In fact, Zhang Qijie discovered Wang Yu's family earlier than his subordinates. This opium school was eating takeout in the square shed outside the church. As a result, Zhang Qijie brought the goose-like Wang Yu's family into the church.

At 12:30, Li Guangxi also came, and all four of them arrived.

Zhang Qijie showed the newspaper to the two of them with excitement and told them about his plans.

It turned out that he wanted a few people to raise money for him. Four of them raised 10,000 silver dollars and bought 10,000 lottery tickets from Zhang Qijie. This ghost could not defeat him. He firmly won the first round of "Popular Opinion Award". This money was earned in vain. Since that is the case, someone must follow the trend to pick up the money for free. He also wanted to pick up the second round. With the lottery, there must be votes. In the second round, he will definitely vote for Zhang Qijie, and Zhang Qijie will definitely be elected.

"You think about it, Fang Bingsheng kept saying that he wanted all four Democratic Party members to be elected. If I had 10,000, then the four of them would have to pay more than 40,000 silver dollars to kick me out? How is this possible? 40,000 silver dollars? Who can afford it? We will win!" Zhang Qijie shouted with excitement.

Qi Yunlu next to him was very angry and clenched her fist and shouted, "Old Zhang, you can't do this! This is what I thought of! You are robbing my money! Aren't you an elder? Are you a devout Christian doing this kind of thing?"

Zhang Qijie said with a smile: "I only want the MPs, don't bet on profits. If I win the bet, I will only get my principal back. How about the profits to you according to the amount? In this way, you really make a profit or no loss."

With one sentence, Qi Yunlu shut up, her face was shocked and happy.

But Li Guangxi raised his head with some dissatisfaction and said, "Old Zhang, what you think is good, but are you the only one who takes the congressman? I also want to be a member of the parliament! My son has been threatened, and I have been targeted by the helper/congregation. Do you think I care about this bonus?"

"The money is the greatest chance to win when it is transferred to a person!" Zhang Qijie spread his hands and said.

"Then why don't you send 10,000 yuan to me and buy 10,000 yuan of my lottery?" Li Guangxi immediately retorted.

The room became quiet, and only the sound of Wang Yu's reading newspapers and lottery reports were left.

Zhang Qijie thought about it, shook his head, and said, "How about this, let's go together! The money from the four people is transferred to us, and we don't want the profit, so I will give it to Xiao Qi and Lao Wang. Is it okay?"

"Okay! I agree with this, each person is 5,000! Fang Bingsheng and the others have to get 20,000 silver dollars to surpass us, which is impossible." Li Guangxi laughed, then he turned to ask Qi Yunlu: "What do you think?"

Qi Yunlu laughed: "I actually want to make a profit. Since you don't want bonuses, I want it, I agree!" As he said that, he turned to look at Wang Yu's family and asked, "Lao Wang, what do you say?"

Wang Yu's family raised his head. Although he was pious, he was not stupid. Otherwise, he would not be the King of Jackie Chan's glass. He blinked and said, "This method is good. I'm worried that I can't beat the Democratic Party at all. I can't sleep well at night."

After hearing this guy say this, everyone laughed. Zhang Qijie patted Wang Yu's shoulder and said, "That's good. Everyone goes back to transfer cash and raise 10,000 silver dollars to buy our lottery tickets."

But Wang Yu's family twisted his head and said, "Who said I want to make a contribution for you two?"

"What? What do you mean?" Zhang Qijie and the other three were shocked.

Wang Yu's family said, "In prison, I pray every day to ask God for help. God told me: You are going to run for parliament. I can't make up for you, so I will go against God's will! Because I am not a parliamentary."

"Old Wang, can you stop making trouble!" Zhang Qijie shouted.

Li Guangxi even stood up from the chair, pointed at Lao Wang's nose and shouted: "Lao Wang, be careful when speaking! You said God has spoken to you? Which green onion are you? You are a prophet! Why haven't I heard of it? You kid want to be a heretic in the charismatic sect, right?"

Wang Yu's family shook his head without caring and said, "I'll go and choose myself, I'll buy lottery tickets, buy my own, two thousand yuan."

"Lao Wang, are you a little team spirit good? We are forming a group to fight against the Democratic Party!" Zhang Qijie shouted in pain.

"Psalm 20:7 Some people rely on carriages, and some people rely on horses. But we will mention the name of the Lord our God. I do not rely on any team, I rely on God! From the beginning, I have never said that I will form a group to run with you? I chose for God!" Wang Yu's family opened his hands in surprise, looking confused.

The remaining three people strangled him to death: It turns out that this monster didn't plan to treat himself as a buddy. You chose for God, you bought a bullshit lottery, and let God directly give you a member of the parliament?!

But everyone knows that as long as the Wang Yu family makes a decision, it is impossible to change: this kid was almost labeled as a murderer. After coming out of the black prison, he actually said that he felt extremely happy and peaceful in prison because of Jesus being with him.

Who is framed and happy and peaceful in prison?

Only Wangyu's family can!

Li Guangxi was still debating with Wang Yu's family in anger. Both sides were verbally quarreled and spitting, and the Bible scriptures were endless, but Zhang Qijie turned his head helplessly and whispered to Qi Yunlu: "Old Wang probably won't make up for the part. Let's get three of us together, and two of us will choose. Can you make up 8,000?"

Unexpectedly, Qi Yunlu looked at the chattering Wang Yu family, curled her lips and said, "Since Lao Wang doesn't make up for the part, you still want two more candidates, so I won't make up for it. I already have 2,000 yuan to invest, so I will buy it myself! Maybe I can still become a dark horse, with the fewest people buying me, but I won the most!"

"You buy it yourself too?" Li Guangxi, who was debating with Wang Yu's family, turned his head in horror and shouted.

"We are spreading apart and are easily killed by the Democratic Party! They are all very rich!" Zhang Qijie held his braids and his fists were leaping around.

Qi Yunlu shrugged and said, "There is no way? You can't unify anyway. I will share the money to you two. I can only share the dividends and have no title of parliamentarian. If you choose it yourself, you might kill two birds with one stone."

The four of them talked for a long time, but they still couldn't unify their will: because Zhang Qijie and Li Guangxi wanted to be members of parliament, but the Wang Yu family refused to cooperate and wanted to be members of parliament; if the Wang Yu family did not cooperate, Qi Yunlu also wanted to gain both fame and fortune.

There was no way, Zhang Qijie sighed and said, "Then let it be. Anyway, you only have two thousand silver dollars at least. It is unheard of for buying lottery tickets with such a large amount of money in the Song Dynasty. The Democratic Party may not have any way to do it. And there are many people and powerful people. Well, you can all run for parliament with your own money."

Finally, the money everyone would invest was decided: Zhang Qijie invested 3,000 yuan, Li Guangxi invested 2,500 yuan, Qi Yunlu and Wang Yu's family each invested 2,000 silver dollars.

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Saturday at 2 p.m.

The sun is soaked that people lose their skin.

The lottery shop next to the Sany Street Post Office is crowded with people. They are all gamblers who often buy lottery tickets.

These gamblers hid in the shadows of the wide slap under the old houses of post offices and lottery shops, or looked at newspapers or discussed the profit plan of the 200,000-yuan large pot lottery this time.

The walls on both sides of the lottery store are covered with promotional advertisements. The Longchuan dot, which is the target of lottery gambling in "New Boxer Tickets", is highly valued: the left side of the door is covered with new lottery election rules with a font size as big as a palm; the right side of the door is covered with woodcuts of twelve people in Longchuan, and each painting explains the person's resume and campaign philosophy in detail. It is conceivable that not only Longchuan, but all lottery points across the country will do this.

Not only that, there was a large wooden sign in front of the door, which was posted on the front page of the "Imperial News" that arrived in Longchuan today. On the blackboard, the boss Fan Xijue wrote a very beautiful calligraphy in chalk: "The four Democratic Party members of Longchuan are on the headlines again! The winning rate is great!"

A big man under the eaves was showing off his blue paper with a thumb wide in his hand, but it represented Zhong Erzai's lottery. He shouted loudly, hoping that the sound would be heard by dozens of people inside and outside the lottery shop: "Everyone buys Boss Zhong Erzai's lottery! The Democratic Party won for sure! I made a profit and no loss to buy Boss Zhong."

The shoemaker who was nailing his leather shoes under his feet stopped the hammer in his hand, looked at him with a slanted eyes, and suddenly shouted: "Hey! Lao Wang, you are wrong! Zhong Erzai won, but Boss Li Meng is even more insane! Everyone should buy Boss Li Meng's."

Seeing that the shoemakers were talking, the gamblers laughed, and someone shouted: "Old Wang, are you supporting Zhong Erzai because you were asked to choose Zhong Erzai when you sold votes to Fang Bingsheng?"

"That's it." The man holding a blue piece of paper in his hand said proudly: "We are the first batch of votes to sell votes. They are giving them five yuan! Where are you?"

In one sentence, everyone looked like a rusty face, envious and annoyed. After all, the lucky group of people who can sell votes for five yuan are the lucky ones. Under Fang Bingsheng's precise manipulation, most people cannot sell this price.

"Damn him/mom!" someone said angrily and regretfully as he looked at Lin Liuming's lottery ticket in his hand: "I should have gone to register voters early, but I was late, otherwise I could earn five yuan."

"Who told you not to read the newspaper?" said the old shoemaker with a smile.

"Hey, Lao Song, who repairs shoes, how much did you sell? You can also read? Do you have money to repair shoes and become a voter?" The person who was robbed of white goods shouted indignantly.

"It's okay, you'll make up for the losses outside the wall, so we will make the money back with the lottery!" Someone laughed and said, "I'm praying now that the boss of Zhuang Fei is the fourth place, so I'll win the double prize, which will make more money than you all, haha."

Everyone laughed and nodded.

Yes, if you don’t sell tickets for a good price, most of them have to pay for the mortgage, but the lottery will definitely make you earn this money back.

At this moment, a fat man squeezed open the house and came out of the door. Looking at him, dozens of lottery players under the wall shouted: "Boss Fan Linhui, who will win this time? Did you buy the Presbyterian Church?"

Fan Linhui stopped, wiped his head full of sweat, and said, "Even if we are from the Presbyterian Church, I will definitely buy ones that win! How could I buy ones that lose money?"

"Who did you buy it? Boss Fan, did you buy the Democratic Party?" Someone saw that Fan Linhui had stacked lotteries, more than one person, but the colors were all from the Democratic Party, and asked with a laugh.

Fan Linhui was about to answer, and the dazzling sunlight in the sky disappeared. He turned to see that a carriage was parked beside him, not one, but three, leaning against the roadside to cover the entire lottery store.

Everyone went to see in surprise, and saw Zhang Qijie, Li Guangxi, Wang Yu's family, Qi Yunlu, and seven or eight militiamen who were guarding with guns.

The Presbyterian elite who overthrew the county magistrate, had suits and ties, briefcases in hand, spear guards, and three Western carriages. The momentum covered the lottery shop and the post office like a black cloud, and everyone timidly dodged the way.

"Everyone comes out first! You come out first!" Several gun-holding workers arrogantly pulled the lottery players all over the lottery shop. Some of them wanted to get angry, but they saw clearly that the big figures in the city stood outside the store like a forest, and they all bowed their waists and walked out of the lottery shop with timid bows.

After a while, more than 20 people who were blocking the lottery store were driven out and surrounded Zhang Qijie and the others for a few rounds, all trying to figure out what was going on or watch the excitement.

Fan Linhui walked over and asked Zhang Qijie in surprise: "Lao Zhang, what are you doing? Haven't you never gamble?"

"What am I doing? You will know right away!" Zhang Qijie replied with a sneer, and walked into the empty lottery shop with his briefcase.

Wang Yu's family followed closely behind, Qi Yunlu holding her leather bag. He was quite troublesome. When he walked over, he reached out to pick up Fan Linhui's hand, looked at the color of a lottery bar held in his hand, and hummed: "Dragon traitor! Traitor!" and followed into the store.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Fan Linhui was stunned.

Li Guangxi, who finally entered, glanced at the words "Zhong Erzai" on the lottery stick in Fan Linhui's hand, suddenly realized it, and sneered: "He said you are a traitor to the Longchuan Presbyterian Church, hehe."

"Huh?" Fan Linhui, the second monk, was confused and watched the four people enter the lottery site. The workers were guarding with guns outside. He also watched the excitement with everyone.

Seeing the group of people driving away the guests in Yingmen with guns, the lottery point owner Fan Xijue was surprised and wondered whether he would let the guy sneak out to call the police. But when he saw several respected figures from the Presbyterian Church, they even destroyed the county magistrate a few days ago. Why did such a person come to the lottery point they despise?

While putting his sleeves on his face, Fan Xijue made a surprise look behind the counter and said, "Oh! Are these people from the Presbyterian Church? Come and buy lottery tickets today?"

"Yes, let's buy lottery tickets." Qi Yunlu walked over and put the bag in her arms on the counter.

"Okay, okay, please get a good start for the election, right? All your names have issued lottery tickets, it's such a glorious family! Buy a few and keep them at home for souvenirs!" Fan Xijue said in a compliment, turned around and pulled out Qi Yunlu's color from the lottery book behind him and handed it over.

To be honest, he put the lottery books of these people behind him, because everyone must have bought the lottery tickets of Bingsheng Democratic Party.

"One yuan per person, how many items do you buy? Buy more, so as to keep them as a souvenir." Fang Bingsheng opened a thousand books per book and promoted them to several big names with a little expectation.

"How many?" Qi Yunlu laughed. He turned his head to look at the brothers beside him. Everyone laughed. Fan Xijue was a little confused and stood in the counter, not understanding what it meant.

Li Guangxi knocked on the counter and said, "We have read the newspaper. The newspaper said that we can buy a registered lottery ticket, let's buy that one!"

"Large lottery? More than one hundred yuan?" Fan Xijue was so shocked that he couldn't stop printing this kind of lottery. This kind of lottery was as exquisite as a check. It was the first time he saw such lottery. When he came to his store, he still asked if the prodigal son would buy such a strange lottery, or who was stupid or the one above thought that this kind of thing could be sold. Are both crazy?

"That's right!" said the four people firmly.

Fan Xijue shivered and turned into his office, took out the stack of large-scale lottery tickets like checks in the office drawer, and asked the four people like sleepwalking: "How many silver dollars are you buying?"

"I'll buy 2,000!" said Qi Yunlu.

"I'll buy 2,000 too!" Wang Yu's family said coldly.

"I'll buy 2500!" Li Guangxi dragged his tone, obviously showing off with pride;

"I'll buy 3,000!" Zhang Qijie said firmly.

Fan Xijue behind the counter and two guys almost sat on the ground: What did this group of people actually buy lottery tickets?

"Really...really...how much do you want to buy..." Fan Xijue stammered.

Qi Yunlu snorted, opened her briefcase, took out stacks of ten-dollar bills from it and piled them on the counter, shouting: "2,000 silver dollars, count yourself!"

Fan Xijue trembled and took the bills from the counter, counted them tremblingly, counted them again, and counted them for the third time, but still couldn't believe it: How could someone buy a lottery with two thousand silver dollars? Am I still dreaming because I was too anxious about my hard work?

"Okay, okay, let me sign here, and here I will state which one you bought. We have twelve candidates, namely Fan Linhui..." Fan Xijue stood on the small table at the counter with one hand to avoid fainting, and handed the large lottery ticket to Qi Yunlu with the other.

"No need to introduce it, we buy our own." Qi Yunlu interrupted the owner of the lottery shop, grabbed the special large-value registered lottery ticket, signed it with a smile, stamped his own private seal and fingerprints, and shouted: "I will buy Qi Yunlu's 2,000 yuan lottery!"

Next was Wang Yu's family, then Li Guangxi, then Zhang Qijie, and their briefcases were full of cash.

The guy at the counter was so shocked that his eyes couldn't turn. The first time he saw so many ten-dollar bills put together: this group of people bought nearly 10,000 silver dollars lottery at one time!!!

The boss and the guy inside the door were almost scared and paralyzed, while the people watching outside the door were sensational, and the group of people went crazy!

The employee in the post office next to the lottery store watched people come in with the expression "Is my wife giving birth to a boy?", and then this person would infect several people. These people ran out with the expression "My house is on fire". Ten minutes later, there were only a few people left in the post office lobby where people were coming and going.

"What? The circus is coming to parade again?" a postal employee asked at his colleague in confusion.

The colleague listened and said, "No, right? Didn't you hear the music?"

Ten minutes later, the post office director was working in the office. A subordinate pushed the door with the expression "Is my wife a boy?" and stared at her eyes and shouted: "Minister, you'd better go to the next door to see! Something big happened!"
Chapter completed!