It is no longer known how the riot began, but by the time the police found out, the angry workers, led by Garion, had already stormed Viscount Mifa's mansion.

Garian told the rest of the workers to return to the factory, told them of the despicable conspiracy of the capitalists, and mobilized all those who were still working.

Sure enough, the incitement of deducting salaries was more useful than any sensational mobilization, and when they heard that Viscount Mifa was going to be punished, they almost voluntarily took up arms and rushed to the Viscount's mansion.

As long as the purpose of punishing Viscount Mifa is achieved, who will care whether the means are righteous or not.

Workers who have suffered so much oppression and humiliation, unite!

The banks of the Seine cross the city of Rouen and go down the river to a manicured villa, made entirely of white marble and red brick on three sides, with a tall roof and smoke windows of a red fireplace that stands out on the wide lawn and is connected with the surrounding rolling classical buildings.

Luxury.

It's the first word that comes to everyone's mind.

It was a villa built by the Viscount of Mifa at great expense, swearing his fortune to the whole of Rouen. The workers worked overtime day and night to give him the opportunity to enjoy everything that high society should have.

The windows on the second floor were opened, and sunlight illuminated most of the room.

Viscount Mifa leaned back against the sofa, his cigarette between his fingers, and he thought about things, frowning slightly.

There were too many troubles for a while, first his servant inexplicably offended Count Garion's butler, and then the factory workers actually tried to put pressure on them through the union, which was simply a rebellion.

When the incident subsided, he would dismiss all the workers who had participated in the negotiations as an example and warn the damned workers of what would happen if they offended him.

Anyway, he now has Count Garion as a backer, so he has nothing to fear.

Any worker who dares to oppose himself without opening his eyes is waiting to be fired! Not even the salary will be settled to him!

There was a noisy noise outside the window, which made him frown involuntarily and reprimanded loudly, "Butler, what's going on?" Tell the servant downstairs to shut up for me, the noise is annoying. ”

He frowned dissatisfiedly, and went to the window to reprimand the uneducated servant, only to see the scene that stunned him.

The workers who had been working in the factory surrounded the walls of the farm, and the servants were trying to close the gate to prevent the angry workers from entering, but they were outnumbered, and the crowd quickly broke through the gate, trampled on the lawn of the manor house, and rushed towards it.

The angry cries of the workers overshadowed the sound of the Seine.

The sound of slogans flooded Viscount Mifa's villa.

"Down with the exploiting capitalists!"

"Get our hard-earned money back!"

"Workers are never slaves!"

Garion mingled in the crowd, shouting slogans loudly to boost the morale of the workers.

Usually Viscount Mifa treats them like cattle, and the workers who find a vent point vent their anger on his head!

There was a loud bang, the door of the room swayed back and forth, and the butler ran up desperately, Viscount Mifa turned his head and asked sharply, "What the hell is going on?" ”

The butler looked panicked and said to Viscount Mifa, "Oh no, Your Excellency, those workers want to rush in and arrest you!" Everyone is on strike and is coming towards the villa! ”

"What? All went on strike and rebelled? ”

This time, Viscount Mifa was completely panicked.

The streets along the banks of the Seine, which are usually quiet and unoccupied, are now blocked by angry workers.

More than 100 years after the French Revolution, the workers' movement in Europe taught the working class: if you are oppressed, you must rise up and resist.

Viscount Mifa knew very well how terrible the workers' movement was, and that in the more than 100 years of the French Revolution, many of the restored old nobles had been guillotined or hanged on telephone poles by terrible revolutionary thugs.

A few thin slaves could not stop the influx of the angry working class, and even the thugs could not cope with the huge torrent, and now they had to rely on the Paris police to save themselves.

However, it was too late.

It was like the floodgate being breached in an instant, and the workers rushed into the manicured lawn, which was a crazy farce.

The delicate sculptures were smashed, the white marble walls were splashed with paint, and the Parisians who stormed the villa began a frenzied smashing.

The glass was smashed, the furniture was smashed, the paintings were shredded, and the panicked servants were blocked directly in the room and not allowed to come out.

The sound of thudding and shattering made Viscount Mifa worry when he listened, and the entire luxurious villa was almost orderly demolished under unified command.

Viscount Mifa knew that it was too late to escape, so he could only negotiate with the workers who rushed in as much as he could.

The door of the room was directly smashed, and the angry crowd rushed in, Viscount Mifa hurriedly raised his hands and pretended to be innocent and said, "Please don't hurt me, we will discuss something slowly...... Huh? ”

However, halfway through his words, he was stunned.

Apparently the people who burst into the room did not want their true identities to be known, and covered their faces with a cloth.

It's over.

This was the last method in Viscount Mifa's heart.

He stared at the worker in the shabby Carmagno jacket in front of him, and had lost his attitude of being valuable, but cautiously accompanied the smiling face, and said, "If you have something to say, I can give you as much money as you want." As long as it doesn't hurt my life. If you can stop smashing my house, I can even give you two hundred francs each, and I beg you to spare me. ”

Yet he received a silent response.

This made a cold sweat break out on Viscount Mifa's forehead.

Garion hid behind his back and shouted at the top of his voice, "What are you waiting for, if you don't give us a salary increase, you will have to deduct it, this kind of person should be beaten!" ”

I don't know who shouted this, but the others immediately took action, and their fists and feet rained down on him.

For the first time, the pampered viscount experienced the feeling of being beaten up.

"Oops, stop fighting."

"Ahh Please, don't fight! ”

"Can't I give you a salary increase!"

The furniture in the room was smashed, and the angry workers picked up the broken wood and struck it like a stick at Viscount Mifa.

Viscount Mifa, who was scurrying with his head in his arms, was beaten to the point that his nose and face were swollen, and at this moment he finally knew that the domineering attitude in front of the workers was an illusion, and there was nothing more terrifying than the anger of the masses.

When he was beaten and couldn't crawl, the angry workers stopped what they were doing, and Garion walked to the front with his face covered, grabbed Viscount Mifa's collar, and said in a cold voice, "Are you afraid?" ”

Viscount Mifa lay on the ground and said weakly, "Don't fight......"

"In the future, if you dare to deduct the wages of the workers, we will beat you once we see you, and we will not be soft! If you want to go against the entire working class in Rouen, just try. ”