It's a lifeless neighborhood.

The streets are unpaved, potholed, stinking, littered, with no drains and no sewers. The small, dilapidated and disorganized buildings impede air circulation, and since many people live in this small space, the air is a bit pungent and even rancid.

The banker Du-Taai couldn't help but pull out a handkerchief to cover his nose, his entourage was better, but his expression was clearly impatient. It is almost not on the same planet as the places and neighborhoods where they usually live and come and go, but they are too close to be separated.

Along the way, there were always girls in tattered clothes who smiled or waved at them, but the well-dressed bankers completely ignored the low-ranking prostitutes and walked straight ahead.

These are all female workers who have come from other provinces, and have been abandoned in this strange city to starve and be poor at the mercy of fate. In order to maintain their survival, they usually have to work in the workshop during the day and go out at night to work part-time as secret prostitutes, this life has already made them old and decrepit at a very rapid rate, and will completely destroy their youth and health in a very short time. If they're lucky, they'll probably live for a few more years.

Walking out of one compound and into another, through narrow and dirty alleys and aisles, they finally arrived at their destination. They walked into a room that barely collapsed.

There were already a few people inside, and they were dark-skinned. There are also thick calluses on the hands, bearing the marks of years of labor. They all look sturdy and lean.

When they saw Du Taai and his party, they were not surprised. On the contrary, he seemed very happy, and quickly stood up to greet them, and then beckoned them to sit down at the table. "Sir, you're finally here today!"

"I'm sorry, my friends, I've been delayed lately, so I've only found time today. I'm late. The banker greeted with a smile on his face and spread out his hands, but the pain in his brow bones and forehead still lingered in his heart. But it's not too late, is it? ”

"It's timely," a leader-looking man nodded, "if you brought what we expected......

"Oh. Of course. The banker nodded. While careful not to touch the greasy black table, he took out a neatly folded stack of bills from his pocket and slowly handed it to the other party, "This is what I prepared for you for a while." ”

"Great!" The chief took the bills, counted them carefully, and then he looked up at Monsieur du Taai, his weather-beaten face full of gratitude, "Sir." On behalf of our comrades, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to you. ”

"No thanks, I'm a friend of the people." Du Taai replied with a smile, and then whispered a reminder, "Remember to make good use of these donations and do as much as you can." ”

"Of course we will." He nodded, "The people will never forget your merits, don't worry, we will give you the greatest reward when the time comes." ”

"For the sake of France, this is what I should do." The chunky banker was smiling at the moment, and this professional smile he often used in front of his customers, "You must be careful!" ”

“xiexie！” The leader thanked him again.

"Looks like you're making a lot of progress right now?" Du-Taai asked softly.

"Yes, we have a lot of brothers who have lost their jobs lately because of the damn business spree. They can't support their families, and they can't support their children, so they are full of anger and waiting to vent. They don't need to say anything more, they will do it, as long as there are weapons and ammunition, then what are you afraid of! Anyway, in this world, we have to starve to death if we don't get shot, it's better to choose the former one, so let's do him well! ”

The banker's heart was shaken by the chief's impassionedness.

He was not touched by the other party, but secretly feared by this arrogance, because he knew deeply what it meant.

This is the war of the class, and he is only an ally in the guise of this class, not even an ally in reality, but the spearhead of the revolution, and if he is not careful, he may be burned by the flames of his own fire. He is now following his master's will to play with fire here, to earn a mountain of gold that even the Arabs dare not imagine in Sinbad the Sailor.

Yes, that's the class position.

In this era, the bourgeoisie and the working class both lived and hated each other, and the former feared the liliang of the latter, but could not help but want to use it to destroy the fortress of the feudal system, and they succeeded.

There are many time-travelers who think that as long as they develop modern industry, the peasants will rush into the factories to do hard labor, but they do not know that this is a very superficial idea, and China in the late 20th and early 21st centuries has been put into modern times.

In this era, machines were designed without safety protection at all, and they were simple and crude, they would devour workers' fingers, limbs and even lives, and it was not uncommon, no one took this as a thing, and there was no work-related injury insurance or compensation at all; In this era, no factory owner has ever thought about environmental protection or safe production, and even if he did, he didn't bother to spend money to do it for his workers, so he allowed sewage and toxic gases to spread everywhere in the factory, destroying the health of the workers and causing them to die prematurely.

And what is the living environment of the workers?

"The whole street and many of the alleys and courtyards were neither paved nor drained or drained of any kind; These places are piled up with sludge, garbage and all kinds of waste, which are gradually decomposing and fermenting; There are puddles of sewage almost everywhere, so the dwellings here are so dirty and rotten that diseases are rife and threaten the health of the whole city. ”

In fact, a traverser who was lucky enough to build a modern industry by luck, his work was definitely not completed at that moment, and it can even be said that his work had just begun.

He must then rack his brains to find a way to deal with his workers in a way that may be even more cruel than his enemies, so that they do not dare to be passive (at least not visibly) but also that they, to put it mildly, in their useful lives, will not be able to make enough money to get out of this sea of misery, or even if they do, he will not be able to get out of it, so that he can keep the skilled workers and keep his factory from being interrupted. And without these workers, without the poverty and enslavement of the workers, modern industry could not exist.

"If he is lucky enough to find a job, that is to say, if the bourgeoisie, in its compassion, is willing to use him to enrich himself, then what awaits him is a wage barely sufficient to keep his soul from leaving his body; If he can't find a job, then he can only go to work as a thief (if he is not afraid of the police), or starve to death, and all the police care about is that he dies quietly and does not disturb the bourgeoisie. ”

The British created such outcasts through the enclosure movement, and then used these generations of Englishmen who had no way out but to work and die young, and the Irish who had no way but starved to death in famine, and the newly bankrupt small homesteaders. The mortality rate of child and female workers is even higher.

The most cruel of them were victorious, and they built the Shijie factory of this era, the Shijie Empire of Britain, and the luxurious and glorious Victorian Age.

As Queen Victoria later famously said, her time was:

Glory，glory，gloryendless！

The Britons, who were cold and stubborn by nature, and who were never moved by external objects, were naturally able to do this, and they had little to worry about the uprising of the people, for this had never happened in the history of Britain. Because the Britons were best able to do so, their factory owners were invincible in the current competition with foreign competitors.

But this method cannot be completely taken by the French.

This was partly due to the fact that France was the most agrarian country in Western Europe, and that the Revolution destroyed a large part of the aristocratic estates, creating a large yeoman peasant class, leaving France without so many displaced people to be driven by the bourgeoisie; Partly because the French people have proven themselves over the past few decades.

It was these Frenchmen who cut off the heads of kings and queens and a whole bunch of dukes and marquises; It was these Frenchmen who, for twenty years, fought fearlessly against the whole monarchy of Europe, and won one battle after another; It was these French who erected barricades, launched uprisings, and repeatedly fought against the government.

The idea of equality and the spirit of rebellion had become so deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people that the July Dynasty government and the bourgeoisie did not dare to confront this liliang head-on, let alone let alone bring them to a desperate position.

But not being able to fight head-on does not mean that it cannot be used sideways, and even because this liliang is very powerful, it is the most valuable to use, Baron Bowang and his assistants are doing this now, they are looking forward to using this liliang to Zuihou to destroy the already crumbling dynasty, and then take advantage of the chaos to make a lot of money.

"Let's do a good job, then!" Du-Taai repeated the chief's words as if excited, then stood up and held out his hand to him, "I sincerely wish you every success. ”

Then we will reward you for sending you to the grave, he added in his heart.

The use of the proletariat does not mean that they expect the proletariat to win, and their first thought after Jihua success will be to do everything possible to extinguish the fire they have caused.

However, no one present could read his mind at the moment, so the leader could only show one performance.

He also stood up and clasped the hand of Du-Tayère, "an ardent patron of the republican revolution and a loyal citizen of France."

"Xiexie you, comrade!" (To be continued......)