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At this critical moment, a dispute arose between "decent people" as to what to do.

As the person who provoked this incident, Mr. Wren was naturally furious. As a member of the House of Commons, he slapped the table at the meeting of the House of Commons, spitting and scolding the thugs and the incompetence of the London Police Department. Pointing to Sir Huey's nose, he asked where he spent so much of the annual appropriation, why he could neither suppress those rioters with evil intentions nor defend those who really made contributions to the country.

Sir Huey had seen much of this accusation. He first blamed his predecessor, saying that he had just taken over the London Police Department for only three years, and many problems left by his predecessor had not been resolved in time. But this is not because he is incompetent, but because there is too much mess left before.

"All kinds of messy problems have accumulated over many years, some problems even from the time of the Great Fire of London. These things have accumulated as many as the cattle in the bullpen of Augeas. Shit. And I can't use Hercules' way to solve problems-and you certainly can't tolerate such a way of handling. So these problems, how can I blame me?"

Of course, the MPs cannot tolerate Director Xiuyi shirking responsibility like this, and Director Xiuyi said that the funds approved by the parliament for the police department are too small, so that the number of police officers in London is simply not enough to maintain the safety of the entire city. Generally speaking, if you want to solve the problem, you can give me money, what are you BB if you don't have money?

Faced with the demand for more money, the first reaction of the congressmen was to quickly and tightly cover their wallets. To increase funding, tax increases will be required, and tax increases will reduce the income of congressmen. Therefore, the principle of the parliament has always been to use the least amount of money as possible and let the government do as much as possible.

Therefore, the matter of increasing the funding of the London police department naturally ended without a problem. Of course, the parliament also reached a consensus that any police actions must not be based on weakening the security of "important areas". This of course means that the mobile force of the London Police Department has suddenly become very small.

Then the parliament began to discuss how to deal with the strike.

The London Textile Workers' Union, which organized the strike, has made a demand for negotiations. They demanded less work and higher wages.

Members first questioned Director Xiu Yi whether they could quickly suppress these rebels on the premise of ensuring the safety of "important areas".

Director Xiuyi naturally said that the concubine really couldn't do this matter, and even if he wanted to do it, he would have to pay more. And even if money is added, it will take enough time to increase the police force. In short, it is impossible to use the police to solve the problem before the Pakistan Fair.

"Of course, if the army is used, it won't be a problem to suppress these guys before the Pakistan Fair. But everyone knows that if the army is used, hehe..."

If the army is used, although those rebellious people can be suppressed before the Pakistan Fair, the collateral damage it will bring is very large. Using the army, it is unthinkable to resume production before the Pakistan Fair. And not only the textile industry will be affected, but other industries will not be able to escape.

So as soon as this was said, almost all the members of the council immediately expressed their opposition. The MPs then quickly came to a decision:

Before the Pakistan Fair, there should be no major turmoil. As for the present problem, it can only be solved by the owners of the textile industry themselves.

So several textile factory owners got together, discussed for a while, and finally decided to talk to those rebels first, to see if they could be fooled. In short, production must be resumed in the shortest time at the lowest cost in order to earn more money at the Pakistan Fair.

So several factory owners, in the name of the textile industry guild, invited the workers' representatives to negotiate. But at the beginning, they also wanted to play the trick of workers signing up, and then they selected negotiating representatives from among them. The representatives elected in this way do not yet know whose interests they represent. And they also made a look, we have made such a big concession, how do you want to feel wronged.

But the people of the London Textile Workers' Union are not fools, how could they accept such ridiculous conditions. Naturally, this request was rejected.

Considering the time constraints. The gentlemen had no time to waste, so they had to agree to negotiate with representatives elected by the London Textile Workers' Union itself.

As a representative of the London Textile Workers' Union, Fagin, alias Nield, also participated in the negotiations.

Fagin was a criminal and wanted. But there is no photography technology in this era. As for portraits, well, that's a joke. In fact, the reason why the portraits exist is more to facilitate the police to make extra money than to catch suspects. Moreover, there were actually very few witnesses to what Fagin did, and among the few witnesses, none of them had seen his face—so Fagin was not worried about himself. Who will recognize it.

But it is still very dangerous for Fagin to show his face like this. This is not because of his previous status, but because of his current status. In fact, in some people's eyes, crimes committed by workers' representatives are far more harmful than crimes such as theft, robbery, and kidnapping.

"Everyone who, as a representative, goes to negotiate with those poisonous snakes and beasts must be prepared to die. Don't look at them not daring to touch us now, but in the future, they will definitely retaliate against us. Everyone may die inexplicably Or get lost. If you feel scared, there is still time to withdraw.” Before departure, Fei Jin said to other representatives.

"Nild, you underestimate us too much. Are we such greedy people who fear death?" A representative laughed.

"Fei... Nield, you still don't know who we are, stop talking nonsense, it's time for us to set off."

The negotiation site was not far from Westminster Abbey. The workers' representatives were all poor and could not afford a carriage, even a public carriage, so they could only walk there. When they set off, it was still dark, and several people came out of the house with lanterns and went to the street.

Unlike the rich districts with gas street lamps, the streets of the poor districts are completely dark at night. In the darkness as thick as iron, the dim yellow light of the lantern did not reach very far, at most it illuminated only a small area in front of Fagin's feet.

The light shone on Fagin's feet, walking in tandem. The road is also very quiet, not even Tom and Pluto, who are traveling at night. Because this is a poor area, the area is full of hungry, scary upright apes, and it is very dangerous for other animals-even animals such as rats.

But Fagin didn't care. He had been walking in the dark for an unknown number of years. He walked forward firmly, and the road became clearer and brighter as he walked.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, the workers' representatives arrived at the site of the talks, but the other side of the talks - those gentlemen did not show up on time.

Fagin, who had studied in Toulon, knew that this was a deliberate gimmick played by these guys to create pressure on their negotiating opponents. When he came to negotiate, he had already estimated that there would be such a situation, and told everyone about it. At that time, some people also suggested that if we were late, we would in turn put a little pressure on them.

But this suggestion was rejected by Fagin.

"Time is on our side, we don't need to use such little tricks. In fact, the more tricks we play, the more we will lose our composure. If they really play like this, we can go so far, and we can do more. take a break."

So since the gentlemen hadn't arrived yet, the representatives simply took out the bread and water they had prepared, took a sip of water, took a bite of bread, and rested while eating.

After a long time, around ten o'clock, those gentlemen came to the venue.

Generally speaking, the attitude of the gentlemen is quite kind, which is also their normal state. Even with a clear order, the factory protection team can shoot, bribe the police, and let them assassinate the worker's representative, Mr. Ren. When he usually sees the workers in the factory, he always smiles and looks extraordinarily friendly. People who don't know him, I'm afraid they really think that Master Ren is actually a kind-hearted person. It's just that those managers with chicken feathers as arrows are really bad. It's because they deceived the master that they made everyone's life so sad.

The so-called "the king of hell is easy to see, but the little devil is hard to deal with", is actually similar to this. It's easy to see the King of Hades, but he doesn't have to do anything himself, so he can naturally pretend to be kind; and the reason why the little ghost is difficult is because he is carrying out the orders of the King of Hades? Therefore, the personalities of big capitalists are generally good people.

Now as soon as this group of benevolent people came in, they greeted the workers with care, and then started to laugh and sing high-pitched songs, talking about making progress together, chasing dreams, and talking a lot. But when it comes to key contractual issues, they are always silent.

"Don't waste time." Fei Jin said, "I know that time is very important to you. The opening day of the Pakistan Fair is very close. If you still want to waste time, then we are willing to accompany you - anyway, there are not many God, we can support it until the start of the Pakistan Fair, and we can still support it.”

"Can you last until then? By then, you will all starve to death." A master couldn't help it, and said sarcastically.

"We don't care. Anyway, workers like us, if they can't save a boat ticket to North America within five years, they will all die. Dying a few years earlier is a few years less suffering. But you guys Master, drag it on, you bought materials, borrowed loans in order to make a profit at the Pakistan Fair... Hehe, you are not afraid of death, what are we afraid of?" Fei Jin immediately retorted.

"Oh, brother Nield, don't be angry. We are negotiating now to let everyone have a satisfactory result, not to fight against each other. Well, it's getting late now, why don't you talk about your demands , let's study it first, and then discuss it together. What do you think?" Ren said with a kind smile on his face.