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Zhu Jishi and Isabel chatted all the way, and when they returned to the factory on Vincent Street, it was already dinner time at six or seven o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, the price of land in Britain was not high, so the area of this factory was quite considerable, three or four hundred acres, equivalent to more than 2,000 acres of Chinese acres. Since it has not yet officially opened, the factory is quiet, which is completely different from the noise and noise of the surrounding area.

At the factory gate were a number of poor people in ragged and bare feet, mostly Irish immigrants, who would always lose their jobs earlier than the English in this economic downturn. It's just that today they can only be disappointed, the factory has already recruited a group of porters, as for the workers on the production line will not be recruited for the time being, because the design of the pharmaceutical and rubber production lines has not yet been completed - there are not many ready-made production lines in this era to buy, you need to find engineers to design their own, and some equipment even has to be customized, so it will take a lot of time.

Only the office building in the factory has lights out, of course, not electric lights, and now there is no electricity, all lit by candles and whale oil lamps. Isabel told Zhu that Robert . Churchill was in the office building accompanied by the elder Blomsteain, an elderly Jewish military doctor who had retired from the British Army and was now deputy general manager of Hero Pharmaceuticals.

"Jason, hurry up, Roman must be ready for dinner, I'm starving." When he got out of the carriage, the countess took Zhu Jishi's arm and urged him to hurry upstairs, and said that Madame Duran had prepared dinner.

"Roman is coming to Manchester, too?" Zhu Jishi said in his heart, this stares at herself tightly enough! If there is such a beautiful and coquettish French woman pursuing him after 170 years, he will definitely dump Ye Yiren. From this point of view, I am not bad in this era.

Just when Zhu Jishi was a little complacent, he suddenly heard the sound of a loud quarrel coming from the corridor.

"Universal suffrage is just a tool for the poor people of the lower classes to get something for nothing, and such an institutional arrangement will cause the degeneration of Western society, which is not allowed by any responsible gentleman!"

"It is the whole upper class that really gets what is not earned! Look at what the guys at the Omarc Club are up to all day? What have they contributed to this society? Why are you so rich? ”

"Everyone in the Omarc Club is worthy of respect, their wealth either comes from noble blood, or because they or their ancestors are good at management and creation, in fact, anyone has the opportunity to become a member of the Omarc Club, even the yellow people from China!"

Listening to the voice, there were two men arguing, one of whom should be the great god Engels, Zhu Jishi remembered that he had asked Engels to come to the factory, and wanted to discuss with him the issue of co-publishing a book -- that is, a book that introduced European military and politics to China, and Zhu Jishi wanted Engels to be the main writer and himself in charge of translating.

Pushing open the door of an office, Zhu Jishi saw several men and women sitting in a staggered room, and Engels was among them, looking at a nasty fat man, Churchill, who had come to Manchester with the Isabel sisters. There is also a thirteen or fourteen-year-old British little Lori sitting next to this fat man, wearing a half-worn but cleanly washed skirt, no matter how she looks on her body, she looks like she is one size bigger, although she looks very attractive, but she always lacks some temperament, and her bright eyes are staring at the food on the table, and she doesn't look like a lady from a big family.

The fat man put one hand around the little girl's waist, a pair of bull's eyes glared at the boss, and the other hand also held a lit cigarette, no matter how you look at it, it is a little annoying rich second generation, no, their Churchill family has been rich for more than two generations.

Seeing Zhu Jishi and Isabel walking in, the fat man didn't quarrel with Engels, he stood up and greeted him, first kissed Isabel on the cheek (really not a good courtesy), and then shook hands with Zhu Jishi with a smile and said: "Jason, xiexie, you saved me, if it weren't for you, I would be a cold corpse now." ”

"That's what I'm supposed to do." Zhu Jishi smiled. This is from the heart, although Qiu Fatzi is a nasty guy, but without his 50 pounds, Zhu Jishi's days when he first arrived in this era were not so comfortable.

Engels also greeted him, hugged Zhu Jishi, and ...... Kissed each other on the cheek! Well, this shows that the relationship between Zhu Jishi and Engels is quite iron!

"Friedrich, this is Isabelle. Countess de Neve, my friend - this is Friedrich. Engels was the manager of the Ommen-Engels textile factory, and my best friend. While introducing Isabel and Engels to each other, Zhu Jishi was uncertain about whether his big portrait would also be hung with Marx and Engels in the future.

"This is Robert. Churchill, Friedrich, I think you already know him, right? Zhu Jishi pointed at the fat man and smiled at Engels.

"Yes, we already know each other." The two of them spoke in unison, but the expressions on their faces were a little stiff, obviously not all the way.

"This young lady is ......" Zhu Jishi pointed to the little girl who was drooling over the food on the table, and said in his heart: "This is definitely not the surname Churchill." ”

"She?" Qiu Fatzi haha smiled, "I don't know, I saw it on the way to the factory, and it cost three shillings." ”

"Humph!"

Engels snorted coldly when he heard this. Zhu Jishi sighed in his heart, it turned out to be a young prostitute who sold himself for three shillings!

"Jason, I've got to leave beforehand." Engels looked at the fat man and said goodbye to Zhu Jishi.

"Okay, I'll send you." Zhu Jishi did not stay, and walked out with Engels.

"Friedrich, I would like to ask you for a favor...... Zhu Jishi told Engels about the idea of publishing a book, and Engels readily agreed immediately.

"By the way, there was something I almost forgot." Engels suddenly said to Zhu Jishi: "My friend, the editor-in-chief of the Rheinische Zeitung, Karl . Mr. Marx has been in some trouble lately, and may have to leave Germany for refuge in England, and I think you could ask him to write a book on the history and politics of the countries of Europe, and he has studied this subject more than I do. ”

Cal. Marx......

Well, the majestic and passionate international anthem sounded in Zhu Jishi's mind again, and he didn't know what the thief's arrangement meant? How long has it been since I arrived in this era, and I have known Engels and will soon know Marx! Could it be that God wants to arrange for himself to be the grandfather of GC doctrine?

"By the way, what kind of trouble is Mr. Marx in trouble with?" Zhu Jishi asked with interest.

"He published a series of articles attacking the Prussian government over the 'timber theft', and recently the Prussian government ordered the seizure of the Rheinische Zeitung, which he edited."

"Timber theft?" Zhu Jishi wondered if Marx was working against the Prussian government because he sympathized with a thief from a proletarian family.

Engels sighed and explained: "Here's the thing, in western Germany there are large areas of forests and meadows, where the inhabitants of the original life can cut wood and graze. Later, however, some aristocratic landowners seized the vast expanse of forest and meadow, and the inhabitants were not allowed to come closer. Many residents want to collect some firewood and grass in the mountains and forests, but it is considered theft. The majority of the population was dissatisfied, and the German parliament had to seriously consider these matters. However, they only considered the noble landlords, and the result of their deliberations was that the actions of the inhabitants were indeed theft! If it continues, it must be solved by legal means! ”

"Not even a single chopping wood!?" Zhu Jishi thought to himself, what kind of world is this? Needless to say, the working people of Germany must be living in dire straits now!