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Chapter 5 General Election: The Emperor's Armored Skin 2 Vote

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Friday, Friday, the fifth week of the election

The square became lively again today, and the reporters crowded the central church, because Dr. Li was going to visit Beijing tonight. The Democratic Party and the Liberal Party have all returned, and the Emperor Eng also came in. Their flags were on the Democratic Party's platform. Yesterday afternoon, the two sides fought to the death, causing everyone around their platform to be injured, but they were all happy. No one thought they had lost, and their party had lost.

Yesterday, the most exciting fight turned into a festival. The people involved seemed to have participated in a grand performance and felt that they were a hero. He thought so, beat him, and he thought so. The whole county was filled with a sense of exhaustion after the festival.

Young people are more dedicated to their party, and voters are also smiling and visiting temple fairs. They are full of expectations and have some big news that shocks the eye. This has become a habit for people in the county towns.

Even those who have the tickets for Li Guangxi and Zhong Erzai are not going to cry like Caimin in other regions. The Liberal Party, Democratic Party, and the emperor's grace will be exchanged for you. If you want to exchange for anyone, you can change it to someone. It is free. After you go, you will provide it like a master, giving it to tea and cigarettes. Now this is an open secret.

The little people were happy, and the big people were the same. Although no one gave a speech on the Democratic Party’s stage, they could hear laughter from time to time from under the stage, and they were proud.

Yesterday afternoon, he wonderfully defeated Li Guangxi, and retaliated against the Liberal Party with his teeth. At noon, he formed an alliance with Huang En, and organized the largest group fight in the county in the afternoon. Although the winner was not decided, everyone felt that they had a momentum, a level, and a sacred shot. Only the sense of accomplishment of the sharpshooter who killed two birds with one stone was able to compare with the sense of accomplishment of watching the corpses of prey blowing the smoke of gunpowders.

Li Guangxi's machinery factory ownership has not been decided because Li Guangxi's wife, Lu, did not understand the business matters, and she also wanted to take all three companies: she trusted Zhang Qijie and wanted to entrust the business association to help; she was also jealous of Huang En's one-year purchase contract; she also wanted the Democratic Party to kill Wang Jieren with a rabbit evidence for their family.

He was too greedy and was a fu Taoist family, so the three parties naturally couldn't reach an agreement. In the end, they all sent officials to take the train to Huizhou Public Security Bureau and make a decision with Li Guangxi, the boss.

But this was nothing. When it was late, the official summoned three parties and conveyed the imperial edict that His Majesty personally came.

Because Huizhou's clean and neat reporters were all captured, Li Guangxi could not escape the French Open. The emperor gave the Liberal Party a brief comment, enthusiastic praise of the Emperor's Armory and verbally praised the Democratic Party for its enthusiastic elections, and was full of words of praise and encouragement. After hearing Yi Cheng, Fang Bingsheng's eyes were filled with tears. Fang Bingsheng was fine, but he just shouted in his stomach: "Brother is finally famous. I finally know that Brother has become famous. Did the Emperor finally know that Brother has become successful?" Yi Cheng thought: "Jesus Christ, finally said that the irresistible emperor's mind. It turns out that the election is not entirely about burning money, but about tormenting the other party by any means, and the emperor is happy."

I was so happy yesterday and didn’t finish laughing today. In the past two days, the Democratic Party did not intend to give a speech as hoarse as before. Because at this point in the election, there were hard-core fans supporting and collecting intelligence. All forces are familiar with everyone in the small town of Longchuan. Whoever buys many lottery tickets, and whoever husband supports this wife and who quarrels every day;

Fang Bingsheng believed that he would enter the positional war, not only them, but also the Liberal Party. Both parties and Huang En began to use the power of their fans and fans to visit voters from home to door. Of course, gifts are indispensable. The previous hoarse sales model was replaced by the gift model of household interviews. Therefore, now Yicheng, Fang Bingsheng, and the other party's Song Dongsheng, Weng Quanguang, and Shanzhu were sitting behind the platform drinking tea and chatting, laughing constantly.

At this time, Lin Liuming came back from outside and bowed to report that someone had been persuaded to change to a Democratic voter. After Yi Cheng nodded, he took a look at the pocket watch from his arms, looked up at Lin Liuming and said, "Old Lin, who did you say you were visiting in the morning? Are you ready for that 'big customer'?"

Lin Liuming quickly bowed and said, "It's Lao Zhou, a blacksmith in the north of the city. His family is a hardcore in the Liberal Party. He bought 100 Liberal Party lottery tickets, 5 Wang Yu's family, and 5 Li Guangxi. Although the Liberal Party also exchanged Li Guangxi for free, I think Li Guangxi is over. He may have some thoughts in his mind. He and his two sons are voters, so you might as well go."

"Then you go, Lao Lin." Fang Bingsheng waved his hand, his face still with a smile, and he wanted to finish the joke he had just said halfway.

But Yi Cheng is more active today than Fang Bingsheng, the front-line commander, asked Lin Liuming with concern: "Is it easy to deal with? These are three votes."

Lin Liuming made a embarrassed expression on his face and said, "Their families are all from the Presbyterian Church and are also named in the Business Association, so he firmly supports the Liberal Party."

"Try bringing more gifts." Fang Bingsheng said disrespectfully.

Lin Liuming said at this time: "I remember that their family has a little relationship with Boss Weng."

Weng Quanguang curled his lips and said, "Blacksmith Lao Zhou, yes, he used to be; after a gang, we are considered brothers of the same school, and he had to call me Big Brother. However, after entering the church, he announced his withdrawal, stabbed himself in front of everyone, and left the world. From then on, his feelings faded and he stopped coming to me to walk around."

"Always feel a bit incense? At least when I was young, I had carried swords and fought together?" Yi Cheng said with a smile.

Song Dongsheng understood when he saw Yi Cheng's expression: Yi Cheng seemed to want to use his favors, so there was no problem.

He immediately shouted to Weng Quanguang: "Old man, then you can accompany Lao Lin and say three tickets, one, and two from Mr. Yi's Democratic Party."

Weng Quanguang dared not disobey Song Dongsheng's intentions. He kept saying yes and stood up and left.

But Yi Zhenke waved his hand to stop him, and Yi Cheng said, "This, you old man doesn't need to go there. Just go there. Give them enough face. Don't let your Buddha be too big and his family temple is small. After going there, they thought what we were going to do, and do bad things with such kindness. Is it OK?"

"It makes sense that Mr. Yi is thinking too much. He is worthy of being the military advisor of the foreign medicine guild." Weng Quanguang sat down and shouted: "Shanzhu, you go with Lao Lin. Talk well and don't mess it up."

"Yes, boss." Shanzhu behind him bowed and followed Lin Liuming out.

This little thing went smoothly, but not smoothly.

When they arrived at the blacksmith Lao Zhou's house, Lin Liuming and Shanzhu saw Fan Linhui come out of the house. The two party members greeted him, and they walked out the door.

After entering, Old Zhou's right eyes were blue, and his youngest son had a plaster on his forehead. Needless to say, the strong father and son must have participated in the "Election Carnival" yesterday, and they must have stood in the other side's camp. The injuries must have been left by the people on their side.

But these things are not a big deal. Old Zhou happily welcomed the two to the house for details. When Lin Liuming put down the fish and snacks in his hand, he saw Old Zhou nervously bringing a plate of things into the inner room: it was a cylinder of half a piece of cloth and a red paper bag with thumb height.

Just looking at the old Zhou Madam's eyes, you can tell that the cloth must be Zhang Qijie's product, and the cylinder is a small stack of silver dollars.

A gift from the Liberal Party.

Seeing this, Lin Liuming and Shanzhu looked at each other and felt a little regretful: it was very convenient for the Liberal Party to give its own products directly to others, and they had to purchase it. Although the Democratic Party operates opium, it would not be said that it would be run by enemies and newspapers when it was sent out, and the unit value content was too high, which was much more expensive than silver.

Everyone laughed and talked. In the recent matters, the Democratic Party explained their purpose, but Lao Zhou did not object. He just proposed to change horses, but one vote would have to pay him an extra 1 yuan.

The offer was a bit big, and Lin Liuming and Shanzhu couldn't make the decision, so they said they would go back and ask Yi Cheng and the others for instructions. Everyone chatted for a while, and then they stood up and said goodbye.

As soon as I walked into the street from the yard, I heard the old Zhou Mama shouting loudly in the door behind me: "Don't agree casually, look more."

Lao Zhou disagreed and loudly rang: "You still need to teach me? Whoever gives more will choose whoever you want."

"The first thing is to do is not Li Meng, and the first thing is to do is not Fan Linhui, or the first thing that Zhuang Fei-Jiang heard that the eunuch was not going to cause trouble..." Old Zhou's eldest son also got involved.

"Alas, the world is getting worse and worse, and the unruly people are becoming more and more difficult to deal with."

Listening to the words in the door, Shanzhu shook his head and sighed: "Not only do he have to serve him well, but he has to take gifts. They are not grateful. They have to eat two or three, and they threaten this and that."

"Brother Shanzhu, you only knew it? We knew it when the election was just beginning, but later the situation came out and Mr. Fang controlled it, and it became more and more difficult for these troublemakers to deal with." Lin Liuming shook his head with regret and sighed.

Then Lin Liuming said with a smile: "It's still early, and it's boring to stay in Sany Square. How about I treat you to a cup of tea? Go back for lunch."

As soon as I heard this, I knew that Lin Liuming was lazy and sloppy. He might be sent to the public relations tyrant when he went back too early. It would be better to spend it until lunch order, and then go back to meet Yi Cheng and the others, and go directly to the restaurant to have a shark fin work meal. Shanzhu smiled and said, "Okay, it's too boring in the table, so why not have some breath in the teahouse."

The two of them were actually talking and laughing and going to be lazy and having tea.

Lin Liuming is not a rich man. He went to rest and chose a teahouse that was one of the best in the city. It was only a few blocks away from the square. Shanzhu was naturally familiar with it and was very satisfied.

When I went in, I saw that because it was not a lively place, one-third of the guests sat in the hall, and there were a few familiar local faces. Seeing Lin Liuming and Shanzhu coming, I immediately sat and greeted him intimately; the others were dressed in a pretty manner and spoke foreign languages, all of which were raw faces, and they looked like reporters.

Because of the scenes of "Weng Quanguang fighting with both fists and Qing Yao, Longchuan Tang accepting his little apprentice", Shanzhu has recently become a famous news actor. People are drinking tea, cigarettes and eating melon seeds there. He deliberately came over, knocked on the table, and smiled and said, "Oh, why are you still idle? Doctor Li is going to meet the saint there, so you won't be interviewing?"

It was fake to ask someone to interview Dr. Li. He actually wanted this group of people to see his eyes lit up and come to interview him.

As a result, many innocent faces just looked at him in surprise, no one paid attention to him, and they didn't want to come around for an interview. The teahouse was quiet for a while, and then the pig held the top hat that was squeezing in his hand. He turned around and walked away awkwardly, cursing: "I don't know where the third-rate tabloids are squeezed here... There is no news concept at all..., and they will be broad daylight; eat; drink, and don't work.... Your newspaper goes bankrupt and become a beggar..."

"Oh, there are all kinds of newspapers. Many reporters work part-time as thieves. Don't be angry, sit here, sit here." Lin Liuming was already standing next to a table beside the window inside, greeting the pig attentively.

The pig was not sitting there, and he stood angrily and pointed at the red wooden door next to him and asked the guy: "Where is the small private room? Let's go inside."

"Sorry, Mr. Shanzhu, there is already someone inside." The guy replied in horror.

"Forget it, it's 1:30, don't sit in a private room. It's not as boring as the wind here, here; I'll go back to the door in one hour." Lin Liuming took the mountain pig's back to the gate and sat down, turned his head and shouted, "The best tea, the best fruit plate, the best melon seeds, and towels, come, hurry up."

"Hey, I'm worried about Longchuan's reputation. There are more reporters from the big newspaper. Why are these unsightly foodies coming to Longchuan?" Shanzhu was deeply embarrassed just now, and turned his head and stared at the outsiders with his eyes.

"It's okay, you just came in Longchuantang and became familiar with each other for a few days. Look at me, you have been involved in the election since the beginning, and the reporters didn't see me looking for me at all? They all went to Zheng Abao, Yi Cheng, Song Dongsheng, Fang Bingsheng and others. The reporters were poisonous, despising the poor and loving the rich, bewitching the poor, and belittling the poor, and looking at the poor, haha." Lin Liuming took the tea bowl from his friend and poured tea for the mountain pig himself.

After hearing Lin Liuming's words, Shanzhu felt much better: the reporter didn't bother to himself, nor did Lin Liuming. Indeed, they just like to wander around big people.

The mood was as bright as it was, and the mountain pig laughed out loud: Yes, how could he think about grabbing the reporter's attention with the perverted group of Beijing? He got addicted to being surrounded by reporters at the dock twice?

Thinking of this, the pig shook his head, picked up the tea bowl, took a sip. As soon as the tea bowl was gone, he smiled and said, "Good tea..."

Before I finished speaking, I felt someone hit his raised elbow. This joint was hit so hard that it was a big hit. My arm was hit and straightened to the other side of my body. Although the tea bowl almost didn't take off his hands, the tea was poured firmly all the way: from the suit sleeves to the front of the collar, it was full of tea.

Shanzhu was shocked and fierce, his body moved without moving, but his eyes were all glaring out: Who is this? How dare Longchuan be so rude to himself? Do you use your eyes for food?

A brisk laughter came from the side of his head, and the man who hit the boar was shouting: "Oh, isn't this Lao Lin? Such a coincidence?"
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