Seeing that Zhang Qijie was convinced, the four heroes of the Democratic Party could not hide their complacent smiles, and even Fang Bingsheng was no exception. Anyway, he had never thought about joining a party and having to issue a party certificate before, but it was a real scene with this thing, and the upper class really could think about it.

Zhang Qijie opened the party certificate again, looked up at Fang Bingsheng and asked in surprise: "Do you still want to recommend people? Mr. Zhong Jialiang, the richest man in the Song Dynasty and the Western Trolley Master, is your recommended person to join the party?"

Fang Bingsheng lowered his head and tidied up his tie, concealed his pride, raised his head and said seriously: "I am lucky to catch up with Longchuan's wave thanks to Mr. Zhong's love."

"His seal? Is this really a handwritten calligraphy by Mr. Zhong Jialiang?" Zhang Qijie touched the beautiful pen calligraphy on it with his index finger and asked in disbelief.

These words made Fang Bingsheng tilt his mouth unhappily and said to himself: "What do you mean? Can I still lie to you? Can't Zhong Jialiang be my recommended party member?"

I was afraid that the other party would not believe it, and explained patiently: "I said it was because of my luck. I would not lie to you Mr. Zhang. Our Democratic Party is a united by all major enterprises in charge of government supervision and business operations. Not only that, we will soon capture all the elites of the Song Dynasty! Zhong Jialiang is not only my party recommendation, but also my boss Weng Jianguang, the boss of Songyou Tie Electric.

Li Meng next to him was trembling with his hands, and he was reluctant to let him go. He always wanted to find someone to brag about how powerful this was. Seeing Zhang Qijie staring at Fang Bingsheng in a daze, he was obviously frightened. He rushed over and put the party certificate together for Zhang Qijie, let him look at the cover, point the cover with his fingers, and began to explain: "No! This frog lotus leaf is our party emblem, which means we are honest and honest! No! Seeing that, Mr. Fang Bingsheng's party member number is No. 011, Mr. Weng Jianguang is No. 010, the boss of the Dasong Shipbuilding Bureau is No. 009, and our boss, Mr. Zhong Jialiang, is only No. 008!"

Zhang Qijie was very smart and understood that this was the queue. He turned his head and asked, "Who are the top seven of your Democratic Party? They are bigger than Boss Zhong?"

Fang Bingsheng curled his lips, smiled in his stomach, but his face began to whisper: "This 007 is the Foreign Minister Qin Liansheng! I believe you know how great this adult who is in charge of affairs of East Asian countries is. The others are ranked up according to this seat. The highest one is absolutely confidential. I dare not tell you until the news comes out, for fear of being shot by the missionary agents."

As he said that, he made a headshot with his fingers, clearly trying to make Zhang Qijie think that it was the emperor.

"Your Majesty? Can Your Majesty join the party?" Zhang Qijie frowned and asked Fang Bingsheng.

I knew he was a little disbelief from his expression. Fang Bingsheng waved his hand calmly and said, "This week, a heavyweight editorial article of the Emperor's newspaper will lead the way forward. The emperor also made a prophecy prophecy. The good news of the establishment of our Democratic Party will also appear at the same time, waiting to buy newspapers and read it yourself."

"How do you know the content of the imperial newspaper that has not been released yet?" Zhang Qijie asked.

"Does this still need to be asked? Who are we? The Democratic Party!" Zhong Erzai looked up at the ceiling proudly and shouted.

Li Meng seemed to be unhappy yet. Who doesn’t want to be a teacher? He extended his party certificate to Zhang Qijie, pointed to his party certificate code and said, “Did you see? My code is 102! The numbers of the four comrades in Longchuan are only from 101 to 104! Do you know why?”

"Why?" Zhang Qijie asked helplessly as the other party's words.

Li Meng laughed and said, "Because of personal assets and reputation, the four comrades in Longchuan are less than the top 100 miles in the country! However, we are the first four party members among all the decent people in all small counties in the country."

Because of his poor health, Lin Liuming was gasping for a while after finishing the show. Now he was blushing and waving his party certificate, saying, "The top 100 people in our party are the top 100 richest men in the Song Dynasty! Isn't it amazing? This thing is more difficult than getting the authentic French restaurant club membership certificate opened by foreigners in Huizhou City! Our family must also recommend people!"

"We are the most elite group in the Song Dynasty." Fang Bingsheng took off his glasses and wiped them. Even if there were no glasses on his nose, he could see that his chin was dislocated when he opened his mouth.

"Can I join the Democratic Party?" Zhang Qijie carefully pinched the party certificate with both hands and handed it back to Fang Bingsheng respectfully, but he even stood up.

Several Democratic comrades in the room laughed heartily. Looking at the trembling appearance of Xi Xuetong, the most famous county town, felt that he had entered the Democratic Party.

"It depends on your performance," Fang Bingsheng became more and more agitated: "After our Beijing headquarters issued a notice, we will appoint a head of the Democratic Party of Longchuan County. You can apply to him at that time. Although I am a member of the No. 011, I do not have this power for the time being. We are just like the army, and the discipline is too strict, and the distribution and approval of power are too strict. I want to help you, too, alas."

After saying that, while being proud, Fang Bingsheng crossed his legs and said to Zhang Qijie: "Then are you willing to make friends with us now?"

Zhang Qijie hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Fang, you know my situation better than myself. I am the elder elected by the brothers of the Presbyterian Church, and the most active among the five people in the Presbyterian Church this time. I took the lead in doing this before, which was equivalent to my inspiration. So it is not good for me to agree rashly now. Li Guangxi and the others don't know. If I agree, this others will say that I don't keep my word and play with brothers and friends. It is difficult for Christians to do this."

Fang Bingsheng nodded, which was also the reason why he was the first to come to Zhang Qijie.

Zhang Qijie and Li Guangxi are both official fans, and the Wang Yu family is a Christian lunatic. These three are the biggest rivals of the Democratic Party because of their financial resources and influence. However, the backbone of the three is Zhang Qijie, both the commander and the military advisor.

If they negotiated with Li Guangxi and Wang Yu's family first, they might have to come to Zhang Qijie for advice. So after Fang Bingsheng took over Fan Linhui and Qi Yunlu, he was the first to come to Zhang Qijie.

Just want to capture Zhang Qijie by capturing the thief first, which is equivalent to taking down the Presbyterian Church in one fell swoop and killing any opponent before the election.

If Zhang Qijie surrenders, it can be imagined that with his insight, eloquence and influence, he can convince Li Guangxi and the two bastards of the Wang Yu family to give up obediently. This is not only labor-saving but also much better than the Democratic Party, but also better results.

"So can you ask Mr. Zhang to contact Mr. Li Guangxi and Mr. Wang Yu family in person, and talk about this matter, and you three will discuss it?" Fang Bingsheng said, and then explained in an attempt to cover up: "I am from the Baptist Church, and you brothers from the Presbyterian Church are both Calvinism. We are all family members. But now we are in military orders and are full of love and trust from the Democratic comrades. We are also loyal to His Majesty and serve the country. So I have to ask Mr. Zhang to do this as soon as possible? Let's have a drink and have fun?"

After saying that, Fang Bingsheng did not allow Zhang Qijie to say anything, took out his pocket watch from his arms, lifted the cover with a snap, looked at him, raised his dial and said, "Everyone is engaged in Western learning, and time is very precious. At noon, I asked Mr. Liu Guojian, the mayor of Guizhou City, for lunch to discuss the location of the large circus tent, so I won't invite Boss Zhang to lunch. It's 11:30 now, and I'll be waiting for the visit of all my good friends at Zhong Erzai's house at four o'clock in the afternoon. The banquet will be held and we will have a happy chat. Is it okay?"

This is an ultimatum. After Zhang Qijie and the others discussed it, they surrendered and quit to find him. Everyone would have a drink to make peace and give each other a chance to save face. It was also a perfect ending.

In this way, Fang Bingsheng will solve almost all potential opponents before the election.

"Okay! No problem! I'll go find them now!" Zhang Qijie stood up.

Fang Bingsheng led the four comrades of the Democratic Party to immediately stand up and shake hands and say goodbye.

Watching the guests leave, Zhang Qijie held Fan Linhui, who was about to follow him, shouted: "Old Fan, what are you going to do? Don't you follow me to find Guangxi and others?"

"Isn't it enough for you to see this? It's not obvious." Fan Linhui said with a reluctance, "Old Zhang, I said, I didn't want to run for the election, and now I'm just quitting. My factory is always troublesome, how can I leave me? We don't have the ability to send a military supervisor from Haijing to command some inexplicable elections. I won't go to the afternoon banquet. Anyway, I don't care about what to choose or not."

After saying that, he left on his own, Zhang Qijie was so angry that he stamped his feet behind him.

Fan Linhui left Zhang Qijie factory, stood at the entrance of the factory and called an emperor car, asking him to go to his match factory. He couldn't help but get the excitement in the car. He took out the horse ticket from his arms, looked and touched, and laughed: "The election is good, I really didn't expect it to be like picking up money for free when walking. Someone gave you money, and asked you to rest! There was such a good thing? Haha."

Unexpectedly, five minutes later, he looked up and exclaimed: "I said! That coachman, do you recognize the way? Where are you pulling me?"

It turned out that the coachman pulled him to a teahouse where a remote alley was. Fan Linhui turned his head in the car and looked around. He saw a secluded dark wall on all sides. Big trees stretched out from the yard to cover the alley. Apart from the birds and cicadas, it was quiet here. The hustle and bustle of the county streets seemed to float in the mirage in the sky in the distance. He finally recognized where this was, but he actually walked around the streets behind Zhang Qijie Factory.

The mountain pig, who had been leaning against the pillar of the teahouse, immediately led a few people to surround him.

"Ah? Mountain pig? What are you going to do?" Seeing that it was this group of hooligans, Fan Linhui sat in the car and quickly stuffed the horse ticket into his arms.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Boss Fan!" Shanzhu said with apologetic expression, rubbed his hands and whispered in front of the emperor's car: "I want to invite Boss Fan to have a cup of tea and chat, okay?"

"What time is it? Don't eat!" Fan Linhui exclaimed: "You know how busy I am."

"Boss Fan, please give me some face. Everyone is an old neighbor." Shanzhu begged with a bitter face.

Fan Linhui's butt didn't mean to move from the cushion: Who is a serious businessman who is willing to be brothers with these people? He shouted: "What are you going to do? Tell me directly."

"Oh!" Shanzhu stomped his feet and said, "Actually, I happened to see you and a few people from the Opium Pavilion go to find Boss Zhang. Didn't our boss run for the election? Did the Emperor's newspaper not publish his big photos? The boss asked me to learn about the election. You and the few Western scholars in the Presbyterian Church are all Western scholars who are connected with Chinese and Western. I want to find someone to ask what's going on with this election."

After saying that, the pig spread his hands, and the scar seemed funny on his face full of sorrow. He said, "My boss has been forcing me, and you know, I really don't understand me, this is semi-illiterate! Now I don't ask you, how can I do this? Aren't you a part-time teacher at Sunday school? Just teach me an illiterate and get rid of the blindness! OK? Please, Boss Fan, Teacher Fan."

[Sunday school: The literacy cram school sponsored by the church is usually held in half a day every Sunday afternoon, mainly teaching simple and common words for young people to get rid of blindness.]

"Okay, okay, it's just an election." Fan Linhui shook his head and got out of the car. The pigs there were already joyful, and he bent his waist and half-held half-guided to invite Fan Linhui into the teahouse.

In fact, Shanzhu and his group monitored Fang Bingsheng and his party. When they saw Fang Bingsheng and his bastards all out to find Zhang Qijie, they wanted to find Fan Linhui to ask what they wanted to do.

When Fan Linhui mentioned the scene he had just seen, he was also flirting with his eyes. The decent people in the small county were also shocked by the scene from the capital.

The pig opposite was stunned and dumbfounded. His eyes never retracted back into his sockets. From beginning to end, they were all questions, and there was no affirmative sentence:

"What? They are all Democratic comrades? What is Democratic?"

"What? Make the decision for the people? Be honest and honest? Are they going to be officials?"

"What? All of them are done by large enterprises in the capital, including government-supervised commercial enterprises?"

"What? The first hundred rich men of the Song Dynasty?"

"What? The four of the Opium Pavilion in our city can only be one hundred years later?"

"What? Joining the Democratic Party is hard to reach the sky. The first party member is the emperor? Maybe? Is that right?"

"What? They seem to be crazy? So crazy? What's going on?"

"What? Holding a party certificate in your hand is like holding a Bible. What is a party certificate?"

"What? And the party emblem? What is the party emblem?"

"What? What is a toad? No, no, I know a toad, I ask what does it mean?"

"What? Slogans are scared to death? What slogans? Are you not afraid of killing people? "

"What? Are all the Western circuses here? What is the circus?"

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The pig asked for a long time, but at the end, he didn't know what to say, so he just pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his sweat repeatedly.

Fan Linhui also got addicted to gossiping after he finished spitting, and smacked his lips, picked up two peanuts from the plate and ate them, drank the tea cup, and slapped the tea cup on the table with a bang, stood up and said, "I'm done, let's go first!" He got up and was about to leave.

Shanzhu quickly grabbed him. Fan Linhui looked at Shanzhu's thirsty expression, and also felt bitter, spread his hands and shouted: "Zhanzhu, I told you, what else do you want to hear? I can't say it anymore. The tricks they made were all learned from Western learning, and I have limited understanding of things like heavenly books."

"I know! I know! Thank you Boss Fan!" The pig's head lit like a chicken pecking at rice to express his gratitude, then raised his tears and asked, "Boss Fan, you are so knowledgeable and helpful, can you tell me: If, if, we are just as if, someone is not from our Longchuan, and if you want to scold the party who is the leader of the people, what should you say? What are some ready-made words? It's better to be catchy."

Half an hour later, the pig ran back to his nest. He was sweating profusely and panted at the old man's fist light and shouted: "Boss! No! They have established a eunuch party!"
Chapter completed!