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Although William Wolfer looked like a burgher in England, his strong German accent betrayed his identity. No matter how much he disguised himself as an elegant Englishman, he could not change the fact that he was born into a dependent peasant family in the village of Shatarnowau in the Silesian county of Schvedny. Because of his revolutionary activities, he went into exile at the end of 1845. Participated in the activities of the German Workers' Communist Education Association in London.

Then in Brussels, he established a sincere fighting friendship with Karl Marx and Engels, participated in the creation of the Communist League. He served as editor-in-chief of the Communist Magazine, a journal of the League. He was a veteran of the communist movement, but at the following international congress he submitted a draft program full of the spirit of bourgeois democracy, which was strongly opposed by Marx and others, and finally failed.

After that, William Wolfer's ending was somewhat mysterious, and he died shortly after the meeting, and even the cause of death was only a few mention.

Garion was only a "bourgeois democrat" at the International Congress, and he didn't have much to say, so he didn't want to comment much on Wolfer, a veteran figure who had nothing to do with the overall situation.

However, the other party did have a hospitable look, and even like a pyramid schemer, he almost grabbed Garion's clothes and chattered endlessly.

"Can this gentleman take a moment of your time? I wish I could tell you about our Heavenly Father and Savior, Kesu, oh no, communism. ”

Although William Wolf was enthusiastic, he was not so reckless. In order to pass the long time on the train, he provoked a topic.

"What is your occupation?"

"Me?"

Garion pointed to himself, pondered for a moment, and said, "I've done everything, I've been in the investment business, I've written publications, I've been in prison, I've written poetry. I have seen all kinds of life and the hot and cold state of the world. ”

Wolfer was speechless for a moment, and all the words he had prepared were choked in his mouth, and he opened his mouth before finally saying, "Oh my God, what a rich life." ”

He originally wanted Garion to be interested in the Communist League, but the other party guessed what he was thinking, and deliberately followed the topic, "Yes, after so many events, I found that the world is not fair, but we can't do anything, we can only watch, and there is nothing we can do." If the poor and the workers can unite to form a powerful force, the government will also back down. ”

"Only we can change the status quo, and it's dangerous to blindly put our hopes in other people."

Wolfer finally found an opportunity to cut into the conversation and start selling his theory. "Workers, the poor, the exploited and oppressed, must be led by the social elite to fight against the oppressive governments and employers, so that these poor people can be truly liberated." And our existence is to lead them to true victory. ”

Pretending to be surprised, Garion asked, "Sounds good, but how do you guarantee that the elite of society won't oppress these poor creatures?" ”

Wolfer was stunned for a moment, he hadn't thought about it before.

"Since it is for the broad masses of the working people, it is for the broad masses of the working people to represent their interests, and why should a group of the bourgeoisie of the social elite be represented, on this question I cannot agree with His Excellency Wolfer. ”

"Because spontaneous popular revolutions often have limitations, they may not know how to win......

Garion held his hands and looked at him calmly, the scenery outside the window kept flying backwards, leaving the two people facing each other like a riddle.

"How, then, can we guarantee that the interests of the bourgeoisie, under the leadership of the representatives of the bourgeoisie, will not be stolen by another class? Obviously not the same class, but to lead another class in a revolution? At the end of the day, who can guarantee that they won't be taken advantage of by this group? Maybe Wolfer is a German and has no idea. But during the French Revolution, we were no stranger to such dirty methods. The new aristocracy and capitalists instigated a revolt among the citizens of Paris to cut off the head of King Louis. Then he turned around and sent troops to suppress the civilians who demanded bread and peace. ”

“…… This is because ......"

Wolf had nothing to say for a while, and he originally wanted to preach the theory of socialist equality, but he was reprimanded by the other party.

"There is nothing because, this is the reason why the proletariat has repeatedly insurrected and failed, and don't you, as representatives of the broad proletariat, sum up the failures?"

Garion reopened it, continuing to read the unfinished chapters, and finally added a sentence.

"I hope that Your Excellency Wolfer will discuss these issues with me after he truly understands what class is and what socialism is."

After that, the two were silent, and the atmosphere remained silent until the train arrived. Garian packed his bags and prepared to get out of the car. And Wolfer followed him, walking out of the crowd.

The bearded man with the black hat in the crowd stood out, and when he saw Garion, he greeted him warmly and gave him a hug.

"Your Excellency Karl Marx, we meet again."

"Hello, Lord Garrian."

Garian also gave the other party a warm hug, much to the surprise of Wolfer, who was standing on the sidelines. The person who had nothing to say to refute himself on the train just now was actually a friend of Marx.

"Oh, dear Lord Garrian, welcome to London."

Marx gave each other a warm hug, and when he saw Wolfer standing beside him, he asked in surprise, "His Excellency Wolfer is also here?" ”

Wolfer smiled awkwardly and nodded.

Marx quickly turned around and introduced the person standing next to Garrian, "By the way, this is also our comrade, Mr. Wolfer." Lord Wolfer, this is Mr. Garion. ”

Wolfer touched his nose awkwardly and smiled at Garion.

"It turns out that you are also a friend of Carl."

Marx looked at the two of them with strange expressions and asked in surprise, "You know each other?" ”

"Of course we do."

With a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, Garian winked at Wolfer, "We had a cordial and friendly conversation on the train before. It really impresses me, right, Lord Wolfer? ”

"Lord Garrian, don't laugh."

Wolfer did not want to continue on this awkward issue and hurriedly changed the subject. Noticing Karl Marx's puzzled gaze, he explained, "Just now he had nothing to say about me. ”