Fox of France

"We oppose the unreasonable behavior of the factory, and we declare that for the benefit of all workers, we will go on strike!" A worker representative held up a tin microphone and shouted to everyone, "Workers, brothers, our days are enough It’s sad, the wages we are getting now, it’s hard to even have enough to eat. Let me 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?" shouted the worker's representative.

"Because they either went to America, or died of exhaustion in the factory!" Another worker representative shouted loudly, "You say, is that so?"

"Yes, yes!" shouted the workers.

"Brothers, brethren! We used to bet that we could save up the money for a boat ticket to America before we died of exhaustion. That was our only hope in this miserable life .But with the current salary, can we still save a boat ticket to America, before we die from exhaustion? What will our final result be? Now, no matter how miserable we are, at most we will die , but brothers, we accept such wages, isn’t it a death? Since we are all a death, why do we have to live and die, why do we let them, let these factory owners, let these poisonous snakes and beasts, let these Vampires, build their manors and villas on our corpses?"

"Yes, quit, quit!"

"We strike, we strike!"

"We can't let them live on our bones!"

More people shouted.

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

"That's right, starve these slackers to death!" another servant who looked like a follower followed the fat man and cursed.

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

At this time, I don't know what the worker representative over there said again, so the crowd shouted again. Finally, thousands of workers sang this song together:

"Arise, ye prisoners of starvation!

Arise, ye wretched of the earth!

..."

"They, what do they want to do? Do they want to rebel!" The fat manager's face was ashen, "Quick, close the gate quickly, don't let those hooligans rush in and damage the machine!"

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

The police and the factory protection team immediately retreated into the factory, and the iron-clad gate was closed with a bang. The police and the factory protection team all went up to the wall, holding guns in their hands, and pointed at the emotional crowd below.

But the crowd did not disperse. Everyone still surrounded the factory gate and continued to sing. Some also pointed at the fat manager on the wall and cursed.

The fat manager didn't respond, but the servant who was following him spat hard on the bottom, and even pointed his middle finger at the people below.

"Damn it!" Some workers were so angry that they picked up stones from the ground and threw them at the servant. With this person taking the lead, more people picked up stones and threw them at the people on the wall, and some people approached the gate.

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

But the furious workers heard it. Everyone shouted: "Rush in, rush in and kill these bastards!" They all approached the gate.

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

"Bang bang..." The gunshot rang out, and at such a short distance, it was almost impossible to miss it, so a large number of workers below fell down immediately.

"Run, run!" someone yelled.

"They shot, they killed!" someone yelled.

The crowd fled in all directions, some fell, and were trampled underfoot by the fleeing crowd.

"Keep fighting and let them know how powerful they are!" the fat manager shouted.

The gunfire continued...

In a room in Petticoat Lane, Boss Fagin was changing the gauze for Grinning Iron Fang.

"Okay, Iron Fang, you're lucky, you didn't hurt the vitals. But be careful not to let the wound touch the water. Well, besides, pray to God that there will be no infection." Boss Fagin said after finishing the bandage.

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

"We organize the workers first, let them sabotage the factory to prevent additional workers from being recruited, and stop their production. Now every day they stop production, they will suffer a lot of losses. The bank loan and the contract compensation of the orderer will all make Rennes this The bastard can't breathe," replied Fagin.

"What about the offal of the people who shot us? Are we going to let them go like this?" asked the butcher.

"How is it possible?" Fei Jin sneered, "I hurt my brother, if there is nothing wrong, how can we hang out here in the future? How will we do this in the future? Hehe, that old guy Ren is hiding in the rich area , There are many policemen and bodyguards, it will not be easy for us to move him in a short while, but the guy who ordered the shooting—who is that guy, have you checked it out?"

"I found out, that guy is the business manager of the factory, his name is Hindley, and he lives in Wendell Street."

Wendell Street is an area where the so-called middle-class people with a little money live. Of course, there are fewer police and other things than the real rich area, and of course, there are 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. big gap.

"Are you sure he will disappear without a sound?" asked Fagin.

"That's not a problem," said the butcher. "Just tie a stone and throw it into the river."

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

...

The factory guard team and the police shot and killed more than 20 workers. If such a thing is placed in later generations, it may cause an uproar, but in this era, human life is nothing. Of course, in future generations, this situation has not changed substantially. For example, the lives of workers have never been as important as the stock market index. But because there was a heresy called the Soviet at least in later generations, so compared to this era, it is still a little more hypocritical. Although with the disappearance of the Soviet, they have less and less remembered that the Soviet ever came.

None of the regular newspapers reported on 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 An order prohibiting the reporting of such things, but because, in their view, this matter is not news at all.

what is news Dog biting man is not news, man biting dog is news. Although this sentence was said by the Americans later. But in the British press, such standards have long been followed. Factories shooting and killing workers or something is so common that it's not news at all. Didn't they just kill dozens of workers? Which road in the poor areas of London does not kill workers who are several times that number? What is this?

In addition, the Whigs, Tories, and New Tories have differences, even serious differences, on many issues, but they are very consistent in the treatment of striking workers. Nobles, factory owners, and bankers all believed that it was a good thing to kill those restless elements who dared to strike.

This is like in the lighthouse country of later generations. Although Fox and CNN think that the 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 newspapers of the Sevenpence League, the incident was also not reported. For those Whig friends of the French were also on the side of suppressing the strikers.

Of course, the newspapers in France reported such things at length. But their intention was: Well, workers in France, look 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 cost of traveling in Louisiana and settling down in Louisiana. British workers have never dreamed of doing such a good thing. What are you still dissatisfied with?

It seemed that this incident should have passed peacefully. But soon, Ryan got a report that the recruitment of new workers was not going well, because many people spread rumors about him and his factory everywhere: what entered his factory could live for five years at most, He will be exhausted to death; the salary he said looks good, but there are a lot of wage deductions in the contract. After working for a week, he can’t get a penny, and he even owes the factory money backwards. It's normal; on average, the money you get is not enough to eat, let alone save money to go to America... Some people will even stand by their recruitment sites, and when they see a worker coming over, they stop him , advised him not to go. In short, all kinds of rumors have had a very bad impact on recruitment.