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[Fifth week of the election] Weekly point. Yin.

Today, everyone in Longchuan smiled with a smile, and she smiled with surprise. When she walked through the streets, she could always hear words about Dr. Li from those who were so happy that she couldn't stop talking:

"Doctor Li should have seen His Majesty in the capital? There are no words";

"Oh, I heard that the Crown Prince went to the train station to greet Dr. Li, His Highness, the Crown Prince";

"Tsk tsk, it is said that the capital city needs to be welcomed by ten miles long streets. Don't rain in the capital today...";

"Doctor Li is so ambitious about Longchuan. We have a great celebrity here...";

"I'm waiting to buy the newspaper to see if Dr. Li can take a photo with His Majesty the royal family. It's so amazing";

"Doctor Li is not considered to be from Longchuan, he is from Hunan..." "Do you believe me if I beat you?";

Among the joyful discussions of passers-by, a young man in a suit and tie held an umbrella under his arm and held a few mimeographed paper in his hand. He stood by a street and looked carefully at the paper covered with the wall.

This street is not far from Sany Square. If you can climb the wall, you can see the church bell tower in the northeast and the train station water tower in the southwest. The street is very narrow and not much wider than the alley. Rickshaws are barely passing by, but they are also crazy by the construction-the abandoned county magistrate Liu Guojian paved the road. There are not many pedestrians and it is very quiet. The noise in the distance is like a mirage. You can hear but not touch it. There are only a few weeping willows making rustling sounds in the wind. This is a small street that is quiet in the noise.

Longchuan business cannot be compared with big cities. The utilization rate of land on the street is not 100%. This is what it is here. The courtyard walls of three families are not made into street shops because they are the back walls of their homes. The house doesn’t care about them. The walls are covered with various notices and. Recently, the new ones are naturally about elections. There are propaganda notices posted by various parties, and there are also big-character posters written by hardcore fans with brushes: for example, "Zhuang Fei denied Lin Erni's accusations, and he assumed the eunuch for ten years, and the lottery is safe"; and for example, "Weng Quanguang Gang Association, don’t buy his lottery tickets";

The corners of these notices are often filled with various comments. The painter is cheap, and he looks for Lao Wang in Guapi Lane"; "Zhuang Fei will die, and his lower back is rotten"; "I like men, you hang me,"; "Your mother forced Li Guangxi to lose 10 yuan"; "Liu Wenxuan is garbage"; "Buy a gun and go to Yulai Inn and say you want goods".........

In short, locals have accused it of another Xuanhua House, and the amount of information is greater than that of the local newspaper Longchuan Business Daily. Of course, reading news here is not as comfortable as reading newspapers at home. There are still a few lumps of shit under your feet and on the wall.

The young man looked very interested in Zhang Chuxin's notice across the street. He was far away from the shit below, but his body bent forward, and his body bowed like a shrimp, making his eyes close to the small ink-printed font. The notice was rare and vertically lined, which seemed to make him very painful. While looking, his lips were still stammering and reading the words on his face.

Just as he was fully focused, his shoulder was suddenly slapped by someone. The young man was trembling and frightened. He looked back subconsciously. When he turned around, he remembered the bomb under his feet. He raised his foot in a hurry and supported it on the wall, maintaining this strange posture. He saw clearly who was the person who was patting him and shouted Lao Lin, you are going to scare me to death."

Lin Liuming laughed as he watched the man crossing the shit and stepped on the wall with panic expressions and postures on his face, shouting Xiao Qi, you were just opened yesterday, so you ran around today?"

"Damn you and I work with injuries. You are still so bastard. You scared me to death." Qi Yunlu jumped back two steps, left the smelly wall, looked around, and saw that it was a meal order now, and there was no one on this narrow street, so she breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Why are you here? Can you always meet you?"

"Will Fang Bingsheng make me relax? I bid everywhere every day and deal with those unfaithful people who have no faith and no morality. You said, Longchuan has so much garbage? If you believe in the new religion, you will be willing to support the Liberal Party. But you also want to set up a archway. The most hateful thing is to ask me how much money can the Democratic Party give this archway? We give it money, you don't want this archway, right? " Lin Liuming said with a sad face, then he laughed and said, "The flower shop Lao Zhang said that when he saw you pass by, I took a detour to see you, brother, and I really met me. Come on, let me see your injuries."

Qi Yunlu curled her lips, took off her top hat, exposed a piece of shaved blue scalp, and a piece of blood-soaked white gauze on her face, like a large cockroach lying in her hair.

"Who shaves you? It's like a dog chews it." Lin Liuming laughed again.

"Doctor Li shaved it and sewed several stitches. My scalp was sewn with needles and thread like cloth. Do you believe it? I was in trouble yesterday." Qi Yunlu put on her top hat in disappointment.

"You did a pretty job yesterday, and the whole city is talking about you. You don't have to recuperate?" Lin Liuming said with a smile.

"What a big deal. Just saying that Fang Bingsheng is hard to serve, is Zheng Abao and Zhang Qijie easy to serve? Am I not working?" Wuzhuo said without saying goodbye. Qi Yunlu grinned her teeth.

Lin Liuming spread his hands and said empathically, "Well, no one from the capital is better, one is worse than the other." Then he leaned over and asked with a smile and heard that you were trapped in a mountain pig. Zheng Abao gave you a lot of money. How much? Let me give you a breath of my brother?"

Hearing this question, Qi Yunlu couldn't hide her joy and smiled proudly. Then she tried her best to hide how many people I had been cheated. Before he said that he planned to send someone to use bricks to open my head. That little money was not enough for medical expenses. My head hurts today. I don't have much money to wipe Lao Lin..."

"Okay, don't be good at being cheap." Lin Liuming patted Qi Yunlu's arm and said, "I'm still in love with me." Zheng Abao's level is higher than Yi Cheng, and he's as much as earth. If you work hard for him, money will be indispensable."

"Tsk, there are not many things that I can lie to you, Lao Lin?" Wu Zhuo didn't jump. Qi Yunlu frowned and shouted, then changed her expression, "I'm so happy, you boy," and poked Lao Lin with her elbow. How many things are Fang Bingsheng giving you? There must be hundreds? No matter how many words you performed well yesterday, I was completely brought in by you, and I was not kicked out by the boar."

"Stop teasing, it's just a meal of tea." Lin Liuming became proud, but immediately had a layer of frost on his face and shouted, "You guys are full of money, are you a little faithful, okay?"

Qi Yunlu took a step back, clamped the umbrella, smiled and contempt coexisted. She waved her hand and said, "I won't talk about money anymore. Anyway, our brothers are both fat." Then she looked back at the people coming and going at the intersection, and said in fear that we had just gotten a boar. Should we avoid suspicion and not get so close? Can others gossip? There are no words."

"Beasts? Who is not a mirror in his heart?" Lin Liuming said domineeringly with his hips on his hips, "Huang En and Weng Quanguang must know what they are like. Who is not aware of this kind of troubleshooting? I asked Yi Cheng, and Yi Cheng said it doesn't matter. I asked me to continue asking you for information, just give Huang En some eye drops. But you order it."

"Me?" Qi Yunlu was stunned, then was shocked and said, "Does Longchuantang want to take revenge on me? I have moved the company to Zhangqijie Textile Factory now. I am a little scared. I just hope that the election will end and get out of here quickly. Anyway, my family is not in Longchuan."

Lin Liuming turned his head and sneered disdainfully, saying, "Longchuantang?" That's all the same, ruthless and ruthless than Buyicheng and Fang Bingsheng. Are you, Fang Bingsheng considering whether he will find someone to beat you up, and then frame Weng Quanguang to take revenge..."

"I'm fucking" Qi Yunlu barely jumped on the spot, her face condensed, and she asked tremblingly, "You Democratic Party is so cruel? I'm fled from Longchuan immediately and got out of here?"

Lin Liuming waved his hand and said indifferently that there was no need. This is just one of their expected means, to prepare for the emperor's grace to be disobedient. But it is not that simple to slander Weng Quanguang, otherwise the grandson could still be the boss? The probability of success of beating you is certain, but the probability of success of climbing to Weng Quanguang is very small, just Fang Bingsheng's reserved skills. Not to mention the Democratic Party, your current master Zheng Abao is probably going to have this plan, making you half-dead and then raising the door panel to parade and frame Weng Quanguang. Don't worry, before the election is over, I'm afraid that Longchuantang will still protect your personal safety."

"I'm feeling cold all over?" Qi Yunlu had a cold war and her lower teeth bumped twice.

"If you want to make money, you will get cold when you have a successful chill. Hai Song's joke is very cold. Don't you bite your hands?" Lin Liuming snorted coldly, reached out to get the paper roll in Qi Yunlu's hand, and asked, "What are you doing? If you have information from the Liberal Party? Give it to me, I'll give it to them and we'll share the bounty."

Qi Yunlu took out a piece of paper roll in her hand for Lin Liuming to see. As soon as Lin Liuming unfolded, she started to make a splash, her thumb was already stained with ink, and then she looked at it again, cursing that the vertical line was sick, and I was used to reading the newspaper, so I felt dizzy when I saw the vertical line."

Qi Yunlu, opposite, laughed dryly and said that today's incident was very interesting because Zhang Qijie begged me to come."

Yesterday Friday, although Qi Yunlu had his head opened and offended Longchuantang, she made 2,000 yuan. This was a big sum of money. As the net profit was as high as he made money, he could not make a year without luck. It would take several projects for half a year if he was lucky;

And in fact, it was just a brick that hit his head. In the Longchuan fight on Thursday, many people were injured more than him, so Qi Yunlu happily went to the textile factory to meet Mr. Bao before dawn the next day.

Today there is a work that he, a marginal person on the Liberal Party, needs to be done, and it is not difficult but very important - it is to paint and clean the Longchuan Central Church: Dr. Li has already come to Beijing to meet the saint, which is a signal flare sent by His Majesty; the Longchuan Presbyterian Church will soon become a benchmark for the Imperial Church, so it is very important for Dr. Li to present it to the world in a neat and new look.

The Liberal Party has Christian Protestant conservatism as its core Party Constitution, which is reflected in the Longchuan election, which is to hold the Longchuan Presbyterian position tightly. As the Longchuan Presbyterian Church is respected throughout the country, this strategy will gain unimaginable benefits. Therefore, the Liberal Party must cleanly repair the central church, showing its unbreakable relationship with noble figures such as the Longchuan Presbyterian Church and the church.

This kind of thing is naturally the job of Qi Yunlu, a younger brother who just squeezed in, so Qi Yunlu happily took a group of helpers to the church to clean and repair it.

But just as Qi Yunlu was sitting in the first row of the church service hall watching his younger brother do things, taking off his hat, bent down and poking his head with his fingers, a hand patted his shoulder.

Turning his head and seeing it was Zhang Qijie.

"Old Zhang, look at them wiping the cross and changing to a new sermon table,..." Seeing that it was Zhang Qijie, Qi Yunlu immediately stopped hurting and her skin was no longer itchy. She stood up and smiled and introduced the progress with her face.

But Zhang Qijie called Qi Yunlu to the corner of no one, and there was a hidden secret on his face. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I want to find you to see someone..."

"Look at people? Who is it? Is there any problem? Who is it? Do you want to bring some gifts?" Qi Yunlu shouted in anger.

"It's not about seeing the patient or visiting anyone." Zhang Qijie stomped his feet, sighed, and said that someone had just run to the bell tower and scattered a leaflet about me. I want you to check where he lives, and now he is working?"

"Spread your rumor-producing leaflet? It must be the Democratic Party and Weng Quan Guang." Qi Yunlu shouted indignantly and said, "Don't worry, I'm leaving it to me. I know everyone in the county town. Who is that person? Is he a member of our Longchuan?" Wu Zhuo didn't skip the words.

Zhang Qijie sighed deeply and said that the man was from the Qing Dynasty, named Pan Jinxing….”

Fifteen minutes later, at the church door, he looked at the summer cumulonimbus clouds that seemed to be pressing to the ground. Qi Yunlu put the umbrella under her arm and stepped down the church steps. Then she turned around and looked at the workers hanging new donated lanterns under the eaves of the church corridor. She glanced at the glass lanterns with her eyes to see if the glass lanterns were flush, and then set off.

The square is still lively, and it has become the center for county people to exchange information and discuss major events. When you pass by the square, you will turn around and say hello to each other and talk about news.

As a celebrity, when Qi Yunlu appeared, everyone immediately greeted him: the poor arched their waists and clasped their fists, and the rich took off their hats to greet him. This person asked Longchuantangshanzhu to go to the capital yesterday to go to jail.

Yesterday, the square was crowded with people, and in the middle was a boar tied to the high platform with bare back. In full view of everyone, he was whipped three times by the Western whip. The whistling whip was like a razor. Each of them plowed the skin on his back, and blood spots splashed all over the square as the whip flew.

The main contributor to this grand occasion was Qi Yunlu, who was lying on the door panel and was sunburned to death.

Not beaten, definitely being sunk.

However, today Qi Yunlu had obviously come back with her feet, her face full of spring breeze greetings everywhere, and she did not look pitiful as if she was dying yesterday.

Walking in the square, Qi Yunlu stopped and picked up a piece of white paper from her shoes. Now, looking at the square, this inferior white paper could be seen everywhere on the ground, trampled by people's feet, as if it was the easy-to-remelling snow in late spring in the north. Then he turned his head and looked back at the commanding height of the square behind - the bell tower. This must be what Zhang Qijie said was the rumor-making leaflet scattered from the bell tower.

After flipping through the leaflet, Qi Yunlu frowned and thought to herself: You can print the leaflet and sprinkle it. Why do you have to print it in the Qing Dynasty style and vertical row?

Although it is okay to look at vertical arrangements for people like Qi Yunlu who knows and snippets. They all typed this way when they were young, but in recent years, the Emperor of Haisong has regulated the newspaper industry and required newspapers and public publishing and distribution to be printed in horizontal versions. Not only are they all simplified Chinese characters, but they are also strictly ordered to be added to punctuation.

Punctuation makes people lazy to read. The Qing Dynasty reader could not break a sentence without punctuation into countless meanings. Hai Song reader could do it, but Hai Song reader, who was used to reading punctuation without punctuation, became increasingly disgusting ancient texts without punctuation;

The same is true for horizontal and vertical versions. At first, Hai Song's literate person was uncomfortable, but after getting used to it, he couldn't stand the original vertical version again, and felt it was difficult. This is the culture. Just like a habit, an old-fashioned child who had never seen a toothbrush would not think of brushing his teeth. At the beginning, brushing would make him very painful, but after brushing his teeth twice in the morning and evening, he would feel that the days when he could not brush his teeth were too painful.

After enduring the disgusting vertical lineup, Qi Yunlu looked at the title and was shocked after reading it:

"Blood and Tears accused Zhang Qi of becoming a fraud and cheating Yin of countless people and losing their fortunes."

Going again, it's scary:

Neri means that before Zhang Qijie became rich, he was a mess in the United States. He was so down-and-out that he worked as a kitchen helper and entertained on a trans-ocean ship from the United States to Haisong. He was morally degraded and despicable. Because he had worked as a dealer in a Chinatown casino before, he had a good gambling technique, so he relied on his fellow countrymen to gamble, then gambling to cheat Chinese tourists' money.

When the ship was sailing in the vast Pacific Ocean, Zhang Qi colluded with a group of thieves, specially set up traps, and seduced Chinese people who were idle on the boat as compatriots and fellow villagers to gamble. They made thousands of things in the game and did everything they wanted. Those who were trapped in the trap were often deceived by them and their families were destroyed.

The author of this article is Pan Jinxing mentioned by Zhang Qijie. He is one of the victims. He said he was from Fujian in the Qing Dynasty. He went to the United States to hunt for gold in 145. He spent fifteen years in a hurry, bleeding and sweating, and earned a lot of money. In the year, he sold all industries and returned home with cash. However, he met Zhang Qijie's group on a steamer. Given that it took one to two months to get from the United States to the Qing Dynasty, the ocean seemed to have no end, and the days of going home seemed extremely boring. He did not restrain his gambling addiction and was tempted by Zhang Qijie to start gambling.

As a result, he fell into the trap of the other party. After winning a few yuan, he tasted the sweetness. He went to bet continuously for a few days. The other party started to give out thousands and did everything to change cards. Fujianese Pan Jinxing lost all his money, and his entire net worth was nearly 100,000 US dollars and changed his owner on the ship. From a wealthy businessman with a wealthy treasure when he left San Francisco, he turned into a penniless beggar at the Haijing Port.

At Haijing Port, Pan Jinxing had to kneel down and beg Zhang Qijie, the leader of the gambling gang who was almost killing his father, to give him some travel expenses, otherwise he would jump into the sea and commit suicide. Zhang Qijie gave him 40 yuan from his "his money", which was just enough for him to return to the United States. He had no face to see the elders of Jiangdong and had to return to the United States to work hard again. Recently, it was only 10 years later that he returned to East Asia again.

All of the things that happened to Zhang Qi, the famous man from Haisong, the gentry of Longchuan, and the successful businessman, was committed to his evil deeds.

In 2019, he was the leader of the Chinese gambling fraud gang in trans-ocean ships.
Chapter completed!