Shadow of great britain

By realism, I mean an art that not only faithfully depicts the details of reality, but also truly reproduces typical characters in typical environments. The authenticity of details is important, but more importantly, the writer should use these authentic details to show the typical character of that social environment, so that readers can not only see the lives of individuals from the plot, but also see the trends and contradictions of social development through these individuals. In this regard, the authors of "The Englishman" have always done a good job.

——Friedrich Engels

The sound of knocking echoed in the small room of the hotel.

Perhaps to commemorate the failed but significant Savoy expedition, Garibaldi and others who fell into self-doubt and guilt in the past week used "The Internationale" as a channel for them to vent.

In a small room of less than 20 square meters, Adolf Nouri, the chief tenor of the Paris Opera, served as a temporary conductor, Garibaldi and other young Italian party members served as the chorus, and even the tone-deaf Heine and Dumas spontaneously beat the rhythm for them.

As for Bismarck, the young man was reluctant at first, but under the temptation of the scholarship, he could only fill in the gap with Garibaldi's magnetic and infectious voice.

Bismarck sang "The Internationale", how ridiculous was this scene?

I'm afraid that the second most ridiculous thing was Arthur Hastings, who played the violin to accompany "The Internationale".

Garibaldi and others sang passionately, and they seemed to have endless energy.

Soon, Bismarck couldn't stand this hellish torture, and raised his hand to ask to go outside to smoke a cigarette.

The young man's beautiful traditional Prussian values ​​did not allow him to stay here for even a second, even with the temptation of the scholarship.

As long as he took another breath of air in the room, he felt that the Bohemian aristocratic blood of the Bismarck family, which had been passed down since the time of Charlemagne, would be tainted by the petty-bourgeois temperament.

Bismarck walked down the stairs of the hotel, came to the street, leaned against the wall and lit his mahogany pipe. After taking a deep breath, he slowly exhaled the smoke.

He looked up along the street and saw students' heads and shoulders sticking out of every window on the street. Everywhere he looked was their rows of tacky smoking hats and robes that looked asymmetrical. As for whether he could see long pipes and shiny tassels through the windows, it depended on how much they smoked.

Yes, just like London, smoking was also a fashion in Göttingen. Not only Bismarck, who had "von" in his name, but even those without "von" also loved it.

Only at this time could Bismarck reluctantly accept that he and most of the students in Göttingen had something in common.

But he still wanted to say that smoking did not mean maturity. Although they also had pipes in their mouths, most of the windows on the street were childish patients.

Bismarck was smoking a cigarette while greeting friends passing by on the street.

"Hey! Gustav."

Gustav Schuberland, who was wearing a sword on his waist, was looking down to adjust his duel gloves. He heard someone calling him, and quickly raised his head. After seeing that it was Bismarck, he joked.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Otto, the chairman of our Student Union? I heard from John, the American, that you, the peasant leader, are planning to change your ways and become a citizen leader?"

If someone else said this, it would probably be a compliment to Bismarck.

But the person who said this was Bismarck's brother in the 'Pomeranian' saber club - Mr. Gustav Schuberland, a master member.

So, this sentence was almost a roundabout ridicule of Bismarck's intention to give up the German traditional duel glory of the 'Pomeranian' club and instead cater to the group of petty bourgeois students who were not very interested in fencing.

Although Bismarck had a bad temper, he would not be angry with everyone.

In particular, Gustav Schuberland was a respectable swordsman. He could recite the posthumous work of German swordsmanship master Marcin Lutherner, “Light Sword”, and successfully applied it in actual combat.

In order to express their respect for him, the lower-level members of the ‘Pomeranian’ Society usually referred to Schuberland by his nickname, calling him ‘Light Sword’ Schuberland.

Bismarck didn't want Shuberan to look down on him, so he could only argue: "You don't understand, I have my reasons for doing this. I became the chairman of the Student Union not because I want to go along with them, but because I have a grand plan. Moreover, I think that all people in 'Pomerania' should not only not blame me, but should also get closer to me?"

"Grand plan? Get closer to you?"

Shuberan sneered: "Why? Are you going to turn us into petty citizens who only dare to curse but not to take action? Since the establishment of 'Pomerania', our motto for more than a hundred years has been - talk less and do more, and don't talk if you can take action."

Shuberan paused here, as if he remembered something. He was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed with his belly in his hands: "Sorry, Otto, I almost forgot. You were beaten so badly by the new school supervisor before, and now you probably don't have the courage to draw your sword anymore, right?"

When Bismarck heard Shuberan mention that he was beaten up by Arthur, his face immediately turned red and his neck became thick: "Gustav! If you think you can knock him down, you can go to him at any time to challenge him! He is upstairs in the hotel now, or I will call him down for you?"

When Shuberan heard Bismarck was going to call the school supervisor downstairs, he immediately stopped him: "Otto, I am not as confused as you. If you challenge the school supervisor, you will go to the hospital clinic if you lose, and you will be in the school's detention room for a few weeks if you win."

Bismarck glared at him and said, "You actually still think you have a chance to go to the detention room? How many times do you want me to say it before you believe it? He is really not a good person. Although he is a bastard, his character has nothing to do with his swordsmanship level. He is a genuine Fiore style swift sword master. Do you know? The famous Paris swordsman Francois Bertrand lost miserably to him!"

" Humph..." Shuberan didn't believe Bismarck's words: "French foil is just a fancy trick, and the Paris Sword Saint may not be that strong." Bismarck argued vigorously: "But he didn't use the French foil, but the Italian swift sword. In addition, he also used the English silver short sword and the British military saber very well. I am not exaggerating to say that even with the pointed cane in his hand, he can defeat most people in "Pomerania." Shuberan heard Bismarck's exaggeration and thought that the other party was trying to save face for himself: "Yes! Let alone the cane, just seeing the school supervisor's robe he was wearing scared me to throw down the sword and surrender. You can actually walk a few rounds under his cane, which is indeed stronger than many people in "Pomerania." Bismarck saw Shuberan's attitude and knew that he probably couldn't convince him. Under normal circumstances, even if he had a good relationship with Shuberan, Bismarck would at least give him a few cuts on the chin after being ridiculed to this extent.

But after all, his identity is different now. As the chairman of the Student Union, Bismarck urgently needs to expand the Gestapo's manpower.

If he sent those petty bourgeois students to carry out the tasks assigned to him by the proctor Hastings, no one knew what kind of trouble would happen in the end. However, if these "Pomeranian" club brothers are willing to help, everything will become easy.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Bismarck said, "Gustav, do you remember what I just said?"

"What? The big plan?"

"Yes, that's right."

Bismarck put out his pipe, cleared his throat and said, "Gustav, in 'Pomerania', you are a respected master because of your superb swordsmanship. But what if you graduate, leave Göttingen, and leave us old brothers? Will you still be respected by others? Will you still enjoy the style of being called 'Light Sword' Shuberan? Don't be silly, in society, those people don't call you titles like 'Light Sword', they only call you 'Minister', 'Minister', 'Judge', 'General', etc."

"I..." Shuberan was stunned by Bismarck's question, and the calmness that he had just laughed at Bismarck disappeared, replaced by a somewhat embarrassed scratching of his head.

In fact, Shuberan had thought about these questions Bismarck said.

He was one grade higher than Bismarck, and it would not be long before he had to face the problem of employment.

However, like Bismarck, although Schuberland could barely cope with his studies, he was not the kind of guy who could concentrate on studying.

Therefore, even without considering the difficulty of obtaining a university teaching position and the necessary poverty before becoming a professor, Schuberland could not pass the test in terms of his dedicated attitude and superhuman learning ability.

If he could not take the academic path, then there was only one way to find a job directly.

But what was worrying was that although there were not many college students in Germany, there were even fewer jobs suitable for college students.

If he found a job directly, the jobs he would do would probably be jobs that middle school students could easily do.

In this case, what was the point of going to college?

After thinking it over, Shuberan finally pursed his lips and said, "I think I might join the army. I'm good at swordsmanship and I'm knowledgeable. I'll start as a junior officer and then slowly climb up. Maybe when we meet again decades later, you'll have to call me Mr. Chief of Staff." Bismarck saw through Shuberan's guilty conscience at a glance: "Come on, don't you know what the army is like? People like me with von in my name may not receive special treatment, because my von is only plated with a layer of copper, while some vons are plated with silver, and some vons are not only plated with gold but also inlaid with diamond edges. People like me with von can't guarantee that I can make a name for myself in the army So what if you don't have a Von? "

Schuberan was a little angry when he heard this: "What can we do? And, Otto! Aren't you going to talk about your big plan? Is your big plan to show off the Von in your name in front of me? "

Bismarck waved his hands and said: "Sorry, Gustav, I don't want to hurt you, I'm just stating an objective fact. If it weren't for this, how could you have the patience to listen to my big plan? "

"So, what is your big plan?"

"My big plan starts with my life plan."

Bismarck paced and introduced his grand blueprint seriously.

"After graduation, I want to take the Prussian national judicial examination, and then exchange my status as the glorious legal heir of the estate to become a civil servant loyal to His Majesty the King, that is, as a trainee judge at the Berlin Municipal Court. I plan to practice there for a year , and then go to the Provincial Government Court in Aachen. In the second year, I will take the diplomat examination again, and then, no matter whether the great god of destiny will send me mercilessly to the snowy St. Petersburg or the wild rainforest, Rio de Janeiro. , I will leave it to fate and happily go there..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Shublan interrupted him: "Otto, my dream of becoming chief of staff in decades is certainly unrealistic, but you kid is obviously more daring than me! Where did you get the confidence that you can pass the judicial examination? , and how are you sure that you will be assigned to the Berlin Court? As for the subsequent diplomatic examination, I am too lazy to say, do you think everything is too simple? Who do you think you are? Bismarck, not Hohenzollern!"

Bismarck smiled, and then said: "Sorry, Gustav, you also know that I talk about my old habit. Sometimes I do get shrouded in this trivial vanity. Maybe that part of the diplomatic exam is It's a bit exaggerated, but I'm not exaggerating at all about the judicial examination. I will definitely pass it, and you can pass it if you want."

Shubland originally planned to ridicule Bismarck, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he immediately frowned: "What do you mean? You..."

Shublan thought for a moment: "Has anyone in your family been transferred to work in the Prussian Ministry of Justice?"

"No."

"Are the questions for the next judicial examination given by a friend who is familiar to an elder in your family?"

"Stop making trouble, it's a crime to leak questions."

"Hiss..." Shublan held his chin and took a deep breath. He looked Bismarck up and down: "Is it possible that your family has arranged a place for you to be a trainee judge without examination? I remember that your grandfather seemed to have been a member of the Berlin Court of Appeal. Dean, right? I remember that Professor René seemed to have mentioned your grandfather during class. He must have quite a lot of influence in the Prussian judiciary, right? "

Bismarck coughed: "Of course, I don't deny that my grandfather can provide some help. If he is still alive, I really don't have to work so hard for the judicial examination."

"He died?"

"Well, he passed away two years ago." Bismarck said sadly: "Although my mother said that the family can still find some channels in the judicial system, it is definitely not as convenient as when he was still alive. So, even if I can make an unofficial decision in the Berlin court I will get a quota as a trainee judge and then shorten my internship period by transferring to the Rhineland, but the premise of everything is that I can pass the judicial examination. "

Shublan couldn't help but feel sour in his heart after hearing this.

They are both majoring in law, but their prospects are very different.

As long as Bismarck passed the judicial examination, he would be able to achieve great success. Maybe the three dogs he raised could be admitted to the court establishment and become trainee police dogs.

And even if Shublan passed the judicial examination, there was no telling where he would be assigned.

The most likely outcome may be to waste his life in some remote courthouse.

However, it is useless to think so much. After all, that kind of "tragic ending" at least leads to the golden job of a civil servant. If Shu Bolan wants to go to a remote place, he must first cross the threshold of taking the civil servant examination.

Shubland sighed depressedly. He looked at Bismarck and didn't know what to say. Thousands of words came to his lips and finally turned into a blessing: "I wish you a bright future, Otto."

When Bismarck saw Shubland about to leave, he quickly stepped in front of him: "Gustav, don't leave in a hurry! As long as you stay close to me, passing the judicial examination will be a piece of cake."

"Huh?" Shubland laughed at himself: "Don't be kidding, Otto, I don't have a grandfather like you. The position of trainee judge in the Berlin Court is passed down through blood."

"Gustav!"

Bismarck quickly said: "You don't have a grandfather like me, but our superintendent is the same person! Superintendent Hastings said that the work of the Student Union is a kind of hard experience and dedication. So, If you can do a good job in the student union, all the leaders of the Gestapo can get a letter of recommendation from the school. Did you know that this letter of recommendation can be used for extra points in the judicial examination? "

"this……"

Shublan's lost eyes gradually became brighter, and his body was trembling: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course!"

Bismarck stretched out his arms generously and said with a smile: "When such a good thing happens, the first thing I think of is the old brothers in Pomerania! When it comes to talents, there is no one more talented than ours. We all have the same lofty ideals and beautiful traditional values. However, just because our academic level is slightly lower, we have fallen behind in the competition with those small citizens. Now, there is finally a way to help us bridge this gap. !”

Shubland went back and forth to savor Bismarck's words several times. He laughed as if he had just woken up from a dream and punched Bismarck hard in the chest: "Damn it! Otto, I thought you really betrayed us! "

"How could it be?" Bismarck said with a smile, "We are all brothers who have seen blood. Don't you know what kind of person I am?"

As soon as Bismarck finished speaking, he heard a sneer coming from beside him.

"What a shameless young man."

Fortunately, this sentence was said in English, and Bismarck could pretend not to understand. If it was said in German, he would have to fight with the other party even if he didn't want to cause trouble.

However, although Bismarck had no intention of fighting, he still wanted to see which blind guy dared to challenge him.

He rolled his eyes and happened to catch a glimpse of the gentleman standing on the street smoking.

His face was very familiar. Bismarck thought about it briefly and immediately recognized the true face of this guy.

Damn! This is the British diplomat who did dirty business with Hastings!

He came back from Munich?

Schneider, who was smoking, found Bismarck looking at him, took off his hat politely and smiled: "Good afternoon, Mr. Gestapo. I just heard you say that Mr. Hastings is upstairs. If it's not too much trouble, can you help me call him?"