In June 1861, a shocking event occurred in France.

Blanqui, a French conspirator revolutionary, with the help of his friends La Comblé and Barthlemy, returned to Paris from London and began to engage in revolutionary activities and actively rebuild a secret revolutionary society. However, this time was not as fortunate as the previous one with the protection of Garion.

From the moment he stepped into French soil, the police began to pursue him, and finally arrested him in Paris.

After Blanqui's arrest, the Imperial Court quickly began its trial.

Blanqui was then accused of organizing a group that secretly subverted the government, and was sentenced to four years in prison by the Bonaparte government. As soon as the verdict was announced, it immediately aroused the indignation of the broad masses of revolutionaries.

Marx and Engels attacked the Parisian government on this matter, and although Gallian disdained Blanqui's revolutionary methods, the two revolutionary mentors in 1861 held him in high esteem personally, even as a representative of the "French Revolutionary Party".

Therefore, they financially helped his friend Dron Verre, publishing a pamphlet exposing the despicable framing of Blanqui by the Parisian government in order to carry out a counterattack of public opinion.

When the news of Blanqui's arrest reached Gallián's ears, he immediately began to write a statement of sympathy to Blanqui under the pseudonym of Conan Doyle.

An article entitled "Your name is unknown, but your deeds live forever" was published in the Daily Telegraph, in which he fully affirmed the great revolutionary who dared to fight against the dictatorship, recognized Blanqui's heroic deeds in fighting for the French people, and called him a hero.

Although Garion has never believed that the great revolutionary cause can be accomplished by secretly plotting riots and assassinating dignitaries. Blanqui's adventurous opportunistic erroneous course later became an emulator for a number of left-wing extremist groups to confront the government, such as the German Red Army Brigade, the Japanese Red Army, the Italian Red Brigade, and so on.

Far from shaking the foundations, these terrorist attacks have aroused the disgust of the broad masses of the people and pushed themselves into a situation of isolation.

After the article was published, apart from some revolutionaries who affirmed and approved of his article, other conservative literati in Paris launched a counterattack on Garion's article. They believe that the revolution should not be openly preached in conservative Britain, given that it is Queen Victoria who is now in power, and that it is a bit of a scious operation to openly preach the attacks of the Workers' Revolutionaries against an imperial dynasty in a constitutional monarchy.

So it's no surprise that Gallian's article has been attacked by conservatives, such as the literary critic Frederick.

He was one of the twin stars of Victorian poetry, the brother of Alfred Tennyson, and although he was inferior to his brother in literary and artistic careers, he was keen on literary criticism.

Seeing that Garion was defending the revolutionaries, Frederick saw an opportunity to overture the government, so he hurriedly wrote an article to refute Garion's point of view, and he specially distorted the meaning of the original text, believing that it was a dangerous move to publicly support a revolutionary who subverted the country in Great Britain, and that Garion's actions were playing with fire.

"Great Britain does not need to preach revolution, we live in the best of times!"

"This kind of literati who preach values that do not conform to the mainstream of society should be unanimously crusaded."

Many people in London's literary and artistic circles echoed and supported Frederick's views.

Only Ernest Charles Jones, who supported Marx, refuted Frederick's shamelessness as a tribute to the bourgeoisie's shamelessness in exploiting the workers!

Even if it was just the words printed on the ink, Garion felt the smell of gunsmoke coming from the shop.

"Oh, these stupid little bourgeois. When the economic crisis breaks out six years later, don't cry and cry for the government to help you. ”

"Stinky old nine is stinky old nine."

Garrian put down the newspaper, thinking that it was true that mainstream London society had always been sensitive to the topic of revolution.

He suddenly remembered something, took out the manuscript paper from his briefcase, and quickly wrote a few lines on it. By the time I finished writing, the carriage had just stopped at the intersection of Baker Street.

Hastily stuffing the paper into his briefcase, he stepped out of the carriage and looked up at the sky with the briefcase, where London was overcast and gray. Hide the granite London Bridge in a thick fog.

The literary and artistic circles of London are like a layer of thick fog that cannot see people's hearts clearly.

Garian didn't care, after all, Frederick was just a noisy clown, but Frederick didn't intend to let Garian go easily, and without attracting the attention of the other party, he published two more reviews on the "Sherlock Holmes series", directly pointing the contradiction to Galion.

In this way, no matter how temperamental people are, they can't help it.

He stepped into the office on Baker Street, only to see everyone looking at him with a helpless look for help.

Gary had a sense of foreboding in his heart, and he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" What happened? ”

The atmosphere in the office was quiet and solemn to the point where a pin could be heard, and before he could figure out what was happening, he saw the door to the editor-in-chief's office suddenly open, and a figure rushed out.

Bang.

The door behind him slammed shut as he left. The rough movement even caused the dust to fall on the beams, and a puff of smoke filled the air.

"It's too much, it's too much."

An angry Thornton editor-in-chief slammed the newspaper on the table, and the lids of the cups on the table shook continuously.

"What's going on, Editor-in-Chief?"

Garion had to flap his palms, pinch his nose to chase away the dust, and then asked in a whisper, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Look at this article, you actually scolded us together!"

In his opinion, Frederick shouted that Garion had no problem personally, and this time he actually brought his own newspaper with him, and what was even more angry was that he specially chose to publish an article in the "Times", which was obviously a slap in the face to him!

He looked at Garion, who was not in a hurry, and said in annoyance, "You have to do something this time, Trotsky." Everyone else is now calling the door to the door, if you don't fight back, wait to be seen as a joke? ”

"yes."

Garion laid down the newspaper leisurely, turned his head to look at the other man, and said, "Of course we have to do something, or he will think that we are showing weakness." But other people can fight back too, huh? ”

"If I could, I wouldn't have been waiting for you, only you could do this kind of thing."

The editor-in-chief Thornton was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and he said, "So it's better for you to write." ”

"Don't worry, wait, don't be in a hurry."

The whole room saw him as the last straw, anxiously waiting for him to speak. Because their level is really not up to the level of being able to refute each other wonderfully.

Garion was deliberately silent for a moment before he said seriously, "It would be too boring if this counterattack was only against Mr. Frederick." ”

"Huh? Too boring? ”

Thornton's editor-in-chief was bewildered by Garrian's words and asked rhetorically, "So what are you going to do next?" ”

He handed the freshly written poem from his briefcase to the editor-in-chief Thornton, then curled the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly. A look of expectation.

Thornton took the manuscript and asked, "What is this?" ”

"The rebuttal you want, since the other party has bullied the door, we can't sit and let people point out and criticize, can we?"

Garion's words reminded the editor-in-chief, and he hurriedly took the manuscript in the other party's hand, and after carefully reading the manuscript, the originally resolute editor-in-chief also became hesitant at this time.

"Are you going to do that?"

Because the poem written by the other party is simply a map cannon. It seems that His Excellency Trotsky either does not play or intends to play big as soon as he does.

"This is just the first step."

"Do you really want to do that?"

Thornton held his forehead, bit his lip, and whispered, "But this is going to offend a lot of people." ”

"Yes, today I want to offend them a little, and I want to make a declaration of war to all the London literati who have attacked me."

Garian had always looked down on the mouthpieces of these bourgeois, having done the same thing in Paris before. So he said in a firm tone, "It's not fun to fight one." ”

"I'm going to fight a hundred."