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Chapter 5 The Great Election: The Emperor¡¯s Armored Face 297 Bing Zhu Ye Tan¡¯s Good Friends

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    Fang Bingsheng spoke harshly and scolded him. The obvious smell of horses in the room stopped for a moment, and the other party was probably surprised.

    Then Fang Bingsheng, who was studying at his desk, heard a soft sound from the counter in front of his head, and a timid voice of a middle-aged man rang out: "Sir, I'm pumping oil."

    Fang Bingsheng squinted his eyes slightly and saw a black carriage lamp diagonally in front of his book. This was a special carriage lamp hanging on the flying hook on the right side of the carriage driver's seat, used for lighting at night.

    In the past, Fang Bingsheng would stand up respectfully, say hello respectfully, and respectfully recommend the most expensive imported kerosene to the buyer. If the buyer came to buy oil with an oil lamp, Fang Bingsheng would still use it.  The towel hanging around his neck now wipes lampshades for customers. This is why Fang Bingsheng has won a good reputation in Shiligou.

    However, since he knew that the boss was also finished, Fang Bingsheng has been in despair, with a bleak future, at a loss, and the real impatience in his heart is now showing unscrupulously.

    With a hum, Fang Bingsheng stood up with a dark face, without even looking at the customer. He picked up the lantern and turned around, leaving it on the oiling table in front of the bench. He removed the lampshade, picked up an oil can and filled it with oil.

    "Oh, Mr. Fang, why do you use this kind of oil for such a good lamp!" the landlady screamed heartbreakingly.

    The couple had just been arguing about Fang Bingsheng¡¯s tired work. They stopped talking when they heard a customer coming outside. They wanted to drink some oil, but they didn¡¯t hear Fang Bingsheng selling good oil to them. It sounded like they started drinking it without asking anything.

    The boss¡¯s wife, who started to feel disgusted with Fang Bingsheng from the bottom of her heart, was naturally worried and opened the curtain to take a look.  Just screamed.

    Running over and snatching the dark oil can from Fang Bingsheng's hand, the landlady stretched her neck and looked outside, and asked the oil buyer: "Guest, have you never seen me before? Did you drive the carriage at the door?"  Oops, there are many kinds of oil now, and the cheap ones may not be easy to use. You, who often run at night, need to use good water, fire and kerosene! The inferior oil fumes the lampshade, and after walking for two miles, lighting the lamp will no longer be the same as not lighting it.  . Too dangerous! Good oil. Small smoke and great lighting. Let me introduce to you the good oil in our store"

    "It's up to you, just fill up this lamp pot for me." The customer said casually, and then put his elbow on the counter.  Go and stare at Fang Bingsheng.

    It¡¯s not just him.  The landlady also glared at Fang Bingsheng fiercely.  He put the old black oil can into the shelf angrily, stepped up and took down a shiny new oil can from the shelf. What Fang Bingsheng gave him was low-quality kerosene.  The product that sells the most; and the proprietress uses the most expensive refined kerosene imported from the United States in the store. Even though the lantern oil pot is small, because the latter is too expensive, it can earn an extra ten cents in one go.

    Because the boss lady was here, Fang Bingsheng was a little embarrassed. He threw the teaching materials on the counter into the drawer in a hurry, took out the account book and abacus, and was about to do some superficial homework. Because he was too nervous, he bumped his elbow while drawing the abacus.  There was a loud bang on the iron pot on the shelf. Fang Bingsheng endured the pain and opened the account book to write down the very small business just now for the proprietress.

    "Sir, what were you looking at just now? You looked very serious." The guest asked Fang Bingsheng with a smile.

    Fang Bingsheng took a good look at this guest for the first time: he was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a chubby round face, a very tanned face, a crew cut, and a lot of white hair;  Khan's hands were covered with yellow calluses worn out by the reins, like a copper clip on a tiger's mask; outside was a black silk undershirt, open, revealing a white vest underneath, looking like a standard coachman.

    "Oh, I'm looking at the account book." Unexpectedly, this person was very curious, Fang Bingsheng said with a smile.

    "Tch! Mr. Fang is a well-known scholar in our area. His knowledge and ability are great! He is planning to take the imperial examination. At this time next year, we will all have to call him Mr. Fang." The landlady was so angry that she couldn't help but speak.  He spoke sarcastically, but he was angry and moved quickly. He filled the oil pot with quick hands and feet, wiped the glass lampshade carefully, put it back on the lamp holder, and asked the guest with a smile: "Do you want to buy another oil pot, it is easy to fill with oil?"  , the price is also cheap"

    The coachman took back the oil lamp and threw a two-cent coin on the counter. He glanced at Fang Bingsheng and left in a hurry.

    "Mr. Fang, it's not easy for everyone. I'm a small shop here, you" The landlady couldn't hide her words in her heart. As soon as the customer left, she wanted to open the skylight to Fang Bingsheng and speak openly.

    "Oh, it's my fault. I recently heard that the former general manager's house was searched and investigated. The relationship between our two families used to be very good, and I feel a little sad." Fang Bingsheng hurriedly bowed his head and apologized, with a very good attitude.

    A person who knows the scholarship and apologize to you. The boss will only scold the street. He really will not really treat Fu Fang Bingsheng.When the election was held, our Li family became friends with Mr. Fang!  The Shaoguan election was earlier than the Longchuan official donation!  At that time, our family had a night-long talk with Fang Bingsheng and heard him talk about many names and routines for donating officials in elections. Hearing your words is really worth ten years of reading!  "

    Then he ran over, grabbed the stunned Fang Bingsheng and shouted loudly: "Isn't that right, Mr. Fang? Our Shaoguan Li family is very grateful to you. Not only did you explain clearly to us what election donation is, our old man Li Taolian  At that time, you preached the gospel to him and taught the old man the Bible. The mayor was also here to listen. I don¡¯t know how much to thank you for this. Only you, a railway genius who connects China and the West, can move my old man to faith.  Jesus Christ. I, the eldest son of the Li family, Li Jinren, general manager of Shaoxing Group Textile Factory, would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of my whole family!"

    "It's youyou!" Fang Bingsheng finally remembered who this guy was. When they met for the first time, he only remembered that after hearing what the old fat man in front of him said, he smiled evilly and responded like: "  Hit me!"

    Seeing that Fang Bingsheng finally understood who he was, the old man seemed relieved. He turned around and wanted to say something to his friend, but his face changed, and he stumbled down on the counter with his eyes closed in pain. Fang Bingsheng was so frightened that he quickly reached out.  help.

    "Can you bring me a stool?" Li Jinren held the counter with both hands and said to Fang Bingsheng. Then with two clangs, he kicked his leather shoes far away, turned around and shouted to the coachman: "Aqin,  Hurry up to the car and take out my cloth shoes. These stinky foreign shoes must have worn out my feet." (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!

    PS: Li Jinren changed his name to Li Jinren because he suddenly thought that he has the same name as a friend of mine.
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