นักการเมือง The Politician
|Gurd put the glass down, brought his stool closer to the table and
shook his head two or three times. "Election for sure. I heard the guys up at the
provincial office spreading it around that it was time to get some service points again by
going out and having the people knuckle to."
The wind blew a cloud of red dust from the road into the shophouse. Falling pine needles fell onto the tin roof.
"I have an idea," Koi spoke up again. "If they need representatives, why dont you run, Teacher?"
"Ha! Youve got something there," Gurd backed him up."
Koi, gathering enthusiasm, half stood up from his stool and continued in a loud voice, "Because um because the Teacher is a great man. He has money and no children to worry him. Wealth is corrupting, so why hang on to it? Thats exactly right, isnt it Kwahn?" The person questioned agreed with a slow nod of his head.
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