"Fellow citizens! Citizens! We can't continue to let the aristocratic lords who only know how to be greedy for money and play with women dominate the council!

France is our France, the homeland of all French people. We can't continue to be controlled by such a group of people, we have to get our rights back, and we have to declare war on this tyranny......! ”

On the campus of the University of Paris, a student in a black uniform shouted loudly.

"Take back the rights that belong to us!" Another student in a black uniform raised his fist and shouted.

"Take back the rights that belong to us!" All raised their hands into fists and shouted.

"We are going to take to the streets, with our youth and blood, against the tyranny of autocracy. Long live France! Long live the French! ”

"Long live France! Long live the French! ”

The enthusiasm of the young students was thoroughly stirred up by the slogans of agitation.

"We're going on strike! We have to take to the streets to fight this tyranny. We, the young people, need to be at the forefront of the fight against this tyranny. ”

A bespectacled professor jumped on the platform and yelled at the students below.

"Take to the streets and fight tyranny!" The students below cheered.

"I still want to go to class, and my thesis is almost finished." Suddenly, a weak voice sounded in the corner.

"Who! Who and where, we fight for the happiness of millions of people. Which coward you do as a shrunken turtle! ”

"It's him, Claude Monet!"

A bespectacled, emaciated little boy was pushed out.

"Pull him up!" The professor shouted as he pointed at Claude Monet.

"Don't! No! Several thick arms tugged at him, and Claude Monet dodged helplessly, but was still thrown onto the high platform by several burly students.

"Claude Monet! The struggle is a matter for every student, or every Frenchman.

Are you French? Claude Monet! The professor asked with a gloomy face.

"Yes...... Yes, Mr. Professor! But I just wanted to finish my thesis and graduate and get a job. Claude Monet's lips trembled, and he spoke not much louder than a mosquito.

"Looking for a job, I think you want to be a lackey of those aristocratic lords." The professor sneered and took the scissors from one of the students.

"Hold him down, and today we will first judge this man who aspires to be a lackey of the nobility." As soon as the professor gave the order, several students jumped up with big shoulders and round waists, and held Claude Monet down to death.

The professor walked over, and the scissors in his hand "clicked" and "clicked". He grabbed Claude Monet's hair and cut off a large lock of hair as soon as he cut it.

"Don't! Don't! Leave me alone, Mr. Professor! I was wrong! Claude Monet was held down and could not move, and he could only cry and beg for mercy with tears in his eyes.

But the professor didn't want to let him go, and the scissors continued to cut on his head. Or rather, his white scalp was covered with blood, and in a short time Claude Monet was a wretched worm with blood and hair on his face.

The wind blew away Claude Monet's hair and Claude Monet's pride. He cried, but the people in the audience were even crazier.

Every time the professor cut off a strand of his hair, the people cheered.

"We have to fight, we can't be lackeys for the nobles!" The professor kicked down, and Claude Monet, who was already on the verge of coma, raised his hands and shouted.

"We will fight and kill the lackeys of the nobles!"

"Go to the school gate to get new clothes, as well as umbrellas and masks, and let's go out on the street." The professor shouted as he pointed to the yellow clothes and masks on the long desk at the entrance of the school.

"Professor! Why umbrellas? "The students don't quite understand why they have to carry umbrellas in winter.

"The umbrella is not a weapon, but it is our weapon. In this way, the lackeys of the nobility could not arrest us on charges of illegal possession of weapons. ”

"It's still the professor's thoughtfulness." The students in the underground were very impressed.

Nightfall! In a bar in Paris, a group of people who have just left work or have no job are chatting in the bar.

Now that the economy is sluggish, many people can only ask for a glass of beer to drink slowly. There are even some people who are financially constrained and can only follow the fool without beer.

There is no entertainment for the poor, and having a warm place to sit and chat is happiness for them.

"Hey! Have you heard, tomorrow you just have to go to the street and follow the procession, and you will get two francs. It's better than going to work in a factory! A lewd-looking guy said loudly.

"Is there such a good thing?" A guy at the same table asked curiously.

"That's it! Even if it's a lie, a trip to Parliament Square is not less than a piece of meat. Go there and check it out, and if there's any money to be made, we'll be able to have a beer tomorrow night. The lewd man's words attracted the attention of many unemployed vagrants.

They don't have anything else but time. Idle all day doing nothing, now there is such a good thing, whether it is true or not, go and see.

Besides, even if you are deceived, you don't seem to have anything to lose.

"What do you do when you get to the square? Who to get the money from? The table asked the lewd man loudly.

"In front of the statue in the square, someone will give you clothes, and naturally someone will send you money. Be quiet, don't let others listen to such a good thing. The lewd man seemed to suddenly remember that he was in a beer hall.

"Oh! Good, good! The tablemate sneakily glanced around.

The people who had just pricked up their ears to listen turned their heads away, pretending not to hear.

The lewd man drank a beer with his table mate and got up to leave, and soon they appeared in another beer hall not far away, continuing to talk "quietly" about the good business that would make money tomorrow.

The patrol officers patrolled the streets normally, and when they came to the square in front of the parliament building, they found many people wearing yellow vests standing in the square.

"Who are these?" The patrolman asked his companion with some confusion.

"I don't know, I haven't heard of any recent demonstrations or anything."

"Could it have anything to do with the Speaker beating the councillor?" A patrol officer remembered the sensational news two days ago.

"No, that councillor is a professor, how can there be so many people to help him out?" The patrol saw more and more people, as if a stream was flowing into a lake.

There were more and more people in the square, and the patrol did not dare to stop them when they saw so many people, so they could only send people back to the police station to call for reinforcements.

"Whoever receives the money comes here, and if he puts on the yellow vest, he will give a franc. If you stand here with the captain for a day, you can get two francs in the evening. ”

A fellow who looked like a student, holding a tin trumpet, shouted loudly.

The statue in the middle of the square was already overcrowded, and half-believing people crowded here.

Sure enough, as long as those students got a yellow vest and put it on. Immediately you will receive a franc and take it in your hand.

The people were obediently sent to a so-called captain in units of a hundred. As long as they marched with the captain for a day, they were able to get two francs in the evening.

Of course, this needs to be confirmed by the captain.

And such a good thing? In those days, a worker would receive a franc for a day's work.

After a day of marching in the streets, you can get three times the salary of working in a factory. Who the fuck doesn't do this!

There are already smart people who go back to their families, and if there is such a good thing, of course, they have to reap the benefits.

This can be calculated by headcount!

By noon, the crowd was getting bigger and bigger. That's more than 10,000 people!

The surrounding police were very worried, they were afraid of the crowd that had gathered. But what the police didn't expect was that more than 10,000 people wandered around the parliament building twice in the afternoon, shouted some slogans, and then disbanded at dusk!

There was no violence as imagined, and nothing radical happened. This made the chief of police breathe a sigh of relief, maybe this was an ordinary demonstration.

After all, it is still very explosive for the speaker to hit a member of parliament.

To the surprise of the police chief, just after dawn the next day, the parliament square was full of people.

Last night, everyone who participated in the march got their money.

The power of demonstration is endless, when these more than 10,000 people are scattered to all corners of Paris. That's more than 10,000 microphones!

Anyone wants to do such a thing like picking up money for nothing!

So the next morning, countless Parisians didn't even go to work, and went straight to the Place de la Parliament.

The entire square, plus a few streets on the side, was filled with marchers.

Even some police officers who are not on duty come to earn extra money.

Soon, another thing circulated in the crowd. Follow and storm the parliament building to get a reward of five francs.

The chief of police dispatched almost all of Paris to maintain order in the square. But these policemen are really not proportional to the people in yellow vests.

It's like the contrast between the waves of a tsunami and the people swimming on the beach.

But the police chief was not worried, and these people did not have any weapons in their hands. I guess it's the same as yesterday, just walking around the parliament building a few times and shouting slogans.

This kind of thing has been seen a lot, and it will be good if the limelight passes in two days. It's really not good, and it's over for the speaker to come out and apologize.

Unexpectedly, these people who organized the parade were still very powerful. At noon, not only will everyone be able to receive bread, but they will even be able to drink a mouthful of hot soup.

The police chief, who stood on the roof of the parliament building to watch, lamented that these people who organized the march were really rich.

Looking at the people eating below, he also felt hungry. At this time, the Speaker's secretary came to invite him, saying that His Excellency had invited him to lunch.

The lunch was hearty, the foie gras was delicious and the wine was mellow.

While the chief of police and the speaker of the parliament were drinking and talking, there were tsunami slogans outside the council, followed by a loud shout, and it was impossible to hear what they were shouting.

"These people don't know what to do." The speaker was like no one else, eating a piece of foie gras while chatting with the police chief.

"I've heard that people are also giving money to these people to come and march. How much money does so many people have to spend is nothing more than an attempt to put pressure on you, Speaker.

I think you can come forward and apologize when the time is right, and it will be fine. The police chief smiled and catered to the speaker.

His Excellency the Speaker, but a relative of the Empress's family, is far from being able to afford to be the chief of police in Paris.

The two men were eating and talking, and while they were talking, a policeman stumbled in.

"Director! Managing director! Oh no, those marchers are storming the gates of parliament, there are so many of them that they can't hold the gates. ”

"What? What did you say? ”

The Speaker and the Chief of Police stood up at the same time, they couldn't believe that these people would dare to storm the parliament building.

"It's riot, riot! Do you have burning sticks in your hands?

Shoot, shoot these mobs immediately. The Speaker panicked.

The people in the yellow vests outside can be regarded as a sea of people, and if they rush in, one person and one foot can trample him into flesh.

The police chief rarely stayed awake, and he didn't expect these people in yellow vests to dare to storm the parliament building.

But now that people have rushed in, they have to believe if they don't believe it.

Shooting at an angry crowd is not a no!

Once mass casualties are caused and the situation continues to expand, the speaker will not be blackmailed. Besides, even if someone carries a black cauldron, there is also the support of Her Majesty the Queen behind them.

What do you have?

The pot is too big to carry on your back!

The chief of police decisively ordered: "Immediately retreat through the back door, no one is allowed to shoot without my order."

Speaker, let's get out of here. While the back door hasn't been blocked, let's evacuate quickly. ”

"Shoot and kill all these mobs." The Speaker roared with a fist.

The police chief didn't care about this, and winked at the two policemen beside him. The two policemen who understood it immediately left with the loud speaker.

As soon as the police had withdrawn, the yellow vests rushed up.

They didn't know where to find a log, and a dozen men carried it, like battering rams, against the wooden gate of the council.

Although the council gates were supported by sturdy oak, they were far less sturdy than the city gates.

A battering ram can even break through the gates, let alone the gates of this council.

People shouted trumpets and only hit them a few times. The deadbolt of the parliamentary gate was smashed, and after two more blows, the heavy wooden door was slammed open.

"Rush!" As soon as the leading students shouted, the people rushed into the parliament building like locusts.

The few people who rushed to the front were pushed by the people behind, and in this case, as long as they were pushed, they didn't want to stand up.

Countless big feet stepped over them, and their wails and screams were drowned out in the bustling hall of the council before even a bubble came out.

The crowd poured into the parliament building like a tidal wave, smashing everything around them as far as they could see, not even the marble tiles.

There are already shrewd guys, taking advantage of the chaos, rushing into the office, seeing what is valuable, picking it up and putting it in his pocket.