After being blocked by a famous poet of the Song Dynasty in the telegraph company for three o'clock, Fang Bingsheng finally finished the matter and handed over the plan to the headquarters to Manager Wang. He picked up his top hat, coat and civilized stick and walked out.

"No, Mr. Fang! Let's have dinner with us tonight, and the banquet has been booked." Manager Wang grabbed Fang Bingsheng's shirt sleeve tightly.

After looking at the clock next to him, Fang Bingsheng smiled and said, "I still have business, so let's talk about it later."

"What else do you have? It's hot day!" Manager Wang stomped his feet and shouted with his parents' serious illness.

Fang Bingsheng ignored his subordinates' "Loyalty and Filial Piety" performance, smiled slightly, and raised his head. Manager Wang had to rush to the front of his superiors helplessly, cleared an aisle for him in the bustling hall, walked out of the post office and went down to the steps, and saw the emperor's car and slide rod huddled in the shadows under the eaves waiting for him.

Seeing that he came out, several bodyguards quickly stood up.

"Where is the pheasant?" Fang Bingsheng asked dissatisfiedly when he saw that there were no pheasants.

"Brother Ji is drinking tea next door! I'll call!" A bodyguard pointed to a shop next door and shouted.

The shop was pitifully small and the store was very old. It was obvious that it was an old house left in the Qing Dynasty. It was squeezed tightly by the post office and the Haifu Restaurant on the other side. It looked like two cows pressing against a dirty and small monkey together, and the monkey was already flattened.

There is also an old man who is zipping shoes at the door. Although leather shoes have only appeared in recent years, it is also a foreign thing. Where can I get the business of shoe repair without leather shoes? Apart from masochism, who can give the heel of cloth shoes an iron palm? However, shoe repairs cannot bring wealth to people. The old man is dirty, with a wooden box on his feet, and a small platform in front of him, and no business, so he squinted in the shade at the door of the small shop.

But Fang Bingsheng looked around and was a little curious. The shop didn't even have a decent signboard, so he used a typical rural shop style to frame it with a bamboo pole, and covered it with a white cloth in the middle and wrote his name with a brush. However, the person the shop owner was looking for was very good in calligraphy, with vigorous brushwork and very eye-catching content. Four big characters: "Court Lottery".

Although the white cloth sign tried to slant the trees towards the center of the street, it looked very vulgar and insignificant in a relatively atmospheric sign.

He murmured, "Oh? Longchuan also has a lottery shop?"

Manager Wang next to him heard it clearly, and immediately nodded and smiled, "Mr. Fang has such a good eye! It turns out that this small place in Longchuan really has no lottery. This lottery store has just been open for half a year. It was run by a Beijinger, and the business is not bad."

Fang Bingsheng curled his lips and stopped him from turning around to find Shan Ji's men. He walked down the post office steps and walked towards the lottery point, and wanted to see this new thing about Longchuan.

When he approached the lottery store, he found that it was really old. The walls had been painted black by time, which made Fang Bingsheng, who was used to the new Western architecture, urged to grab a handful of soil on the wall and smell the breath of childhood. However, his door was very new and looked new, and he could smell the smell of new wood at the door.

It seems that the business is so good that the shop owners have to change their doors to defend their wealth.

But when he saw the large wooden board at the door, there were a few lines of large words written on it: "Ming Dynasty lottery/written letters/command telegrams/newest newspapers" made Fang Bingsheng wonder: "This word is well written..." - but the second half of the time he didn't mean that there was such a signature store to make money.

Stepping in from the old man who repaired shoes, his eyes suddenly became dark.

The smell of soil under your feet, the smell of old furniture, and the gloomy moisture of the old house, and the darkness of the low space without windows, wrapped him together, making Fang Bingsheng, who had just stepped into the sunny outside, instantly felt blind.

But this made him feel very good. For the upstart who has entered and left the mansion and the building, how long has it been since he entered this kind of memory-filled space?

Fang Bingsheng stood at the door. In order to adapt to the darkness, his steps stopped and subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

Before I put down my hands, the voices of several people were already heard in my ears:

"Customer, please come in there! Should I buy a lottery or write a message on my behalf?" - This is a young and immature voice, and I thought it was a clerk or something;

"Hmm? Brother Sheng! Why are you here in person? Are you finished?" - This is the voice of a pheasant;

"Boss, are you and this colleagues? Come on, sit inside! Xiaolin, pour tea! pour tea!" - This voice is a little mature, he is a middle-aged man, and he met Shan Ji so quickly. He spoke with a flattery towards the distinguished guest and a domineering opponent. He should be the manager of this store.

Fang Bingsheng put down his hands, his eyes adapted to the light of the old house without windows, and saw clearly the shop and people in front of him.

This is indeed an old store with a strong taste in the bone marrow. There are no bricks or Western wooden boards or marbles on your feet. It is the soil surface that has been trampled as solid as a rock after years. Even wearing hard leather shoes, you can feel the rippling and wrinkled concaves and undulations of its rippling and wrinkled through the cowhide soles.

The wooden beams on the head and the furniture you see are already black. Even the traditional paintings of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum hanging on the wall have been wiped by the new owner, but they can't see clearly what they were originally painting. There is only a wind-like style of black ink. These things exudes the flavor of the Qing Dynasty, but they stubbornly maintain their original shape and are used by people, and they refuse to turn into a pile of black decay with the past dynasty.

The store is particularly narrow, with two adults standing side by side, with their hands spreading and their fingertips facing each other, so they can easily touch the walls on their side.

But at first glance, it was very deep. A few meters away was a patent-skinned counter. One end of the counter was against the wall and the other end was left with a flip board for people to enter and exit.

The cheess sat on a bench outside the counter, took off her leather shoes and socks, and sat cross-legged on it barefoot;

Inside the counter is a row of crooked wooden shelves against the wall. Now it is full of paper and other things, but there is a row of dusty black urns, jars and the like on the top. It seems that the previous owners didn't bother to waste money transporting them, so they abandoned them to later generations.

The most conspicuous thing is that a rare cylindrical glass bottle is placed near the wall on the counter. A black snake inside is in a strange shape in the liquid, staring at the customer with gritted teeth. However, the accumulated soil on the glass bottle covers its hideous expression like fog, indicating that the snake is just a bluff; and the two clear handprints on the soil of the bottle confirm that it is also a abandoned property of the old owner, but it was moved from the rack by the new owner as a decoration.

"Maybe it was a Chinese medicine store or a store selling medicinal liquor before." Fang Bingsheng twitched his nose and found a reasonable reason for the strange Chinese medicine smell that even the wood in the store was emitting out.

There were only two people behind the counter. One was young and had a short-sleeved white T-shirt on his upper body, which was scurried around the ground by the other pointing. The other was similar to Fang Bingsheng. He shaved a flat head and wore a long robe. However, because many jobs have to be narrowed in sleeves to do things recently, this person's robe is a typical Haisong robe. It is similar to the Qing Dynasty, but the upper body is relatively narrow and the sleeves are also narrow. This person also puts a sleeve on his sleeve to prevent ink from staining clothes and friction and wear. It looks no different from the low-level clerk at the post office. However, now his face is majestic instructor, and it seems that these two are the boss and his only subordinates.

Behind them was a small door with curtains. The guy rushed in and out of the house and bought so much money for lottery tickets. Can Shanji be a man who saw gambling still be able to move? So the boss ran the verbal money.

The boss was stunned for a while and seemed to understand where Fang Bingsheng's hostility came from. He waved his hand quickly and said, "The customer misunderstood. Our store was really opened by the court. Oh, no, it is an official supervision and commercial office. It is the same as the foreign medicine guild and railway company. It is definitely not a use of the imperial court to deceive customers. We are from "The Patriotic Lottery Issuing Company of the Song Dynasty". I am the owner of the subordinate franchise. If you don't believe it, you can look here."

Fang Bingsheng followed the owner's finger and saw that there was an arm-long glass frame hanging on the counter and the wall above the snake wine. The book-sized paper inside said "The Great Song Patriotic Lottery Issuing Company-Longchuan Branch Business License", as well as various official seals, which are the business licenses of this store.

However, the snake wine was too eye-catching, and the sign was deliberately decorated with red silk. In this old Qing Dynasty store, it looked like Guan Gong, and Fang Bingsheng didn't pay attention.

"We are not a private casino that can be sold for thousands. We were granted the only one in the Song Dynasty. We have monopolized operations across the country. We are absolutely fair and we will never cheat." The boss said with a smile: "It is exactly the same as the Foreign Pharmaceutical Chamber of Commerce, and it is better than the railway company. Don't the railway have three companies?"

"Who is your boss?" Fang Bingsheng was a little angry. He worked every day. Although his life seemed glorious and decent, his work was very difficult. When he had a project, he met a group of coolies and troublemakers every day. When he was free, he looked for money to make connections everywhere, which was actually annoying. Lottery was just a gambling thing, and he didn't have to do anything. He just sat on the ground to collect money. What's the difference between him and opium vampires? He didn't gamble, and he didn't know the market inside. Unexpectedly, the court even cared about this, and made the other party arrogantly claim: "We are better than the railway company."

Just relying on store and products like you, are you better than us by yours?

"Mr. Zhang Ai Song. You must have heard of this. Our boss was also one of the first initiatives of the Red Turban Foshan Uprising, the famous 'Patriotic Zhang'." The boss said proudly.

"'Patriotic Zhang'? Who is Zhang Ai Song?" Fang Bingsheng asked with a frown.

With his extensive knowledge, he has never heard of the nickname "Patriotic Zhang".

Let’s talk about “Zhang Ai Song”, a rustic guy who has no meaning, no rhyme and shameless words that he says, and is just a nude flattering country bumpkin, must have only become popular in recent years. It should be the name given to his son by illiterate people. It cannot appear on the boss of a monopoly company, unless he climbs into this position at the age of seven or eight.

Besides, before and after the Foshan Uprising, the Sea Emperor was still a marquis under the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. Where was the Song Kingdom? Your name is Zhang Ai Song? You are a god! Even if you are not afraid of the Qing army beheading, you must be called "Zhang Ai Tai", "Zhang Ai Ping", "Zhang Ai Tian", "Zhang Ai Guo" and so on? Are you the clone of the Sea Emperor?

"It's just an opium! Brother Sheng, boss Zhong Jialiang is talking about it! This kid changed his name by himself." Shan Ji finally put on his socks and stuffed the lottery ticket into his suit pocket when he had time. It was the place where he was afraid of losing his socks just now.

"Oh, that boy, Opium Zhang!" Fang Bingsheng suddenly realized: "So he went to get a lottery."

Opium Zhang was indeed scolded by Zhong Jialiang for a few years. This boy from the Foshan Tiandihui Mountain was addicted to opium smoking. He begged and went to the backstage to intimidate Zhong Jialiang. He squeezed into Zhong Jialiang's foreign medicine guild and dominated the foreign medicine specialty in Ganzhou. After his wings became hard, he turned against Zhong Jialiang and was disobedient!

I was worn by Zhong Jialiang for a while.

Later, after Foshan Tiandihui became an illegal organization, facing the siege of Zhong Jialiang's relatives and friends, the opium in the backstage was squeezed and could not stay away from the foreign medicine guild in shame. Now, some gods were taken over as mounts, and the backstage was hard again. He actually started a lottery ticket, but it was actually an official lottery ticket.

"What lottery tickets did you buy? It cost more than five yuan?" Fang Bingsheng turned his head and asked Shan Ji.

"This customer has bought several kinds, let me tell you." The boss first smiled flatteringly at Shan Ji, then pulled a few pages of paper on the counter and placed it in front of Fang Bingsheng.
Chapter completed!