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"But what about the workers' weishenme going to join the Chartist struggle? What's in it for them? ”

Zhu Jishi really couldn't understand what the working people in Britain thought in this era? Do they need ballots now? Not at all! What they need is the right to subsistence and the right to development, not the illusory one-person-one-vote democratic elections!

"Because universal suffrage is bread! If workers want higher incomes, better working conditions, more social benefits, they have to have the votes first! ”

This is not Will. What Hemming said, but came in from the hallway. After Zhu Jishi heard this, he just smiled contemptuously, this is complete nonsense! In the same way as the later generations of the well-known and cent-cent parties, the later generations of Indian Arabs had votes, and the Arabs in Saudi Arabia, the United Arab Emirates, and Kuwait did not have votes, but who had a high income, good working conditions, and more social welfare?

Thinking of this, Zhu Jishi turned his head as if to refute, but when he saw the young man walking in from the open door, he was immediately stunned. This handsome bearded young man looks so familiar!

Tall, with a handsome face, a neatly trimmed beard, and a pair of blue eyes that radiated a sparkle of wisdom.

Zhu Jishi stood up abruptly, looking straight at each other with his eyes. The young man also walked over quickly, stretched out his right hand and smiled at Zhu Jishi: "Hello, I'm Friedrich. Engels! ”

En, en, Engels? The majestic and passionate Internationale immediately sounded in Zhu Jishi's mind, and his mouth opened, but he couldn't say a word.

It turned out that the "Oumen-Engels Textile Company" really had shares of the Engels family!

Will. Heming smiled and introduced: "Friedrich is the manager here, and the Omen-Engels company has his father's shares, and he is also a correspondent and writer for our Polaris newspaper -- this is Jason. Zhu, who was a very distinguished doctor who worked at Oumen Hospital; This lady is Roman. Mrs. Duran, my friend. ”

He patted Zhu Jishi on the shoulder again: "Jason, Jason...... What are you thinking? ”

Zhu Jishi barely reacted at this time, stretched out his hand to shake Engels, and smiled unnaturally: "Engels...... It is an honor to meet you, sir. ”

Holding Engels' hand, Zhu Jishi felt that he was so awesome this time! He shook hands and laughed face-to-face with Engels. This is the grandfather of GCD! In terms of seniority, they are older than Chairman Mao and Premier Zhou! If he and Marx hadn't come up with a GC truth, where would there be a GCD in the future? Where would New China come from without GCD?

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"Jason, are all the contents of your articles true? Is puerperal fever really spread through doctors' dirty hands and contaminated medical devices? Are British hospitals really riddled with deadly germs? By the way, what the hell is this germ? Can you prove his existence? ”

Zhu Jishi took out the haode article he had prepared and handed it to Will. Heming, Heming handed it to Engels after reading it, and Engels babbled a lot of questions. The look of this great god of GCISM asking serious questions made Zhu Jishi feel like he was in a cloud in his heart.

He was still thinking in his heart, should he ask Engels to rewrite his "composition"? Although his writing is passable, it is certainly incomparable with Engels. More importantly, if Engels were to write these articles, they should be selected into the "Complete Works of Marx and Engels" in the future!

In this way, his name will be able to pass on these cosmic truths for eternity......

Thinking of this, he hurriedly gathered his spirit and patiently introduced Engels to the knowledge of "Bacteriology".

"Wait a minute, Dr. Zhu, what exactly are you trying to achieve?"

Zhu Jishi's "medical class" was just halfway through when he was interrupted by Engels, and the god of GC ism looked at him with a frown, "If those theories of yours are all true, and weishenme doesn't publish them directly, I believe that the authority of the medical profession can't be completely ignored, right?" In that case, it's not too late for you to expose them through the newspapers. ”

Sure enough, he was seen through, and Zhu Jishi didn't plan to hide his true thoughts - who let the other party be Engels? How could his own little lying skill fool Engels?

"I want to be famous! Not only in the medical profession, but also in the public throughout Europe! So Zhu Jishi truthfully said his thoughts, "Mr. Engels, you can also see that I am a yellow race, and in Europe in this era, this skin color is an obstacle to success." But I'm really talented, not only in bacteriology, but also in pharmacy and chemistry, and not so long ago I invented three APIs that have the potential to change the landscape of Shijie's pharmaceutical industry, and I'm going to set up a pharmacy to produce drugs with these three APIs added to them. ”

"That's right." Engels and Heming were both surprised, and then looked at each other. One of the two is a great man, and he is naturally dung money. There is also one who has been a bit cynical lately, and has been a little dismissive of big capitalists or something. There was a sudden silence in the office.

Zuihou Engels nodded slightly, smiled and said, "Mr. Zhu, I can understand your thoughts...... If an Oriental does not have great prestige, it is indeed difficult to establish a career in Europe today. And we at Polaris are very prestigious among the working people of England, and I have some friends in the French and German presses, and if I contribute to them, they will publish them. But how do you prove that the bacteria you're talking about exists? ”

Will. Hemming chimed in: "Yes, Jason, Polaris' influence is based on its authenticity and the courage to speak for working people. If everything you bring up is true, Polaris will tell the public. Because we are not afraid of the Royal Society of Medicine! ”

Zhu Jishi smiled: "I can let you see the bacteria with your own eyes!" If you see it with your own eyes, there will be no fake, right? ”

Engels nodded and looked at Zhu Jishi with blazing eyes, "As long as you can see the bacteria with your own eyes, I will help you with this." Other than that...... If your pharmacy needs investment, I also have a way to help you raise a large sum of money. ”

Engels wants to invest, how can Zhu Jishi not agree? He also knew that Engels had made money, and he would use it to sponsor the Shijie Revolution and trouble the European reactionaries.

"Jason," Engels gently placed Zhu Jishi's manuscript on his desk and smiled faintly, "You really want us to help you publicize, do you?" ”

Zhu Jishi nodded, with a great god like Engels to help with publicity, it is difficult for him not to be popular!

"Okay, but all of your articles have to be rewritten, and I'll write them for you and sign your name." Engelston paused for a moment and explained: "The reason why I do this is because your article is not contagious, and the point of view is not sharp enough, and it is difficult to resonate with readers. Moreover, the academic meaning is too strong for most readers to understand at all, so it will not have much publicity effect. ”

"Sharp point ......of view," Zhu Jishi asked hesitantly, "There won't be any trouble, right?" ”

Engels smiled when he heard this: "If being charged by the Royal Medical Society is considered troublesome, you will have a little trouble, but you will also get more fame." People will see you as a Bruno-esque hero fighting against the evil bourgeois-controlled Royal Society of Medicine in defense of the public interest and science! ”

Zhu Jishi was already in a cold sweat on his head, and said in his heart, you won't make me a martyr, right?

"No, no, I don't want to get in too much trouble."

Engels shook his head with a smile, "If you want to be famous, how can you be afraid of trouble?" He looked at Zhu Jishi, who had a solemn face, and said with a smile: "Jason, you don't have to worry too much, Western Europe is not Russia under the rule of the tsar, let alone the Ottoman Empire, there are laws here, and science is very respected." The rulers of Western Europe wanted to make themselves appear wise and wise by respecting and sponsoring the arts and sciences. If you can become a well-known great scientist, I will keep you as a guest of honor for the royal family of Western Europe. ”

"But I'm a yellow man."

"Skin color is an issue, but it's not the most important issue, as long as you're talented and famous enough. Because there was not only England but also France, Austria, Prussia, and Spain in Western Europe, every ruler wanted to look smarter, and being friends with scientists would make their public image less stupid. ”