"Boss? Boss?" Shanzhu was constantly reporting the situation: from how he encountered it, to how he started a conflict, and how he resolved it, but as he spoke, he saw the eldest brother staring at the ground with his eyes slanted, his face turned pale and blue, and he gritted his teeth from time to time.

It's nothing wrong to grit his teeth. The problem is that his gritting rhythm is obviously inconsistent with what he said. Finally, Shanzhu felt that the boss was distracted. He stopped and asked the boss in a low voice.

Of course Weng Quanguang was distracted. Five years ago, he mentioned Huichuantang and Weng Jianguang were also distracted, but his face turned red: Boy, you can't do it anymore? Why don't you get a telegram pole now? Are you doing too miserable and running to Nanyang to live? Oh, ah, I'm sorry, the brothers who followed you are yelling, making a flaw.

From the time I learned that Huichuantang suddenly had a great comparison to now, I must be more distracted. That distracted is gritting my teeth: Damn it, boy, humiliating me?! It’s amazing to learn some Western learning to be a poet?! It’s great to be rich?! It’s great to be in the court?! It’s great to bully my master and destroy my ancestors?! Damn, for a bastard like Mao, is he richer than me?

"Oh! Where did you say?" Weng Quanguang was woken up from the nightmare by his subordinates. He turned his head with a pale face and said, "You continue."

Shocked by the boss's face that seemed to crawl out of the grave, Shanzhu hesitated and continued, "The one who came here was Shanji and Weng Jianguang's Secretary Fang, whose name was Fang Bingsheng. He was famous when he built the railway before. All of us ordinary people called him the 'ruthless tin monkey'."

"I know Shan Ji, the surname Fang? What is he doing? I haven't heard of this person in Longchuan Gang before?" Weng Quanguang shouted, but accidentally said the word "before", so distressed that he had to put the hookah in his hand and hammered his chest hard.

Shanzhu gritted his teeth, as if he was talking about something very ashamed, and said, "Well, Secretary Fang, I heard that he was the imperial examination candidate of our Song Dynasty, who was connected with Chinese and Western cultures, and was absolutely a Christian in the foreign religion. He was originally going to be a high-ranking official in the court. But he had a bright vision. Seeing that Weng Jianguang had a future, he did not become an official. He went directly to Huichuan Hall to start a telegram pole. He was the first juren to invite him to the hall. All the slogans and notices were written by him, which was amazing! Now he is developed, he seems to be the vice president. He is good friends with Lord Liu Guojian, and even Shan Ji listens to him."

In fact, Shanzhu had inquired about Fang Bingsheng as early as when he was building the railway and heard this half-true, half-fake and half-boasting rumors: when Fang Bingsheng followed the gang to hold a machete, musket, and a group of coolies, he said he was a juren and no one believed him; but now, even if you say he is the illegitimate son of Huan Zhuguo, there are a lot of people who believe in it.

So Shanzhu, a country black gang, naturally believed it timidly, but he did not dare to tell the boss, because the boss was sick by Huichuantang's development. Why did anyone always mention Huichuantang in front of him? Do you want to anger the boss to usurp the throne?

"Vice President? What level can the vice president be calculated in the gang? Could it be the second leader of the gang? Red Stick?" Weng Quanguang asked in confusion.

Shanzhu frowned and thought for a while and said, "It seems that the man has not been practiced. It should be Weng Jianguang's military advisor Bai Fan?"

Sure enough, the boss's face was painted with a layer of white paint, and he slapped the armrest with one hand and sighed: "Can this bastard even promote a juren to a white fan?!"

Then he was stunned and felt embarrassed. After all, the highest academic qualification in Longchuantang was the accountant of Heyun Company, who also served as the master Bai Fan. His education was because he was sent to Huizhou Private Accounting School for a year by Weng Quanguang, which is a private junior college with an education equivalent to an elementary school.

It was a "talented man" who was "outstanding" because of his literacy, but he felt inferior that he could not cut off all directions and became a black gang killer. After drinking too much, he always liked to spread his hands and press it on the table, and then skillfully cut the black gang between his fingers with a knife. He was definitely not as good as Fang Bingsheng, a genuine juren who could become an official in the court.

The more I thought about it, the more embarrassed he felt. Weng Quanguang continued angrily: "We are just licking blood from the knife. Will the juren chop people? Will they fire black guns? Will they charge protection fees? Huya's practice of destroying our gang's martial spirit and making the gang sissy really loses the face of our gang!"

The pig didn't respond. Is it interesting to say that the rich are poor? It's boring.

"That person surnamed Fang, I specifically asked me to tell you, we can't play with this election." Shanzhu said Fang Bingsheng carefully.

"Fuck! You are allowed to rely on Western learning to be rich and prosperous, so we are not allowed to get any foreign things? Dog things!" Weng Quanguang punched the coffee table, and made the hookah on it jump high.

The industrial and commercial circles in the Song Dynasty have now agreed: whoever works on Western learning will make a fortune; whoever works on the first will make a fortune!

Of course, those who make Western leather shoes are not listed here.

Nowadays, those rich and wealthy businessmen and wealthy people do not rely on Western learning to develop. Even if the old business such as Heyun, which has been around since ancient times, they still have to go on Western steamers to make a fortune, because they are safe, fast, stable, and have large freight volume;

In addition to the high efficiency of the steamship itself, the Chinese are actually very interested in things from the West. When encountering these foreign things, there are only two reactions:

The first type: monster! Kill, burn, step on it and never turn over;

The second type: magical object! You must touch it! If you can’t touch it, it’s good to watch it!

It is either the first type or the second type. You can jump around, but there is no third type.

Of course, in a country like Haisong, which is not rare to ask for archways, who dares to destroy those "monsters" openly? The people of foreign guns and bayonets know each other, and the court will not show any mercy to the "heroes" who dare to "destroy Western monsters"! He can't beat the bayonets, and the heroes are busy collecting protection fees, so who is so stupid to fight with the bayonets? Therefore, most of Haisong's things are considered "divine objects";

Therefore, Chinese people sometimes like to spend money on expensive things. They can even get there even when the journey is not far, but they can also take a flat-bottomed sand boat. If they don’t sit, they will feel dirt-like. If they have to spend more money on a foreign steamer, they would rather squat in the third-class cabin at the bottom of the boat without even the windows, step on others’ vomit, breathe the smell of a stinky pigpen, and not go to the sand boat to blow the wind and see the scenery.

This kind of atmosphere makes the passenger ship owners register their ships as foreign names. You bought a ticket for "Willes Steamer" and thought that the foreign ship was really cheap and profitable. When you went to the dock, you saw a guy on a dark wooden flatbed yelling at the top of your voice: "Willes Steamer! Welles Steamer! All of you are here! You will leave immediately!"

The same is true for the train Tiehe River. Longchuan, a small place located at the junction of Guangdong and Jiangxi, is very backward and traditional. It is so remote that even Haihuang Qing Township had never cleared this place. During the construction, the railway company underestimated the opponent's blood and tricks were too despicable, and even inspired civil unrest. The people drove away the despicable and shameless railway company and occupied the county town angrily. Even the magistrate of Longchuan at that time wore the clothes of Qing women and fled in panic. He was dismissed by the court on the name of "ineffective publicity and education".

This forced the court to follow the railway to launch the Annan Foreign Corps that had been prepared early. Of course, these guys in strange countries did not care about Confucian homesickness, nor would they have the Christian faith and strong sense of honor of the Song Army. Whoever cares about who shot or killed? When the bayonet was stabbed to death was a man or a woman, or an old or a young person.

Although the angry people of Longchuan had guns and cannons in their hands, they were facing the foreign legion established by the Haihuang to build railways. The purpose was to suppress possible civil unrest and not to let the glorious emperors touch the blood of innocent people on their hands, so as not to have a strong sense of conflict with their beliefs, thereby affecting the combat effectiveness of religious soldiers. After all, the royal army is forced to believe in Christianity.

Therefore, although the combat effectiveness of foreign legions is far inferior to that of the Royal Army, even if they are third-rate, they are foreign gun troops trained through regular military training, and the people will definitely not be able to stop them. They killed the people of Longchuan with one standard tactical attack;

The emperor had already planned this matter: even if the murder was launched, and the newspapers did not believe in the railway company and local people's bonfire party, they could push all the bad things to the Annan people, saying that the Annan people did not understand the orders, or even saying that the Annan people were too bad.

If the public is too angry, the railway will be repaired and disbanded on the spot. It will be OK to get a few Annan leaders on board and drive them to the sea for the missionary department to blow up the entire ship. They are just a group of temporary workers.

However, the Annan Legion of the two battalions only used it once in Longchuan. After the "bonfire party", the Longchuan-Ganzhou railway was so comfortable to build. Since the "Longchuan Heroes" admired by the Song Kingdom were all killed and injured, the people in other places were immediately convinced, so many shameless people on the scheduled construction line did not even plant the land. They even moved their ancestral graves to the fields, sitting on the ridge of the field with a dry tobacco pipe in their hands every day staring at the south, waiting for the court to requisition their own fields and migrating their ancestral graves into the city to pay.

Because for the "regular people" trained by the Qing Dynasty, worshiping ancestors is actually not as good as worshiping violence and money.

Moreover, after the railway was repaired, even though every inch of land under the railway track was fertile with the blood of the "hero", riding a steamer in Longchuan immediately became fashionable. Not to mention the rich people say how magical they are when riding a train every day, they are the poor. Even if someone dies on the railway, they will spend a month of hard-earned hard-earned money, and take their wives and children to buy three cheapest third-class train tickets to Heyuan City, which is close to the close. At the risk of being knocked to death, sit on the roof of the train car and drink black smoke all the way, and then drink a bowl of porridge outside the Heyuan City Railway Station, and then sit back. This can be boastful for half a year;

The court also specially sent a Western painter whom His Majesty to come, found several local people as models, and drew a famous oil painting "The Happy Life of the People of the Song Dynasty on the Foreign Train", which is a scene of a family dressed by a farmer sitting on the train smiling. Before the camera, oil painting was a medium that could carry a huge amount of information, which was very important. Now with a camera, oil painting is still very important, because oil paintings can be copied, published, and distributed in large quantities of Western printing technologies such as slate printing, while the technology of photo copying is not mature. The court also spent money to buy soft articles in newspapers around the world to publish the stone painting replica of the oil painting, which greatly increased the national prestige.

The Emperor of the Sea is still a saint, the court is still great, the railway company made a fortune, and the oil painting colored prints of "The Happy Life of the People of the Song Dynasty on the Train" also sold well in Longchuan. Those who have taken the train, whether poor or rich, have bought them so that they can raise their chores and brag about their presence, and have also taken foreign trains.

Only the dead who bravely defended the tradition of the Qing Dynasty were immediately forgotten by the living people: because you died, you are just losers, and the "successful king and defeated bandits" are imprinted in the soul of every "regular people of the Qing Dynasty".

In this way, if the Western learning industry is very early and fresh, not only will the money you deserve, but also the unexpected money. Who says Chinese people like fashion?

Even traditional transportation vehicles such as unicycles and sliders are completely incomparable to the emperor's carriages and four-wheeled carriages supported by roads.

Although Weng Quanguang is very rich, no one will be content. He wants to make a bigger fortune and is as developed as his archenemy Weng Jianguang.

After enduring the feeling of disgust and humiliation, he wondered countless times why a scum like Weng Jianguang could succeed. The Eighth Master of Tiger Eyes came to a conclusion that was so obvious that Weng Jianguang was the most shameless and shameless: even if it was a telegraph pole, even if it was a railway to destroy Feng Shui, he was the first to do such things as deceiving teachers and ancestors, and he did it while singing a mountain song.

So he sent it.

Therefore, the extremely upright tiger-eyed Eighth Master has been keeping his eyes on the newspapers, always trying to find a field like this. If he finds it, it doesn’t matter even if he steals corpses in the middle of the night and turns them into zombies.

He read newspapers so diligently that he also got rid of blindness through the simplified dictionary. He definitely couldn't read classical Chinese, and he would still pay for it when reading newspapers.

It’s a pity that Longchuan is a small place, where there are so many Western things for you to make first, you can only eat the remaining watermelon peels in Beijing and Huizhou.

But there was a recent news that made Weng Quanguang feel excited.

In newspapers, especially the Imperial News and several official newspapers below, they talked about "elections".

Although he doesn't understand what to do, the new Western words of the United Kingdom, Parliament, Parliamentarians, Western learning, reform, and these new Western words made him feel that this is a new foreigner thing.

"If you listen to the emperor's revenge, follow the emperor, and work hard to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors." The court will definitely not treat you badly!

This is the bloody lesson Weng Jianguang taught to his brothers, so Weng Quanguang did not think that this was the "restoring the ancient system" as Confucianism, nor did he think that this was the "take the opportunity to collect taxes" as industry and commerce, nor did he believe that this was an official position. He just felt confused that he could not pull off the bus.

He has been pulled by his old enemy too many times.

Maybe this is a new telegram?

Maybe the congressman is a kind of New Western formation, and everyone can transform into Feitian together at night!

As for tax collection, black/gang is an expert in tax evasion, who is afraid of them?

As for Christian identity, all Longchuantang is Catholic, and Weng Quanguang is also a well-known philanthropist. Why?

When they first entered Longchuan, the Catholic building was so beautiful that it shocked the entire county town. They were intimidated by the emperor. The foreign priest took his traitor and the second traitor to sue the church people every day. The officials turned green when they saw the priest.

Such a good organization is simply an enhanced version of the foreigners of the Tiandihui. How can the black/gang not join?

Otherwise, you will be at an absolute disadvantage in the lawsuit.

So Weng Quanguang, who meets all registration qualifications, signed up for the election in a daze.

The one who registered him happened to be the Director of the Public Security Bureau. He stared at Weng Quanguang over and over again, and then slowly said, "Old man, I'll ask again, aren't you really here to get your younger brother? The four of them beat people last night and were in the prison behind him."

"I'm here to participate in the election... election.....! I want to be a member of the meeting...... consent... consent!" Weng Quanguang said slowly, with a painful expression of constipation and hemorrhoids on his face, because those inexplicable foreign words are really hard to remember.

But what made him proud was: after hearing this, his "instant boss" Public Security Bureau Director opened his mouth so that he could stuff an egg into it, and kept it for a whole minute. Then the director asked himself with a cautious look on his face and said, "Old man, what is the election for? Give it a breather?"

Now I heard that the secretary Bai Fan of Huichuantang even had to take care of himself in the election. Is this a person still treating him as a person?

"When it comes to the seniority of the world, what secretary should I call me uncle!" Weng Quanguang was so angry that his chest was wafting, and he shouted: "If he had dared to tell you like this twenty years ago, I could bring him up immediately. According to the rules of the church, the lightest ones would have three or six holes (three or three pierced the outside of his thigh, do it yourself); if it was heavy, I could kill him according to the serious crime of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors!"

"I started my business by bullying my master and destroying my ancestors. Do you care about your rules?" Shanzhu saw the boss being fierce, as if he was punching in the air, and could only give him a helpless smile.

After thinking for a while, Weng Quanguang punched the table again and shouted, "I'm just choosing! What do you do? This is not a capital city, what you say is nothing! Oh, no, you just keep your word between two iron stakes, and you have the aura to stab my railway at home! Damn it!"

Shanzhu shook his head, leaned over to the boss's ear, and murmured like a dream: "Boss, how should we 'choose'?"

One sentence made Weng Quanguang stunned: The election is to register, but how to choose? Who knows?

After a cup of tea, Weng Quanguang let out a heavy sigh, waved his hand to the mountain pig, and said, "Go and keep a close eye on Xiao Zamao, the surname Fang, to see what he is here for."

"What's the use of this?" Shanzhu was a little stunned, then turned pale and shouted anxiously: "Boss, do you want to take revenge on him? They are railway companies with great eyes, and we can't afford to offend them! Brother, you have already thought about it!"

"Who wants to take revenge on him? I am very upright. I know Shan Ji, and he knows me too. As for Secretary Fang, I just want to understand the character of this good friend. If he has a good character and suits my taste, it's good to call him over and have a drink and chat together." Weng Quanguang said dissatisfiedly, then waved his hand and said:

"The world has been corrupted by the bastards in Foshan. Who told them to rebel? Isn't this asking for death? The emperor is behind the foreigners! Do they understand? So now is not the time for old age, and there are many fewer rules in the world. Everyone says that everyone is equal before Jesus. Although this principle is a bit strange, it is very fashionable. Equality is good, fashionable, and equality is also from the West, right? So don't just say that I am the secretary's uncle, it seems that we can follow the powerful and nobles, and just talk about the peers. Besides, Secretary Fang is knowledgeable and talented, Shan Ji was also a good man back then. Following Brother Huya, two machetes cut a railway. For example, you should respect others, learn more from others, and reduce the seniority of the world appropriately."

"Oh, I can't curry favor with Weng Jianguang. Now I can curry favor with his confidant Master Bai Fan and the thugs." Shanzhu suddenly realized and was a little depressed, but soon he shook his head and became full of joy: "Just the slap in our small county, if I can curry favor with the deputy general manager of the railway company and the thugs, it would be great."

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Even the other guy had to curry favor with him. Weng Quan, who was "very upright", watched Shanzhu hurried out, and he had no intention of playing Longchuan Shenquan's disciples outside. He stood up, walked over the platform, turned the screen, and arrived at his small incense hall.

It is not big inside, with two shrines. A two-foot-high statue of Guan Gong is opposite the hall door through the screen. The clean and bright incense burner in front is already filled with incense ash. The altar is filled with seasonal fruits and fruits, and two expensive whale oil candles next to it.

The reason why a simple small incense hall is set up behind the hall is that according to the rules of the Tiandihui, Longchuan Hall often moves out of Guan Gong's statue to hold various ceremonies, such as accepting disciples, swornship, convictions, and starting a new business.

The Heaven and Earth have always worshipped Guan Yu, and there is a record in the circulating "Reading the Psalm" that says:

The first praise of the saint's first loyalty, and the traditions of the past dynasties have their own traditions.

Different surnames are sworn in the same faith and faith, and all people offer to live in the nine levels.

Second praise for the saints, who are naturally outstanding, Xuzhou is separated from Cao's camp,

Go up the horse gold and get off the horse treasure, the beauty red robe Hanshou Pavilion,

Brother Wenru lives in Hebei, and he seals his gold and seals to run to the ancient city.

Bingzhu Dadan protects the royal wife, the first person who is loyal and loyal.
To be continued...