Make France Great Again

Jérôme Bonaparte, who held the petition leader hostage and rushed out of the encirclement, was soon supported by vigilantes and regular police outside the encirclement. They held blunt weapons and smooth-bore pistols and blocked Jerome Bonaparte. before.

After seeing the person in charge being hijacked, the workers who were afraid of the mouse did not dare to go forward, for fear that Jérôme Bonaparte would kill the respected gentleman.

"Get off Mr. McGradys! You bastard!"

The radical workers yelled and asked Jerome to let go, but Jerome turned a deaf ear to him. He looked curiously at the person in charge of the "turmoil" who was wearing glasses and looked like a good man and asked: "You are McGrath. ? The person in charge of this strike?"

[McGrath: Member of the Executive Committee of the Chartist Association]

The leader of the Chartist "petition" named McGrath maintained his demeanor even though he was "under heavy siege". Jerome Bonaparte said in a passionate voice: "Sir, the purpose of our strike is only to It’s all about fighting for your own rights! Is it wrong for us to pursue our own rights? Is it wrong for us to pursue our own happiness? We work 15 or 16 hours a day, isn’t it hard enough?”

McGrath's speech silenced Jerome Bonaparte, who longed deep in his heart to stand with McGrath and even the workers of the world.

Because he thrived under the red flag "from a young age", but from the ass, he could never get too close to them.

The power of workers was too weak in the 19th century. In this era when the nobility and the emerging bourgeoisie jointly ruled, the proletarians were deprived of the right to speak.

Jerome knew that even if he stood with the workers, the final result would be one more exile, or be killed in an uprising.

Compared with Jerome Bonaparte's "smart score", the fat sheriff has obviously completely degenerated into a bourgeois executioner.

The fat sheriff, who saw that the workers dared not come forward, changed his timid and cautious attitude again. He held his chest up and spit in front of McGrath, and said contemptuously: "You are just a bunch of trash, Pigs! The purpose of your existence is..."

Before the Fat Sheriff finished humiliating McGrath, Jerome Bonaparte, whose face was full of irritability, interrupted the Fat Sheriff forcefully: "Shut up! Mr. Idiot!"

The voice of the fat police chief stopped abruptly, and with a hint of anger on his face, he pointed at Jerome Bonaparte and shouted: "You are the vigilante in that area who yelled at me, do you know that?" Can I let you in too?"

The arrogant words of the fat sergeant made Jérôme Bonaparte, who was already irritable, even more irritable. He pulled out his gun and aimed at the foot of the fat sergeant and pulled the trigger. White smoke appeared at the muzzle of the gun, filled with the choking smell of gunpowder, and a small hole also appeared at the foot of the fat sheriff.

The sudden change made the fat police chief unable to react at all, and it was over. The fat police chief, whose voice trembled from fright, pointed at Jérôme Bonaparte: "You bastard!"

"Idiot! I told you to be quiet!" Jerome Bonaparte didn't show any sympathy for the idiot in front of him. The workers' anger was getting bigger and bigger. Come on, Jérôme doesn't want to die with the idiot sheriff.

The conflict between Jerome and the fat sheriff gradually eased the tense atmosphere, and the workers looked suspiciously at the policemen who were caught in internal fighting.

Several official members of the police team also showed gloating smiles, a stupid boss is simply everyone's nightmare.

"Mr. McGrath!" Jerome Bonaparte ignored the fat sheriff's eyes about to kill, and turned to the "prisoner" in a negotiating tone: "Can you let those working brothers go back first?"

brother

McGrath has not heard the word "brother" for a long time,

The vast majority of decent people see workers only as the lowest class of pariahs.

McGrath looked at Jerome Bonaparte curiously and said: "Sir, please allow me to refuse! Even if you kill me today, they will not leave! Only the government agrees to our conditions!"

Jerome Bonaparte shrugged and said: "Mr. McGrath, believe me! The United Kingdom government will never agree to your conditions. They will only treat you as thugs and arrest you all!"

"We resist! We strike! We want to show them our determination!" McGrath said with high spirits.

"It's useless! Strikes can't solve the problem! Capital can be alienated into tools. For factory owners, tools can be replaced when they are useless!" Jerome Bonaparte pointed to the workers standing opposite them and said: "Factory owners The loss of short-term profits is acceptable, can they?"

The daily work intensity of British workers is very high, and it is true that they can only maintain the level that a family of three will not starve to death.

They can only fight on the premise of maintaining food and clothing. People who are starving to death are not qualified to fight!

"If I were them, I would make all the factory owners in London unite and blacklist all those who disobey discipline! At that time, what will you do?" Jerome Bonaparte continued to ask said a word.

"I..." McGrath was speechless. He, who was able to organize a strike, didn't think about such issues at all.

"You organized a strike with passion, but it couldn't end! If the workers lose their jobs because of the strike, what is the difference between you and the United Kingdom government!" Jerome Bonaparte continued to export to McGrath.

"We want to overthrow the bourgeoisie and seize our own rights!" McGrath's tone was a little lacking.

"Overthrow by what? What do you have? What is your foundation? What are you trying to unite with?" Jerome asked a series of questions.

McGrath was even more speechless, and he suddenly felt that the guy in front of him seemed to know more about revolution than he did.

...

"Reinforcements are coming!"

The police officer who was sent by the Fat Sergeant to seek reinforcements returned panting and shouted. Behind him was a force of more than 200 vigilantes and police officers.

"It seems that you can't escape!" Jerome Bonaparte spread his hands and said to McGrath.

Reinforced vigilantes joined forces with the police force to arrest all the workers and put them in jail.

McGrath, who was an advocate, was also arrested and jailed.

Surprisingly, Jerome Bonaparte, who was originally a "police savior", was also arrested.