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The promulgation of the Nine-Hour Work Day Act, which filled the otherwise calm streets of France with cheering crowds, was the first historic victory of the working class, which allowed the Provisional Government to make compromises and concessions and formally pass the Act in the form of law to protect vital interests.

On the fourth floor of 13 George Wick Street, the blue velvet curtains were lifted, and a pair of indifferent eyes looked at the cheering crowd, and the corners of his mouth were still curled with mockery. Favre looked at the people who were marching and cheering long live Napoleon, and couldn't help but sneer, "These fools don't want to think that if the capitalists lose their profits, their factories will go out of business, and naturally there will be no wages." The Provisional Government was only using them as pawns, but it was triumphantly proclaiming great victories. ”

Gambida picked up a bottle of Aquavet, unscrewed it, and poured half a glass into the goblet. Hearing Favre's ridicule, he responded, "The real purpose of the nine-hour work bill is not to co-opt the working class, but to force the capitalists to bow to Napoleon." ”

"Oh?"

Favre turned his head, stared at Gan Bida, who seemed to be smiling, and asked suspiciously, "Why do you say that?" ”

"Because there is no emperor in republican France."

Favre frowned, not knowing what Gambida was trying to say.

Gambi took a sip of his wine and continued, "Others thought that Napoleon was trying to save France, but he wanted to form a highly centralized military government, so he needed to establish absolute authority and grace among the people. The nine-hour work bill was the first line of battle to challenge Congress. Let us not forget that it has always been the leader of the republic whose power is subject to parliament, and if he wants to get rid of it, he must first incite the people against the industrial bourgeoisie represented by the parliamentarians. War bonds, on the other hand, were used to rob the capitalists of their wealth and concentrate it on the part of the government. ”

Favre's face changed in shock, he had no idea that Napoleon had such a plan behind him.

If the industrial bourgeoisie was unwilling to bow to him, Napoleon would certainly have further incited the mob to make more drastic moves, but the French financial family behind the industrial bourgeoisie would certainly not let the other side do so, so Napoleon's wishful thinking would have failed. As long as the Banque de France cut off financial aid to the Provisional Government, they would soon be scattered like a plate of sand. A provisional government without the support of banks is like a crystal cup, beautiful but fragile. In the end, it is up to us Republicans to come to power and clean up the mess. ”

When Ganbida said this, he had just finished drinking the wine in his glass.

So no matter how impassioned the reaction of the people in the street at Napoleon's instigation, the next day they will be dispersed because the backbone of the main body is dissolved. Perhaps this ambitious impostor wanted to become the second Napoleon, but the representative of the Banque de France could even send someone to replace him. Don't overestimate the bottom line of these high-tech financial families, they can do anything if they are in a hurry. They are just greedy businessmen, and it is not a matter of killing the leader or changing the regime in their eyes. ”

Favre clenched his glass, saying whatever he wanted, but finally sighed, "It's a personal measure...... Comparable to the real Napoleon......"

"What's more...... His political prowess was far superior to that of all people. ”

As soon as Gan Bida finished speaking, the door of the apartment was suddenly opened.

Picard ran through the door panting, his face pale, his hands on his knees, half-crouched on the ground panting. There is no calmness and composure at all.

"What's wrong?"

Gan Bida got up from the couch, walked up to him, and motioned for the other party to speak slowly.

Picard thrust his waist and said a word from between his teeth with a twisted expression.

"France...... The Banque de France suddenly announced...... Support, Napoleon. Now Paris...... The mob in Paris may turn to ...... The Sherid's manor went. ”

Hearing Picard's words, Favre, who was enjoying the show through the curtain, also turned his head silently, just in time to meet Gampida's eyes.

"Where are you going?"

A sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in Favre's heart, and with the next sentence that Picard blurted out, the worry became a reality.

"They...... To cut down the ...... of the opponents Head. ”

The glass in his hand fell to the ground and fell apart. Favre and Gambida looked at each other and said a word at the same time.

"Oops!"

The courtyard of Shelled was not far from the left bank of the Seine, but it was already surrounded by angry people.

The Blanquists had incited the masses to tell the unsuspecting people that the big capitalists, led by Shried, not only opposed the introduction of the nine-hour working day bill, but even declared that if the Provisional Government did not revoke the Act, they would dismiss the workers en masse, and would not recognize the legitimacy of the Provisional Government in exchange for their compromises.

But more than 100 years ago, the French Revolution taught the Parisians: if they are oppressed, they must rise up and resist.

The workers' movement was terrible, and in the more than 100 years of the French Revolution, many of the restored old aristocracy had been sent to the gallows by the terrible People's Revolutionary Government.

The workers' slogans covered the left bank of the Seine.

The sound of slogans flooded the Sheridd Manor.

"Whoever dares to oppose the nine-hour work week will have his dog's head cut off."

"Whoever dares to oppose Napoleon's claims is ***."

A few thin servants could not stop the influx of the angry working class, and it was a crazy farce that the people of Paris rushed into the manicured lawns as the floodgates were breached.

Delicate sculptures were smashed, white marble walls were spilled with paint, and the people of Paris who stormed the courtyard began a grand demolition campaign. The glass was smashed, the furniture was smashed, and the few guards who had tried to come out to stop were blocked in the room by a mob armed with revolvers.

Napoleon wanted to make them feel what is called a proletarian insurrection!

The thudding sound made Shriid's heart wother, and the entire luxurious villa was demolished in an orderly manner under unified command, and everything of value inside was smashed.

The demolition of the people's team, calm, obey the command, abide by the order, follow the principle of only demolishing the house and not the people, smashed the Shelid manor into ruins.

Everyone in the room was blocked in their seats by the influx of gun-wielding mobs.

Shried stared at the worker in the worn Carmagno jacket in front of him, who had lost his attitude of being valuable, but cautiously accompanied the smiling face, and said, "If you have something to say, this gentleman." If you want money, we can give it to you, as much as you want. As long as it does not harm the safety of our lives. If you can stop smashing my house, I can even pay you all 200,000 francs. ”

Sheridd tried to stall for the police to come over.

"Money? If money can solve all problems, why do we need a revolution? ”

A sneering voice sounded outside the door, and Shriad subconsciously glanced at the door, only to see layers of human heads.

The next scene made the capitalists and aristocrats present change their faces, and the people crowded at the door made way for a passage, and a man of not tall stature stood at the door, looking at the people in the conference room calmly.

The citizens of Paris looked at the man standing at the door, respectfully. Under the watchful eye, Napoleon stepped on the intricately textured floor step by step and entered the conference room.

"It's you!"

Seeing that face, Shellid's face changed suddenly. Other nobles, even those who had never seen Napoleon, guessed the identity of the other party for the first time after seeing that familiar face.

However, the monarch who ruled over all beings had no interest in the ants at all, and he gathered around the crowd and retorted with a sneer, "The working class does not bother to conceal their opinions and intentions. They openly declared that their aim could only be achieved by the violent overthrow of all the existing capitalists. ”

When Napoleon said this, the faces of everyone present changed suddenly.

"In other words, either you choose to compromise, or the workers cut off all of your heads, leaving no one behind."