After the peace agreement was reached, the good days of the British merchants seemed to have come again. Merchant ships were loaded with woollen goods, cotton cloth and other goods, and although they could have smuggled into the European market before, smuggling was too cumbersome to carry out openly.

After France defeated Prussia, Britain's economic situation was very problematic for a time because it lost too many markets in Europe, and this was also relieved to a certain extent. Many factories that had been closed were back in operation, and the air conditions in the city of London became worse and worse.

Little Oliver coughed as he quickly scanned the crowd of people hurrying through the streets, searching for possible targets.

This is Oliver's first mission. He had to muster courage and at the same time choose a suitable target. At the same time, the voice of Fagin, the helper, sounded in his head.

"Oliver, don't believe the nonsense you hear in the church's orphanage. Yes, 'Thou shalt not steal' is one of the Ten Commandments, but taking back what is due to oneself is not stealing. You see, look at the factories, look at the workers, the women and the child workers in those factories. They work hard, sixteen hours a day, or even twenty hours. If you don't have enough to eat, you can't dress warmly, and once you get sick and can't go to work, you won't have anything to eat immediately. Most people, whether men or women or children, do not live for more than a few years. will die in poverty and despair.

Oliver, aren't these people industrious, aren't they working from morning till night, all the time? Why did they have such a fate? The priest will tell you that people have original sin and that it is God's will for them to suffer, right? But didn't the priest tell you what God's judgment was on Adam when he was cast out of the Garden of Eden against God's will?

God said, 'You must sweat so that you can eat until you return to the earth.' Even as punishment, God graciously gave our first parents a promise that a person who works hard and is willing to sweat can make ends meet and support himself.

But, my little Oliver. Tell me about the workers who went into the factories and died in just a few years, didn't they sweat profusely? Didn't work hard? Will they be able to make ends meet? Why is this so, is it because God has not kept His promises? Could it be that God is deceiving us?

No, God does not deceive us. So why, a sweaty, hard-working person, but unable to make ends meet, can only die tragically? Oliver, my child, look again, is it true that every man in this world sweats to make ends meet? No, it's not like that, you look at those 'decent people', those 'decent people' who eat delicacies from the mountains and seas every day and drink wine smuggled from France, do they sweat profusely? Are they left to make ends meet?

Why is this happening? God says that people can only make ends meet if they sweat profusely. Why some people sweat but can't make ends meet; Some people are relaxed, but they can be fed and clothed? Why, Oliver, why? ”

"I don't know." Little Oliver stood alone on the corner and whispered to himself.

"That's because those 'decent people' stole all of our stuff! According to God's will, everyone should work, but everyone should be able to eat. But those 'decent people', those real thieves, they stole all of our money, everything from everyone! Aukin's voice rang in his head again.

"Oliver, people say I'm a thief, and my brothers are thieves. You see, you look at Jim, do you know how that hand of his was broken? It was pinched off by the machine in the factory. Is it because he was careless? No, it's because he's so tired. He worked 18 hours a day in the factory! Oliver, man is not a machine, he can't keep rotating for such a long time, in fact, he is a machine, and there are times when he must rest.

Oliver, God created day and night and made it take up half of the day. Why is that? This is because God believes that a person, in a day, should spend at least half of the day resting. Oliver forced a man to work 18 hours straight, which is an anti-Christian crime.

Oliver, those factory owners, merchants, noble and decent people, they are all thieves, including the king of England - he is a thief! The reason why they were able to live such a good life was because they stole everything that should have been poor people like us!

Oliver, they say I'm a thief; They wanted me everywhere and offered me a bounty of fifty pounds for my head—which, let me be proud, was even higher than the bounty the Pharisees had given to Jesus. (According to the Bible, Judas sold Jesus for thirty pieces of silver) But, look, Oliver, I have done so many big cases, stolen, robbed so much money, do you see that I eat well, dress well, and have money like a decent man? Where does my money go?

Oliver, that's not my money, that's all the poor people's money. Every penny I took back from those thieves was sent back to its original owner. That's why they can't eliminate me.

Oliver, they've hanged five Fagin in the decades, and maybe tomorrow, I'll be the sixth Fagin to be hanged, but as long as the real thieves against God's will remain, Fagin will never die. Oliver, do you know what I like most about you? I like your integrity and kindness, and I'm sure that maybe one day, your name will become Fagin's.

Oliver, remember, we are not thieves, we are only helping more people get back what is theirs, our hands, only to those who are 'decent', not to those who are really sweating, but who can or cannot make ends meet. ”

"I'm not a thief, I'm just carrying out God's will to help those people get their stuff back." Oliver said softly to himself. Then he saw a piece of grapes, silk, and protoplasm of the best being walked into a bookstore across the street.

Of course, the people who came and went in the bookstore were rich and decent people, and the guy looked stupid and seemed defenseless.

Little Oliver walked quietly, his clothes were still decent, and his trousers were passable, though they were a little white, but at least they were clean, but his shoes were not very decent, and there was a hole in them, so that his feet could stretch out for a breath of fresh air, like grass that came out of the ground in the spring.

As long as he successfully entered the bookstore, he could quickly get close to the stupid-looking "decent man". He was standing at the counter, looking at the books on the shelves.

Perhaps because of his poor eyesight, the decent man stretched his neck long, like a duck, and his head was pinched by an invisible hand and lifted upward. And his pants pockets are bulging, looking like a purse.

Oliver felt for the blade in his pocket, then walked casually towards the bookstore. As long as the guy standing in front of the bookstore didn't see Oliver's shoes that allowed his toes to breathe freely, he could walk into the bookstore and get a sum of money back for the poor people who were suffering.

However, the waiter's gaze quickly fell on his big toe shoe, and then, with a large hand, silently flicked him, Oliver spun like a spinning top, and then returned to the street without a sound. He knew that he couldn't get in, so he could only stare at the target from afar.

The stupid decent man seemed to hear something, glanced this way, and then continued to talk to the owner of the bookstore, "Boss, is there an English version of the script for Spartacus?" ”

"There are only a few books left, what, do you want one too?" The shopkeeper asked.

"Yes, a friend of mine mentioned it, but he said the French version was better. The book sold well? The decent man said.

"Yes, you know, the French are very good at storytelling. The story is indeed very interesting. "But if you want to buy it, you'll have to hurry up, and it will sell out later." ”

"If it's easy to sell, it should be printed, right?"

"Of course, but having said that, there are still people who accuse this book of being sacred. Ah, God forbid. The bookstore owner drew a cross on his chest, "So, God knows if there will be a second edition of this book." ”

"Ah, so the book is probably out of print. It's even more worth buying. The decent man said, pulling his wallet out of his pants pocket.

"How much does this book cost?" "Decent man" asked.

The shopkeeper said a price. The "decent man" opened his wallet, and Oliver saw that it was full of colorful tickets.

The "decent man" gave the money, slipped the wallet into his pants pocket carelessly - it was not so well stuffed that the corner of the wallet was even exposed, and then picked up the book, flipped through it, and walked out of the bookstore. Oliver quietly followed.

The "decent man" was unaware of it, and with his head bowed, he read a book as he walked down the street, and then turned into a narrow, seldom-frequented alley.

"It's a good place, no one will see it." Oliver thought and followed.

The "decent man" was still walking, looking down at the book, and humming something in his mouth. Oliver quietly followed, reaching out to reach for his wallet. But just as his hand was holding the wallet, the hand of the "decent man" suddenly reached out out of nowhere and grabbed his wrist.

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