Liao Qingyun, a reporter from Shenbao, staggered on the crowded street, wiping tears from her face with her suit sleeves from time to time, but took off her thoughts of covering her braids with an expensive top hat, and no one on the street paid attention to him. After all, in Haisong, it is not illegal to keep braids at all, but it just shows how much you recognize the local emperor.

"A great humiliation! A great humiliation! I want to take revenge! I want to take revenge!" This is a sentence echoing in reporter Liao Qingyun's chest.

How to retaliate?

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He definitely couldn't use a gun to fire Zhao Sangui's head. He didn't dare to do so if he had the conditions, and could only rely on a pen to retaliate.

As a reporter, Niu Bi is cruel.

The place he was going to was the post office, which was close to Trinity Square.

The post office is crowded, but this kind of place is a place that reporter Liao hates and loves. Only in this kind of place can your information be transmitted to the capital of Song through the inexplicable telephone poles on his head. He can even spend three times more money to go from the undersea cable to Shanghai. However, reporter Liao does not admire him but is afraid: What kind of magic is this!

I sent a telegram and will it be received in Shanghai in a few days?

But those reporters who conservative Confucianism in the Qing Dynasty could do it: I was surprised, I scold you, but I turned a blind eye to you. You can use your traitor and foreign slave to send a telegram. Principle? Fuck you! I am a liberal arts student!

However, anyone who is the Post Office of Song State or Telegraph Company makes money, no matter whether you are a foreigner or a standard orthodox person in the Qing Dynasty.

So if you send a message "Zhao Kuo who knocked down the mixture of Wu Sangui and Shi Jingtang", they may send it for you. Of course, you have to confirm that the sender is not a local Song State, but it is best to be a Shanghai or a foreigner in the Qing Dynasty, otherwise the sheriff in Song State will cause trouble for you.

But this only depends on the degree of loyalty of the reporter, and most people will send it to you if they smile.

However, reporter Liao did not intend to post such simple, straightforward and meaningless insulting words today. The Emperor of Hai is a shameless person, so shameless people in all East Asia immigrate to his country. If you scold him, if you declare that he is a Qing media, he will not swear to you.

However, the post office was crowded with people, and reporters from all over the country were crowded with tables provided by the post office and writing all kinds of strange reports. The elites of the Confucian school simply squatted on the ground and wrote calligraphy. The brushwork was so vigorous.

The people who bought stamps and envelopes lined up in a long queue, and were very envious and jealous of the bastards who lined up to send telegrams on the other side.

Don’t talk, it’s all reporters. Is it because your mother has money to send telegrams?

Reporter Liao pulled out his notebook from his suit pocket and planned to write what he saw today, and used words as daggers as spears to penetrate into the chests of the Hai Emperor and the tens of millions of foreign slaves under his command, but was shocked to find that his pencil head was missing, probably when he was pushed and dropped.

He didn't want to go back to the hotel to get his pen and pencil. After all, his love for the Qing Dynasty was instigating him to immediately write a powerful article to his colleagues from the newspaper office who were hidden in the heart of the enemy, as a javelin to the thief chief.

"How to sell these pencils?" reporter Liao walked to the counter on the post office and pointed to a row of pencils above and asked.

But the post office working uncle who was wearing sweaters at the counter was vigorously bragging about his scumbag son: "Old Wang, you have to learn to wear sweaters too. Isn't your son going to take the Pede Middle School? He has to study abroad! My son is studying in the Philippines, Spain. It's cold there, it's all around the sea. If you don't wear a sweater, you will freeze to death!"

In which lifetime will the Philippines be frozen to death without wearing a sweater?

The reporter Liao gritted his teeth outside the counter when he heard this. In fact, he was almost angry when he saw this uncle skillfully whispering. This sweater was something imported from the West.

"Hey hey hey, I want a pencil!" reporter Liao said, knocking on the counter.

The uncle at the counter glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to chat and laugh with his colleagues at the counter. After all, his son is a kind of roaming man in the Philippines, and he is closer to home, so glorious.

"Hey hey, I want a pencil! Didn't you hear it?!" reporter Liao was a little annoyed when he saw the other party ignore him.

"Pencil, a corner of silver!" The uncle at the counter looked horizontally at the person who spoke in official language while wearing a sweater. The staff of the post office are not ordinary people. Although their income is not as good as Niu Bi, an employee of the telegraph office who sells coolies on the opposite side, they themselves think they are officials, and the post office is run by the emperor.

As soon as he heard the price code, reporter Liao was furious and shouted: "What? Why is it so expensive? It's just a cent elsewhere!"

The uncle at the counter skillfully wore a sweater, turned his head and shouted, "Then get out! Don't bother here!"

The post office eats imperial grain, but it does not rely on service to make money. You have to beg him.

Suddenly, the guy who was snatched the white-haired guy inside was snatched. Reporter Liao was shocked. He pressed the counter with his hand and was stunned for a long time. He held back the tears in his eyes and said slowly: "Uncle, I need a pencil, is it cheaper?"

Reporter Liao arrived at Haijing Office from Shanghai two weeks ago. To be honest, he still doesn’t understand this demonic country.

"Uncle? Better cheaper?" The beast who was wearing sweaters at the counter laughed. Then several scumbags in the counter laughed in a flash. Someone pointed at reporter Liao and shouted: "You must not be from our country, are you?"

Someone said, "When you come to the post office, you still have to bargain? We eat imperial grain! Clearly mark the price! Don't bargain!"

Another person waved his hand and said, "Where did the country man come from here? I'm stupid."

When reporter Liao looked at them laughing at him, tears were almost falling. He pressed his hand on the counter and shouted: "What? You can't bargain?"

The one who was wearing the sweater finally got up slightly, took a pencil from the counter, and slammed it on the counter with a bang, shouting: "Where are the local bullies coming from? Our post office is Western learning! It is the same as the Beijing Department Store! If you don't bargain, you can pay for it if you say how much money you want! If you don't buy it, get out! If you buy it, do you buy it?"

"Buy..." reporter Liao forced himself to say, subconsciously knowing that if he shook his head and left, he would be more injured.

Ten minutes later, reporter Liao half-squatted on the ground and sharpened his pencil with a knife tied to the legs of the post office, tears flowing in his stomach.

"Shenbao" is a newspaper that was newly founded in the Shanghai Concession. It is still very weak. It was invested by Americans, with only 1,600 taels of silver.

As a foreign-invested newspaper, in addition to the American Investigation, the business and editorial staff of "Shen Bao" are both Chinese. In order to highlight Chinese characteristics, the newspaper was named "Shen". The newspaper did not adopt the Western-style straight columns used by Shanghai Xinbao, but continued to use the book style that conforms to the reading and writing habits at that time. Because the editors are traditional Chinese literati, the taste and style of the newspaper are Chinese. They also pay great attention to speech, and there are commentary articles on the front page every day. In news reports, they also pay more attention to social news with a strong sense of curiosity. They publicly solicited "stunning and gratifying" manuscripts at the beginning of their founding, and published many news about gods and ghosts, strange stories, and strange stories. They also published very influential works, such as the continuous reports of the Yang Naiwu and Xiaobaicai case and the Yang Yuelou case.

Because Americans have no ideology, The Report is essentially a traditional conservative newspaper.

What to keep in mind?

Conservative Qing Dynasty!

Therefore, the articles in "Shen Bao" support the Qing Dynasty, oppose the Song Emperor and the Ming Dynasty, and even oppose the Qing Dynasty sending international students abroad, sarcastically mocking these international students as traitors.

Such a newspaper was also touched by Hai Song's election. Of course, it is conceivable that their offices must have scoffed and disgusted at the major incidents that occurred in Hai Song, so that Liao Qingyun, who had just arrived in Hai Song's station, was sent.

Liao Qingyun was even more loyal to the Qing Dynasty. Although he worked in the concession and received the salary of Americans, he was in the Qing Dynasty and fantasized about killing all these white people one day and letting Confucianism shine in East Asia.

But the facts are cruel.

The foolish people in the Song Dynasty were all two-legged sheep and other things, and anyone who could be a ruler! The elites all disgusted with the emperor's hobbies, and they were completely Westernized and Christianity was rampant; and the remaining Confucianism had mutated. What they wanted was to attach Confucianism to Christianity and unify the entire China and unify it? Then it must be necessary to cut off the head of an emperor with a braid? The Confucianism in Haisong was too crazy; and Haisong promoted Western printing technology, making literacy a very cheap and indifferent thing. A scholar like Liao Qingyun was a top student in the Qing Dynasty, and it was not like that in Haisong! You don't think you are a god of heaven and man when you look at your good eight-legged essays or your writing skills! Tabooists everywhere! The words are wiped!

Liao Qingyun's passionate heartless friend has no close friend to talk about, which can only make him hate Hai Song even more!

So Liao Qingyun was riding a Western monster car "train" that scattered the skeleton. After coming to Longchuan from Haijing, he felt "love" when he saw Zhang Qijie. This nationally renowned celebrity in the Song Dynasty had braids! But after asking, he realized that this person was also a beast!

Yellow-skinned pig tails and white hearts!

So Liao Qingyun reporter could only write his own report in tears:

"The whole area is crazy. They are actually using gambling to decide who can be a member of parliament! What are members of parliament? They are basically officials under the county magistrate! They do not have the respect of the M-ranks of our Qing Dynasty. Our Qing Dynasty betrays official titles clearly, and are absolutely fair and just! And Hai Song, this dirty place, actually gambling is to get such a hat! And this kind of gambling is opened by the Hai Emperor, because the lottery company is also what he calls the official supervision and business office! The entire area has been poisoned, and the people have no morality, and they have completely become foreign slaves and their toys. They care nothing except money! Morality is degraded! All conscience is lost!..."

Having written this, Liao Qingyun was so angry that he spit out 50 million people by the foreign slave Zhao Sangui and despised the second saint of Confucius. He was so angry that he spitted on the ground with a mouthful of phlegm.

He spitted casually, then turned his head back and continued writing, but someone grabbed his arm.

Liao Qingyun turned his head in surprise and saw that he was a man with a white cross on his arm, wearing a Western double-breasted button-up costume, with the word postal embroidered on his chest, holding his arm with one hand, holding a broom with the other, and a dustpan under his legs. He thought he was a post office cleaner.

"What are you going to do?" Liao Qingyun asked with Xiong Wen in one hand and a pencil in the other.

"What are you doing?" The thin black and thin Guangdong man grinned his hands tighter, pointed to the mouth of phlegm on the ground, and shouted, "You're spitting this?"

"I vomited...what happened to you? What's wrong with you?" Liao Qingyun asked in horror.

"Damn Nim! You vomited! Pay the money!" The man grabbed his arm tighter with one hand, and shouted, causing everyone on the entire table to look up at them.

Liao Qingyun was angry and anxious and said, "Pay the money? Who are you?"

"Who am I? Spitting anywhere is a fine of one yuan! This is a post office, a Western building, you spit it anywhere?" The cleaner was more anxious than Liao Qingyun. He pointed to the sign over there and shouted, "Did you see it? It's written!"

Liao Qingyun looked up and saw that there was indeed a sign leaning against the post office saying "Spitting everywhere, the fine is doubled!"

"Yiyuan? What's wrong with me spitting? Who has ever heard of not spitting since the creation of the world?" Liao Qingyun shouted.

But this scream aroused the booing of the group of people who were burying their heads and wrote the letter. Someone laughed and said, "This must be the Qing people."

"If there are little bugs in spitting, everyone will die! You country bumpkin!" someone shouted righteously.

"What death? It's not? It's just a disease that will spread to each other, just like bad luck." Someone shouted immediately.

The cleaner grabbed Liao Qingyun's hand and said, "You pay the money quickly, I'll take care of you! Otherwise, I'll find the sheriff!"

Everyone burst into laughter and many people said to Liao Qingyun: "You'd better pay. The buddy of the Qing Dynasty, the sheriff, is here, it's very difficult to deal with."

Liao Qingyun was sweating all over and thought: What's the matter with the fine for spitting? And one yuan! It's only one tael of silver in the Qing Dynasty! Who has ever heard of spitting one tael of silver and banging on the ground? This is a bastard!

"I don't have money! What do you want to do?" Liao Qingyun screamed in cold sweat.

The cleaner sneered and said, "The country bumpkins say so!" As he said that, he pointed at Liao Qingyun and shouted in the hall, "Listen to everyone, this person says he has no money!"

As he said that, he waved his hand and immediately a security guard standing at the door walked over, rubbing the baton in his hand with a grin on his face. It was obvious that he had experienced this kind of thing for a while, and he was very skillful and unsurprising.

The cleaner pointed to the security guard and said to Liao Qingyun: "Sir, you have three choices. Either you pay a fine! Or you go out and lie on the steps and take off your pants, and let the security guard whip your butt! Or you wipe the phlegm yourself and stand here for an hour!"

How can these people get their butts?

Liao Qingyun was like being trapped in a wolf pack. He didn't want to pay or get beaten up, so he chose to dry the phlegm by himself.

Under the threat of the security guard baton, he squatted down and used the paper torn off from his notebook. He slowly wiped away the phlegm and cried in his heart. This inexplicable insult, and the notebook is very expensive.

When he stood up, the cleaner had already taken out a big sign from somewhere, and put it around his neck with a snap. Then he pulled out a rope from behind the pillar to tie him loosely on the pillar, shouting: "Stand and don't move!"

Two security guards surrounded him like wolves and sneered at him.

Liao Qingyun looked down and saw that the sign read: "I'm spitting! I'm trash! I'm sorry everyone!"

This is a mental insult!

It takes an hour to stand!

Seeing many people smiling in the hall, pointing at their big signs, Liao Qingyun's tears flowed down, and it really shed tears of humiliation.

Who has ever heard of spitting and humiliating in the Qing Dynasty?????

This Song State is crazy!

He pushed the sign on his neck with his hand, and the two security guards immediately surrounded him with a grin. It seemed that they had beaten people like this not once, but Liao Qingyun didn't have the courage to throw away the sign and ran away. Instead, he took out a piece of Song's anti-Japanese war from his pocket and choked and said, "I'll pay the fine!"

"Boy, you know your true nature! Apart from real garbage, no one has stood here for an hour to save money! We haven't called the sheriff yet, they took your pants in public and let you lie on the steps and whip your butt. With just a moment, your skin will burst into pieces. You will howl out for ass, and you will be in vain!"

One of the two security guards took Liao Qingyun's fine, the other took off his sign, and untied the rope for the public for him, explaining with a smile.

The cleaner immediately came up to get the piece of anti-foreign, which contained him a five-point commission.

"Aren't everyone Chinese? Why do you do this?" Liao Qingyun asked with tears in his eyes.

I may have never seen such a victim of tears, and the two security guards and the cleaning staff were stunned.

The cleaning staff was stunned for a moment and said, "The monkey needs to be whipped! This is the sage." As he said, he was afraid that Liao Qingyun would not believe it and pointed to the sign that was not allowed to spit and said, "Look at the small line of words below!"
Chapter completed!