Chapter 257: Propagation, President Jordan, Equality Council
February 18th, morning
Something special happened in a mediocre little restaurant in Manchester. Early in the morning, Sea Rat Gang, the fat and burly man Hewell, who was feared by everyone, broke in with a bag and something wrapped tightly in cloth.
Just when the boss Hopkins thought that the Sea Rat Gang was going to collect protection laws again, and was holding back his heartache and was about to ask Charlie, the waiter who worked in his store, to get the money, Hywell threw a bag on his shoulder on the table.
Ask Hopkins to call everyone in the store.
Hearing this, Hopkins, who was in his seventies, was startled, thinking that something serious had happened. He tremblingly asked cautiously: "Hey, what happened?"
"First call everyone here to gather." Hewel urged impatiently.
"Okay, okay..." Hopkins quickly called several chefs and waiters in his shop over.
"Is this everyone?" Haywell glanced at the seven people standing in a row, tall, short, fat, thin, men, women, and children.
Hopkins was obviously an elder, but Hywell, who was at least thirty years younger than him, nodded and bowed: "Yes, we haven't started business today yet, and the people here now are all people from our store."
"That's just right." Hewel reached out and opened the bag next to him, revealing the book inside. "Is anyone illiterate?"
"I..." Charlie, a short waiter who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, shrank his neck and slowly raised his hand.
After him, three more people raised their hands.
"Who among the rest doesn't know Dunmanwen?" Haiwell felt a headache.
Chef Harrison raised his hand: "I only know Bressian."
Haywell glanced at Chef Harrison, lowered his head and rummaged through the books in his bag, and finally picked out two sets of Dunman and one set of Brexi: "Take these."
"This is..." Hopkins looked at the book in shock.
"These books were handed down from above. They are very important. Those who are literate are required to use them and tell the contents to those who are illiterate." Hewel rewrapped the remaining books and said, "I will come back in a few days.
It’s up to you to see if you have finished the investigation. If you have finished it, you will not need to pay protection fees in the future. If there is anyone who has not finished it, Monroe will come to talk to you personally."
Harrison asked: "We can read it ourselves, but we have to tell the illiterate people what's inside?"
"Otherwise, what will they do?" Hywell asked.
"But I'm not sure if I can finish reading it in a few days..." After being glared at by Hywell, Harris, who had originally wanted to separate himself from the others, softened his tone.
Hywell first looked at the faces of the seven people carefully, and then said: "That is something you need to consider yourself. Anyway, the three of you have to help the four of them understand the contents of the book. I will do it in a few days."
Come check it out.”
"Then how many days will it be?" Harris asked.
"Three days, two days, one day... it's all possible." Hewel seemed to be very busy, and after saying that, he put the bag on his shoulders again.
"Excuse me, you said that as long as we finish reading the book, we will no longer have to pay protection fees. Is this true?" The voice of 'No more protection fees' has been echoing in Hopkins' ears.
He boldly confirmed it to Hewel.
Haywell nodded and said: "I have repeatedly confirmed with Monroe that it is true."
"Will you still provide asylum in the future..." Hopkins thought he had asked a very unreasonable question.
"Perhaps we won't be needed for a long time." Haywell said no more, turned and walked outside, "Hurry up and take a look."
"What kind of books are these?" Harris's doubts have not yet been solved.
"See for yourself." Hewel left the last words as he swaggered out of the door.
After he left, the seven people in the restaurant swarmed over and grabbed the books on the table.
"What are you robbing! You don't know how to read!" The tall Harris grabbed the fastest little Charlie and took the book back from his hand, "Go and sit aside!"
"Stop grabbing it!" Hopkins shouted, stopping several people present from losing control. "Put the books back on the table! Otherwise, I will fire you right away!"
Being pursued by the Sea Rat Gang and kicked out of the restaurant by Hopkins were unacceptable to the six people present, so they put the books on the table in a polite manner.
Hopkins, who regained his majesty in front of his own people, snorted and stepped forward to check out the books: "Equality, the Internationale, the Women's Manifesto... what are these... and what is their connection with the Sea Rat Gang..."
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Listening to Hopkins murmuring in surprise, the other two readers came over and looked at the big title on the cover of the book.
The rest of the illiterate people jumped up and down, sometimes reading incomprehensible words in the book, and sometimes raising their heads to ponder the uncertain expressions of the few literate people.
"This..." Hopkins opened the thinnest copy of "The Internationale" and was speechless.
"Mr. Hopkins, what does it say?" little Charlie asked impatiently.
Hopkins didn't seem to hear little Charlie's voice, and his eyes were full of unconcealable shock. He quickly scanned the content of "The Internationale" and then looked at the "Women's Manifesto" next to it, which judging from the name, was a bit strange.
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"Mr. Harris, what's written on it?" Little Charlie turned to ask Harris.
Harris's performance was not as good as that of Hopkins. When he was reading "Equality", his whole body froze and allowed little Charlie to pull him.
"These...we..." Harris swallowed his saliva, briefly read the content, and then became helpless and looked at Hopkins for help.
Others who didn't understand looked at Hopkins in confusion.
Hopkins' hands holding the book began to tremble for no reason. He couldn't be sure if he was afraid. Feeling the anxious eyes of others, he closed the book and put it back on the table: "I have no choice, just read...
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"What's written on it?" Little Charlie asked tirelessly.
Several literate people didn't know how to describe the contents of the book in short words. After a long time, Hopkins calmed down, took a long breath, and looked at the door where Hywell left: "It says... turmoil
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"Unrest?" Illiterate people don't understand even more. How can the books brought by the Sea Rat Gang be related to the unrest?
And Hopkins' weather-beaten eyes seemed to have seen what the future would be like in the near future: "Harris, read it to them, starting with the Internationale..."
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February 18th, late at night
Tunman President Jordan, who has sunken eyes, a tall nose, and a tall and lanky body, was escorted by the guards from a mansion where a dinner had just concluded, got into a black car, and rushed to the Presidential Palace.
"Your Excellency." In the back seat of the car, sitting with President Jordan, the Sheriff sat upright with his round belly held tightly by his belt.
Qiao Dun politely said goodbye to the nobleman outside the car, but when he returned to the car, his face became cold. Qiao Dun glanced at him, loosened the collar of his dress and said, "Say."
The Sheriff was a little nervous, especially since President John only gave him this little time to talk in the car: "Since the implementation of the new conscription law, citizens' dissatisfaction has increased. Fortunately, we have taken extremely tough measures in response to every objection.
Suppressed by various means, such protest voices are slowly disappearing."
"Continue to be vigilant and beware of the remnants of the Alliance Army taking advantage of people's emotions to stir up large-scale chaos and once again shake the unity of the Federation." Jordan warned.
"Understood." The Sheriff turned to face Jordan and said.
"How are the immigrants doing recently?" The "New Conscription Law" mainly hits immigrants hard, and if these immigrants are not dealt with well, it may cause unnecessary conflicts between Dunman and several neighboring countries, so Qiao Dun
Pay more attention to their reactions.
The Sheriff said "Uh", and before the "Uh" sound lasted long enough, he finally answered: "Everything is normal. There have been fewer fights recently, and I am much more peaceful than before."
"On the contrary, I feel at peace..." Qiao Dun leaned back on the chair and whispered softly.
"Yes." The Sheriff nodded.
"I guess they are afraid of being caught during this sensitive period. This is good, let them be afraid first. After a while, the situation will be relatively stable, and it will be time to deal with it."
Beads of sweat broke out on the Sheriff's head: "Your Excellency, we should be more cautious when dealing with them..."
Jordan crossed his legs in the spacious back seat: "Of course we have to be cautious, but we have to do it. Only by attacking them now can we divert the conflict and increase the public's support rate."
"clear."
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Republic of Bressey, Lezein, North District Factory
The hot water on the stove was steaming, and Nord put on a coat and looked out the window at the rumbling and busy factory.
"Nord, where is the study class report card that Comrade Morais asked for?" Murphy, who looked a little more mature, knocked on the door and came in to ask for information from Nord.
"On the table," Nord replied without moving.
Murphy rummaged around on the table and quickly got the assessment report card for the latest study class: "What's wrong with you? Why do you keep looking outside?"
Nord, who had grown a beard on his chin, squinted his eyes and looked out at the scene where the snow from the day before yesterday had not yet melted: "I wonder how Virak and the others are doing now. They ran as far away as Dunman and didn't even say anything.
Send us a letter."
Murphy came to the window and smiled: "Do we still need to worry about Verak? And didn't we win the gold smoothly? I heard that they also helped set up a sub-station there, and they will go there in a while.
Pruman."
"I also want to apply to go out and have a look. Although Lezein has been relaxed recently, he is definitely not as free as before." Nord was a little envious of Verak's ability to travel to so many places.
"You can't go out, we can hardly do so much work." Murphy quickly dissuaded him.
"I know, that's all I said." Nord sighed, "Where's Diaz?"
Seeing that Nord was really just talking, Murphy felt relieved: "My brother and Comrade Boyne went to listen to Comrade Ross's new music."
"Comrade Ross has composed another new piece of music? Wasn't it just a few days since the last one was composed?" Nord, who had been immersed in the study class recently, didn't pay much attention to Ross. He was extremely surprised to hear that he had composed new works one after another.
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In his eyes, the high-quality, heart-stirring music composed by Ross would take months to compose.
"Yes, he was not idle while he was recuperating. Comrade Toboy specially helped him get a piano and placed it next to his hospital bed," Murphy said.
"It's amazing..."
"Okay, I have to hand over this list to Comrade Morais as soon as possible. Let's go first." Murphy had something urgent to do, so he didn't chat with the dazed Nord for too long.
Nord patted Murphy on the shoulder: "Go ahead."
"Bang." Murphy left and the door was closed.
"Hmm..." After standing by the window in a daze for a while, Nord stretched out and returned to his desk to read books and take notes.
During this period of time, he had already understood all the words according to Verac's request before leaving, and he was not satisfied with this. He also actively collected information and taught himself Welsh.
"When I learn a foreign language, I will also go out and walk more and see more." Nord thought to himself and silently wrote down the newly learned Willand characters in his notebook.
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The United States of Dunman, Old South York, Mainline Street, Quinn's Tavern
"We have shipped a total of forty barrels of gold in the past few days, and it will take half a month to a month to ship the rest." Yves, who was mainly responsible for moving the gold during this period, reported the situation to Keating.
Verak, who had returned from Manchester City, Sarah, who had just finished urging the printing house to speed up printing, and Willow, who was included in the discussion because of his special status, all sat together.
"Gold matters must be done quickly, but the premise of speed is that there is no risk. You have to find a balance between these two requirements." Keating was afraid that gold would be affected when they dealt with the new conscription law, so he still
I suggest Yves transport it as soon as possible.
"Don't worry, I'm still speeding up. I'll work overtime as long as it's safe, for up to twenty days." Seeing Keating's time requirements, Ive gritted his teeth and gave a more clear and detailed answer within his ability.
short time.
"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Keating looked at Verak with relief, "Where are you?"
Verak said: "The settlers have already received all the books, and they have begun to distribute them downwards for dissemination. After that, I think it will be a matter of time. The longer it takes, the more people they will know."
"I know that the demand from the locals is actually the largest. I will be able to prepare everything for you to use in about a week." Before Keating could ask, Sara quickly followed Verak's report.
Then he said.
"I have also been in contact with Morais in the past few days. The weapons support is in operation and will be in place in about half a month." After listening to the information from the three people, Keating talked about his side.
Condition.
"When you say weapon, do you mean a gun?" Willow asked.
Keating smiled: "If we had cold weapons, we wouldn't have to go to such trouble. I know almost everyone in your gang has them."
"Yes, I was afraid that you didn't know, so I wanted to remind you." Willow smiled awkwardly after realizing that her worries were unnecessary.
"The idea is a good one. Please give me your opinions more in the future. Maybe there is something I missed." Keating encouraged Willow to boldly put forward her ideas to him.