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【Election Week 6】Tuesday at 12:00 noon

After robbing most of the workers of Wang Yu's family by the river, Zheng Abao and Zhang Qijie returned to the textile factory in a fierce manner. They were not very excited because they defeated Wang Yu's family with their wealth. The election situation was still very serious. If the Wang Yu's family was not afraid of becoming poor and going bankrupt, and refused to kneel down and beg for mercy, the Liberal Party still had only two candidates. Today, seeing him helping Pan Jinxing in public, it is very likely that he is not afraid of poverty, being strong if he has no desires, or even seeking death by himself. This is really a headache.

Stepping on the trembling office floor because of the machine downstairs, Zheng Abao took off his thick suit jacket that made him sweat, while looking at Fan Linhui's brother-in-law who was waiting for them in the office and shouted in anger:

"I clearly informed you, but I didn't see Fan Linhui's party taking action from beginning to end. But you didn't show your head. Do you have me in your eyes? What did Fan Linhui do?"

Zhang Qijie and Zheng Abao shared the same hatred for Fan Linhui, and had no intention of defending Fan's brother-in-law. They just took Zheng Abao's coat silently and hung it on the hanger for him, staring at Brother-in-law Fan.

Fan Linhui's brother-in-law stood there with some fear, nodded and bowed, and stammered, saying, "Yesterday... Yesterday... Dad, not brother-in-law... Brother-in-law... Brother-in-law has a bad stomach and has diarrhea... Dr. Li is not here, so he went to the countryside outside the city to find an old Chinese doctor..."

"What old Chinese doctor? Are you not afraid of treating him to death?" Zheng Abao cursed, sat down behind the desk and glared at him fiercely.

At this moment, Qi Yunlu, sweating profusely, pushed the door open and handed the list of Wang Yu's surrender workers to Zhang Qijie. When she saw Brother Fan, who was restless in the office, she smiled and said casually: "Brother-in-law, why did your brother-in-law go to the train station in the morning? She was carrying a rattan box. I happened to pass by and saw him. Are you going to the far door?"

"Train Station?" Zheng Abao and Zhang Qijie were stunned at the same time, while Brother Fan looked at Qi Yunlu, his eyes were shocked and wanted to stop him and strangled this verbal bastard to death.

"What did Fan Linhui do?" Zhang Qijie took two steps forward and stood beside his brother-in-law and asked. Zheng Abao also looked at him straight.

Seeing that it was impossible to hide it, Brother Fan turned around and didn't dare to look at Zheng Abao who glared at him. He stared at his leather shoes for a long time, and stomped his feet and said, "He... Actually... he... my brother-in-law went to the capital to find Dr. Li."

"Look for Dr. Li?" The other three were shocked. Zheng Abao asked angrily and amusedly: "Where is this election, why did he go to Beijing to find Dr. Li?"

Brother Fan turned his head and stared at Zhang Qijie beside him, and stopped talking again. Then, as if he had been brave enough, he looked straight into Zhang Qijie's eyes and said, "Elder Zhang, my brother-in-law said that you and Elder Wang are good brothers. He doesn't want to see you turn against each other and kill each other, but you are both better than him, and he can't convince you, so he went to see if you can still be brothers and friends together... that's it."

"Doctor Li? Become a revenge?" Zhang Qijie was shocked, and then his expression became painful and aggrieved. He spread his hands and said, "Didn't Lao Fan witness what happened these days? Am I going to be revenge? He was the one named Wang stabbing me behind the back like crazy."

Brother Fan lowered his head again and dared not say anything.

Zheng Abao, behind the desk, raised his head, looked at the ceiling and sneered, and said sarcastically: "I am really capable. I am so adult, but it seems like a child cannot live without his mother...Doctor Li? Can he affect this war? Tell?"

After saying that, he slapped the table and gritted his teeth and shouted, "Either you will be crazy and rebellious; or you don't even let go of a fart, and I'm going to the capital to swagger. My Liberal Party is really freer than the vegetable market. Is this a party? I'll go outside and hire a few short-term workers a day. It's not okay to be obedient than you. I must find some tight spells for you to wear. This is too unreasonable."

Brother Fan looked at Zheng Abao and didn't dare to speak anymore; Zhang Qijie looked at Brother Fan with a shameless expression, but didn't want to speak; Qi Yunlu was well-behaved and unwilling to interrupt, so her eyes turned around.

For a moment, the room was quiet, with only Zheng Abao, who was cursing in his mouth, deliberately increased the range of movement, and threw the notebook and smashed the ashtray to vent his anger, making the other three people even more frightened.

At this time, a clerk of the brother's arms came in, bowed to Zheng Abao and whispered: "Boss..."

Zheng Abao was angry, raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily: "What's wrong with him again?"

The staff seemed to be more accustomed to the attitude of this master than the candidate Longchuan, and replied calmly: "Boss, Mr. Du, the housekeeper, is here, I want to see you."

"Old Du is here? He is here in Longchuan?" Zheng Abao was stunned when he heard this, with a look of surprise.

At this time, a tall middle-aged man stood at the door. Qi Yunlu, who was standing at the door, humbly dodged a way out to the corner of the wall, turned his head to look at the other person: I saw that this man was in his forties, with a goatee beard, wearing a luxurious brown suit, holding a hat in his hand and buckled it on his chest, and a diamond ring on his finger was very prominently set off by the brown hat; but his skin did not look as rich as his clothes, his face was full of pleats and his skin was very dark, and his face looked like a coolie; he was quite tall, but his slightly bent his arms and his chest seemed very natural, just like his waist and grown limbs could be disassembled like Western hanging puppets. It made people feel that this person might be able to easily fold his limbs and put them in a square box.

The man stood beside Qi Yunlu with a small box, looking at Zheng Abao, and said with concern: "Hello, my uncle. Longchuan is simple. Why are you sleeping in this buzzing and noisy factory? Are you sleeping well? I brought sleeping medicine."

"Okay, okay. Lao Du, you came from the capital on such a hot day? Don't inform me in advance?" Zheng Abao stood up behind the table and said kindly.

"The uncle and the old man are worried about you, so I'm worried, let me come and have a look." Butler Du grinned.

Zheng Abao walked out from behind the desk, pointed to the chair in front and said, "Old Du, sit down quickly and take a break."

I also understood that this was the butler of Zheng Abao's family, the seventh-rank official of the prime minister's lord, and not to mention the butler of such a big businessman, he must be considered a confidant. Longchuan and others quickly started to work on the principle of being accustomed to guests: Brother Fan flashed to the corner and made way for the passage; Zhang Qijie went up to salute, and then shouted that his servant would take the iced sour plum soup to cool down; while Qi Yunlu was eager to help Butler Du carry the box, but the other party smiled and pushed his hand away. It seemed that the box would not be left.

When the housekeeper sat down, Zheng Abao looked at him and immediately raised his head and shouted, "We want to talk about family matters, you all go out. Listen, now I don't see anyone, I won't see anyone, don't disturb us all going out and close the door."

After everyone left, Butler Du put down the box and stood up, walked to the door and pulled the door, confirming again that the door was closed.

Judging from the butler's actions, Zheng Abao said: "Old Du, it's okay, it's very noisy here. When you come to my desk and say, you will never hear it outside."

"My little man, that's good." Old Du ran over and sat in front of the desk, whispered with a nervous look on his face: "My little man, let me ask you if there is any accident in the election recently?"

"What happened? No." Zheng Abao was shocked when he heard this. Although he had guessed that something was wrong in Beijing from the sudden arrival of the housekeeper, with such a successful marketing expert, how could the family be as worried as a child? There was something big to discuss, but he didn't expect that his brother in Beijing was actually concerned about this. He asked in surprise: "What did my brother hear? What happened?"

Lao Du pressed his elbow on the table, stretched his head to the opposite side, and said in a very low voice: "The newspapers are full of headlines about the Longchuan election. We all know what you did, but we didn't see anything wrong. But you know that Your Majesty is very concerned about the Longchuan election, which is the most important thing Your Majesty is currently concerned about. So since you came here to lead the Liberal Party here, the uncle has been moving around the capital, activate all relations to monitor the reaction of the court."

"What? Is there anything wrong with the imperial court? Li Yuting is active?" Zheng Abao also pressed his elbow on the table, in the same posture as Lao Du, as if two children were playing chess with their heads, but at this moment his expression turned pale.

Lao Du also showed a scared expression and said, "The uncle can't confirm either, so he sent me to Longchuan overnight to ask you."

"What the hell is wrong?" Zheng Abao shouted hurriedly.

Lao Du's voice was so small that in this space filled with the roaring machines downstairs, his voice was as small and inconspicuous as a transparent fish swimming through the ocean of noise. He said, "Since the election, Your Majesty has been praised by you and praised you for your effectiveness. We have told you through telegrams and messengers. But yesterday the uncle found an excuse to meet the emperor, but he didn't think about anything else, just to see His Majesty's reaction..."

"What's wrong? What did Your Majesty say?" Zheng Abao, who was not afraid of heaven, shivered, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. His lips rarely turned into sagging, as if a filial son asked the doctor who diagnosed his serious father, with fear that he didn't want to ask or had to ask.

Lao Du replied: "It's nothing, everything is normal. Your Majesty always laughs: You are very hardworking, very creative, and have a wonderful election. Let him form a party and choose the right person..."

"You are the one who is | Mom | and you are talking about the key points." Zheng Abao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his voice rose by dozens of decibels. He shouted in anger, as if a firecracker exploded in his ear, causing the unprepared old Du to close his eyes in a hurry, and subconsciously wanted to cover his ears.

Then he put down his hand embarrassedly, nodded, and continued to whisper to Zheng Abao: "After the uncle came out of the palace, he always felt something was wrong. He thought about it for a few hours and didn't eat lunch. He just recalled His Majesty's words one by one, and he found something bad: If His Majesty was satisfied with you in the past, his name to you was "Xiaobao"; if you make him happy, his name to you was "This little hooligan", such as Zhong Er who killed Zhong Jialiang

Yes, what Your Majesty said that time; but this time, the old man said that all the names Your Majesty calls you are 'he' and 'Zheng Abao'; only once he said 'this little hooligan', but when he said that, he covered his mouth and touched his beard, and he couldn't see his expression clearly for a moment..... The old man asked you to recall the relationship between Your Majesty's title and his attitude towards you. If it were like this yesterday, wouldn't it feel a little distant? Is it because you have done something recently? Your Majesty is a little dissatisfied with you?"

Zheng Abao stared at his terrified eyes, slowly retreated toward his body, slowly settled his chair, pressed his mouth with one hand, and the other hand seemed to be a lost spider trembling in the cigar box for a long time, but he couldn't pinch a cigar.

Lao Du waited for a while, and saw Zheng Abao's eyes blurred, and said anxiously: "You can also sort out what you have done recently. Today, Thursday and Wednesday, all the headlines of the newspaper are that your subordinate Zhang is a fraud. Is this a matter?"

"It's too fast? In theory, Your Majesty learned about this matter by Zhao Jin on Tuesday. In less than 24 hours, Your Majesty can be dissatisfied with me? Why are you dissatisfied with me? I did this beautifully, there was no violation of the law, nor did you fight. It was simply seamless. No one could catch any handle. It also reduced Zhang Qijie's matter ten times. Who cares about just a few thousand yuan? I have deliberately entered the newspaper to find the victim, from the perspective of Christian moral standards. There is no stain... Don't I do this often? Who can tie my hands and feet to fight against foreigners and Li Yuting? Li Yuting is even darker...... Yes... he is even darker. His subordinates are actually a gang member who is far worse than the business elite of my subordinates...." Zheng Abao was still trembling with the cigar, but still didn't take it out. He refuted Lao Du every word, but in his tone, he seemed extremely frightened and helpless, as if he was talking to himself.

"Beautiful? Shrink? Black?" Lao Du frowned and asked, "So that is to say, you did the operation besides the Zhang Qijie incident reported in the newspaper?"

Zheng Abao looked at the butler. The "spider" growing on his arm seemed to have finally found the way. He grabbed a cigar. Zheng Abao held the cigar and had no intention of smoking. He looked at the butler and said, "Of course, I took the operation. I controlled the witness of Heyuan Prison."

The housekeeper was not surprised, as if this was as natural as how to make a fish-flavored shredded pork. He nodded and asked, "So, is it possible that any chain will leak information to outsiders when you operate?"

"How can people leave no traces when doing things?" Zheng Abao shouted, and he said with some dissatisfaction with the question: "They are all underage officials and hooligans, who cares about them?"

Then he grabbed the matchbox, slowly pinched it into a ball in his palm, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Actually, I can do it better, not even have a certificate, but I was disturbed by a mad dog in Longchuan."

Old Du asked calmly: "So will this matter affect His Majesty's perception of you?"

"How is it possible? If we are afraid of our hands, we will not even sell a gun. Isn't it unfaithful to His Majesty? Isn't we loyal to him like this for so many years? He is not a dogma?" Zheng Abao shouted sternly, and suddenly he seemed to think of something. He looked at the butler, held the cigar in his mouth, rubbed the matchbox in his hand, pulled out a match and lit the cigar, and then sniffed his eyes and asked Lao Du: "Did the elder brother overreact? Suspicious? He was worried about changing the title of Your Majesty? Maybe it was because His Majesty had read too much newspaper and said it casually."

Lao Du didn't care about the master's sarcasm, and he said seriously: "Your Majesty is hard to guess, and he habitually hides his attitude, so the old man has to pay close attention to recording and studying Your Majesty's character and dare not omit anything. This is impossible. In addition, two things happened that day, which made the old man determined to send me on the train to ask you about your determination to go to the evening."

"What's the matter?" Zheng Abao's arrogant expression disappeared immediately, he pulled the cigar out of his lips and asked.

Lao Du replied: "At noon, the old man went to the court servants for more information. He said: 'Your Majesty asked the newspapers that classified Zhang Qijie incident. Those newspapers were specially placed on His Majesty's imperial table and were not allowed to be taken away.' In the afternoon, a friend of the Missionary Department came to report the message and said that after receiving the old man, His Majesty immediately went to the headquarters of the Missionary Department. This was an surprise inspection and commended the "Election Information Group" specially established by the Missionary Department for the election."

After saying this, he looked up at Zheng Abao who was a little surprised and said, "If Your Majesty is dissatisfied with you, if this matter is causal and related to his inspection of the Mission and Education Department's election team, if the two assumptions are valid, you may be inferred that Your Majesty has other information channels to know the details of your operation of the Zhang Qijie incident, and he is dissatisfied with your operation. This is very likely because Your Majesty attaches great importance to the election, and the election is set in Longchuan. It may also mean that Your Majesty has confidence in control of the third eye of the newspaper industry, otherwise it would be impossible to conduct such a big experiment in a dark place."

"f" Zheng Abao was stunned for a while, gritted his teeth and broke out in swear words. He looked up and said as if he was defending: "He shouldn't be dissatisfied, I haven't done anything too much."

Old Du said calmly: "Actually, I guessed that you must have done something, because there is no difference between elections and our business competition. Now the capital is fashionable, and people from the upper class to the bottom talk about it. The bookstore also specially classified election books. Everyone believes that the sale of high-ranking officials like Britain, France and the United States from the public is a newly learned official donation model. Does Your Majesty think that members of parliament must believe in moral integrity and the same as the requirements of the officials? If Zhang Qijie is a gambler, can he meet the standards of the officials? In this process of donating officials, your Majesty and the court do not interfere with this, that is, he can be an official against the standards of the court. Is Your Majesty dissatisfied with this?"

"Who is the cleanest in the world?" Zheng Abao rubbed his teeth with resentment and helplessness and said, "The officials have collected too much money. Although Lao Zhang is a scam, that was when he was an American. The law can't control this matter. What can I do? Let the opponent kill my candidate? Who can be elected as a congressman? Do you have to find a Democratic eunuch?"

"Maybe Your Majesty is dissatisfied with your operation method." Lao Du said, and his words were not merciless. This is his purpose: "The uncle asked me to ask you: If Your Majesty is dissatisfied, can you make up for this?"

"How to make up for it?" Zheng Abao asked with his eyes hanging.

"Cut the knot?" Lao Du answered in a questioning tone.

"Oh, how can I not understand this? But I can't cut it. I only have 2 candidates left now, and there is only one left after kicking one person. I lost without the election. I am embarrassed to lose before the election. In this way, how can I explain to Zhou Kaiyuan and the others? It's hard to say whether the Liberal Party can be placed in our hands. Besides, the election has also been invested a lot. It's really hard work. I feel exhausted. I really don't want to cut off one of my hands when there is more than a week left." Zheng Abao sighed.

"The uncle said specifically: 'Compared with elections, family business is the most important thing; and the most important thing in family business is to please Your Majesty. Family business can take risks, but in terms of your Majesty's favor, safety must be the only consideration and pursuit. Don't seek me to make a contribution but seek no mistakes.' He specifically asked me to say this to you." Old Du said slowly.

Zheng Abao looked at the butler blankly. After a while, he slowly placed the cigar in the ashtray and said heavily: "I understand this. But you tell your brother: Now Zhang Qijie is no longer necessary to cut. I have cooked the raw rice and Zhang Qijie has no stains at all. I did it for him."

"How do you say this?" Old Du asked, but his expression was not astonished.

Zheng Abao pulled out a cigar from the ashtray, stood up, walked to the window, took a sip, and spit out a white cigarette outside the window, saying without looking back: "My man is still in Heyuan, just to confirm something. Yesterday, the person who was the person who was taken away by Heyuan was taken away. According to my efficiency, today he should return to Heyuan Prison, and then fall to death in the quarry, or die suddenly in the prison. Once this person died, even if he had to testify for the secret, it would be impossible for him to accuse me of the crime, and it was impossible for me to accuse him. All the lies in the newspaper became true. I can't change all this, and it's too late to send a telegram to stop it, and there is no need to."

Old Du shook his head and confirmed this fact. He looked up at Zheng Abao's back and said, "There is nothing to do. You will do the two things that you did Zhong Erzai and Zhong Jialiang and Li Guangxi, which made His Majesty happy. I hope you can continue to work hard and continue to do this to make up for the possible hearts of Your Majesty."

"That's right, I must kill Weng Quan anyway..." Zheng Abao said leisurely, suddenly he stopped, held his cigar open, stretched out the window and looked at the textile factory door with half his body, screaming: "Why is this guy back so quickly? Things are done so quickly?"

After saying that, he turned around and rushed to the door, opened the door, and shouted: "Old Li is back, let him come up."

Three minutes later, a manager of the brother's arms came into the office sweating profusely and reported to Zheng Abao in horror: "Boss, things have changed in Heyuan. Director Li said to me: As soon as they got off the train, Huang Laopi was removed from the Public Security Bureau with a warrant. I asked many officials again. According to them, the Public Security Bureau said that this is the practice of the people involved in the election to concentrate the capital, which means that the court intervened, and we can't do Huang Laopi's affairs. So I quickly go back to Longchuan as soon as possible to report this to you."

Zheng Abao stared at the subordinate with an expressionless face, without saying a word, and waved his hand to let him go out. After his subordinate went out, Zheng Abao sat in the chair with a broken expression on his face, just gasping for breath, muttering: "It shouldn't be involved in the case. This is not a legal incident. Why should Huang Laopi go to the capital as well?"

"It seems that Your Majesty is indeed focusing on the matter of this person and this matter. He should cut it immediately," shouted Lao Du.

"If you cut him, I will slap myself in the face," Zheng Abao shouted. He took a newspaper and knocked it with anger and said, "Zhong Jialiang, Li Yuting and even folk newspapers, this group of dogs will flock to me to bite my lying as long as it can be lie. It doesn't matter if you catch it, as long as you grit your teeth and don't admit it. Once you admit it, they think you are soft, you will trample on you to death and can only stand firm and not give in to this group of garbage."

"What should we do... How can we carry ** bags on our people entering and leaving the fire?" Old Du also showed a hurry-down expression.

"I..." He said it was hard, but his expression was not hard at all. Zheng Abao trembled his hands and pinched his temples desperately.

At this moment, a knock came from the door, and then Zheng Abao's secretary opened the door and rushed in without waiting for a response.

Before he could ask him to come in, this bastard came in by himself?

Zheng Abao, who was intertwined with fear and helplessness, immediately took off his anger. He stood up in anger, walked towards his men, and shouted, "Who told you to come in, I said I wouldn't let you come in casually, are you deaf?"

After saying that, he waved his hand and was about to slap the beast in the sky.

But the secretary who was bowing and greeting looked at Zheng Abao in horror, suppressed his fear and raised something in his hand on his head with a trembling hand, shouting: "Boss, I know, but I have to..."

When he saw the thing, Zheng Abao seemed to be frozen in an instant, so he kept leaning back, waved his hand away, his ferocious expression was still moving, and only his eyes were trembling in fear at the thing. The butler came over and saw him and screamed: "Why are they here too?"

The thing is the same size as this book, like an invitation and a Western restaurant recipe. The outside is expensive red velvet as the cover. After opening it, there is only a thin plate of sterling silver on the inside. There is an exquisite cross on the top of the silver plate, and the corners are engraved with delicate and beautiful patterns and flying eagles patterns, but the center is only the engraved fist size:

"village".

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