We oppose the unreasonable actions of the factory and we declare that we will strike for the benefit of all workers! A worker representative held up a tin microphone and shouted to everyone, "Workers, brothers, our life is hard enough, and the wages we get now are difficult to even eat." Let me ask you, have you ever seen anyone who has been a worker for six or seven years? Has anyone seen it? ”

The crowd below fell silent, and after a while, everyone shouted together: "No, no! ”

"Why not? Why not? The workers' representative shouted.

"Because they're either going to America, or they're dying of exhaustion in the factory!" Another representative of the workers shouted, "You say, is that not so? ”

"Yes, yes!" The workers shouted.

"Brothers, brothers! In the past, we could gamble that we could save up for a ticket to the Americas before we died of exhaustion. This is our only hope in this painful life. But with such a salary, can we still save a ticket to the Americas, before we die of exhaustion? What will be the end result? Now, no matter how miserable we are, at most we will die, but brothers, isn't it also a death if we accept such a salary? Since they are all one death, why should we be tired to death, why should we let them, let these factory owners, let these poisonous snakes and beasts, let these vampires, build their manors and villas on our corpses? ”

"Yes, don't do it, don't do it!"

"We strike, we strike!"

"We can't let them live on our bones!"

More people chanted.

"Hmph, then let them starve to death! These slackers, how could they starve if they weren't too lazy, or because they were too stupid? They deserve to starve! A fat man who looked like a manager said viciously.

"Yes, starve these slackers!" Another follower followed the fat man and cursed.

"As soon as we turn our heads, we can find just as many or even more workers on the street!" The fat manager said.

At this time, I did not know what the workers' representative over there had said, but the crowd shouted again, and at last thousands of workers sang this song together:

“Arise，yeprisonersofstarvation!

Arise，yewretchedoftheearth!

……”

"They, what do they want to do? Want to rebel! The fat manager's face turned pale, "Quick, close the door, don't let those hooligans rush in and break the machine!" ”

In this era, the contradiction between workers and factory owners is very prominent. Labor disputes often cause workers to storm factories and destroy machines. So as soon as he saw that something was wrong with the situation outside, the fat manager immediately gave such an order.

The police and the guards immediately retreated into the factory, the tin gate slammed shut, and the police and the guards went up to the wall, guns in their hands, facing the emotional crowd below.

But the crowd did not disperse, and everyone still gathered outside the factory gate, continuing to sing. Some also pointed to the fat manager on the wall and cursed.

The fat manager didn't react, but the attendant next to him spat hard downwards and stretched out his middle finger to shake it at the people below.

"Holy shit!" Some of the workers were so angry that they picked up rocks from the ground and threw them at the attendant. With this man taking the lead, more people picked up stones and threw them at the people on the wall, and others approached the gate.

"Brothers, calm down, calm down!" The workers' representative of the London Textile Workers' Mutual Aid shouted, "Don't clash head-on, you'll lose......"

But the enraged workers listened. Everyone shouted, "Rush in, rush in and kill these bastards!" "They're approaching the door.

"Stop them, stop them!" The fat manager's face turned pale, "Shoot, shoot!" ”

"Bang bang ......" the sound of gunfire rang out, and at such a close distance, it was almost impossible to miss, so the workers below immediately fell in large numbers.

"Run, run!" Someone shouted.

"They shot, they killed!" Someone shouted.

The crowd ran in all directions, some fell, and then they were trampled under the feet of the fleeing crowd.

"Keep fighting, let them know that they know they know they are powerful!" The fat manager shouted.

The gunfire continued......

In a room in Petticoat Alley, Boss Fagin was changing gauze for grinning iron teeth.

"Alright, Iron Fang, you're lucky that you didn't hurt the vital point. Be careful, though, not to let the wound touch the water. Well, in addition, pray to God that there will be no infection. Boss Fagin said after finishing the bandage.

"Boss, what are we going to do next?" The butcher on one side asked.

"We first organized the workers, let them destroy and prevent the factory from recruiting other workers, so that their production stopped. Now every day they stop production, they will suffer a lot of losses, bank loans, order contract compensation, will make Wren bastard breathless. Fagin replied.

"What about the miscellaneous of those who shot us? Did you just let them go? The butcher asked.

"How is that possible?" Fagin sneered, "Hurt my brother, if nothing happens, how can we still mess around here in the future?" What will you do in the future? Hehe, that old thing from Wren is hiding in a rich area, there are many policemen and bodyguards, and it is not easy for us to move him for a while, but the guy who gave the order to shoot - who is that guy, have you found out? ”

"I found out, that guy is the business manager of the factory, named Hindley, who lives in Wendell Street."

Wendell Street is the area where the so-called middle class with a little money live, and there are certainly fewer police and so on than in the really rich area, and of course, there are much more than petticoat lanes. In addition, people like Hindley will most likely have one or two servants in the house, but they won't have valets or bodyguards or anything like that - they look like rich people, but there is still a big gap between them and the real rich people.

"Are you sure he'll disappear without a sound?" Fagin asked.

"That's not a problem." The butcher said, "Tie a stone and throw it into the river." ”

"Well," Fagin nodded, and added, "Be careful before you start, don't be cheated by others." ”

……

The factory's guards and police shot and killed more than 20 workers. If such a thing were to be placed in the future generations, it might cause an uproar, but in this era, human life is nothing. Of course, in future generations, this situation has not changed substantially, for example, the lives of workers have never been as important as the stock market index. But because there was a heresy called the Soviets in later generations, it is still a little more hypocritical than in this era. Although, with the disappearance of the Soviets, they have become less and less aware that the Soviets have ever come.

None of the regular newspapers, neither the Whig nor the Tories, nor the New Tories reported on the matter in a prominent position, not because the Royal Government had issued an order to prohibit the reporting of such matters, but because, in their opinion, it was not news at all.

What is News? Dogs bite people are not news, people bite dogs are news. Although this phrase was uttered by later Americans. But in the British press, such standards have long been pursued. It's so common for factories to shoot and kill workers or something, and it's not news at all. Didn't you just kill dozens of workers? Which of London's poor districts does not kill several times the number of workers? What is this?

In addition, the Whigs, Tories, and New Tories were divided on many issues, even serious ones, but they were very much in agreement on the treatment of the striking workers. The aristocracy, the factory owners, and the bankers all thought it a good thing to kill the restless elements who dared to strike.

It's like in the later lighthouse countries, although Fox and CNN both felt that the other was a fake news outlet, they were very consistent when it came to reporting news related to the "Occupy Wall Street" movement.

As for the French-backed newspapers of the Sevenpence League, they also did not report on the incident. Because those Whig friends of the French were also on the side of supporting the suppression of the striking workers.

Of course, the newspapers in France have covered such things in great detail. But their intention was: Well, French workers, look how dark it is in England! Cherish your present blessings, which you have cultivated in your previous life. You only need to work in the factory for a year or two, and you can save money for Louisiana, as well as the cost of settling in Louisiana. The British workers have never dreamed of doing such a good thing, so what are you not satisfied with?

It seems that this matter should pass peacefully. But soon, Wren got a report that the recruitment of new workers was not going well, because there were many people who spread rumors about him and his factory: anyone who entered his factory and lived for a maximum of five years would be exhausted to death; What he said about the salary looks good, but there are a lot of wage deduction clauses in the contract, and after working for a week, he can't get a penny, and even the money he owes to the factory is normal; On average, the money you get is not enough to eat, let alone save money to go to the Americas...... Some people would even stand guard at their recruitment point, and when they saw a worker coming, they would grab him and persuade him not to go. In short, all kinds of rumors have had a very bad impact on recruitment.