Oreo forced a forced smile, and he felt his heart clog.

"Why don't you go back first?"

He paused, adding, "I'll figure it out......"

The old man shook his head, and he gasped.

"I will always remember when I first came to Turin...... At that time, everyone lived in dilapidated houses, eating leftover food from the previous few streets, especially in winter, when the children did not even wear clothes, and people died every winter. ”

He rested for a moment and looked up at Oreo.

"Your Excellency Oreo, it was you who came later, and you introduced us to a lot of work, so that we had food to eat, clothes to wear, and a house to live in...... Didn't you say that you want to build a school, everyone is saving money every year, and when I wait until next spring, I will contact you to build a school...... It's only two months until spring......"

"Two months."

Oreo muttered, his eyes full of confusion.

The old man continued.

"The people of the back three streets just want to live...... Because we have nowhere else to go but Turin. ”

Angelyl silently watched Oreo's back, she had never seen Oreo so helpless.

Over the years, he had never turned down any request from the people of the Third Street, but now, he was clearly afraid of something.

He was definitely not afraid that he would be retaliated against by the nobles, but that he was worried about whether the people of the Third Street would be able to escape in the bloody storm that followed.

Thinking about this, Angelelle whispered.

"The people of the back three streets want to win their dignity, just like the Venada people built the Venada Empire, which is going to kill a lot of people, and Mr. Oreo doesn't want to see this happen."

Oreo turned around, looked at Angelyl, and said reluctantly.

"yes, a lot of people are going to die...... Many, much more. ”

The old man took two steps forward, closer to Oreo.

"Didn't you say that even without us, there would be a steady stream of new post-3rd street people coming to Turin, and we would have bled and even died, but it was worth it, because the new post-3rd street people would not be bullied like this again."

The old man wiped away his tears and said vaguely, "I won't be bullied like this again......

Oreo stretched out his hands to hold the old man, but finally put them back.

He looked at the crowd on the back third street and said helplessly.

"I can make sacrifices for you, but I can't force you to make sacrifices because I'm Atifa's husband, and Atifa's surname is Bedford.

Our rebellion is likely to be labelled as a claim for imperial power, and I can't let the people of the Back Third Street suffer more humiliation......"

A loud voice came from the crowd.

"But what if we succeed!"

Oreo hadn't really thought about this outcome, and just as he was hesitating, the crowd slowly boiled.

"Do people who work deserve to be bullied?"

"Why are we being bullied like this!"

"It's not fair!"

The shouts became louder and louder, and gradually there was a tsunami.

In the middle of the storm, Oreo took two steps back in a daze, as if he wanted to escape it all, but Angelil stopped him.

She glared into Oreo's eyes and said in a loud voice.

"Oreo Pravor, what the hell are you afraid of!"

Oreo avoids Angelyl's eyes.

"I'm not afraid of anything......"

"I know what you're afraid of!"

Angelil pointed to Oreo's nose bone, and said a word.

"You're everyone's savior on Back 3rd Street, and you enjoy the feeling of being adored, right? If you fail, you will become the object of everyone's spit, and you are afraid that you will lose everyone's respect! You're a wretched man who loves fame! ”

Oreo wanted to say something, but he didn't.

After a while, he said in disappointment.

"Angelyl, you'll never know what I'm doing, I promised someone that I would stay in the back 3rd Street well, and I would make the back 3rd Street people live a good life. But now you're all pushing me into the abyss of the people of the back three streets...... I can't be sorry for the people of the back three streets, and I can't be sorry for him......"

Angelyl asked.

"Him! Be! Who! ”

Oreo tugged at the corners of his mouth, he clearly didn't want to answer the question.

The shouts of the people on the back three streets gradually subsided, and everyone stared at Oreo again, who felt like he was almost nailed to the ground by these thousands of pairs of eyes.

Angelyl was almost driven crazy by the cowardly Oreo, and she reached out and grabbed Oreo's neckline, shaking his head desperately.

"Oreo Plavor, the rebellion of the people of the last three streets is no different from rebellion, I know you are afraid of creating opposition! You're afraid that Atifa will blame you when she comes back, right? But Atifa's surname is also Bedford, and who says that there can't be a queen in Turin! ”

Oreo slowly came to his senses, but he was still struggling.

Angelyl glared at Oreo and said through gritted teeth.

"If my sister were here, she would definitely kill you on the spot!"

Thinking of Atifa, Oreo finally made up his mind.

He glanced at Angelyl, then turned his head away.

"Reform will definitely require bloodshed, and I will shed blood with you...... But success is not guaranteed. ”

Seeing that Oreo was finally normal, Angelyl breathed a sigh of relief and put him down.

Oreo straightened his neckline and looked back at the third street.

"Reform is, in the final analysis, rebellion, but rebellion is not a bad thing...... If you are skeptical about this common goal or motive, then you just need to remember that this reform was initiated by Oreo Pravor himself, and he used money as an excuse to force you to participate in this reform, and whether this reform fails or not has nothing to do with the people of the last three streets. ”

With staggering steps, the old man slowly retreated into the ranks.

He looked at Oreo with all the people in the back three streets, and the muffled voice wafted through the alley.

"Your Excellency Oreo, for the bloodshed and sacrifice of the back three streets, everyone will die without regrets."

"Okay."

Oreo nodded, walked briskly into the office, and came out with a loudspeaker.

"Now, please send a representative from each factory to the front, and the others will go back first and wait for my news...... Wait for my orders! ”

The crowd quickly moved, and the remaining dozens of laborers slowly gathered towards Oreo.

Holding a loudspeaker, Oreo shouted.

"I'll send people to collect weapons tonight, and we'll strike tomorrow morning, so in order to delay the commotion caused by the strike as much as possible, everyone must find an excuse for their own strike."

A laborer shouted.

"Just find a reason to fight those people, right?"

Oreo nodded.

"Yes, exactly. Haven't some people been making guns? Now it's time to shoot! ”