Shadow of great britain

"This is an era of coexistence of reform and conservatism. The Whigs and Tories represent their own interests. Only I represent the great people of Great Britain. Remember my name, Benjamin Disraeli, candidate for MP for No. 8 Westminster constituency, voting for me is equivalent to voting for yourself!"

When Disraeli said this, he looked up at the horizon that was dyed golden by the sunset, and couldn't help but twist his waist, which was slightly sore from standing all afternoon.

When the few audience members gathered in the audience saw this, they walked up to him one by one and said, "Mr. Disraeli, can you please settle today's wages? You agreed with us before, 6 per hour." Pence, the five of us stayed for three hours, the total was 7 shillings and 6 pence.”

Disraeli curled his lips helplessly: "What's the rush? I don't owe you any salary..."

While muttering, he took out his wallet from his pocket and took out a few coins and handed them over.

After receiving the money, those people smiled broadly and asked, "Sir, will you come back tomorrow?"

Disraeli took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from the side of his face, and replied with some displeasure: "I'm not coming. I've been giving speeches here for several days. But besides you, who else is willing to listen to me? There are very few people at all. If this continues, I don’t know when or what month I will be able to get enough votes to be elected as a member.”

As soon as Disraeli finished speaking, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a young man with black hair standing outside the guardrail of the park, looking at him intently.

Behind the young man, there were three people following him closely, carrying large and small bags in their hands, who looked like his servants.

All in all, it was clear from the first glance that this man had the right to vote.

Disraeli's eyes lit up, and he quickly put away his handkerchief and stepped forward, showing a smile to Arthur through the guardrail.

"Sir, are you interested in my speech?"

Arthur looked a little hesitant, but after turning his head and looking at the pile of luggage behind him, he nodded seriously.

"I'm definitely interested, but I really don't have time to listen to you explain your political views in detail. You can tell at a glance that I'm busy moving right now."

"Are you moving? Don't know where your new home is?"

"Not far ahead, Bayswater's Lancaster Gate."

"Lancaster Gate?!"

When Disraeli heard the name of this place, the smile on his face grew a little thicker.

He turned around and looked around until he was sure there were no police officers nearby. The gentleman in a high-end black tuxedo jumped up and deftly stepped on the carved decoration on the railing to flip out.

He patted his dusty palms and said with a smile: "You just arrived in London not long ago, right? You are not familiar with this place. I guess you don't know how to get to Lancaster Gate. I'll do it for you." You lead the way."

As soon as he finished saying this, without waiting for Arthur's consent, he took the suitcase from Arthur's hand on his own initiative, and used all his strength to place the large suitcase on the shoulder of the road that no one was willing to move. The storage box was slung on his shoulders.

Disraeli's face turned red, but he still maintained his demeanor and asked with a smile and a kind tone: "What number do you live in?"

Arthur bowed slightly apologetically: "No. 36 Lancaster Gate, I'm really sorry to thank you."

"I'm sorry, you don't have to be so polite. A congressman who is determined to serve the public should do his best to solve the public's problems. You will get to know me soon. I will give you a good explanation after I finish moving your things. Let me talk about my electoral philosophy..."

As Disraeli carried the box forward, he continued to state his great vision and promises after being elected.

Arthur stood there without moving a step. He lit his pipe and took a puff, then stretched out his hand to Elder: "1 shilling, I won the bet."

Elder took out the money from his pocket with a look of displeasure on his face: "Damn it! There really are such idiots in the world who are willing to carry things for you for no reason even without paying a penny. Looking at him, he looks like he is carrying things for you. After finishing the things, he has to thank you properly!"

Darwin shook his head and said: "Isn't he thinking about Arthur's votes? If you move some things, you will get a favor. This deal is really cheap."

"Vote?" Elder squeezed out a breath through his nose: "Charles, have you forgotten? Arthur is a Scotland Yard policeman, and he has no right to vote. That kid is just a brainless coolie who was deceived by him. .”

When Arthur heard this, he quickly raised a finger and whispered to Elder: "Shh!"

Disraeli's mouth went dry as he spoke, but he didn't hear Arthur's response for a long time. He couldn't help but put down the box on his shoulder, turned around and said in a daze: "What's wrong? Why don't you go forward?"

When Alexandre Dumas heard this, he immediately pretended to be exhausted. He opened his suitcase and squatted on the ground while covering his left leg: "Oh, I can't do it anymore, my foot is sprained."

When Arthur saw this, he couldn't help but glare at the fat man, and then he had to cooperate and covered his mouth in surprise.

"Oh! Alexander! I spent so much money to redeem you, so it's okay if you don't appreciate my kindness. But now you actually tell me that you can't bear it with your shoulders or lift it with your hands? If you continue to do this, I will have to consider it. Send you back to the plantation in Santo Domingo.”

When Alexandre Dumas heard this, he almost couldn't hold back his anger.

But when he calmed down, he quickly understood that rather than taking advantage, it was more practical to be less physically tired. After all, Marble Arch should be at least one mile away from Arthur's new home.

In response to Arthur's ridicule, Alexandre Dumas chose to write down this account first, thirty years east of the river and thirty years west of the river.

He pretended to be in pain and said: "Mr. Hastings, this is an old illness of mine. It's not that I don't want to try my best, it's really something wrong with my legs."

Elder glanced at the fat man, and then said to Darwin next to him: "Charles, haven't you ever been a surgeon? Come on, I'll get him there in a while and put on the saw for him."

After hearing this, Alexandre Dumas finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He was just about to show off his arrogance as a French man, but unexpectedly, Disraeli came over to smooth things over.

"Gentlemen, why is this necessary? Isn't it just a little luggage? I'm in good health. I'm here to help you."

After saying this, Disraeli reached out to pick up the two suitcases that Dumas threw on the ground.

But Arthur had already mentioned the one on the left first, and he smiled apologetically: "Mr. Disraeli, the one on the right will trouble you."

Disraeli laughed twice, but he held the suitcase on his left hand and lifted it gently. However, this move almost made him angry.

His face turned slightly blue: "Sir, what is in your box? Why is it like this?"

Arthur smiled gently: "Ah, just a little personal property, a box of gold."

"Ah?!" Disraeli weighed the weight in his hand and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief: "If you say that, I feel like this box suddenly becomes lighter."

Disraeli gritted his teeth and tensed up. He was holding the 'gold' in one hand and the storage box on his other shoulder.

He didn't even have the extra energy to speak. Mr. Disraeli, who had always been talkative, was speechless all the way. On the noisy Bayswater Road, all he could hear was his huffing and puffing.

Dumas was limping all the way, but when he discovered that Disraeli had no time to pay attention to him, the fat Frenchman quickly regained his energy.

His waist no longer hurts, his legs no longer hurt, and he even had the appetite to eat a portion of French fries he bought from a roadside vendor.

After finally arriving at his destination, Disraeli hurriedly removed the storage box from his shoulders.

He leaned over, put his hands on his knees and gasped for air.

Disraeli looked up at the three-story single-family villa with a small garden in front of him and comforted himself: "If you can live in this kind of house, who would believe you if you say you don't have the right to vote?"

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his chin, then turned to look at Arthur behind him. Unexpectedly, after searching for a long time, he only saw the fat servant, but not the other two servants and the gentle and elegant young man. Know where it went.

He hurriedly asked: "Gentlemen, may I ask what your young master has been doing?"

Alexandre Dumas held his stomach and frowned. He felt that the French fries he had just eaten might have been a little greasy: "I don't know, we are about to call the police. Sir, look over there."

Disraeli looked in the direction where he raised his hand. Elder and Darwin were standing emotionally in front of a policeman in Scotland Yard uniform, telling something.

Disraeli was just about to walk over to take a look, but Dumas spoke again: "Sir, I advise you not to go there. The policeman just said that he saw someone suspected of climbing over the railings of Hyde Park and disrupting public order. . He is looking for you all over the world. Didn't you just throw yourself into a trap now?"

"ah?"

When Disraeli heard this, he suddenly panicked. He took out a business card from his coat pocket and stuffed it into Alexandre Dumas's hand.

"Please tell your young master that I live nearby. When the police find him another day, I will definitely visit you again."

After saying this, Disraeli quickly lowered the brim of his hat, quickened his pace and rushed into the police's blind spot.

Elder glanced at him from the corner of his eye until he was sure he was gone, then raised his hand to take off the hat of the policeman in front of him.

The policeman didn't pay much attention to his behavior, but lightly dusted off the epaulets of Bass Star, then calmly walked towards Alexandre Dumas, took the business card from his hand and took a look.

——Lionel Rothschild, Rothschild Bank Consultant, Chairman of the Board of Directors of London Real Estate Consulting Company.

Elder came up to take a look and couldn't help but frown and said: "Damn it! I gave you the wrong business card. Isn't his name Benjamin Disraeli? Does this kind of person also want to be elected as a member of Parliament?"

Arthur glanced in the direction of Disraeli's escape.

He smiled slightly and put the business card in his pocket: "Is this also an investment target of the Rothschild family? I seem to be a little interested in this gentleman suddenly."