of chrysanthemums. He said, "Isn't this our Longchuan election? My photos were also on the Imperial Daily. This member of parliament and election are also Western learning. I also want to be a member of parliament, so... so I completely withdrew from the election and cannot be done."

Last night, he discussed with Shanzhu until five o'clock. The more he discussed, the more he felt that the election and the parliamentarians must be very valuable: otherwise, a group of high-ranking beasts in your capital and the rich businessmen in the most Western local areas were crazy, tearing their faces, and throwing money at a lot of money to grab this thing? Fang Bingsheng said it was useless, this ghost trust! It's useless, you can't steal it.

After hearing Weng Quanguang say the meaning, Fang Bingsheng was stunned and felt that the guy in front of him was a lump of wood. He talked so much to him last night, and wasting his words: Damn, why should you get involved in anything? Isn’t it enough to make some money honestly? I didn’t lie to you again!

The pheasant opposite laughed and knocked the conference table with his index finger joint, saying disdainfully: "Master Eighth Master, Brother Sheng told you very carefully last night, right? First of all, you are not Xixuetong, you can't play with it; secondly, it's useless, it's just that the rich are so full that they spend money on their money!"

I felt that the other party was coaxing him and looking down on his IQ. He treated him as a Kaizi. Weng Quanguang changed his face and shouted sternly: "The election is useless?! Useless? What are you doing when you come to our broken county town?"

One sentence made Fang Bingsheng sigh, and he supported the table with his elbows, rubbed his head against his arms, and looked helpless, and said to himself: "He/Mom is here again! We don't rob, and we don't care: Weng Quanguang knows nothing about the election, and Zhang Qijie and the others have never taken it seriously at all; however, when we move, all niggas rushed up! These bastards! Why don't you die of rustling? It turns out that I have become a vane here???"

Shaking his head and sighed for a while, Fang Bingsheng sat upright, looked at Weng Quanguang with a tired face, threw the envelope in his hand lightly on the table, and asked weakly: "What do you want to do when the Eighth Master? Give me the money back? What do you want to do?"

"Haha, this is our little intention." Weng Quanguang immediately changed his flattering smile, and his sitting posture became polite to Fang Bingsheng. He said: "I am indeed not Xiyangtong, so I want to go with the Democratic comrades in elections. I also want to become a member of Mr. Zhong Jialiang. So I would like to ask Mr. Fang Bingsheng to give more good words to the big people in the capital. If I can be a member of the Democratic Party No. 105, I can not choose a member of the parliament and work hard for you! Because we are not business friends, we have even surpassed the brothers in the martial arts world. We are the iron buddies who form party and make private contributions, Comrade Tie!"

As he was afraid that Fang Bingsheng would question his value, Weng Quanguang waved his hand and shouted nervously: "Actually, I am ready for all the things Mr. Fang told me! Everything is ready only for the east wind! No, you are not just nodding, then Weng Quanguang, comrade No. 105 of the Democratic Party, will definitely carry his head on you! At that time, it is not our comrade, who dares to elect a member of Longchuan, I will chop him with a knife!"

When Fang Bingsheng heard that Weng Quanguang wanted to threaten himself by joining the Democratic Party, and that "forming a clique for personal gain" had come out, Fang Bingsheng laughed.

The cheess next to him also snorted helplessly in his nostrils, looked at Weng Quanguang and Shanji, shook his head again, and said, "I said Ba Jun, I said it was difficult for the Democratic Party to join! You have to make Zhong Jialiang nod! How can we be so capable? What do you want us to do?"

"Then there is nothing I can do! My photos are on the Imperial News! I am not short of money, and my reputation is very good. Anyway, I will get one of them when joining the Democratic Party and the election! You look down on our Longchuan Hall, so let's go to the Presbyterian Church." Weng Quanguang shouted firmly: "In that case, the four smokers in your Opium Pavilion will be enemies with the entire Longchuan rich!"

For a moment, the conference room was silent. Since the skylight was open and spoke loudly, all the requirements and conditions were placed on the table. Both sides considered it, and the other side would hold their arms and wait for the other to respond.

Fang Bingsheng stared at Weng Quanguang for a long time, sighed and said, "Just join the Democratic Party, right?"

"Yes, yes!" Weng Quanguang quickly said yes. Seeing Fang Bingsheng's tone relaxed, he added: "If the No. 105 crossing is more difficult, I can sit around No. 120, but not after 150! Right? A hero from Liangshan is only No. 108? Look at how I like the Democratic Party so much, such a person with status, such a rich person, and such a loyal person, the No. 120 crossing of Quanhai Song is already the bottom line!"

Fang Bingsheng looked down at the table, as if he had made great determination. A long breath came out of his nostrils, and suddenly he punched the table: "I will be your recommendation person! Let you join the party! I will immediately return to the capital with railway telegram!"
Chapter completed!