272  Let the chicken die

The seventh week of the election is early Wednesday morning...

"It's what time, I'll sleep again..." Fang Bingsheng vaguely felt someone pushing him in his dream. He muttered reluctantly, unable to open his eyes.

But the person who pushed him was persistent and pushed and whispered. Fang Bingsheng finally opened his eyes helplessly, and then turned his head away by the glass light in front of him. At this time, he could clearly hear the low voice of Stationmaster Lu:

"Mr. Fang, wake up, the boss sent you an urgent call... and there was another clear telegram to order me to give you immediately..... You might as well get up and take a look?"

Moaning, Fang Bingsheng sat up from the mosquito net, shook his head, and slashed his sleepiness as he woke up. He looked at the stationmaster Lu and stood outside the mosquito net with a glass lamp, nodding and bowing to himself.

"Where is the telegram? What was written?" Fang Bingsheng reached out from the mosquito net to ask for it.

"I don't know, one is a secret telegram, and the other is to let me wake you up immediately. Of course, for telegrams of this level, I must wake you up. This is the system..." Webmaster Lu himself had two eyes red, and it seemed that he was awakened by his subordinates, and handed over a stack of paper in his hand.

Seeing the dense numbers on the paper, Fang Bingsheng woke up with a sudden thrill, quickly turned over and got out of bed and walked to the table, staring at the numbers, as if he could read the meaning directly.

Webmaster Lu looked at Fang Bingsheng's silk pajamas with some envy. This thing was fashionable and expensive. It was said to be popular in the circle of top people. He was wearing shorts when he was sleeping. This excitement made him slow down a little. Until Fang Bingsheng turned his back to him, he woke up immediately, rushed over, put the glass oil lamp in his hand on the table, and turned it to the brightest. He diligently pulled over the chair to serve Fang Bingsheng and sat down at the desk. Seeing Fang Bingsheng's expression as if he was facing a great enemy, he smiled obediently: "Mr. Fang, if you are too sleepy, I will decode the message for you? The boss sent it this time. As long as you give me the key, it's fine."

Fang Bingsheng turned his head and looked at him, saying with some praise: "It's okay, I'll decode it myself. If you have nothing to do, you can leave. I'll call you again."

Stationmaster Lu nodded slightly, straightened his waist again, slapped the mosquitoes a few times in the air, and then turned around and left.

Fang Bingsheng immediately started to translate and decode, and became more and more nervous. Later, the sweat beads on his forehead were densely filled with sweat: He was right, the scumbag Weng Jianguang, grandson, probably the enemy was too big this time, and he had no choice but to do anything. He was still attracted by Yi Cheng's poisonous plan, and still wanted to kill people to frame and destroy the Liberal Party, and make a desperate attempt to offset the pressure of the army and Song Deling faction in the court.

The telegram said: After Weng Jianguang returned to the capital, he went to Zhong Jialiang's house without saying a word, hoping to cooperate with the Foreign Medicine Guild in this matter; but Zhong Jialiang wanted to use the Longmei line to mess with him, and he scolded Weng Jianguang for not committing such dirty things in the sacred election, which directly showed that the Foreign Medicine Guild would never get involved in such a terrible crime.

However, Zhong Jialiang didn't say anything in the end, and said that the Liberal Party has a good reputation and that you can't handle them, so the Longmei Line might have to be repaired. This is completely to let Song You TieDian do this shameless and evil act by himself, and he eats the fruits of victory by himself.

Weng Jianguang was like a snake that was pinched seven inches, and had no choice but to vent his anger with insults. Therefore, he used a page of numbers to scold Zhong Jialiang, saying that all his ancestors for eight lifetimes were greeted. Fang Bingsheng, who had been miserable, was all about "Hait him...", "Damn him...", etc., and he didn't dare not to read it because the telegram was too important, and he was afraid of missing key information.

Then in the telegram, Weng Jianguang mentioned that he had thought about it for a long time and consulted several adults, and he still had to do this, otherwise the Liberal Party would go all the way to the end, and the emperor favored Dalong, and he had no weapons to resist, so he was at a disadvantage.

He used his connections overnight to find a professional killer and asked him to take the train to Longchuan.

Because the election was about to end, he had to go too haste and didn't have much time to plan. He directly hired a long-distance sniper and shot Pan Jinxing away.

I also considered hiding in the crowd and shooting at close range. This is actually more secure. However, the killer circle was not the case when it was illiterate back then. People also read newspapers and bought lottery tickets. When they heard that they were going to Longchuan to work for the Qing people, they immediately said: "Is Longchuan a place that is now a sensation in the country? I will sniper in a long range, and after a single attack, retreat immediately regardless of whether it hits or not. Never do knife jobs (near-range people kill). If you don't want to use it, find someone else."

Weng Jianguang has no choice but to find a killer so anxiously, so he is naturally a seller's market and listen to the seller; but it is not all unfavorable.

Because shooting at close range is safe, you have to look at the killer's courage - when the matter is about to come, the killer dares not, and turns around and runs away - this is very common; and the consequences of this matter are extremely dangerous, which is equivalent to taking action under the eyes of the court and the emperor. Even if the killer does not know that the employer is Weng Jianguang, he must not let the killer be caught, so he dare not to shoot at close range. Escape like that is a difficult problem. Sometimes, foreign killers are not as good as local killers, because they are not familiar with the terrain, and it may be more difficult to escape after they succeed. If they are caught, this matter cannot be done by throwing a scapegoat and going to jail for a few years.

Therefore, Weng Jianguang issued a deadly order, asking: No matter whether he succeeds or not, withdrawing the killer is the first priority, and not to be killed if he fails.

The killer will arrive this afternoon. You must kill Pan Jinxing before Thursday and Friday. Fang Bingsheng is preparing to take over the station, prepare to snipe the location, and prepare to evacuate him.

Seeing this, Fang Bingsheng moaned, and tears were shining in his eyes - Is this work done by humans?

Within 48 hours, a famous person was killed in a city where journalists and journalists are everywhere in the country? And this is not the most difficult. The most difficult thing is how to contain and resettle killers, how to plan an ambush and sniper plan, and how to safely evacuate or silence them.

Fang Bingsheng and his group are not only foreigners, but also familiar faces from Longchuan. When they walk on the street, countless people will say hello. How can you settle the killer? You can't even show your face and rent a house for him. Could it be that you say, "This is my nephew, who came to visit the election?" A few hours later, a group of people pointed at Fang Bingsheng and shouted, "It was his nephew who killed him."

It's almost the same as rebellion and assassination of the emperor

Fang Bingsheng's hand that opened the last page was numb. He didn't even want to worry about a mosquito nailed to his ear. He sat in front of the table like a walking corpse for a while before he tremblingly translated the last page.

On this page, Weng Jianguang asked Fang Bingsheng to pull Yicheng to go to the water, so he convinced him that the benefits of this matter were for them, and he must intervene, and it is best to let Yicheng participate. If it really doesn't work, he must bring them a candidate in as a letter of vote. Song You's ferroelectricity cannot be fully responsible for the risks, and the interests of the foreign medicine guild are exclusively enjoyed.

It seems that Weng Jianguang also knows that what he wants to do can be called crazy.

For money, I have to take the money out of the fire.

But when he translated the last sentence, he was unexpectedly defeated by some fear, replaced by confusion and some kind of motivation.

Weng Jianguang probably knew how adventurous this matter was, so he added the last paragraph:

"Song You TieDian can now say that it is at the point of life and death. Either dominate the world or be a little rich man. I don't want to be a little rich man. I want to be the richest man in the world. If you and Shan Ji can't do it, tell me I will fire you forever. Isn't Longchuan your hometown? Stay there and don't come back. Longchuan, I hate the small and poor place where I came from, so I swear that I won't step on the dirt in the ghost place until I have no choice but to stomp the mud in the dark in Longchuan. I'm a man who has entered the city for money and birds to eat and not planted. The country bumpkin can only be poor forever for the sake of wealth and wealth. Those who don't want life are good men."

"The richest man in the world is always poor, has a good life, and has a hometown? Yes, I was born in the home of poor people outside the city and in adobe house."

Fang Bingsheng threw away the pencil and sighed a long time. When he raised his head, he realized that it was already bright.

He was shocked and took out his pocket watch from under the pillow and looked at it: It was 6:30 in the morning.

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Soon after, Shan Ji was sent out to search for the commanding heights.

Although Fang Bingsheng roughly told him about the boss's plan, the hooligan immediately jumped up, so anxious that his head seemed to touch the chandelier on the ceiling.

There was a series of swearing words: "Boss is fucking crazy and assassinating the Qing dynasty in Longchuan? This is a shocking case in the country. And we were given two days to be crazy and just mess with a cannibal. It took more than two days to check out the spot? How did you know the itinerary of the Qing dynasty? You can't call it out and shoot it to death, right? Besides, we are not locals. Who will pick up the killer and who will settle him? I will commit suicide if I want to kill him?"

Fang Bingsheng guessed the idea of ​​this expert. How could Fang Bingsheng not understand what Shan Ji did?

So Fang Bingsheng announced the telegram again with a helpless tone, and even picked up important paragraphs to read for him.

But this time, Shan Ji was not as pretended as before, just Fang Bingsheng followed the horse's head. After hearing Fang Bingsheng's words, he still didn't believe it. He insisted on copying the keywords himself and asking webmaster Lu and other literate people to read again, so as not to lie to Fang Bingsheng.

People die for money and birds die for food. In the face of such a dangerous task, the pheasant pulled off the other party Bingsheng's mask.

Fang Bingsheng sighed helplessly, copied the last paragraph in front of the pheasant, of course, omitted the key part, pointed at both with a pencil, and asked the pheasant who looked like a painting: Look, is it the same stroke, it is the same word, right? Don't say I'm lying to you.

But 10 minutes later, when Shan Ji came back with a copy text and drooped her head, Fang Bingsheng didn't even want to joke with Shan Ji.

At 7:30 in the morning, I sat in the bedroom vestibule next door, waiting for Yicheng to come out. As a wealthy man, Yicheng got up very late and pretended to have breakfast in bed like a foreigner. What kind of foreigners do? He ate fried dough sticks and soy sauce in bed, but his style is the same. Now I hear that I am eating breakfast in the middle of the house.

But Fang Bingsheng did not scold Yi Cheng in his heart to vent his anger. He was in a daze, and his hands were clenched into a fist like spasm.

He was still thinking about the boss's last words. Although he had no literary talent, this straightforward confession of wealth and honor touched the literati Fang Bingsheng - no matter how rich or poor, who doesn't want to do this? If you don't have courage, you will suffer from poverty and have courage to die, just like the journey of Song You TieDian in making a fortune over the years.

Who wants to eat food in the soil for the rest of his life like a chicken? Just like most of the poor people in Longchuan, or like Fang Bingsheng's father and relatives - the kind of people walking barefoot in the mud, sleeping in the adobe house, watching the moon and raining on the roof, fantasizing about having money to sit in a sedan chair, Fang Bingsheng never wants to live again, just like his boss is unwilling to step on the soil of Longchuan again.

When the servant brought out the low table and Yi Cheng came out in a suit and tie to meet the guests, he said politely: "Oh, I have been waiting for you for a long time", Fang Bingsheng clenched his fists and responded: "Let the chicken die."
Chapter completed!