Fan Linhui's brother-in-law on the business association platform in the square was furious and pointed at a reporter below and shouted: "Who told you that my brother-in-law had committed suicide by hanging himself? You reporters can't talk nonsense?"

Fan Linhui also rushed up, and in the past few days he had lost weight. He stood side by side with his brother-in-law and pointed at the reporter under the stage and shouted: "I am a Christian, how could I commit suicide? Don't tell lies, okay? Which newspaper is from you?"

Then he raised a tabloid in his hand and pointed to the title "Fan Linhui committed suicide, God broke the rope" and shouted furiously: "Who is his "Heyuan Secret"? Stand up, I want to sue you."

Wang Yu's family, who was on stage, looked at Fan Linhui and his brother-in-law who were furious beside him, turned around and scattered a gospel leaflet under the stage, shouting: "Jesus loves you."

Zhang Qijie stared at his two eyes and crawled out from under the platform, and shouted at Wang Yu's family behind him: "Old Wang, explain to them that God is on our side, and we will win."

In the wooden shelf under the platform, Li Guangxi was drowsy on the recliner, with his face covered with wooden boards. Fan Linhui and his brother-in-law jumped, and the earth was shaking and landing on Xiaokai's face, but this little Kai didn't even have the energy to wipe the earth on his face, and his face was haggard. Yesterday, he jumped and yelled on the platform for a day.

The party platform opposite is not much better than the business association.

On the right side of the platform, the female horse trainer who is most popular among the male locals in Longchuan was called out from the circus. Don’t perform to the paid audience. Come to the square to voluntarily perform equestrians for free.

The Russian actress wearing a top hat and a long skirt sat obliquely on the saddle, dancing in front of the crowd of cheers.

On the stage next to her, Lin Liuming was hoarse at the crowd below: "Mr. Zhong Jialiang, who bought our lottery, has invested 100,000 yuan. It is impossible not to stop investing in what you all want to make... rooster..."

He couldn't help but scream because his voice was hoarse during the whole day of yesterday's verbal battle with the business association opposite, and he couldn't speak without yelling. But even though he was yelling with a blushing face and thick neck, Lin Liuming's voice sounded like a bellows that had crawled into a mouse, hissing and screaming.

Under the table rack, Fang Bingsheng, Zhong Erzai, Li Meng, and Zhuang Fei sat on a row of recliners, the same layout as the business association. Because the sun was too poisonous, there was only a little shade under the table. Fang Bingsheng's voice was also hoarse. The few of them took shifts to go on stage and shouted, and they thought that there was no difference from the bastards of the business association opposite:

They all want the people to buy their own lottery during the stalemate period of lottery battles. Because whoever buys their own lottery immediately becomes their own hardcore fans, voluntarily propaganda, voluntarily fight, and beating the other party’s supporters for the candidates of their own lottery.

In this case, the lottery is equivalent to choosing the lottery.

But the people of Longchuan are not fools. The 100,000-stone secret lottery in the capital not only hit Zhong Jialiang, but also caused the newspaper carnival in the entire empire and the sales of lottery tickets in various places to rise sharply. However, it did not arouse the local lottery tickets to purchase frenzy in Longchuan. On the contrary, Longchuan local evolved from the miracle of several lottery records in the continuous creation Empire to the sharp decline in sales of lottery tickets to nearly zero.

It’s not that I don’t want to buy it, but that I want to wait for Zhong Jialiang to continue investing money.

Even forcing the party to invest money.

The choices of the people of Longchuan can control the outcome, which is different from other regions.

They are waiting and watching.

The reporters had not seen enough of the wonders on Sany Street. The gongs and drums sounded along the street in the east, firecrackers were all in the sky, and high banners fluttered in the wind. It seemed that when they came, people would look at them a few more times. Many reporters looked forward to it, but the locals were very calm and ignored him.

Because of the sound of firecrackers, they burst into a scattered street with a crowded Sany Street. They walked so hard that the flags and firecrackers were approaching. In the smoke of gunpowder, they saw seven or eight people walking around like a slider.

The two people raised a pergola, and an old man sat on it, looking scary: the man's face was coated with women's powder, which was particularly thick. When the slide rod was shaking, the powder on his face fluttered at the scale and speed visible to the bystanders;

He was not wearing a suit or a robe. He was wearing a python robe that looked like a costume. He was wearing a glass bead on his head, which was worn by an ancient emperor. He also had a cardboard circle around his neck and a cross-shaped "" sign; his hands were stretched forward in his hands and held a rectangular cardboard in both hands. This must be a jade scepter. This suit was probably borrowed from a troupe. Although the circle and fork in his neck represent women in Westerners, in China, you can tell at a glance that the Jade Emperor and the Emperor have arrived.

But this seems to be not a god or a troupe performer, because the people following the slider are extremely serious and excited.

Two one-person-high cloth strips on both sides of the slide rod were supported on the bamboo pole, held up by someone, and made into a banner. The brush calligraphy on it was a big stick: the left side reads "Maintain the people"; the right side reads "Biography of a thousand"

Four or five people following the slide rod and flags shouted and threw paper at the crowd, as snowflakes were flying all over Sany Street.

This scene made the new reporters and pilgrims and the merciful ones dumbfounded: If the guy on the slide rod was not a real person, but a paper doll, and the people around him wore white clothes and white cloth to wrap their heads, and the ones sent in their hands were not mimeographed paper, but paper money, how could this look so similar to a traditional funeral?

Someone picked up the floating piece of paper and looked carefully and found out that this was not a funeral, but a campaign.

The old man on the slider is one of the candidates for Longchuan, Zhang Heyuan, the boss of Longchuan Zhengyuan Printing Bureau. This old scholar has neither the financial resources and connections of the business association nor the backstage of the party’s capital. He guards a shop and can only be considered a number in the election.

He originally thought that election was the emperor's move to recruit talented people, and he didn't plan to do anything, and he didn't understand. But since Caixing and immediately became a weapon for monsters in various parties, his son and his neighbors and relatives figured out a way to make a fortune:

Our old man Zhang is also a candidate, so he can be a bet

Seeing that the business association and the party were already crazy, the lottery ticket was about buying 100,000 yuan, how much was the gambling money to enter the dice? Mr. Zhang could also use the candidate to bet on a dark horse;

Of course, Mr. Zhang, who is in the "Popular Opinion Award", won't think about it. Just buying large-scale lottery in Longchuan and Beijing, the top eight are already over 27, and Mr. Zhang, the relatives and friends, may not be able to make up a silver dollar together;

However, the second round of the prize on the Bole Award is now roughly 50,000 silver dollars or more. The total bet is divided by 2 and divided by 4. If 500 people in Longchuan vote for Mr. Zhang, and Mr. Zhang wins the parliamentary, each person buys a lottery, then each lottery will redeem the prize of the silver dollar + principal.

But if a person like Fan Linhui becomes a member of parliament, then he will have 3 lottery numbers under his name. Each lottery number is only 2 yuan and 6 cents silver dollars.

Compared to 2.6

What an appropriate investment, there are only one conditions: all Longchuan voters have discovered this Golden Avenue to get rich, and they will invest all of them to Zhang Heyuan, so that everyone can absorb one-eighth of the total bonus of other parties, business associations and other regions of the empire, and get rich overnight.

Having a candidate in his hand is inevitably "springing". Relatives and neighbors do not care about Zhang Heyuan's opposition to the nonsense of waiting for the emperor to select him, so they carried this "god" to promote their "rat club". Zhang Heyuan thought about it for a while and was convinced, and even changed into costumes. In order to make a hundred yuan dream, he has been circling around the city every day to promote his secrets of making money every day.

But Longchuan voters are not good people. Although they all understand that if everyone works together to promote a slack product like Zhang Heyuan to the position of congressman, it can make a lot of money, but the problem is that "working together". Are you sure that your relatives and friends will follow you to invest in this dark horse? If only you are stupid and you are investing in a dark horse, others will invest in a hot spot, and your money will be divided by others.

Even prisoners in prison have the terms: "One person is an iron gate; two people are a paper gate; three people are nowhere to do it." You three can't afford it, let alone the hundreds of people who were elected by the Longchuan Congressman? Everyone is smart, so everyone watches this guy making a fuss, laughing in his stomach, or saying sneering.

However, Zhang Heyuan is obsessed with money and is not the only one who does this. Qi Yunlu follows Zhang Heyuan's campaign team.

Just behind Zhang Heyuan's team, Qi Yunlu stepped on the carriage without a canopy from Zhang Qijie Textile Factory that he borrowed, and came to the city to promote it. There were three-person-high banners on both sides of the carriage baffle: the big book on the left: "Qi Yunlu, a famous national architect, reported by the Imperial Daily"; the big book on the right: "The income is higher than Fan Linhui, and the risk is smaller than Zhang Heyuan"

He yelled in the carriage and watched the people buy their own lottery tickets** and voted for one-eighth of the total lottery pool. He also snatched flyers from the truck and threw them all around.

Because the hero in the capital did not beat him, he was kicked out of the top eight of the business association and the party, and he could not chase him. He had tens of thousands of Zhang Cai**, so he could not afford to chase him even if he lost all his money. Qi Yunlu also saw that Zhang Heyuan was dreaming in the daytime, so she immediately learned from Zhang Heyuan to make a trick, and also paraded around the city, encouraging voters to invest in themselves and make a fortune.

In the noisy county town, there are not only people, but also voters, pickers, and so many people are so overwhelmed that they have to kneel on the steps out of the hall, as well as candidates for demons dancing, and even many gangs have come.

There were many men with ferocious faces with tattoos and scars on their bodies, huddled among the reporters, jumping enthusiastically to greet candidates with various unusually professional questions. There were also many people who were very serious about holding pencils in one hand and holding a record book in the other hand and looking for civilians on the street to ask questions.

Even guys like Zhang Heyuan and Qi Yunlu who were obviously crazy about money were chasing several tattooed men and asked them loudly about various election issues.

Some reporters were curious and had the courage to pick up the bald tattooed man who was crowded in the reporter's group and asked questions under the scorching sun: "Brother, do you look like a gang? Does your gang have newspapers?"

"Of course we don't." The gang members answered extremely politely, more polite than the reporter. He smiled and said, "I'm the one who runs private gambling business in Ganzhou."

"Private casino," the reporter gasped, pointed at Li Guangxi, who was coming on shift on the stage and jumping and calling, and said, "Then what are you doing here for candidates? And you are still in Ganzhou, what does the Longchuan election have to do with you?"

"Why don't you have any information?" The gang members glanced at the other party in dissatisfaction, just like the newspaper editor-in-chief, and replied: "Gambling is to bet. This Longchuan election is well-known nationwide. What a good bet. We have the odds for every candidate, just like betting on the Beijing City Club. Can we not come here and give first-hand information in the association so as to adjust the odds of each 'park horse'?"

"Oh... I admire..." The reporter dragged a long tail sound.

Shanzhu was sitting in a rickshaw, and the two little brothers in front were yelling and the crowd was dodging. The car was quickly passing through Sany Street. Shanzhu turned around in the car and shouted and laughed at the rear of the car: "Senior Dajiang Li, there is Sany Square in front, and the elections are all there."

The bald tattooed man on the car behind him smiled and pulled out a pencil from his briefcase and inserted it into the pocket of his black silk shirt's top, just like a reporter.

The car was parked near the post office, which was crowded. Seeing the bald tattooed man throwing his briefcase to his younger brother, he would go into the square like a rabbit.

Shanzhu quickly grabbed the man and shouted, "Senior Li, you just got off the train, don't you really need to eat?"

"What a fuck." The man named Li looked very anxious, but after looking at the crowded post office, he turned his head and shouted: "Do you Longchuantang know the people from the Telegram Office? I must send a telegram at noon, can you not queue up?"

"Okay, okay, I'll find an acquaintance for you." Shanzhu nodded, and then apologized politely: "We have always admired Dajiangtang in Huizhou. After you have finished your work, let's have a meal together. In addition, there are the Beijing Triad Association, Zhuque Hall, Dock Workers' Association, Huizhou Ganzhou Gang and other seniors. Have you come and have dinner together?"

The Li smiled, shook his head, and said, "Why are you here?" Then he raised his head with confusion on his face and asked Shanzhu: "Hey, do you have any internal news on Longchuantang? How many plagues do you give them?"

"Take the Hands?" Shanzhu was stunned for a moment, then understood that it was a hands for the candidate. He smiled and said, "Our casino does not bet on elections."

"What? Are you not the Weng Quanguang brothers the candidate? He doesn't care about this and doesn't open the market?" The gang member named Li blinked his eyes and cried all night and was stunned for a moment.

"Our boss doesn't want to get involved in the election anymore." Shanzhu said with a little ashamed.

Although the elites in Longchuan were furious and even the county magistrate Liu Guojian was ruined, Longchuan Tang Weng Quanguang thought about it afterwards and was very scared: This is

You should know that the one who loves officials the most and obeys power the most is not a good citizen, but a gang, because without power, how can the gang behave? Unless.

Weng Quanguang thought about it again because of a difference in thought and a greed, he wanted to get in touch with the eunuch party in the capital, and wanted to make some money with Western learning. What was the consequence? The consequence was that he was almost chewed by Fang Bingsheng, a bastard, and the small Longchuantang.

In addition to fear, Weng Quanguang no longer wanted to get involved in this strange Western thing, so he just kept his territory to collect protection fees and monopolized rickshaw guilds and docks. What else should he do? So he didn't allow his subordinates to mention any election breaking, and his black casino had never opened a market quotation.

Hearing Shanzhu's answer, the gang member named Li shook his head and blurted out: "The gang in the small county town...ah."

This sentence obviously meant to look down on him. Then he woke up and said, "Thank you for your reception this time and welcomed you to Huizhou. I will not treat you badly in the future. Good brothers."

But with his assistant, his eyes emitted a red light like a reporter, he turned around and was about to penetrate into the square.

Shanzhu grabbed him and asked curiously: "Senior Li, how many handicaps are you going to Dajiangtang for our boss Weng Quanguang?"

The person surnamed Li probably wouldn't say it directly, but he took the train all night and didn't sleep well. He was a little relaxed and blurted out: "1:40"

"What? 40" the pig started to scream. Is it so much that I look down on the boss and can only open such a verdict when he becomes a member of the parliament?

Ten minutes later, because he wanted to get rid of the endless persuasion and entanglement of the pig, the Li surnamed shouted helplessly: "Okay, okay, all brothers, of course, when I send a telegram to me for a while, I suggest that Daweng Quan Guang win the winning rate, 39.5."

Half an hour later, Shanzhu returned to Longchuantang's old nest excitedly, and shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Boss, I have greatly improved our status in the world."

Eyebrows fly around the face.

Seeing such a passionate city, these new reporters were trembling with excitement in front of Sany Square. How many shocking things are there in this small city, how many achievements are there for promotion, how many bricks and tiles of their Western houses, how many betrothal gifts are there for their own wives, and how many gold and silver are there for their sons to spend their own money abroad.

Someone in the square had seen this group of reporters who had gotten off the train. Just looking at the smell of smoke, cheap suits, briefcases in their hands, expressions of fatigue and curiosity and excitement, and taking the bus all night so that they could know what they were doing at first glance.

Longchuan is full of reporters.

"Sir, do you want to rent a house? Get close to the center, two steps away, and you can get quiet in the midst of the noise, so that you can interview, write articles and post articles." A group of people walked over with signs for renting a house and asked.

This is authentic, and many reporters asked, "How much is it? Where is it?"

"Two dollars a day"

"You can stay in a star-rated hotel in Beijing for the money you have to go to," the reporters shouted in shock and angrily.

But the problem of living must be solved. After all, Longchuan election will take five or six weeks. The big newspapers are rich and do not have small landlords or agents. They will go to the best hotel on the street by themselves. The poor reporters are poor and have short ambitions and long hair, so they have to deal with profiteers. The reporters were quickly taken away by various landlords. They were lucky to find a small courtyard where reporters gathered. They were unlucky and were taken to a place where coolie beggars gathered. They also charged a price of twenty times more expensive than coolie. Who said you were a reporter? They were even more lucky and were pulled to the edge of the Dongjiang River and pointed to a broken sampan on the river and said, "No, this is my luxury house with convenient transportation in Shangfeng and Shangshui. Live here, let alone going to the center of the county town, you will have no problem even if you go down the river to Huizhou and Beijing. Of course, the deposit must be given, otherwise what if you cut my luxury house away?"

The reporters who came from the special train settled down like their early arrivals and immediately returned to Sany Square. It was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and batches of snack stalls came up in the square. The reporters squatted in the corner or the shade under the table to eat simple lunches. The business associations or the rich elites of the party ate the same rough food with them. No one from the candidates or reporters went down the line.

Don't dare to go out.

Everyone bets down several thousand yuan in their own net worth. How dare they make a fortune???...
Chapter completed!