"It was a time of change and conservatism, and the Whigs and Tories represented their own interests. I am the only one who represents all the great people of Great Britain. Remember my name, Benjamin Disraeli, candidate for councillor No. 8 in the Westminster constituency, and voting for me is tantamount to voting for yourself! ”

As he said this, Disraeli looked up at the sky, which was dyed golden by the setting sun, and couldn't help but twist his waist, which was slightly sore from standing all afternoon.

When the few audience members gathered in the audience saw this, they stepped forward one by one and said to him, "Mr. Disraeli, can you settle today's salary?" You agreed with us before, 6p an hour, and we stayed for 5 people for 3 hours, which was 7 shillings and 6p in total. ”

Disraeli pouted helplessly: "What's the hurry, I won't owe you your salary......"

He muttered as he took his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a few coins and handed them over.

The men took the money, and one by one they smiled, and they asked, "Sir, will you come back tomorrow?" ”

Disraeli took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat beads on the side of his face, and replied with some displeasure: "No, I've been speaking here for days." But there are very few people willing to listen to me. If this continues, I don't know when or after we will get enough votes to be elected to the legislature. ”

As soon as Disraeli finished speaking, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young man with black hair standing outside the guardrail of the park looking at him intently.

Behind the young man, there were three figures who followed him closely, carrying large bags and small bags in their hands, who looked like his servants.

All in all, this person knew at first glance that he had the right to vote.

Disraeli's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly put away his handkerchief and stepped forward, smiling at Arthur through the guardrail.

"Sir, are you interested in my speech?"

Arthur looked a little hesitant, but he turned his head to look at the mountain of luggage behind him, and nodded seriously.

"I'm really interested, but I really don't have time to listen to your political views in detail. If you look at it, I'm busy moving. ”

"You're moving? Don't know where your new home is? ”

"Not far ahead, Lancaster Gate in Bayswater."

"Lancaster Gate?!"

When Disraeli heard the name of the place, the smile on his face grew a little thicker.

He turned his head and looked around for a moment, until he was sure that there were no police nearby, and the gentleman in a high-class black tuxedo jumped up and deftly stepped on the carved decoration on the railing and turned it out.

He patted his dusty palm and said with a smile, "You haven't been in London for long, right?" This person is not familiar with the place, and I guess you don't know how to get to Lancaster Gate, so I'll lead the way for you. ”

As soon as he had finished saying this, without waiting for Arthur's consent, he took the suitcase from Arthur's hand on his own initiative, and carried the large storage box on the shoulder of the road that no one wanted to carry on his shoulder.

Disraeli's face flushed, but he still did not forget to maintain his demeanor, and asked in a smiling and kind tone, "What time do you live?" ”

Arthur bowed slightly apologetically: "36 Lancaster Gate, it's really for you." ”

"You don't have to be so polite. A Member who aspires to serve the public should do his best to solve problems for the public. You'll get to know me soon, and I'll give you a good talk about my election philosophy when I'm done moving your things later......"

As he walked forward with his suitcase, Disraeli gushed about his great vision and promise after being elected.

Arthur, on the other hand, stood still and did not move, he lit his pipe, took a puff, and then held out his hand to Elder and said, "1 shilling, I won the bet." ”

Elder took money out of his pocket with a displeased face: "Damn! There are really such fools in the world, who are willing to carry things for you for no reason if they don't want a penny. Looking at the way he looks, it seems that he has finished moving things for you, and he has to thank you so much! ”

Darwin shook his head and said, "Didn't he have Arthur's vote in mind?" Move something, you get a favor, this deal is really cheap. ”

"Ballots?" Elder squeezed out a breath through his nose: "Charles, have you forgotten?" Arthur is a police officer at Scotland Yard, and he doesn't have the power to vote. That kid was just a brainless coolie who had been tricked into him. ”

When Arthur heard this, he hurriedly raised a finger and whispered to Held, "Shhhh ”

Disraeli's mouth was dry, but he didn't hear Arthur's response for a long time, so he couldn't help but put down the box on his shoulder, and turned around and said, "What's wrong?" Why don't you move forward? ”

When Dumas heard this, he immediately pretended to be physically exhausted, and he spread out his suitcase and half-squatted on the ground with his left leg: "Alas, no, my foot is broken." ”

Seeing this, Arthur couldn't help but glare at the fat man, and then had to cover his mouth in surprise in cooperation.

"Oh! Alexander! I've spent so much money on you, and it's just that you don't miss my kindness. But now you actually tell me that you can't resist on your shoulders and can't lift your hands? If you continue like this, I'll have to consider sending you back to the plantation in Saint-Domingo. ”

When Dumas heard this, he almost couldn't help but burst out directly.

But when he calmed down, it quickly became clear that it was more practical to be less physically burdened than to take advantage of it, after all, the marble arch should be at least a mile away from Arthur's new home.

In response to Arthur's ridicule, Alexandre Dumas chose to write down the account first, thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river.

He feigned pain and said, "Mr. Hastings, this is my old illness. It's not that I don't want to do my best, it's that something is wrong with my leg. ”

Elder glanced at the fat man, and then clubbed Darwin beside him: "Charles, haven't you ever been a surgeon?" Quick, get to the place in a moment and put a hacksaw on him. ”

When Dumas heard this, he finally couldn't hold it back, and he was about to play the arrogance of a French man, but Disraeli ran over and started a round.

"Gentlemen, why bother? Isn't it just a bit of luggage? I'm in good health, I'm here to help you. ”

With that, Disraeli reached for the two suitcases that Dumas had thrown on the ground.

But Arthur had already taken the lead in mentioning the one on the left, and he smiled apologetically: "Mr. Disraeli, the one on the right is for you." ”

Disraeli laughed twice, but his hand gripped the suitcase on his left and lifted it lightly, but this one almost made him angry.

His face turned slightly blue: "Sir, what are you in this box?" Why is it happening like this again? ”

Arthur smiled gently: "Ah, it's a little bit of personal possessions, a box of gold. ”

"Huh?!" Disraeli weighed the amount in his hand and couldn't help but let out a sigh: "If you say that, I feel that this box has become lighter all of a sudden." ”

Disraeli gritted his teeth, his body tense and tense, he carried the 'gold' in one hand and the storage box on the other's shoulder.

He didn't even have the extra strength to speak all the way, and the usually talkative Mr. Disraeli was speechless all the way, and he could only be heard snorting and panting on the noisy Beswater Road.

Alexandre Dumas limped all the way, but when he realized that Disraeli had no time to pay attention to him, the French fat man quickly regained his vitality.

His back no longer hurts, his legs don't ache anymore, and he even has the appetite to eat a french fries he bought from a roadside vendor.

Finally arriving at his destination, Disraeli hurriedly unloaded the storage box from his shoulder.

He leaned over and gasped for air with his hands on his knees.

Disraeli looked up at the three-story single-family villa with a small garden in front of him, and comforted himself: "If you can live in this kind of house, who will believe that you don't have the right to vote?" ”

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his chin with the back of his hand, and turned his head to look at Arthur behind him, who knew that he had been looking for a long time, but only saw the fat servant, and the other two servants and the gentle and elegant young man just now did not know where to run.

He hurriedly asked, "Gentlemen, may I ask what your young master is doing?" ”

Dumas clutched his stomach and frowned, he felt that the fries he had just eaten might be a little greasy: "I don't know, we were about to call the police." Look there, sir. ”

Disraeli looked in the direction of his raised hand, where Elder and Darwin were emotionally standing in front of a policeman in a Scotland Yard uniform.

Disraeli was about to walk over to take a look, but Dumas spoke again: "Sir, I advise you not to go there. The policeman said he had seen someone allegedly climbing over the railing of Hyde Park to disrupt public order. He is looking for you all over the world, haven't you been caught in the net now? ”

"Huh?"

When Disraeli heard this, he panicked, and he took a business card from his jacket pocket and stuffed it into Dumas's hand.

"Please tell your young master, I live nearby, and when the police find him back another day, I will definitely visit again."

With that, Disraeli hurriedly lowered the brim of his hat and quickened his pace to rush into the blind spot of the policeman's perspective.

Elder glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and only when he was sure he was far away did he raise his hand to remove the hat of the policeman in front of him.

The policeman didn't care much about his behavior, but gently dusted off the epaulettes of the Bass star, and then calmly walked to Alexandre Dumas, picking up the business card from his hand and looking at it.

Lionel Rothschild, Rothschild Bank Consultant and Chairman of the Board of Directors of London Property Consultancy.

Elder leaned in to take a look, and couldn't help frowning, "Hell! The business cards were all given wrong, wasn't his name Benjamin Disraeli? This kind of person also wants to run for parliament? ”

Arthur, on the other hand, glanced in the direction of Disraeli's escape.

He smiled slightly and put his business card in his pocket: "This is also the investment object of the Rothschild family?" I seem to have suddenly taken a little interest in this gentleman. ”

(End of chapter)