"Party certificate? What is the party certificate?" Fang Bingsheng looked at the booklet as big as a palm in his palm and was dumbfounded again.

Yi Cheng pointed to the booklet and said, "Since we are the Democratic Party, can we just let you enter? Christians have to dive into the river when they are baptized. This party certificate is the good citizen certificate of the party members, proving that you are our party member, brother, buddy! Without the party certificate, we will not admit that you are from our group."

Fang Bingsheng nodded and thought to himself: "There are quite a lot of rules." Looking down at the party certificate, he saw that the booklet was only half the size of a palm, the cover was blue, the material was made of special Western paper, the texture was like a hard cloth; it was printed with some patterns and fonts, and it was sunken inward, and the grooves were painted golden yellow. This must be a fashionable Western printing technique. Although the whole booklet is very small and thin, it is probably expensive. If you print such a booklet, you can probably buy a stack of traditional thread-bound books.

He carefully uncovered the cover and saw that there were good civil certificates, officer certificates, passes, etc. on the left half of the page was divided into one grid by black lines, with his name, age, occupation, and time to join the party. The right half of the page was divided into two large pieces, with the upper half printed: "Recommendor's Comments" and the lower half printed: "Review Results". There was a round red seal between the two pages, which clearly saw that it was "Chairman of the Song Dynasty Democratic Party"; and I don't know who had filled in the upper half of the page with the recommendation comments on the upper half of the page, of course, they all said good words from Fang Bingsheng, and two big words were written in the same font as the lower half: "Agree".

Because the paper is very small, writing these small characters with traditional brushes is probably useless, and that must be a cheating cheat sheet for the imperial examination; so the dense fonts on the right are written in a Western fountain pen, which looks pretty good.

Not only did he fill in the content for him, but he even posted a photo of him in the grid next to the left page. It seemed that he was cut from a large photo and was carefully pasted.

"This is the party certificate that Boss Zhong personally filled out for you. He is the recommendation comment and review." Yi Cheng pointed and explained.

"Ah, then I'm so flattered!" Fang Bingsheng was stunned for a moment, and quickly nodded and pretended to be an intertwined expression. Then he asked, "What is the recommendation person? Do you still need to recommend someone to join the party? Isn't it the one from your foreign medicine guild?"

Yi Cheng laughed and said, "Brother Fang, our Democratic Party is not a foreign medicine guild. We need to contact all the heroes from the Song Dynasty to form a connection between the elites of the political, business, military and theological circles across the country, and strive to keep their names in history and glory and wealth. Isn't this a recommendation? What if a vendor selling roast goose joins on the way? Isn't this a shame? Do you think anyone can join the Democratic Party? They must be successful people and people who call the wind and rain, so we have to rely on the recommendation of party members. We don't want to recommend themselves. Besides, there is no recommender. After joining the party, you find that you are a liar, have no power or power, or you turn your elbow out, or you don't listen to the orders of your superiors, how do you calculate this responsibility?"

Fang Bingsheng understood as soon as he heard it. He stared at Yi Cheng in disbelief and asked, "I'll wipe his mother (ventral)!...Is this a gang or a company organization? Will joint and several liability be pursued?!"

"Party, the party is of course an organization! Compared with the company, I am not very clear about this. Anyway, joint and several liability must be calculated clearly. We must be loyal to the gang? Loyalty and righteousness! But more scenes than them! We must be like the army like an arm and finger!" Yi Cheng said proudly.

After saying that, seeing Fang Bingsheng's expression of being blackened/socially kidnapped, Yi Cheng quickly patted Fang Bingsheng's shoulder again to express comfort, and said, "Don't worry, your elder Weng Jianguang has also joined our Democratic Party. His party certificate number is 010."

"What? My boss Weng has also joined the Democratic Party?" Fang Bingsheng almost sprayed his tongue on Yi Cheng's face.

Yi Cheng pulled out his handkerchief, pretended to wipe the sweat, wiped the spit on his face, and then smiled and closed the party certificate opened in Fang Bingsheng's hand with one hand, knocked on a string of numbers under the cover and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, it's the 011 number, only one less than the boss Weng of your company. It's so glorious."

"Who is it from 001 to 009?" Fang Bingsheng asked. He had guessed that there were super crocodiles in front of him.

"Because the Democratic Party was officially registered on Friday two days ago," Yi Cheng smiled and said, "008 is Boss Zhong, 009 is the director of the Dasong Shipbuilding Bureau, and 010 is the boss of your railway company. Now he is contacting Qin Liansheng, Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs and Director of the East Asia Department, hoping that he can join the party and do 007 at that time."

"Boss Zhong is only 008? What about the first few? It's empty?" Fang Bingsheng asked.

Yi Cheng shrugged, a little helpless, and explained: "Boss Zhong actually hoped that the first seven people were royal families and nobles. He insisted on asking the emperor to be 001. I advised him, saying that foreigners did not do this, but he refused to listen, and insisted that we are not foreigners. As a result, he brought a pure gold board with a 001 party certificate to meet His Majesty and asked His Majesty to join the party. As a result... As a result... As a result... As a result..., I won't talk about it. Only the sub-party certificate was accepted by the emperor and said it was to be a memorial, but I heard that it was melted into the statue of the Virgin Mary and sent to the Queen. Anyway, Boss Zhong was very in line with the teachings of the Bible and very humble. He must leave the first seven to one of the princes, court ministers or nobles."

Speaking of this, Yi Cheng turned his head and smiled and said, "Brother Fang, you are lucky. The emperor ordered your name and we value you too, so we need to issue you a party certificate immediately. Boss Zhong will make the decision to give you a 011 number. After your party certificate number, you will definitely be a veteran of the Democratic Party."

"There is nothing to do with the veterans! What is this thing for? You have all openly formed a party. Are you not afraid of offending the emperor that day to settle the score for you and killing you? The Qing Dynasty can only confiscate the family and destroy the clan. Don't interfere with foreigners to mess with people and can circumvent the party! The Democratic Party must not turn into cults and rebel societies, and just drag me down!" Fang Bingsheng stared at the party certificate in his hand in a daze, but was cursing in his stomach. He adhered to the "virtue" that does not matter to Chinese personnel, and did not want to join any inexplicable clubs. Two years ago, he was fooled by several newspaper literati and almost joined the "Gikong religion" (the Church of Confucius under Christ, etc.). As a result, the backbone of the church was scolded by the emperor for "Is the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories of the Stories

But now the Democratic Party cannot do it anymore, and the "resonance" bosses have been fooled.

He sighed heavily in his heart. Fang Bingsheng looked at his party certificate again and suddenly asked in surprise: "Mr. Yi Cheng, where did you get this photo of me?"

Yi Cheng raised his head and glanced at the photo of Fang Bingsheng's avatar cut into squares, and said carelessly: "Oh? Photos? Haven't you taken a photo with Boss Zhong? We're very urgent, we're doing something special for you. We didn't have time to ask for photos and stamp them. Do you understand? So Boss Zhong cut down your avatar in the photo and pasted it."

Fang Bingsheng said oh, turning his head to an angle that Yi Cheng could not see. His fists immediately clenched, and he instantly gritted his teeth, cursing in his stomach: "Good your mother Zhong Jialiang! ** is bullying people, right? I'm sorry! Don't say that you cut my photo with you and you just look down on me! And don't you know that the head of the person in the cropped photos is cursing others for a short life? You beast! Jesus, don't lose my life, let's break the life of Zhong Jialiang, this dog!"

After scolding for a while, Fang Bingsheng turned around and had a smile on his face. There was nothing he could do if he didn't smile. Zhong Jialiang cut your photos, are you not convinced? Or do you want to be killed by the black boss because of offending the friend he had made?

But he smiled very stiffly because he didn't know what to do to save the bad luck of his photo being cut off. He couldn't think of anything to say to Yi Cheng for a while, so he looked at the party certificate in his hand to cover it up.

"Hey, Mr. Yi Cheng, what pattern is printed on this cover?" Fang Bingsheng asked by putting the party certificate in his hand together and handing it to Yi Cheng.

It turns out that there is a line of gold-plated characters printed on the top of this party certificate: "The Democratic Party of the Song Dynasty" - Fang Bingsheng must understand;

The bottom of the party certificate is printed with "Party Member No. 011" - Fang Bingsheng also knows that this means that he is a backbone or veteran or that he will be unlucky with the Democratic Party one day;

The left side of the party certificate is printed with a vertical “for the people”; the right side is printed with a vertical “maintaining the right side”; - This is the Democratic Party’s purpose;

The problem is that the pattern in the middle makes Fang Bingsheng strange: a toad sits on the lotus leaf!!!

Is this thing related to the Democratic Party?

Yi Cheng glanced at it and said, "Oh, lotus leaves and frogs, that's our party emblem."

"Party emblem??????? A toad???" Fang Bingsheng's eyes popped out again.

Yi Cheng didn't understand Fang Bingsheng's surprise, so he explained to other places: "This is the Great Song Dynasty who learns the culture of foreign brothers. All organizations have badges, such as royal family, army, police, and even schools. This thing is very good. It can be made into a bronze medal and pinned on the chest or hat. It looks spiritual and clear at a glance. You have seen police badges and military badges, right? Our royal badges will be improved immediately and re-released: it is a shield, an eagle spreading wings in the middle, and the background is divided into three equal parts at 120° angle: the triangle on the eagle's head is painted white, and a small cross in the center represents the sky and our belief in God; the two pieces under the eagle's wings and claws are painted yellow.

The color and water blue are the mountains and wave patterns of traditional ink paintings in the center, representing land and oceans; the eagle claws on the left grasp the torch, representing the light of God shines on the fertile soil; the eagle claws on the right grasp the arrows on the right representing the force of the ocean; the connection is with God's blessing, God gives the royal family the sky, land and oceans to the Song Dynasty. At the same time, our royal family uses Christianity to teach the people, the light of the Far East; the other has powerful force strategies and defending itself, and is the arrow of the Far East; God, the flying eagle and the land! The sky, land and ocean! The blessing of God, light and arrows! How many trinity are there??! Look at how good the meaning of this badge is. Therefore, our party emblem must also be made into such a rich meaning and lofty artistic conception."

Fang Bingsheng blinked and thought to himself that Yi Cheng didn't understand what he meant. It was not that he didn't understand what the party emblem was, but that he didn't know why he chose a frog. He asked, "Why choose a frog? This is not powerful enough, right? What kind of beast is there? It seems that boss Zhong Jialiang and our boss Weng Jianguang are both big names who work hard to govern the Song Dynasty. Is it a frog used to represent it?"

"We have made more than a dozen styles," Yi Cheng sighed empathically and said, "The beasts are definitely not good. Those are all reserved by the army. The army now feels that the number of beasts is too small, so that the badges between their military corps overlap, and even weasels are used in the miscellaneous troops."

"You can find Qilin, dragon, vermilion bird, Pixiu, there are so many divine beasts in tradition." Fang Bingsheng asked in surprise.

"Oh, we are all elites in Western learning, we are Christians, right? We can't be superstitious, right? Dragons, Pixiu and so on, let's forget it." Yi Cheng continued to sigh and said, "In the end, the three of them were given to the emperor for the deer, the deer and the frog."

"The white crane is good, the crane sings in Jiugao, and the romance is heard in the wild. Noble! The deer is good! Cao Cao's "Short Song" says: "Yoyou deer sings, eats apples in the wild. I have guests, and I play the throne." It is in line with Mr. Zhong Jialiang's wish to embrace talents from all over the world!" Fang Bingsheng spread his hands and shouted, feeling that he could not make a toad to represent his party anyway.

Yi Cheng waved his hand and said, "So I said the emperor is too smart. He rejected both the crane and the deer. He said, this crane is a 'a flew around the prime minister's house'. This is a representative official. Even a hermit, he is a pretentious criminal who wants to be an official. The official uniform of the Qing Dynasty was crane, which is too far from the people. As for the deer, although it looks pretty good, it is always used to describe the people, such as Qin Shiqi deer, and using deer as a party emblem, which looks too weak, as if he was bullied everywhere. The only use is to drink blood, cut flesh and saw the deer antler; 'I definitely don't drink your blood, otherwise why would you let you form a party? Are I full?' This is the original words of Your Majesty, so the party emblem was finally ruled as "Frog and Lotus Leaves."

"The frog lotus leaves are actually very good," Yi Cheng nodded and smiled.

"That's! That's! That's great! That's great! Oh, what's the best way?" Fang Bingsheng asked.

Yi Cheng gestured to the cover of the party certificate and said:

"First: Look at the frogs squatting on the lotus leaves, and they are connected to the "clear (frog) and honest (lotus leaf) and clean", which means that our Democratic Party is not only making decisions for the people, but also being honest and honest!

Second: Frogs jump and climb up. In tradition, they represent "step-by-step" in line with our future in becoming civil officials; not to mention lotus leaves, they are not stained with sludge, which means that we are clean, pure and noble in character;

Third: The frog is a croaking, which just represents our parliamentarians and parties asking for the people and responding to the emperor's sufferings!

From this point of view, isn’t the party emblem of the Frog Lotus Leaf a symbol of our Democratic Party?”

Fang Bingsheng nodded repeatedly after saying something, and couldn't help but sigh that there were too many capable people around Zhong Jialiang, and everything could be vivid. As long as he wanted to do it, a toad could explain so many things.

He looked at the pattern on the cover with an admiration again. Fang Bingsheng suddenly frowned and sniffed, and asked, "Mr. Yi Cheng, why is the frog on the party emblem facing us but with his upper body facing us? Only three legs can be seen! Wouldn't it be better to draw a toad that is lying on the lotus leaf and is ready to jump?"

Yi Cheng's face was startled, and after thinking about it, he suddenly burst out laughing, clapped his hands and shouted: "Brother Fang, you are really talented. You can see the toad's three legs at a glance. This is the point."

"What's going on?" The monk Fang Bingsheng was confused and full of confusion.

Yi Cheng came over, put his mouth on Fang Bingsheng's ear, and whispered: "Brother Fang, this is a secret. As a veteran comrade No. 011, you must keep it confidential! The party certificate looks like a toad, but in fact it is not."

"Not a toad? Then what is it?" Fang Bingsheng shouted.

Yi Cheng smiled and said, "Looking at this party emblem, you can only see the toad's three legs, but the fact is that it only has three legs. This is not a toad, but a three-legged toad for wealth! Folk legends can make you gain thousands of gold every day!!!"
Chapter completed!