After drinking for a while, Weng Quanguang smiled at the other party and asked, "I heard that your Democratic Party has any other party certificate? After saying that it was taken out, Zhang Qijie was shocked, and even said that it was very advanced in Western learning. Can I take a look at this?"

Fang Bingsheng smiled casually and said, "Okay." He reached into his suit pocket and wanted to get the party certificate.

However, the moment the three fingers pinched the hard cover, the man changed his mind and the three fingers stretched out empty again.

Why do you give me this irrelevant guy my party certificate? Do I really think you and I are good brothers? Let’s have fun!

Fang Bingsheng said with a sorry look: "Oh, Master Eighth, I'm sorry, I didn't bring it out today."

Weng Quanguang, who was already full of anticipation, could not hide the disappointment on his face. He shook his head and said with a smile:

"I heard that your Democratic Party is so powerful that I said, I have many shortcomings, such as sometimes I fight hard for my friends and have a bad temper. Besides, I am too upright and loyal, and I often spend all the money I earn.

This is obvious to everyone. Even the Longchuan Business Daily often reports me. Today, I am very embarrassed. Even the Emperor newspaper has published my photos. Long live the emperor! Long live the Song Dynasty!

But Longchuan is too small, and there are very few people like me who walk ahead of Western school and cannot find like-minded friends.

I heard that my good friend Li Meng and others have joined the party. I am really happy for them. Let’s form a party for the people together! Let’s collude and make decisions together!

And to be honest, from the perspective of loyalty, morality, piety level of foreign religion, from the point of personal love among the people, and from the size of my own pocket, I am a little less than Brother Li Meng!”

Weng Quanguang said this, pinched the button with his thumb and index finger, shook it at Fang Bingsheng and desperately, and then asked with a smile on his face: "Mr. Fang, can I join the Democratic Party too?"

Fang Bingsheng and Shan Ji looked at each other and laughed.

Shan Ji raised a finger at Weng Quanguang, and looked at the expression of a child trying to lift a huge object of ten thousand tons, and said with a smile:

"Tiger Eight Master, this is really hard to deal with. The Democratic Party is not easy to join. This is the richest man Zhong Jialiang's own gang! He wanted to capture all the elites of the entire dynasty. This time, the four comrades in Longchuan were lucky to catch up with the election and the establishment of the Democratic Party. Otherwise, how could a rich man from a small county town enter the eyes of the big gang in the capital? Moreover, Zhong Jialiang wanted to copy the Tiandihui and the foreign gun team, saying that he would line up one layer in the party, recommend and review, and hold the joint and several liability of the younger brother and the recommender, and be 'like the arm to use fingers'. Isn't this word the imperial court explaining Western military tactics in newspapers every day? Such a strict organization has gone into the crowd, but who can let you join the party? Do you know Zhong Jialiang?"

Fang Bingsheng thought for a while, but turned his head to refute Shan Ji: "Why are you so sure? Now that our party has just been established, what is lacking is the backbone of capable gangs. Whose gang doesn't need a few thugs when he just pulled the flag? Not to mention whether he knows martial arts or not, just dare to give up his life! For example, when our God Emperor entered Guangdong in the south, the God Emperor's talent was obvious to all, but was there a foreign gun team at that time? Is there a steamship? Isn't it just a Song Dynasty country that was stabbed by a rough peasant with a dart? Has the God Emperor treated these "old Jintian spirits" badly? No! Who has not become a success?! So, with enthusiasm, faith, and ability, you can be considered a well-off party? Besides, if you are referring to the person who is a party, isn't it reliable to introduce the person to the party? I think, if our elder Weng Jianguang recommends someone, Boss Zhong will definitely have nothing to say and let him join the party immediately!"

Shan Ji was suddenly robbed by Fang Bingsheng of white hair. He stood on his finger for a while, quickly put it back, sat down, raised his thumbs to Fang Bingsheng with a smile on his face, and smiled at the Eighth Master of Tiger Eyes and others, "Oh, I'm just a rough man. It's okay to fight and chop people. When it comes to Western learning, except for our boss, who can compare with Sheng Ge in the whole company? Sheng Ge is right! Our Democratic Party must have ambitions young people!"

This is naturally Fang Bingsheng's deceitfulness. He deliberately sang against Shan Ji, one with a white face and the other with a red face; one said it was impossible, and the other said it was possible; this was not the two of them agreed in advance, but Fang Bingsheng saw that Weng Quanguang had some hope of joining the Democratic Party and was looking for him to do something, so he naturally could not refuse it at once, and he would have to arouse the other party's addiction.

This is how Fang Bingsheng: When he asks you for work, his words make you feel that everything is possible in your wishes, but there is only one condition - follow the other Fang Bingsheng's wishes.

Of course, after things are done, whether he has changed his face depends on whether you are useful to him or whether you are lucky.

Sure enough, when Shan Ji said that joining the Democratic Party was harder than going to the sea of ​​fire, Weng Quanguang seemed to be punched, and his disappointment could not be hidden. No matter how crazy he was, he would never want to compete with Zhong Jialiang's pocket. However, Fang Bingsheng's words made his eyes lit up again, and what Fang Bingsheng said made sense: Whose gang doesn't need a few thugs when he just pulled the flag, let alone whether he could do martial arts or not, just dare to give up his life.

Weng Quanguang quickly asked for a wine pot from Shanzhu's hand, stood up, filled the wine for Fang Bingsheng, and smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, then I want to join the Democratic Party, can you help? I am an old-fashioned man. If I want to join the Democratic Party, I will definitely tuck my head on my belt for Mr. Zhong Jialiang's belt. If Mr. Zhong asks me to chop whom I will cut! It must be Longchuan's most loyal godson!"

"Godson?" Fang Bingsheng was surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that Weng Quanguang was so ambitious that he actually wanted to recognize Zhong Jialiang as his godfather. Judging from his age, he was similar to Zhong Jialiang. Of course, even a young man with red lips and white teeth or an old man with weak teeth, he wanted to be Zhong Jialiang's godson, but there were thousands of people in the Song Dynasty. Why is it your turn, an old guy? Could it be crazy?

Weng Quanguang's "godson" was naturally poisoned by the saying of "eunuch party" from Fan Linhui: Just imagine, how can the eunuch party be shown within the eunuch party? Weng Quanguang's historical discovery from the various operas he listened to: Being the godson of Wei Zhongxian and others.

Seeing Fang Bingsheng stunned, knowing that he used the wrong words, but he didn't know how to talk about the godson of the eunuch party in the Western style, Weng Quanguang hurriedly concealed: "Anyway, I will be the most loyal!"

Fang Bingsheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and said, "It is definitely okay to join the party. I recommend all four people in Longchuan!!! But Ba Master, you have to see that the four local party members in Longchuan are all from the Opium Pavilion. For Mr. Zhong Jialiang's hobbies, they gave up their positions in the Opium Pavilion and did various strange small book deals to cover up their identity to obtain the qualification to run for election. This is all loyalty, and the foreign medicine guilds see it. If you want to join the party, how can you be a person outside show your loyalty?"

Before Weng Quanguang could speak, the pheasant over there helped Fang Bingsheng speak, and the fake shouted to Fang Bingsheng: "Brother Sheng, I am loyal! Look, I will follow you to run the election without any credit and a little hard work, so please recommend me after you go back. I am willing to be the third Democratic comrade in the railway company! I am willing to make a decision for the people and be honest and honest!"

Weng Quanguang stood there holding the wine pot: Yes, he is an outsider and can't enter the circle of the powerful and wealthy people. How can he show his loyalty?

Seeing that Weng Quanguang was speechless, Fang Bingsheng also stood up, took the wine pot, and carefully pressed Weng Quanguang in his seat, and smiled and said, "Isn't that, we just finished our friendship? If Longchuantang is beautiful, we will become good friends and become familiar. At that time, I will naturally be a knife for you. Don't look at me wearing glasses and being gentle. In fact, I am also a gang member under my clothes. For a friend to write a recommendation letter, I knelt on the snow at the gate and begged Zhong Jialiang to join the party, what is it? "

Weng Quanguang nodded repeatedly and said, "Don't worry, I'm still sure to deal with the bastards of Wang Yu's family."

But Weng Quanguang was too old and was so fooled for three seconds that he immediately woke up from his dizziness. He looked at Fang Bingsheng with a smug expression and asked, "Mr. Fang, you just said that the election was useless at all, and he also said it was just Mr. Zhong Jialiang's special habits - then, Mr. Zhong Jialiang is too rich and wants to set up such a great Democratic Party to form a party to the election. Why do you and the Fourth Master of Huya join the Democratic Party? Why are you squatting in our small county for elections? Just for the hobby of Boss Zhong? The railway company is not Mr. Zhong Jialiang."

Fang Bingsheng was stunned when he heard this, then laughed and explained: "Master Eighth Master, you don't know that Mr. Zhong Jialiang wants to borrow 5 million silver dollars to our railway company to build a railway! Five million! For this money, for the interests of the company, for the early opening of the artery of Jingchang in the Song Dynasty, for His Majesty, for the people, for the benefit of Western learning, the Song Dynasty, let alone the election, it doesn't matter if I wear women's clothes and dance Western thigh dance!"

Fang Bingsheng's tongue flipped, and increased Zhong Jialiang's offer price by ten times, from 500,000 to 5 million, just to scare Weng Quanguang and other local gangsters, and to explain that the election was indeed trash: I just accompany Zhong Jialiang for the sake of money.

Sure enough, Weng Quanguang and Shanzhu both spit out their tongues: Five million! Just listening to this will scare people!

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After a happy and peaceful banquet, the two sides agreed to sign a "Project Cooperation Letter of Intent" at the railway station at 9:00 tomorrow morning, and everyone returned with satisfaction.

But standing on the starry street, when both sides were "reluctant to leave and repeatedly bid farewell", Fang Bingsheng bit the pheasant's ear, and the pheasant immediately walked to the side of the pig who was opening the carriage door for the boss.

He handed him a cigar, and the pig quickly thanked him, but the pheasant attached himself to the old brother and asked, "Pig, I heard that Li Guangxi has a home in Huizhou City. Do you know the specific address?"

"What, what do you want to do?" The pig pulled out the cigar he had just bitten and asked in surprise.

I saw the old brother Shan Ji put his hands into his suit pockets and said with a domineering look on his face: "Huizhou is our territory, and the Huizhou affairs will help us. Can you get the address of Li Guangxi? Can you send it tonight? I won't treat you badly."

"Okay, okay, I'll ask someone to ask when I go back." The pig's head was lit like a chicken pecking at rice.

"I will deliver it to me immediately after I find out. No matter what time it is, it will also deliver it to me at 5 a.m. I will wait for you. We do things regardless of day or night. Time is money." Shan Ji smiled and patted Shan Zhu's back to show his closeness.

Then the pheasant pulled out a match to light the boar, then took the door handle, took the boar onto the car, and closed the door heavily.

The carriage drove away, Weng Quanguang and Shanzhu stretched out the glass window together, and greeted Fang Bingsheng and Shanji who were waving goodbye to them from afar behind.

"Boss, they are so powerful that they actually want to be there..." Shanzhu was about to report what Shanji had just told him.

Weng Quanguang had already pinched his nose and shouted: "Hurry up and wipe out the chicken/ba-sized foreign smoke! It's choking me to death!"

Shanzhu was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned off the cigar in his hand on the carriage floor. Then he reported that Shanji asked him for the address of Li Guangxi just now, and then said: "Boss, they still want to attack Li Guangxi in Huizhou! I'm sorry! Huichuan Party can stretch this hand so long!"

Weng Quanguang took a deep breath, and in the bumpy carriage, he could see that his eyes were still glowing. He slowly said: "Huichuantang, or the Democratic Party, clearly wants to subdue all the guys who are enemies. He is very determined. Otherwise, what do they mean to be arrogant to us at first and then respectful to us? A group of scumbags!"

The pig nodded, then clenched its fists with joy. Although the carriage was very dark and there was no face to see, the pig still made the joy on its face extremely. If there was light, the hard face like a chrysanthemum blooming and the scar would probably scare all the good people sitting opposite him to death. He shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Boss! You are so wise and powerful tonight! If I give me 250 silver dollars and chop off Zhang Qijie, I would hesitate for Li Guangxi, but it would be enough to chop off the Wangyu family! And you, unmoved, even quietly won the railway project, which would be an income that could not be paid for even thousands of silver dollars! Boss, you are so awesome! so awesome!"

But there was no sound in the dark opposite for a long time.

"Boss? Boss? Are you asleep? I'm addicted to opium? I'll find you a cigarette gun!" Shanzhu was stunned for a while, lowered his head and touched the cigarette gun in the small box under his butt.

At this moment, the mountain pig heard a faint sigh from the darkness above his head. It was not like the tired sigh of the winner who had just made a lot of money for him. It was like a sigh that only when the gambler lost all his money was lost.
Chapter completed!