The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Knowing that she used Frederick to sow discord, Talleyrand's eyes widened.

"You are walking on the tip of a knife. He is definitely not an obedient puppet to be manipulated. This is a wild dog that may rebel at any time. Aren't you afraid that if you can't tame it, you will bite the master instead?"

It seems that because of catching a bite, the white cat belonging to Ivy suddenly jumped to his feet, stretched out its tongue and licked his trouser legs, but there was a cold light in its crystal blue eyes, like a dangerous cat cobra.

He couldn't help shrinking back into the sofa, and looked at her for help.

The owner of the cat called "Arthur", and it immediately turned around obediently, jumped back into her arms, and remained docile and silent.

Although he was surprised by the obvious gentleness in the tone of voice when the owner called the cat's name, the original cold voice seemed to contain sugar, and even the eyes that looked at it were full of doting.

But right now he doesn't care about it.

Seeing that Ai Wei was indifferent to his opinion, he couldn't help raising his voice a few degrees, and said in a solemn tone: "And I don't think the workers' uprising has much effect. There is no precedent for slaves overthrowing their masters, so no matter how much trouble there is, I don't think it will have much impact on your opponents."

He thought his analysis made sense, but he didn't expect Ivy to look at him with sympathy, even pity.

"I believe that short-sightedness is not your fault." Ivy felt sad for his narrow vision for a moment, and even wanted to laugh a little, "Maybe you are just inexperienced."

She thinks it's really not Talleyrand's fault, it's just that in this era, the vast majority of people here have exactly the same idea as him, and he is not a special case.

Talleyrand was surprised by her sneer, and couldn't help defending himself: "Miss Wellesley, you are too idealistic. After all, the world is objective, and it doesn't work for your own fantasy. .”

"But this world is inherently absurd." Ivy has no embarrassment, and her tone is light, "I'm just trying to change the direction of its operation and make it more rational."

"God created us not for us to challenge his established world. Miss Wellesley, we can only obey, be cunning, and learn to survive tactfully to be a smart person."

"God also advocates that we be kind to others and be ascetic, have you done that?" Ivy asked him back with a smile, "Since you are reluctant to part with your pockets, you shouldn't pretend to be a devout believer in front of me."

Talleyrand was at a loss for words, so he could only cough, looking for a chance to get back to the topic, "Then do you really think that with a knife that may hurt you at any time, you can split an indestructible rock?"

"But that doesn't prevent it from being a sharp sword." Ivy looked cold, and slowly straightened up from the sofa, her eyes were cold and arrogant, "A knife, as long as it is deadly, is enough."

In fact, of course she would not give full trust, but sent a few assistants to pretend to be poor people to sneak in. While completing the task, she was also monitoring the movement of the time bomb and whether he was obedient enough.

According to the report sent over, Frederick was indeed well-behaved enough, using his handy camouflage skills to fully interpret a bankrupt boy who was deeply mired in gambling and had to go to work in a factory.

Almost no one doubted his identity, and they even believed in his tragic experience. They accepted him into their group within a few days, and at night they chatted and cursed the boss in the tavern in the [-]th district of Paris. The ever-decreasing salaries and the pessimistic talk that everyone is screwed.

"According to me, those capitalists who are not as good as pigs and dogs should all be shot!" Gropp, the boss of the trade union, is the most addicted to alcohol, but the fastest drunk, his face flushed red, and he was so excited that he danced on the spot. We are working so hard, but we are drinking and drinking every day, and we are simply using us as money machines!"

His radical words immediately drew echoes: "Our boss, Della Day, is so happy to be surrounded by so many flowers, but I can't even get a wife. What a fucking hell!"

"Drady is a beast!" A man drank a whole bottle of spirits angrily, suddenly knocked hard on the corner of the table, and then fell to the ground, "Damn him! My daughter is lying on the bed No money for medical treatment, this bastard withheld my wages and left my poor Laura to die of tuberculosis, God bless him to hell!"

Darkness, night, hunger, evil, injustice, nakedness, suffocation and severe winter.And the terrifying toad language, jumping and crawling back and forth in this fog, spitting, and frantically agitating, made the tavern shrouded in dim yellow lights even more half-dead, breathing out the atmosphere of conspiracy.

"Gentlemen, I have a simple opinion." A tall young man at the table stood up abruptly, his short jacket had been patched several times, and there were many bloodstains on his handsome cheeks that hadn't been wiped clean , Every gesture is full of impoverished temperament.

Seeing that it was Frederick, everyone lowered their voices and listened to his speech.

They have a natural respect for highly educated people, and according to Frederick's own admission, he did go to college, which has already made this group of illiterate workers respect.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he smiled slightly, and his expression quickly changed to distressed: "Everyone knows that the Dradina brothers are not human beings, so wouldn't it be more stupid for us to work hard for him?"

With a "snap", Gropp patted the table again, "Why don't we want to slap our ass and leave? We all have a family to support, and there are six children in the family. Don't work to drink Zephyr?"

"That's right, even if the executioner's butcher's knife has fallen on our heads. But what can we do, knowing that if the head falls, we have to die."

"Then are we willing to lose our lives in a daze?" Frederick expressed his opinion impassionedly, "We can no longer continue to make fish meat, we want to become Dao Zu, and tear this vicious bastard Drady to pieces."

"Then what should we do?" A few young workers in the corner were obviously very interested in this topic and asked first.

"I hope that brothers can understand that we are not destined to be fish on the chopping board, we can also be executors with knives, and we can also control the fate of this group of capitalists.

We must fight for our own rights and take back the gold coins we deserve from their pockets. God always sympathizes with the poor, and we must be the one protected by him, because justice will never be defeated. "

"But our strength is pitifully small. Even most of the brothers have never even read the book. They are basically toys in their hands. It is not easy to resist."

"You are wrong..." Frederick scanned everyone present with piercing eyes, his expression brimming with excitement, "When all of us stand up, that is the greatest power in the world, and there is nothing that cannot be destroyed Have you forgotten that just a dozen years ago, even the impenetrable Bastille could be overthrown by angry people, so how can a few small capitalists control our destiny?"

Everyone's will was obviously ignited, and all eyes were focused on him alone. This excited young man was in high spirits, and even his rags couldn't hide the sunlight.

"Please tell us what we can do now?"

"We're going on strike!" Frederick yelled, holding up his left arm. "Since he dares to exploit us, we have the ability to make him suffer! Believe me, as long as we collectively strike and quit, we will demand a higher salary." They threatened to shut down their factories, and they must be the first to be unable to sit still, everyone, just wait and see, don’t look at these beasts showing off their power now, when the time comes, they will just kneel on the ground and beg us to go back.”

After a pause, he met the scorching gaze below, his eyes were wise and enthusiastic: "I hope that everyone will persist to the end and never compromise. Giving up halfway will only disappoint the original intentions of all brothers. We have to compare with them, who can win?" Consumed to the end."

His call quickly swept through the workers' groups and gained unanimous support.

They played the banner of "fighting to the end for bread". The machines in the factory that had been running around the clock stopped, and the production stopped overnight. A huge storm was set off among the factories of the food industry association.

The workers have established a joint trade union and elected a few respected bosses to become the chairman. The power they collided with was so powerful that it was unexpected. In less than two days, the factories in Paris stopped working one after another, and they spewed wantonly into the sky. The thick pipe of black smoke finally quieted down, and even the blue sky above his head became clearer for a moment.

The factory owners couldn't sit still for a moment, and they convened overnight to discuss countermeasures. This incident was almost unprecedented, and there was no precedent to provide a reference for the suppression.

Someone suggested that it would be better to temporarily raise the salary and come out with an apology, so as to trick and trick this group of greedy workers into thinking that they are all used to poverty, and a small profit is enough to satisfy their desires.

But the others rejected the suggestion, on the grounds that it would be worse than death for them to spit out a pile of gold coins from their own pockets to distribute to these poor people, claiming that they would not do it even with a knife on their neck.

Some well-recognized wise men think that it is better to crowdfund and bribe the leaders, so as to disintegrate from the inside first, so that the group will not worry about breaking up.

This proposal was approved, but when it was implemented, it was directly blocked by Frederick from the source, and it seemed that he informed everyone of this countermeasure as expected, so the clever plan died.

In the end, everyone had no choice but to go to the Tuileries Palace to meet with the First Consul and ask him to suppress it by force.

They thought that the first ruling government has always vigorously supported capitalist enterprises, and would definitely satisfy their requests without hesitation, and send back all the poor people who are crazy about money. Mr. Guan unexpectedly refused to comment this time.

He stroked his smooth chin slowly, pretending to be in deep thought, before he spoke for a long time: "Actually, I don't think you need to mess around. They are arguing with them. You just need to keep silent and delay the time. This matter will not be resolved." Is it over?"

This is obviously to maintain a chaotic neutrality, and the factory owners heard perfunctory from his attitude, and couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay.

The author has something to say:

Darkness, night, hunger, evil, injustice, nakedness, suffocation and severe winter.And the terrifying toad language, jumping and crawling back and forth in this mist, spitting, crazily restless.

This sentence comes from Hugo's "Les Miserables".

The second watch is at twelve o'clock.