C3332 The capitalist burst into tears (1/2)

It was the first, and perhaps the last, of this civil war, and there was an inescapable face-to-face dialogue, or confrontation, between the capitalists and the poor.

History seemed to be endlessly in a cycle of reincarnation. Before the earliest capitalist revolution, who among the feudal aristocracy would care about some smelly merchants' Chen Qing? Contradictions always accumulate to the brink of revolution before they are forced to be resolved.

Then after a hundred years, these successful capitalists would occupy the imperial court, and their actions would be no different from the feudal aristocracy back in the day.

From the beginning to the end, these capital forces didn't want to listen to the demands of these workers. Dream on!

You want a disability pension? Impossible!

You want to shorten your working hours? Then I'll fire you!

If you don't want to do it, there are many people in this world who want to work. What does it have to do with me if you can't live on?

It was precisely this kind of attitude of refusal that caused the workers, who could not survive the conflict, to choose to stick together and keep warm. This was the main reason why Blanqui and the others started to expand.

The conflict grew more and more intense, and in the end there were demonstrations and acts of violence, but even that did not win a sincere dialogue between the capitalists and the workers.

In the later stages of Napoleon's rule, he had basically spent half of his energy on suppressing the flames of revolution in the country.

Until the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian War, even when the Empire fell, the capitalists had never considered directly negotiating with the Workers' Movement.

Even Thiers forbade these representatives to participate in the elections of the National Assembly of Bordeaux.

When the gate of communication was just closed, the fences of war began to slowly open!

However, today, with such a bizarre fate, they actually threw two highly respected Paris capitalists into the refugee camp, while Raoult Rigo stirred up the group's emotions.

This was the first time that a capitalist had nowhere to run to. They had to face the anger of the people face to face. If they were not careful, someone might even lose their head.

If not for the Chinese Army controlling the situation, Eugene and Andrew would have been scared to the point that they couldn't say a single word. But it was precisely because of Xiao Letian's close cooperation that the two misers changed their temperament and dared to face the retort of hundreds and thousands of citizens.

”Ten francs?” Are you crazy? Do you know what ten francs is? ” Andrew roared.

How could Raoult Rigo allow him to refute his words? Ten francs is nothing to you, of course. A dinner in the Ninth Street district costs you a hundred francs for a bottle of red wine. ”

”But ten francs might be a week's rations for these suffering people!”

”Yes!” That's right... Ten francs is enough for my kids to go to school for the first half of the year, enough to buy a lot of pencils and notebooks... ”

”Bullshit!” Eugene flew into a rage, ”Did you see us eating meat? Who saw us when we were beaten? Do we eat in high-end restaurants every day? ”

”Indeed... ”As you say, the monthly living expenses of our merchants may be as high as seven or eight hundred francs or more!”

”But we can't afford the ten francs you want!”

”My God! ”Please lend me a good mouth, why can't I understand it?” Eugene was anxious for his stupidity, he was so angry that he directly slapped himself.