In the past few days since he came back, Kuster can't be too showy, and it's good to rest and not be too offended anyway.

But he couldn't be idle, and he couldn't sleep after lying on the bed for a long time.

Two of his industrial friends died, and he still vaguely remembers that he had recently received notices. I'm going to look into it.

But I don't care. Took his son to take a hurried look at the scene and came back.

"What is this doing? We don't seem to be doing anything. Vasalai, who was in a wheelchair, was puzzled.

"I should have heard the news of these two deaths only from your lips, not from the newspapers on the street. You have disappointed me. Kuster responded.

Vasalai's brow furrowed, looking unnatural. He didn't quite understand what his father was up to.

"Profit can turn a loyal dog into a wolf, that's all I can say." Kuster sneered and said meaningfully:

"I want you to know what I've done, and I'm looking forward to your growth."

Then he drove Vasa away and went to Franz himself.

I came to the door of his office, knocked politely, and went in without waiting for a reply.

The room was very clean, as if not many people had been here. The utensils inside are also neatly arranged, and they look very professional, but who knows what exactly is in the drawer.

"Why?" There was a hint of sarcasm on Kuster's face.

"Why not?" Franz asked rhetorically as he lay in his chair, crossed his legs and pressed his chin against his chin.

Kuster walked up to the latter, picked up a random one from the file, and slammed it on the table after reading it. A glass on the edge of the table swayed, fell and shattered. Franz was also taken aback.

Kuster didn't care about this, and asked slowly:

"If you die from this, what are you going to do?"

Franz looked down the document with a shudder, it was his contract with a Hungarian entrepreneur the other day. Although it can't be proved that there is something wrong with him, there are still some heart palpitations.

Under the pressure of the person in front of him, he snorted:

"Can you give up my cup before you speak?"

"Okay."

Kuster casually pulled out a few large bills for him. It was his habit to carry money with him, although the military of this era did not need so much money to buy things.

"Tell me, what do you want to do." After receiving the money, Franz was much happier.

"I just want to know, who wants to come?"

"Uh......" Franz hesitated, thought for a few seconds, and handed over the documents:

"One counts as one. Most of the people inside are willing to come. ”

You can do it. Kuster muttered to himself, picking it up and flipping through it briefly.

The people on it are very complete, and it can be said that they are varied. From the untouchables to the bureaucrats, to the Austrians to the Hungarians. Electrical rags, fishing air force brothers, and unsuccessful art students. Regardless of occupation, nationality, as long as it is anti-monarchy, it is all in the document.

Just a few glances at it can lead to so many reactionary rhetoric. It seems that no matter how prosperous the surface is, no matter how smooth the war is, there are still all kinds of opposition to the rule behind the scenes.

It also meant that Franz was in constant contact with those people on a daily basis, and that documents were being sent almost all the time. No wonder no one came to his office.

Whoever is found in this kind of thing must be condemned to death.

Kuster takes this document very seriously. Hundreds of pieces of paper are as thick as an arm.

"Very well, I'm sure we'll be able to say openly that we're interested in politics soon."

"Then I'm really looking forward to it." Franz replied emotionlessly.

Kuster walked out of the office with the document and took it back to his home to read it for the night.

He found that the reasons for many people's dissatisfaction were unexpected. It's all the simplest questions.

For example: not living well, too much pressure, imbecile government, wages not proportional to labor, feeling under surveillance, dissatisfied with high-pressure policies, etc......

The demands of the people are not high, but they have never been truly taken seriously and realized. That's what a good politician does, but it can also be used by usurpers.

He's already thinking about what to do tomorrow.

If a new regime wants to be formed, it must either be strong on its own or run into a big brother.

It's easiest to be strong, but the price to pay is too great, and the fruits of victory are willing to be stolen.

He feared that if he called on the workers to revolt, he would suddenly kill himself.

The most trustworthy is still a professional army, subordinate to its own army. Those workers just shouted slogans and stirred up public opinion. The best workers are the ones who would rather be exploited.

The definition of "Big Brother" is vague. It can be a nation, a union, or a collection of the will of an entire people. As long as it helps, it counts.

Letting someone else fight for you is obviously the best option. As for the lost benefits, they can be slowly regained.

He firmly believed that the radical rich would triumph in the end.

Let's sort out what the "revolutionary army" has.

Two ministers or more.

Has an intelligence department.

The potential strength of several dozen battalions.

The support of part of the reactionary population.

Nobody knows.

There is already a basis for a revolution.

But it can't be launched now. In particular, the war was going well, and it was easy for the Allies to fight a small rebel army at this time. And to launch a so-called revolution during the war, it doesn't seem like a good thing?

At least the people and patriots will not support it.

Kuster plans to spend a few days adding some trouble to the Allies, so that it will not win so smoothly, especially Austria-Hungary, which can be a little more pitfall.

He looked closely at the people he knew, and wondered how many would be involved if a revolution was to be launched.

It was difficult for those with aristocratic seats to participate, especially staunch royalists such as Conrad and Archduke Friedrich.

Borojevic has played for Habsburg for generations and is hard to believe.

Potiorek's old is impossible.

Foreign Minister István did not know about him and did not know whether he had revolutionary motives.

Counting and counting, it seems that everyone is very deep.

Kuster found that instead of pulling these people in, it was better to let the emperor take his own life.

So he simply gave up on these people at the top and looked for a sense of identity from the middle and lower classes.

Gaining the sense of acceptance of the poor is very simple, it is to draw a big pie, as long as the big pie is better than the current situation.

This will bring in a bunch of fools. If you draw it bigger, maybe you can bring smart people in.

The idea was well played, and if it could be realized, the revolution would be more than half complete.

That's the power of man.

But leading them is also a big problem, and it still needs to be considered.

Let's settle the current situation in advance.

Outside the window, it was almost dawn, and Kuster set the alarm clock, tore up all the documents, and fell asleep.