Saturday at 12:30 pm on the second week of the election]

Police officers from the Public Security Bureau, one block away from Sany Street, flocked out. They were frightened and called their colleagues who were eating back from the restaurant opposite. The snack stall was holding the spoon and asked Officer Lin in surprise: "Lao Lin, what happened? Is there a big case? Has it come out?"

Officer Lin almost dragged his neck out with three sheriffs, shouting casually: "What a fool, look at the street."

The master looked up and saw that the people on the street were like clouds in the wind. Groups of people ran past the food stall and headed towards the east.

"What's wrong? Is this? What's the big deal?" the master asked in horror.

"Old Li, you kid, must not buy lottery tickets? Make your food with peace of mind." Officer Lin pressed the gun holster in his waist, followed his colleagues through the crowd of angry people on the street, and ran to the Public Security Bureau. The alarm bell was already ringing in the public security bureau. All the police officers rushed out in a hurry and lined up in front of the building to move.

Immediately afterwards, the secretary of the official Zhao Jin** also rode a tall horse in a panic and rushed over in person. When he saw the sheriff outside the public security bureau, Lin Li was furious. He pointed at Ou Xingsun, who was holding a police cap while wiping the vegetable leaves on his mouth and yelled: "What's going on? Why did you ask your subordinates to carry a spear?"

Ou Xingsun seemed very frightened and injured. He shouted incoherently in front of the adult's horse: "Master... I received a notice from the yamen. I immediately mobilized everyone to be a first-level verbal precept... Be wary..."

"You bastard, you want to deal with the possible civil tide. Why aren't the civil tide using guns? Change to rattan batons?" the secretary yelled in anger.

After being scolded by the adults, Ou Xingsun was both aggrieved and scared. After a moment of silence, he asked the police officers to go back and re-equip the inexplicable cold weapons that the Public Security Bureau in the County Town has equipped but has never used before. This is actually not Ou Xingsun. Director Zhang will be scolded by the adults from the capital even if he is still there. Longchuan is not the capital. The police officers in the small county town may have dealt with, but who has the experience of dealing with the civil tide?

Half an hour ago, I don’t know who secretly climbed to the bell tower of the central church and threw two hundred pictures of the front page of the Song Shang Economic News towards the crowded square. Half an hour later, the entire county town of Longchuan County was in full swing. Hundreds of people in the square headed towards Zhong Erzai’s house, and more and more people gathered there, which was the nest where Fang Bingsheng and the others escaped.

Originally, the locals in Longchuan were basically locals. If you throw in ten thousand copies of the Song Shang Economic News, even if you can read the above content, they don’t know what they are doing. Instead, they happily took the part to be wrapped in meat and cabbage, and took the pages with copper prints of beautiful female models to stick to the wall. However, Longchuan is different at this moment. There are reporters everywhere, and most of them are journalists in big cities. Small cities have no financial resources to send out foreign journalists, so there is no need.

The reporter is not only knowledgeable but also afraid that the world will not be in chaos. This is the most unstable factor that the imperial sheriffs hate the most.

The same is true this time.

Shortly after the newspaper filled the square, a reporter immediately gave a speech to the public: pointing out that this newspaper was an internal newspaper of the Foreign Medicine Guild, representing Zhong Jialiang's attitude.

And in the front page headline "Cai** may turn elections into bribery, which is related to the country, whether the empire should immediately stop lottery, this opium tycoon, as the "business and civil rights elite interviewed", said in black and white: "I, Zhong Jialiang, have always been committed to promoting the political and economic system of the empire with the European Christian powers. 'Election is the entity of the laws of the church within the Christian church." This is what Your Majesty said in person. My empire needs this system. This is holy, blessed by God, but some color ** company brazenly issued election lottery and actually used the candidates as bets by a group of sluts, scum, antichrists, and gamblers to turn our holy, great, happy, and talented and strategically planned Longchuan elections, which His Majesty, turned into a battle. How can I do this? As a national of the Song Dynasty who loves God and loyal to the emperor, I am heartbroken about it...."

This passage was repeatedly read to the public in the square.

And many Beijing reporters explained to the crowd: This report means that Zhong Jialiang will not continue to bet on silver dollars. He was scared and wanted to escape. He also suggested that the court immediately seal off the "New Boudoir surname" from Cai* Company.

Not only do you have no courage, but you also want to tear down the gambling table?

What kind of scum?

The reports of Zhong Jialiang's newspaper offended the entire Longchuan people.

First: The traditional culture of the Qing Dynasty was to like Song State that even if it was established by God, it was strictly prohibited to gamble privately; for this reason, the emperor set up a stadium, and the weekly part was so popular that it increased the empire's financial revenue. The emperor also learned the "advanced things" in the West and set up a lottery company. Although the amount could not be kept up, the sales volume had been rising sharply and the future was broad;

Secondly: The most powerful gambling area in the imperial region is Guangdong. Betting on everything, and the sales of lottery ** has always been among the highest in all provinces.

Again: As the location of elections in Guangdong, Longchuan attracted the attention of the people as soon as the new surname was issued; Fang Bingsheng, the election expert sent by the party, was blessed by Fang Bingsheng: the election was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and all the women and children in the county talked about circuses and election gifts greatly promoted the popularity of the election, and promoted the lottery, that is, the election;

Then the Business Association, the subsidiary organization of the Presbyterian Church, added fuel to the fire. Several big bosses were respected in the region. They had the largest church behind them, and the business relationships of the entire region of Lianzong. They had hundreds of workers and their families. After actively buying lottery tickets and assisting the election, they also actively promoted lottery tickets.

The result of the above-mentioned party and the Presbyterian Business Association was that Longchuan had almost everyone's lottery tickets: from the old lady buying groceries, the vendors buying newspapers, the shoe boys polishing shoes, and the waiters in the restaurant; from the business elites in suits and ties, the sheriffs in uniforms, and the officials in the yamen with civilized sticks, almost everyone talks about elections, and the three words are not separated from the lottery.

Color ** is

Everyone thinks they can make money, and they won't buy it if they don't make money.

However, Zhong Jialiang's behavior angered all those who bought lottery tickets.

You can lose, but do you want to close the original bet refund or what does it mean?

Have I been excited for so many days?

The whole square was in full swing, and the civilians who participated in the gambling were gritting their teeth and looking for the party - the only minions of Zhong Jialiang from Longchuan that they could catch, but Fang Bingsheng was not stupid, and the boy had already escaped with the party.

The crowd was furious, and the black crowd set off from Sany Square to kill Zhong Erzai's house, shouting along the way:

"Zhong Jialiang's bastard"

"No conscience"

"The devil"

"Beat the best friend"

"The Party is a beast"

"Whoever smokes another nail and opium will die for the whole family"

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Longchuan was very young, and soon a hundred people gathered under the steps of Zhong Erzai's family, and the number was increasing continuously. Fang Bingsheng and several others rolled and crawled back, and the door was closed and allowed to yell and scold outside.

Fang Bingsheng and others who were hiding behind the door did not dare to show up. They had to listen to the angry Caimin outside who was furious to tell the four people of the Longchuan Party, Fang Bingsheng and even the eight generations of the Zhong Family's ancestors, and faced the anger with helpless silence.

However, this helpless silence was quickly understood by people outside as provocation.

"What can we do?" This silence further stimulated more and more people, and was understood as "I won't swear to you."

"You guys are not brave." A teacher who bought the party's 20 silver dollar lottery was cursing. As an employee of a private small and broken school, 20 yuan was his savings for two years of hard teaching. He looked at the dark and silent gate and couldn't vent his anger. He jumped up and grabbed a tiled from the wall opposite Zhong Erzai's house, and threw it viciously into Zhong Erzai's house.

This reminded everyone.

In the blink of an eye, the walls on the street opposite Zhong Erzai's house were all affected. The tiles were peeled off and the bricks were pried off. The owners were so anxious that they shouted to the dark crowd on the street from the ladder and on the roof: "Friends, I bought the lottery, and I also annoyed Zhong Jialiang and the party, but don't dig my walls, please."

But no one paid attention to these pond fish.

The people hiding at Zhong Erzai's house felt that the end of the world was coming: bricks and tiles flew in like rain, and the door was smashed and clattered. A little maid who was delivering tea in the corridor was smashed by a tiles. Before she could recover from her senses, she squatted in the ground in horror, the bricks and stones like rain flew in, and the glass scraps on the window above her head hit her head and face.

"Mr. Fang, what should I do if they are smashing my house?" Hearing the strange screams of servants behind him and the sound of the broken windows, Zhong Erzai, who was squatting behind the door, held Fang Bingsheng's tie and asked howls, as if the crusaders squatting in a trenches being under fire to seek support. He regretted why Fang Bingsheng led this group of bastards to his home and went to Lin Liuming's house or the railway station.

Fang Bingsheng covered his head and looked at Zhong Erzai in front of him with tears in a daze. He was like a friendly army deafened by artillery fire. The insults outside, the whistling sounds above his head, and the sound of the pounding of the door panel in front of him were almost crazy. If Zhong Jialiang was here, he would pull out his gun and shoot the bastard in the forehead without saying a word. How could he do this?

The telegram tells yourself: It's okay, please wait

What's the result?

Cao said nonsense in his newspaper, offending the bastards in the entire county town, and it doesn't matter if he treats himself as an abandoned child.

You want to abolish the lottery and at least notify me, I can run away. Now I'm fine, I'm all blocked in Longchuan

Seeing Zhong Erzai shook his boss with tears in his eyes, the pheasant squatting behind the door couldn't see it anymore, and squatted over and hugged Zhong Erzai and reached out to hold his hand. However, Zhong Erzai was anxious and refused to let go, and grabbed Fang Bingsheng's neckline and shook it back.

The tie strangled his neck like a noose. After a short period of suffocation, he finally woke up. He slapped Zhong Erzai's dog paws, stood up behind the door, and looked around: There were people on the front line of the door, including party and Zhong Erzai's servants. They looked a lot of people and powerful. The servants also held a spear in their hand, but the roar outside the door became louder and louder, and they were strengthening like a sea wave. It was probably hundreds of people, and everyone was so scared that they were out of their minds.

He pointed to the beam of the door opening above and shouted: "Shoot me and shoot me."

"Fire? So many people? Killing is a death sentence, Mr. Fang." Captain Zhong Erzai's family, who was squatting under the door bolt, asked in a dumbfounded manner, holding his expensive breech gun.

Fang Bingsheng shouted in anger: "Who asked you to shoot someone? I fired a gun at the sky and asked the sheriff to come over. They were all a group of unruly people, and they were scared away as soon as the gun fired."

Seeing a group of people looking at each other with trembling faces, Fang Bingsheng sighed with regret, lifted his suit and waved it, pulled out his plum blossoms from behind his waist for five consecutive pistols. Without moving his footsteps, he raised his wrist and fired four shots at the beams above the doorman, and one of them was silent.

The huge gunshot echoed and rebounded in the doorway, and the gun smoke also spread around Fang Bingsheng's shoulders.

As soon as the gun rang, the roaring and insulting outside the door stopped immediately.

Then the party and his men came to their senses and shouted to let their men go out and shoot.

As a result, seven or eight guns from Zhong Erzai's family opened fire in the yard, and white smoke slowly rose into the yard wall.

As if magic was released, the curse and brick rain that had just resounded through the sky disappeared immediately.

The guns were fired in the yard and the threatening smoke rose up. People in the street outside Zhong Erzai's house were shocked. They quickly retreated back like octopuses in the sea and retreated into the alley like a can. A semicircular open space appeared at the door of Zhong Erzai's house.

But only for a moment.

A moment later, the rioters and the Rangers, who were among the rioters, had quickly identified from their own experience the threat of Fang Bingsheng's gun-shooting warning.

Is this a ruthless character shooting at the sky?

In fact, the reporters want the party to attack people

How can you make good news without being perverted?

Huang, a special envoy of the largest public newspaper in the folk, climbed up the wall that was half-cut and started a speech at the scared Longchuan landlady below: "Don't be afraid that they will shoot at the sky and are scared. We are many people. Do they dare to shoot at you and me? Go up and continue to smash. The more fiercely the Zhong Jialiang is, the less arrogant Zhong Jialiang dares to be arrogant. I am a reporter. I will definitely add fuel to you and make Zhong Jialiang want to kill himself."

Then the foreign journalists immediately went crazy and raised their arms and echoed with him: "The more fierce the smash, the more money it is, the more people in Longchuan come on."

The crowd was incited by these reporters again, and the perverts surrounded him again.

Angry, a businessman took out his pistol and pointed it at Zhong Erzai's door. Countless people immediately encouraged him to open fire and shoot, but he was also a Chinese. How dare he do such a thing as a pioneer? Taking out a gun was just a meaning.

I glanced at it, but still didn't dare to fire.

The crowd immediately started to cheer

A shameless person held the man's hand and gun, trying to use his hand to fulfill his intentions. The merchant was shocked and fought with several people, but he snatched the gun but didn't fire it.

At this time, reporter Huang, who was standing on the low wall, pointed to the low wall under his feet and shouted at the owner of the house in the wall who was crying without tears: "Sir, sell this wall to me, how about giving you one yuan?"

"Sell your mother, hurry up and go down." The owner was so angry that he beat his chest and fell to his feet.

However, at this time, reporter Huang was a little disappointed and found that he did not need to provide everyone with bricks and stones for artillery fire. The low wall was just bricks that were demolished. It was too heavy and could not be thrown far away. His follower had already returned and brought a cart back.

The rows of rotten fruits and rotten vegetables and leaves were filled with rows of trucks. He just ordered his companion to go to Longchuan Vegetable Market to buy it.

"Smash the best friend and kill Zhong Jialiang." Huang yelled, then jumped off the low wall, ran to the ground tray, picked up a rotten fruit and threw it into Zhong Erzai's wall.

Immediately, a car full of things was snatched up and smashed into the wall like raindrops, while the people inside the wall retracted back into the corner and shouted: "I'll start smashing vegetables, fruits and vegetables."

Looking at the rotten vegetables, leaves and fruits in the sky, Huang nodded, gave his follower a note, and said, "Very good, you can send a telegram to the post office immediately."

The note reads: "Love Cai**The people of Longchuan are filled with righteous indignation, and they are shameless insulting the party's houses. They are angry and smashing the party's mansions. The people of the party and rats shoot themselves to protect themselves. Blood flows everywhere: Whoever opposes Cai** will smash the dog's head."

The follower turned around and ran a few steps. Reporter Huang remembered something and quickly called him, shouting: "After sending the telegram, remember to see where there is a construction site, and get back with a cart of stones."

At this time, the sheriff who was holding a rattan baton entered the venue with great momentum.

On the other side of the street, the business association also came with a group of workers, and there were also several cars loaded with stones and rotten vegetables and leaves behind...
Chapter completed!