Fox of France

"We oppose the unreasonable behavior of the factory. We declare that we will strike for the benefit of all workers!" A worker representative raised a tin microphone and shouted to everyone, "Workers, brothers, we have enough days. I'm sorry, the wages we get now, it's hard to eat enough. I ask everyone, have you seen anyone who has been a worker for six or seven years? Has anyone seen it?"

The crowd below was silent, and after a while, everyone shouted together: "No, no!"

"Why not? Why not?" the worker representative shouted.

"Because they either went to America or were exhausted in the factory!" Another worker representative shouted loudly, "You said, isn't it like this?"

"Yes, yes!" the workers shouted.

"Brothers, brothers! In the past, we could bet that we could save money for a ticket to America before we were exhausted. This is our only hope in this painful life. .But now with such wages, can we still save a ticket to the Americas, before we are exhausted? What will we end up with? Now, we are no matter how miserable, at best, we are dead. But brothers, isn’t it a death when we accept such wages? Since we are all a death, why should we be exhausted, why should we let them, let these factory owners, let these poisonous snakes and beasts let these Vampires, build their manor and villa on our corpses?"

"Yes, quit, quit!"

"We strike, we strike!"

"Can't let them live a good life on our bones!"

More people chanted.

"Huh, let them starve to death! These slackers, if they weren't too lazy or too stupid, how could they starve? They deserved to starve to death!" a fat man with a manager appearance said viciously.

"Yes, starve these slackers to death!" another follower cursed next to the fat man.

"As soon as we turn our heads, we can find as many or even more workers on the street!" said the fat manager.

At this time, I didn’t know what the worker representative over there had said, and the crowd shouted again. Finally, thousands of workers sang a song like this:

"Arise,!

Arise, yewrethedoftheearth!

..."

"They, what do they want? Do you want to rebel!" The fat manager's face was pale, "Quickly, close the door, don't let those rascals rush in and break the machine!"

In this era, the contradiction between workers and factory owners is very prominent. Labor disputes cause workers to attack factories and destroy machines from time to time. So as soon as he saw that something was wrong outside, the fat manager immediately issued such an instruction.

The police and the factory guard team immediately retreated into the factory. The iron-clad gate suddenly closed. The police and the factory guard team all went up to the wall with guns in their hands, facing the emotional crowd below.

But the crowd did not disperse, everyone still gathered outside the factory door and continued to sing. Some people pointed at the fat manager on the wall and scolded.

The fat manager didn't react much, but the attendant who was following him spit out severely, and shook his middle to the person below.

"Dogday!" Some workers were so angry that they picked up rocks from the ground and threw them at the attendant. With this person taking the lead, more people picked up stones and threw them at the people on the wall, while others approached the gate.

"Brothers, calm down, calm down!" the worker representative of the London Textile Workers Mutual Aid Society shouted, "Don't confront directly, you will suffer..."

But the angry workers could hear it. Everyone shouted: "Rush in, rush in and kill these bastards!" One after another, they approached the door.

"Stop them, stop them!" The fat manager turned pale, "Shoot, shoot!"

"Bang bang..." The gunshot rang, and it was almost impossible to miss at such a close distance, so the workers below immediately fell down a large area.

"Run, run!" someone shouted.

"They shot, they killed!" someone shouted.

The crowds fled around, some fell, and then they were stepped on by the escaped crowd.

"Go ahead and let them know how good it is!" the fat manager shouted.

The gunfire continued...

In a room in Petticoat Lane, Boss Fagin was changing the gauze to the grinning Iron Teeth.

"Well, Tiefang, you are lucky and didn't hurt the vitals. But be careful not to let the wound touch water. Well, besides, pray to God, I hope there is no infection." The boss Fei Jin said after finishing the bandage.

"Boss, what do we do next?" the butcher on one side asked.

"We first organize workers, let them destroy and prevent the factory from recruiting other workers, and stop their production. Now they will suffer a lot of losses every day when production is stopped. Loans from banks and contract compensation from orderers will make Rennes this The **** can't breathe," Fagin replied.

"What about the **** of the people who shot us? Did you just let them go?" the butcher asked.

"How is it possible?" Fei Jin sneered, "It hurts my brother. If nothing happens, how can we hang around here in the future? How can we do this in the future? Ha ha, that old thing Renn hid in the rich district There are many policemen and many bodyguards. It is not easy for us to move him for a while, but who is the guy who ordered the shooting? Have you checked it out?"

"I found out. That guy is the business manager of the factory, named Hindley, who lives on Wendell Street."

Wendel Street is the area where the so-called middle-class people with small money live. Of course, there are fewer police officers there than the real wealthy area, and of course, there are still much more than Petticoat Lane. In addition, people like Hindley will probably have one or two servants at home, but they will not have personal servants or bodyguards. They look like rich people, but they are still very big with real rich people. Of the gap.

"Are you sure to let him disappear silently?" Fagin asked.

"It's not a problem," the butcher said. "Tie a stone and throw it into the river."

"Yeah," Fei Jin nodded, and said again, "be careful before you do it, don't be fooled by others instead."

...

The factory guard team and the police shot and killed more than 20 workers. If such a thing is left in the future generations, it may cause an uproar, but in this era, human life is nothing. Of course, in future generations, this situation has actually not changed in essence. For example, the lives of workers have never been less important than the stock market index. However, because there was a heresy called the Soviets in later generations, it was a bit more hypocritical than in this era. Although with the disappearance of the Soviets, they no longer remember that the Soviets once came.

All regular newspapers did not report this matter in an important position, whether it was a Whig newspaper, a Tory newspaper, or a New Tory newspaper, it was not because the Royal Government issued an order. The order to prohibit reporting of such things is because, in their view, this incident is not considered news at all.

What is news? Dog biting is not news, but dog biting is news. Although this sentence was said by later Americans. But in the British press, such standards have long been pursued. It is a very common thing for factories to shoot workers to death, and it is not even news. Didn't it mean that dozens of workers were killed? Which one of London’s poor areas does not die several times the number of workers? What is this?

In addition, the Whig Party, the Tory Party, and the New Tory Party have differences on many issues, even serious differences, but they are very consistent in dealing with the strikers. Whether it is aristocrats, factory owners or bankers, they all believe that killing those restless elements who dared to strike is really a good thing.

This is like in the Beacon Country in the later generations. Although Fox and CNN think that each other is a fake news media, their attitudes are very consistent when reporting news related to the "Occupy Wall Street" movement.

As for the French-backed newspaper of the Sevenpence League ~www.novelmtl.com~, this matter was also not reported. Because the French Whig friends are also on the side of supporting the suppression of strikers.

Of course, newspapers in France covered such things in large lengths. But their intention is: Well, workers in France, you have to see how dark it is in England! You should cherish your current blessings, which were cultivated in your previous life! As long as you work in the factory for a year or two, you can save the travel expenses of Louisiana and the expenses of setting up a home in Louisiana. British workers have never dreamed of doing such a good thing. What are you not satisfied with?

It seemed that this incident should have passed so peacefully. But soon, Rehn got a report that the recruitment of new workers was not going well, because many people were spreading rumors about him and his factory: Whatever enters his factory will live up to five years. Will be exhausted; what he said looks good, but there are a lot of deduction clauses in the contract. After working for a week, you can't get a penny, and even the money owed to the factory Normal; on average, the money received is not enough to eat, let alone save money to go to America... Some people will even stay at their recruitment point, and when they see a worker coming, they will stop him. , Advise him not to go. In short, all kinds of rumors have had a very bad effect on recruitment.

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