Fox of France

After the peace agreement was reached, the good days of British businessmen seemed to be coming again. The merchant ships were loaded with various commodities such as woolen textiles and cotton cloths. Although before that, they could also enter the European market through smuggling, but smuggling was too troublesome to carry out openly.

After France defeated Prussia, Britain's economic situation was once very problematic because it lost too many markets in Europe, and this time it was relieved to a certain extent. Many factories that had been shut down have reopened, and the air condition in London has become worse as a result.

Coughing, little Oliver quickly scanned the crowd passing by on the street with his eyes, searching for possible targets.

This is Oliver's first mission. He must muster courage and at the same time choose a suitable target. At the same time, the voice of the leader Fagin rang in his mind.

"Oliver, don't believe the bullshit you hear in the church orphanage. Yes, 'Thou shalt not steal' is one of the Ten Commandments, but taking back what is rightfully yours is not stealing. Look, look Those factories, look at the workers, female workers and child laborers in those factories. They work hard, sixteen hours a day, or even twenty hours. They don’t have enough to eat, they don’t wear warm clothes, and once they get sick and can’t go to work, they will have nothing to do immediately. Food. Most of the people, whether men or women or children, they don't live for a few years. They die in poverty and despair.

Aren't these people industrious, Oliver, don't they work from morning till night? Why did they have such a fate? The priest will tell you that all people have original sin, and it is God's will for them to suffer, right? But the priest didn't tell you, what was God's judgment on Adam when he disobeyed God's will and was driven out of the Garden of Eden?

God said: 'In the sweat of your brow you will eat your bread until you return to the ground. ’ Even though it was a punishment, God still graciously gave our ancestors a promise, that is, as long as a person works hard, as long as he is willing to sweat, he can make a living and support himself.

But, my little Oliver. You tell me those workers who entered the factory and died after only a few years, didn't they sweat? Didn't work hard? Can they make a living? Why is this so? Could it be that God has not kept His promise? Could it be that God is deceiving us?

No, God does not deceive us. So why, a man who sweats and works hard, can't make ends meet and can only die a miserable death? Oliver, my child, look again, is it true that every man in this world sweats to make ends meet? No, it's not like that, look at those "respectable people", those "respectable people" who eat delicacies from mountains and seas and drink wine smuggled from France every day, are they sweating? Can they just make ends meet?

why? God said that people can only live with sweat. Why are some people sweating but can't make ends meet; some people are relaxed, but can eat and wear warmth? Why, Oliver, why? "

"I don't know." Little Oliver whispered to himself standing alone on the corner of the street.

"That's because the 'respectable people' stole everything from us! According to God's will, everyone should work hard, but everyone should have enough to eat. But the 'respectable people', those who really Thieves, they stole all of our money and everything!" Aujin's voice rang in his mind again.

"Oliver, people say I'm a thief, and all my brothers are thieves. Look, look at Jim, do you know how he broke his hand? It was pinched by a machine in the factory. Is this because he is careless? No, it is because he is too tired. He works in the factory for 18 hours a day without a break! Oliver, a man is not a machine, and he cannot keep turning for such a long time. In fact, it is a machine, and there are times when it must rest.

Oliver, God created day and night, and made night half the day. Why is that? This is because God believes that a person should rest at least half of the day. Oliver forcing a man to work 18 hours straight is a crime against the Christ.

Oliver, those factory owners, merchants, nobles and respectable people, they are all thieves, including the King of England-he is a thief! The reason they can live like that is because they stole everything that should be from poor people like us!

Oliver, they say I'm a thief; they want me everywhere, and put fifty pounds for my head--be proud of me, that's even more than those Pharisees put on Jesus . (According to the Bible, Judas sold Jesus for thirty silver pieces) But look, Oliver, I did so many big cases, stole, robbed so much money, you see I eat well , well dressed, rich enough to look like a decent person? Where did all my money go?

Oliver, that's not my money, that's all the poor people's money. Every penny I got back from the thieves was sent back to its original owner. That's why, they can't destroy me.

Oliver, they have hanged five Fagins in the past few decades, maybe tomorrow, I will be the sixth Fagins hanged, but as long as the real thieves against the will of God are still alive Now, Fagin never dies. Oliver, do you know what I like most about you? I like your integrity and kindness, and I believe that, some day in the future, your name will also be Fagin.

Oliver, remember, we are not thieves, we are just helping more people get back what is theirs. Our hands are only extended to those 'decent people', never to those who are really sweating, but People who can or cannot make ends meet. "

"I'm not a thief, I'm just implementing God's will to help those people get back their own things." Oliver said to himself softly. Then he saw the best of grapes and silk and protoplasm going into a bookshop down the street.

Of course, the people who go in and out of the bookstore are rich and decent people, but that guy looks stupid and seems defenseless.

Little Oliver walked over quietly. His upper body clothes were not bad, and his trousers were not bad. He made a hole so that his feet could stick out for fresh air, like grass that emerges from the ground in spring.

As long as he entered the bookstore smoothly, he could quickly approach that silly-looking "respectable man". He was standing in front of the counter, looking at the books on the shelf.

Perhaps because of poor eyesight, the decent man stretched his neck long, like a duck, his head was pinched by an invisible hand and lifted upwards. And the pockets of his trousers were bulging, looking like a wallet.

Oliver touched the small blade in his pocket, and then walked towards the bookstore as if nothing had happened. As long as the guy standing in front of the bookstore doesn't see Oliver's shoes that allow his toes to breathe freely, he can walk into the bookstore and get back a sum of money for the suffering poor.

However, the gaze of the waiter standing at the door quickly fell on his shoes with the big toe exposed, and then, a big hand swiped him silently, Oliver spun like a top, and then He quietly returned to the street. He knew that he couldn't get in, so he could only stare at the target from a distance.

That stupid and respectable man seemed to have heard something, glanced this way, and then continued to talk to the owner of the bookstore: "Boss, is there an English version of the script of "Spartacus"?"

"There are only the last few books left. Why, do you want one too?" asked the shop owner.

"Yes, a friend of mine mentioned it, but he said it was better in French. Did it sell well?" said the respectable man.

"That's right, you know, the French are very good at telling stories. The stories are indeed very interesting." The bookstore owner said, "But if you want to buy it, you have to hurry, otherwise it will be sold out."

"If it sells well, it should be reprinted, right?"

"Of course, but that's what it says, but this book, some people are still accusing it of blasphemy. Ah, God bless." The bookstore owner made a cross on his chest, "So, God knows if there will be a second edition of this book. Second edition."

"Ah, so the book is probably out of print. It's more worth buying." said the respectable man, and at the same time he took out his wallet from his trousers pocket.

"How much is the book?" asked the Respectable Man.

The store owner said a price. The "respectable man" opened the wallet, and Oliver saw that the wallet was full of colorful bills.

The "respectable man" gave the money, stuffed the wallet into his trousers pocket indifferently—it wasn't stuffed very well, and a corner of the wallet was even exposed—then picked up the book, flipped through it, and walked out of the bookstore. Oliver followed quietly.

The "respectable man" didn't notice it. He lowered his head and walked along the street while reading a book, and then turned into a narrow alley with few people.

"This is a good place, no one will see if you do it." Oliver thought, and followed in.

The "respectable man" was still walking, looking down at the book while humming something. Oliver followed quietly, stretched out his hand, and took out his wallet. But just as his hand was holding the wallet, the hand of that "decent man" suddenly reached out from nowhere and grabbed his wrist.