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Chapter 5 The Great Election: The Emperor¡¯s Armored Face Part 2 Introduction 120 Minutes of Imperial Violence (End)

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    Two days later, Fu Renyong and his followers appeared in Shiligou Town, Haijing.

    They came from the city in a four-wheeled open carriage. The attendant who came to Haijing for the first time on a regular business trip was very excited, because this kind of place was different from the marble-like luxury, indifferent and solemn style of Haijing. It was a fusion of  The planning of Western cities is neat and tidy, and it also has the fragrance of birds and flowers in the countryside. The entire area is scientifically planned, the transportation is convenient, the streets are smooth and clean, the residences are a combination of Chinese and Western styles, and there are many middle- and low-class residents with developed businesses.

    When we came in together, the attendant even pushed up the sunshade cloak, but it would not peel off in the sun. This suburban town even has the latest urban construction technology product boulevards, and there are green trees along the way to block the scorching sunshine on the road.

    "This town is really nice, beautiful and exquisite. No wonder we have a foothold set up here." The follower said excitedly to the boss in the carriage.

    "Haha, our foothold is set here not because of its beauty, but because of my mother's history." Fu Renyong took out the cigarette from his mouth, blew out a smoke ring, and smiled with squinted eyes.

    "Why is that? Information is flowing here? There are a large number of industrial and business elites living in the south? Is the rich and powerful area in the north?" The follower hurriedly recited the intelligence information he had before coming.

    Fu Renyong shook his head, with some bitterness but pride in his eyes: "Ten years ago, when I was your age, I was ordered to be stationed in Haisong to collect intelligence. Our organization had little money at the time; even a group of young people relied on  With a passion for digging ancient tombs everywhere to raise funds, you came here to be deceived by various profiteers, eh. You don't even have experience in robbing tombs and selling stolen goods. The Ming Dynasty was just a group of young people working hard. You have caught up with the good times.  , the funding at that time was as high as it is now;

    I don't know which bastard in the Jinyiwei6 Department believed that this was the "rapidly rising industrial zone - the new Pearl of the Far East" boasted by the Haisong newspaper, and set up an intelligence point here. When I got off the ship, I was stupid.  Slums!  Later, I thought about it, was it because the funds were being embezzled, so I set up a site here?  Land in slums is cheap.  "

    "This was a slum ten years ago?" The attendant stared outside the car again with his eyes widened to make sure that what he just saw was not the posters Hai Song had set up on the roadside, but what caught his eye were the clean, beautiful and prosperous ones.  Shops, houses and people passing by.  It doesn't look like a phantom.

    Fu Renyong pointed to the prosperous scene along the street and said: "Ten years ago, there were all ground dragons under our feet. There were shacks covered with reed mats and densely packed with ground dragons. There were so many that you could smell the shanty houses from ten miles away.  The stench of the area. Not to mention the stone banks and stone bridges on the river, it is just a stinky ditch! It is full of broken boats. A family or even three generations in the same boat. The river is full of garbage and dog and cat corpses. There are often people  Corpses. Not to mention the boulevards, there aren¡¯t even decent roads. After a rainy day, you¡¯ll either have mud or shit on your feet.¡±

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? He pointed to a strikingly beautiful three-story white building in the distance with a smile, and said, "That's the Songrui Bank two streets away. Isn't it spectacular? But ten years ago it was called Shuihuo Street, let alone the stone building.  It¡¯s a crumbling wooden building with coffin shops everywhere! Many people die every day in Shiligou! I suffered from vomiting and diarrhea for half a month on the third day after disembarking. Later, I insisted on buying mountain spring water to drink. There is no clean water source here.  !Must buy water!¡±

    "Then we must learn how to develop such a sanitary town!" The follower clenched his fists.

    "I'm already learning." Fu Renyong threw the cigarette butt in the car and pointed to the other side of the road with a wicked smile: "Look!"

    The attendant straightened his body and looked out from the car: he saw a group of people in white uniforms rushing into the gathering place of hawkers like tigers and wolves. The hawkers screamed and fled in a hurry, while the men in white were punching and kicking, with batons and ropes on them, and the arrests were made.  All those who could not escape were tied up.

    "This is the Tianjing health inspector you disdained before coming here." Fu Renyong laughed.

    The attendant shrank back into the car, looking stunned, and exclaimed: "Learned it from Hai Song?"

    "This force in Haisong is called the sanitation police," Fu Renyong explained: "It is just as violent here, even more violent, because Tianjing is currently on a trial basis and has been operating here for many years. It has the power to enforce the law, and there is no need to mention beatings and fines.  If a hawker is caught, he will be imprisoned for seven days; I have a deep impression: when we were in Tianjing, you said that they were violent and it was not the way of Christian brotherhood, but this was a cultural war."

    "Culture war? Is it so serious? Aren't the vendors pitiful? Who would set up a stall to support their family if they were a sea traveler with an education?" The follower was a little angry. Although the young man has the quality to become a professional intelligence officer, his sense of justice is relatively simple.

    "Do you think the hawkers will do whatever you say? Without them, the roads would be full of poor hawkers. You wouldn't even think about driving in a windy and clean road! This is order and hygiene - defending life. No violence, no violence  Hygiene. If it is not hygienic, it will not be a big city. If it is too dirty and messy, not onlyThe epidemic was rampant, and it was impossible to form the oppressive self-confidence of the Hai Song Dynasty.  You have seen the level of cleanliness in Haijing. This is urban construction technology, but this technology initially relied on violence and bloodshed. Only after the old culture is eliminated can a new culture be formed.  "Fu Renyong said with a smile: "Just like the Shanghai County looks down on Beijing, the French Concession looks down on Shanghai County, and the British Concession looks down on the French Concession. If you have lived in Haijing for a long time, it will be more uncomfortable to go to Tianjing. Without him, every city is clean and tidy.  The degree is different, Haijing's strictness is at the temple level.  Analyzing the essence from the phenomenon is what you have to learn this year. I will let you look at newspapers and publications on the market to find information. It is like a garbage dump, but there are real gold mines in it. This is an introductory skill.  "

    "Is it that serious? Anyway, I feel uncomfortable seeing poor people being bullied. This is not the Lord's teaching." Follower Xiao Li could not refute, and he did not dare to question the analytical ability of the old intelligence officer, but he instinctively felt dissatisfied.

    "The Lord said that it is just to help the poor. However, the poor and justice are two different concepts." Fu Renyong smiled disapprovingly, stamped the car board with his cloth shoes, and said: "Boy! The level of violence of the sanitation police is  It's light, it's allowed by law! This Shili Gou can become what it is now. Do you think you can do it as long as you have money? There are people with interests and culture. The slums are a cornucopia. How could this cornucopia be willing to become what it is now?  This advanced, prosperous and hygienic appearance was made possible for today, but ten years ago there was a river of blood here!¡±

    "You can't do it if you have money? Doesn't Hai Song just rely on money?"

    "It's too naive: money is just a currency in the world, and blood is a spiritual substance."

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    The little follower was hooked by the old spy and was asking questions, but the horse's hooves made a clear clicking sound. Unknowingly, they had arrived at their destination, and the topic stopped here.

    The end of their trip was a place full of printed matter, a store mixed with other shops on the street. It was on the second floor. The plaque on the lintel read "Ten Miles Bookstore". There was also a large framed advertisement on the second floor facing the middle of the street.  : "Subscription of various newspapers and periodicals", "Appreciation of Antiques, Calligraphy and Paintings"; in addition, there is also a large Haisong national flag on the door, which is displayed in most shops.  Street banners read: "God bless our great motherland!"  The Kingdom of God must win", "Annan must be independent!  The economy must be independent!  ¡±, ¡°Friendly countries establish freedom of storage!  Protest against unreasonable hegemony!  ¡·

    The follower Xiao Li followed the familiar boss into this bookstore. The shade in the store made him feel very comfortable. Then he realized that he had only come to see the "Western View" and forgot that the weather was enough to suffocate the Japanese girl in the coal bunker; etc.  His eyes adjusted to the light in the building, and he turned his head to observe the store:

    There are two rows of counters and shelves in the store. The east part is filled with small antiques, calligraphy and paintings, pens and other expensive goods, and the west part is full of newspapers and books. The shelves behind the counter are densely packed with books, and the shelves also have the words "  "Theological Classics", "Western Classics", "Moral Education Textbooks", "Comic Books", "New Literature" and other classified products, while various newspapers and magazines are placed on the counter.

    At first glance, it looks like an ordinary bookstore trying to make more money. It is unskilled to operate ancient books and modern books together, let alone mixed in half-true and half-fake antiques, but this can also make people of all colors come in and out of this store.  The people are inconspicuous. Students or wealthy businessmen, young people or old people, gangsters or scholars come and go with sufficient reasons to hide their true intentions.

    "This shop is quite inconspicuous. No wonder the Japanese Ginka Kishida on the ship also wants to open an ancient book shop." Xiao Li quickly caught up with Fu Renyong, who was striding forward, and said with a smile. Although he didn't say it completely, the other party understood what he meant.  mean.

    ¡°If it were really a cultural worker who told the boss that the store was inconspicuous, he would probably be fired the next day, but for intelligence officers, being inconspicuous is what they pursue.

    "Leshantang? Well, he looks like an intelligence agent. If he hadn't been so face-saving and lied to us that the woman was from Annan. But, the Japanese are all so stupid! Maybe there will be a chance to play with each other in the future.  Let¡¯s play. Anyway, we have some sympathy with Japan.¡± Fu Renyong commented as he walked away.

    In the office behind the bookstore, he had not been in Haijing for a month. Fu Renyong wanted to come to the recent Haisong newspaper to read the important news. Xiao Li brought him a cup of tea. Before he put it down, he heard Fu Renyong slap him in the face.  On the desk.

    He stared at the newspaper in his hand and shouted: "I finally remembered who you are! Paris Poetry Society! You are the 'young master'!"

    The attendant was curious and walked over to take a look, only to see that the newspaper in Fu Renyong¡¯s hand was written about completely unrelated matters.

    The headline topic reads:

    "Whose family does Minister Iron River fall into?"

    The introductory question is:

    "Most of them are newly built!  The two parties and three parties in the imperial court are fighting to the death!  ¡·

    The subtitle is:

    "Liberal Party Senator Fang Bingsheng submitted a royal proposal for the East Asia Connectivity Plan".  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!"Liberal Party Senator Fang Bingsheng submitted the Royal Bill on the East Asia Connectivity Plan".  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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