As agreed, Charles came to a narrow street in the 17th arrondissement. Since it is mostly inhabited by the working class, it is much dirtier and noisier than in other places.

When he arrived at the agreed place, he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

"Citizens of France, stand up!"

Charles turned his head to see a plainly dressed young man standing on a corner stone, shouting loudly to his surroundings, and groups of people gathered around him from the side of the street, applauding his speeches from time to time.

For security reasons, the Bonapartist secret organization meetings were generally chosen in densely populated ghettos, and the district of St. Anthony, where it is located today, is precisely such a gathering area for workers and small citizens, where it is easy for people to gather and flee during the day, and even better because the inhabitants are generally somewhat anti-government and do not cooperate very much with the agents of the Ministry of the Interior.

"Citizens! Wake up! Stand up! Don't be fooled by rhetoric anymore, what have you gained by all your hard work? The flames of the revolution from which the nobles thought they had fled continue to flourish and laugh at and despise you, the toiling masses, while spending their days and drunk! The times have torn off all the veils, and the question before us now is this: whether it is progressive or reactionary, whether it is revolutionary or counter-revolutionary, whether it is for the people or against the people. The problem is here, nothing else! There is only one thing we have to do, and that is to bring down all the ridiculous kings and courts, and make France a glorious republic once again, standing at the top of Europe! ”

Although the government has already shown signs that public opinion is out of control, it is really surprising that this kind of agitation by the republicans has reached the stage of being carried out openly in broad daylight.

Charles was intrigued, so he paced slowly and without a trace, quietly listening to the agitation of the young man.

“…… Those who think that they can destroy our doctrines, tear up our manifesto, and deprive the French people of their rights by guns and prisons, are ridiculously stupid! We destroyed the Bourbon dynasty once, and we will destroy this dynasty later! ”

The people next to him were clapping and cheering.

"Enough!" Suddenly, a neatly dressed middle-aged man next to him spoke up, causing silence. "Do you still want to preach the revolution today? France has had enough. ”

Eyes with hostility or suspicion swept towards him from the crowd, and the middle-aged man's face turned a little pale, but he still insisted on looking at the young man.

The young man was momentarily amazed by this unexpected challenge, and then began to smile like a missionary.

"Enough up? No, sir, France will never have enough until it has accomplished its objectives. ”

"Target?" The middle-aged man laughed mockingly. "What did you get by revolutionizing France? After so many years of bloody rain, so many heads rolling to the ground, most of them are still innocents, what did they get after paying so much?! ”

"France was given the opportunity to live with the king without being ashamed, and the nobility was only a part of the common people." The youth calmly replied. "From then on, although the inequality brought about by blood still exists, no oppressed person will ever consider it natural and accept it as God's will and destiny!"

"Is this all that has been gained through the blood of hundreds of thousands of people!"

"Isn't that enough?!" The youth let go of daxiao.

The onlookers also applauded.

"But ......" Under the pressure of the surrounding crowd, the middle-aged man hesitated a little, he still wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

"So, sir, are you hoping for a bloodless revolution?" The young man sneered. "It's naïve!"

"What a Jacobin!" The other party's eyes widened, "Do you think you can bring yourself any benefits by preaching it like this?" Beware of turning into another Danville! ”

"It's better to become Danville than to continue to be the king's servant." The young man replied in a tone of course. "How can we tolerate a society that divides the natural nobility of human beings by bloodline rather than ability!"

[Referring to Fukier-Danville, the government prosecutor of the terror of the Revolution, who was prosecuted by many "counter-revolutionaries" in the Revolutionary Court, which was almost synonymous with execution because government law forbade prisoners from hiring lawyers to defend themselves without having to hear testimony and made the death penalty the only punishment.] In 1795, however, Danville himself was guillotined by his political enemies. 】

The onlookers cheered violently again.

The middle-aged man who looked like a businessman wanted to argue something more, but he saw that he didn't seem to welcome here, so he just sighed, shook his head, and turned away.

The young man, who felt his victory, once again shouted out to his audience. "Citizens, remember everything I have said today, France is in your hands, do not give it up! When you need to stand up, please stand up! The day is coming to reckoning with everything, are you ready to take on the burden? ”

"Ready!" The crowd thundered with joy and applause.

"Well, then, wait for our call!" He roared and raised his hands with the radiance of a martyr on his face.

No one noticed, and he glanced at Charles with a hidden gaze, and Charles nodded approvingly, sending a message of "well done" with his eyes.

"The police are coming!"

"The police are coming!"

Suddenly, shouts were heard from everywhere, and the people who were incited were warning the low-voiced youth, while deliberately creating chaos to prevent the police from approaching, and buying time for the youth to flee.

"Citizens, please remember what I said!" The young man shouted again, then took out a large stack of leaflets from his bosom and threw them desperately, then burrowed into an alley, and Zuihou disappeared.

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"Well done!"

In the hurrying carriage, Charles handed the young man a handkerchief. "You've really worked hard."

"It's all for the cause." The young man shook his head nonchalantly, then wiped the sweat from his body with a handkerchief. "Looks like it was a success today."

"Well, it's been quite successful, and it's been a success." Charles nodded in agreement. "I feel like it's never been so good."

"Of course, the people here love to hear this." The young man replied with a smile.

This was one of the instigators within the Bonapartist organization, but Charles had only met each other a few times, and had never asked for his name, and he had never asked him.

"Be careful, though." Charles asked. "Recently, the government seems to have noticed something, and it has been investigating it very strictly."

"yes, I know." The young man nodded briskly, still unconcerned. "However, sometimes I was really almost confused by what I said, and I really wanted to go and follow them for real!"

"A demagogue shouldn't pay too much attention to what he's talking about." Charles replied in a low voice. "We incite the revolution only to betray it, always keep that in mind."

"I know."

For the Bonapartist faction, in order to achieve the goal of Zuihou, it was necessary and necessary to incite the revolution of the plebeians in order to overthrow the dynasty.

Propaganda and incitement are a technique that distinguishes between targets and grasps the psychology of the other party to formulate targeted strategies. It would be extremely ridiculous to indoctrinate the same kind of propaganda into every group with different interests. For the poor, the ideals of imperial glory and splendor were too far away, and the only things that could inspire them to rise up and bring down the present regime were visible interests, class hatred, and republican ideas. So the propagandists of the Bonapartist faction could also make cameos as republican radicals in the face of the poor without any scruples.

However, there can be no doubt that this propaganda of the Bonapartist faction carried the seeds of betrayal from the very beginning. If they succeeded in provoking the revolution, their next task would be to suppress it, and if a republic was established, they would destroy another republic like the Emperor Napoleon. The Charr has nothing to hide, and if they want to carry out the conspiracy and usurp the power they covet, they should not be afraid to bear the sewage and notoriety that the conspiracy brings.

Charles was well aware that he was also trying to overthrow the present dynasty, but that the Bonapartist faction was not essentially for the people in general, they were still defending the interests of a certain "reactionary class", for which he did not intend to give any noble moral quibble.

He chose his current path according to his position, interests, and ideals, and he has never regretted it.

He also knew that if his ultimate ideal was realized, many French would pay with their lives, and he did not feel guilty about it.

At least, because of my efforts, France was able to reach the glory of Zuihou with much less blood than in 1914-1918, when a million and a half million people died and almost nothing was found, as Charles consoled himself.

And he can do everything in his power to make life a better life for the people - if all goes well.

"However, sometimes I wonder if one day, when our goals are achieved, will there be the same group of people who use the same means to incite these people to destroy us in the same way?" The young man asked suddenly.

"This? It depends. Charles replied vaguely.

"Depends on the situation?" The young man was a little surprised by his answer.

"There is a kind of inertia on the part of the people, and they choose to tear everything down when they feel that there is no way out." Charles looked out the window. "Few people have the courage to do so until they can at least live. Therefore, as long as we do a good job in the future, so that the people have something to do and food and clothing, then any incitement may not be effective. ”

"Really?"

"The people are more endurant than you think, and even the French who are full of rebellious spirit will not want to rebel every day at the risk of being shot, right? Not to mention other peoples, even if some people reach a Jedi that others find unbearable, they will still be deceived by ignorance or habit and do not choose to resist. ”

"Huh?"

"Let me tell you a story. In the far east, there was a group of people whose property and even personal freedom were occupied by slave owners and monks, who treated the lower classes like domestic animals, and often even used their organs and lives as religious sacrifices...... Yet nearly a thousand years later, they have shown no resistance. ”

"Wouldn't it?!"

"This is not the end of the story, the end of the story is that a group of foreigners came and drove out the slave owners and monks, giving them freedom, dignity and property...... As a result, one day, some of these people suddenly accused the foreigners of being invaders, deprived them of their faith, insulted their noble traditions, smeared oil all over their bodies, and then burned themselves alive to protest the invasion and interference of the foreigners......"

"Hahahaha, you must be telling a joke, right? It's just a name for the East. The young man burst out laughing.

"Well, of course I'm telling a joke, and that's a joke." Charles smiled slightly, said no more about the subject, and then pulled a page from his bosom and handed it to the other party. "This is the latest material, you can print more flyers and distribute them everywhere!"

"What's that?" The young man took it with some confusion, and then casually browsed it. "Prime Minister Sirte took bribes from the Duke of Plasland to help him hide the murder of his wife? Wow...... Boy! Is this true? ”

"Just believe it."