Just when Jerome Bonaparte was about to take Ham to the cafe to find out what was going on, a pair of white arms blocked the direction of Jérôme Bonaparte. Jerome Bonaparte looked at
The owner of the arm showed confusion in his eyes.
The owner of the arm was a young man wearing a light blue coat and jeans. Holding an old smoothbore pistol, he said to Jérôme with a stern expression: "Sir, you can't go any further! God knows,
Will that mob do anything atrocious to a gentleman like you?"
Jérôme Bonaparte then remembered that Britain in 1848 was at the climax of the Chartist movement, which nearly overturned the British royal family. The movement lasted until 1851.
"Huh?" Jérôme Bonaparte expressed his gratitude to the young man. He did not want to get involved in this political turmoil. Every major political turmoil meant large-scale conflicts. Sometimes the conflicts were too fierce.
Under such circumstances, it would lead to a bloody conflict, either his own blood or the enemy's blood. He didn't want to be spilled with blood in Britain. Now he just wanted to return to France safely.
Seeing that Jerome Bonaparte gave up the idea of moving forward, the young man took one look at Jerome Bonaparte's attire and introduced himself enthusiastically: "I am George John who lives in Piccadilly Street. Who are you?"
"Jerome Stalin!" Jerome Bonaparte, who was wary of the Angsa people, made up a name full of bad taste.
"Mr. Stalin!" George John called Jerome Bonaparte Mr. Stalin seriously, which made Jerome couldn't help laughing.
I wonder if my future loving father will directly purge me if he finds out that I use his name!
After Jerome Bonaparte complained silently in his heart, his smile quickly faded and his expression became more serious.
"Um...Mr. Stalin! Why are you laughing?" George John asked doubtfully.
"I remembered something happy! Go on!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to George John.
"Mr. Stalin, I wonder if you are interested in joining our team!" George John asked tentatively.
"Your team?" Jérôme Bonaparte looked at George John up and down. Judging from his movements and stance, the man in front of him was most likely a community vigilante, and he was the kind who didn't pay.
"That's right!" George John immediately beamed at Jérôme Bonaparte and told Jérôme Bonaparte about the "benefits" of community vigilantes. For example, they can legally collect and receive "donations" and carry out "zero dollar shopping" for the poor. They have meritorious services.
Under certain circumstances, it can be transferred to the regular establishment of the British Police.
To put it bluntly, he is just a free temporary worker. When something goes wrong, the temporary worker solves the problem, and when something goes wrong, the temporary worker takes the blame. All the credit is due to the British police's good leadership.
The treatment is not even as good as the National Guard in France next door.
"What is your position?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked.
"I have been appointed captain of the Vigilante Squad of Piccadilo Street!" George John said to Jérôme Bonaparte with a beaming expression. Looking at his appearance, he thought he was appointed as a minister of a certain department by the Prime Minister of the Cabinet.
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It is a good thing for young people to be passionate, but sometimes they are unlucky because of their passion.
Jérôme, who claimed to have experienced the passionate period, never dissuaded this "young man" (George John was not much younger than Jérôme Bonaparte). Only by letting him suffer some hardships would he understand the world.
Not everything is beneficial.
"I..." Just when Jérôme Bonaparte opened his mouth to express his rejection to George John, a cry came from the direction of the cafe, "We want bread," "We want work," "We want universal suffrage,"
We want democracy,”!
Immediately afterwards, the workers gathered in the cafe also followed up with a call.
Although they don't understand what democracy and universal suffrage are, they hear those big shots (Chartists) say that as long as universal suffrage and democracy are achieved, bread and jobs will be available.
"Let's go! Let's go to the city hall to petition!"
After someone in the crowd suddenly said "petition", the voice of "petition" came one after another, and the workers who had a herd mentality also followed them and shouted "petition".
The person in charge of organizing this "lecture" also did not expect that the "people" would support them (referring to the Chartists) so "enthusiastically". He was as high-spirited as a general commanding thousands of troops.
I saw him jumping off the podium made of two wooden boxes stacked up, and everyone subconsciously made way for the person in charge.
A mighty "petition" army moved from the back to the London City Hall. The Chartist representative walked in front of the team. Behind him were the unemployed workers and the elite who were forced to fall into the proletariat.
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The place where Jérôme Bonaparte was was exactly where the petitioning troops were about to arrive.
Almost all the vigilantes and special police (also part of the British temporary workforce, who take care of their own weapons and take the blame for any accidents) are on standby.
The scene became a little anxious at one point. In this atmosphere, Jérôme Bonaparte could even hear the sound of a vigilante swallowing his saliva three meters away from him.
"Man! It seems we are in trouble!" George John's voice trembled slightly. This was his first time facing the petitioning force. In the past, he had only heard from neighbors.
"I think so!" Jérôme Bonaparte felt the same way and agreed. Ham, who was being held by Jérôme, also grinned and yelled "Wangwang" twice.
Seeing the parade getting closer and closer, Jérôme Bonaparte wanted to leave. He did not want to get involved in this political whirlpool.
When Jerome Bonaparte was about to turn around and leave, George John's hand grabbed Jerome Bonaparte's sleeve: "George!"
"Mr. Stalin, you can't leave!" George John begged and looked at Jerome Bonaparte.
"Damn it! I am not a vigilante! I have no obligation to help the government suppress them!" Jerome Bonaparte said to George John while holding back his anger.
"Mr. Stalin, look around!" George John pointed to the vigilantes around him and whispered into Jérôme Bonaparte's ear: "If you leave rashly, the entire team may collapse!
If you are traced by then, you will be sent to a military court!"
Jérôme Bonaparte laughed angrily and said, "I'm just an innocent passerby. How do you treat a foreign friend like this?"
"Sir, this is Britain!" George John also responded helplessly.
"The United Kingdom, son of a bitch!" Jérôme Bonaparte cursed in a low voice.