In the early morning, Mason, who lives on Bayswater Street, left his home and went to work at his company five blocks away.
Mason lives in a room on the second floor of a three-story garden house. The annual rent for such a house exceeds one hundred pounds. With Mason's salary, he cannot afford to live there. Fortunately, the house where Mason lives is owned by the company, and the company owns it.
The house was rented to Mason as staff quarters, and Mason only had to pay five shillings a month.
If you take an electric car from Mason's home to the company, it costs five pence one way, but if you buy a monthly pass, it only costs 1 pound and 5 shillings per month. If the month is calculated as 30 days, you need to ride twice a day, which is exactly
It's 50% off.
Aunt Miranda at the convenience store on the street is always kind and friendly. When passing by the convenience store, Mason spent 5 pennies to buy a breakfast. The breakfast included a piece of bread, a glass of milk, and an egg. Such a breakfast was enough to satisfy Mason.
What your body needs in one morning.
"Don't forget to vote for Mason. You have lived here for more than half a year. I remember that you are a good young man. Remember to vote for Mr. Felton. He is the good man who really thinks about us -" Milan
Da is a loyal supporter of Labor Party candidate Felton.
"Okay Miranda, I remember-" Mason responded with a smile, he would not vote for the hypocrite Felton.
The British Electoral Act of 1832 lowered the voter standards, and low-income people became eligible to cast their sacred vote.
In 1885, the British electoral law was revised, changing the electoral system based on counties and cities, and stipulating that one member could be elected for every 50,000 to 80,000 people, so that large cities like London could produce more members and have more members.
Greater voice.
There are three candidates in Mason's election, namely Felton of the Labor Party, Hodgson of the Conservative Party, and Thomas of the Liberal Party.
Felton was a businessman who ran a china shop and was a member of the Liberal Party. After the rise of the Labor Party, he left the Liberal Party and joined the Labor Party, becoming Mason's candidate.
Hodgson is a veteran member of the House of Commons. He was born in a dilapidated aristocratic family. During the 20 years he served as a member of the House of Commons, he worked hard and did not do an outstanding job, but he did not make any major mistakes. He is a mediocre and people-friendly person.
Thomas has a rather special background. He was a soldier who participated in the World War. He retired after the World War. He has been speaking out for veterans and has a good reputation among military families.
Compared to the hypocrite Felton and the veteran Thomas, Mason still wanted to vote for Hodgson. Felton was the first to be excluded, and Mason did not believe that Thomas would sincerely protect Mason's interests.
He can't even protect the interests of veterans.
"Gentlemen, please vote for our Mr. Felton. Only then will he serve us ordinary people sincerely. The Labor Party is the party of our ordinary people and represents the interests of our ordinary people-"
"Don't believe the instigation of the Labor Party. If the Labor Party comes to power, it will turn our glorious and great British Empire into a Russian-style country. This is absolutely intolerable. Vote for our MP Hodgson. He has rich experience and outstanding ability."
, is a qualified member of parliament——"
"Support Thomas, he is our best choice——"
Several publicity personnel on the street were working hard to promote the situation hoarsely, and their words were clearly targeted. If it weren't for the figures of two police officers not far away, there might have been a big fight by now.
Seeing Mason in suits and ties, several publicists suddenly became excited. Although the UK has lowered voting standards, not everyone is eligible to vote. Mason in suits and ties obviously meets the standards of voters. He is the publicist.
real goal.
"Sir, please vote for Mr. Felton——"
"No, no, sir, Mr. Thomas is the most suitable candidate——"
"Sir, you must support the Conservative Party. Only the Conservative Party can better safeguard the interests of the British Empire——"
Before Mason finished chewing the bread, several publicity staff gathered around him, and the Labor Party member even put a scarf embroidered with Labor Party slogans around Mason's neck.
Wow, there are even free scarves, and they are given away so easily. Doesn’t it mean that the Labor Party is very poor?
"Mason, good boy, vote for Mr. Felton -" Aunt Miranda's voice of encouragement came from behind, and Mason did not forget to wave in response despite his busy schedule.
"Okay, gentlemen, can you let me go? I have to go to work now -" Mason was pitiful. At this time, the tram arrived in time, and Mason jumped on the bus with a quick stride.
"Remember to vote for Mr. Felton -" The Labor Party propagandist followed the tram for a few steps. He paid the most, and a scarf cost several shillings anyway.
"It's so crazy-" Mason took off his scarf, then thought about it and put it around his neck again.
"Support the Labor MP?" A middle-aged man next to him took the initiative to greet Mason.
"Sorry, I haven't thought about it yet-" Mason was very clever and gave an answer that would not offend anyone.
"It's best not to do that, the Labor Party will destroy our country -" the middle-aged man said decisively. He was probably a staunch anti-Nazi like someone else.
"Nonsense, the Labor Party is the hope of this country -" someone next to him immediately retorted.
"Is the Labor Party really the workers' party? Stop joking!" The middle-aged man revealed the secret.
"Isn't it the same with the Conservative Party and the Liberal Party? They have never fulfilled their campaign promises -" More and more people participated in the discussion, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.
Mason stood at the door of the tram with a look of helplessness. People are like this during the election. They are all more nervous than the candidates. They don’t know where such enthusiasm comes from. If they use this enthusiasm at work,
I guess I won’t have to squeeze into the tram to go to work every day.
Ah, no, if they used this enthusiasm at work, they probably wouldn't have to go to work.
Fortunately, the company wasn't too far away. Mason couldn't bear the quarrel in the car and got off the bus a block early.
After jumping off the tram, Mason looked back and saw that there was already pushing and shoving inside the tram, and it was expected that there would be a big fight after a while.
This had nothing to do with Mason anymore. Mason threw the wrapping paper in his hand into the trash can on the street and ran all the way to the company.
"Good morning Mason-" The company receptionist looked at Mason with a slightly surprised look.
Mason is also wearing a Labor Party scarf, and the boss of Mason's company is a loyal supporter of the Conservative Party.
Are they supposed to represent the interests of the nobility and landowners?
"Good morning Lisa, you look so beautiful today -" Mason pulled the scarf off directly and thought about it before throwing it into the trash can next to the front desk. The boss probably didn't want to see anything related to the Labor Party in the company.
Entering the office, Mason's colleagues were also having a heated discussion.
"People are going crazy. I received several brochures not far from my house. If they put their campaign enthusiasm on governing the country, we will definitely defeat the Germans without any effort -" a young man from Italy
Tony has a weird accent, and the November election has nothing to do with him, but that's how Italians are, they are very enthusiastic about everything.
It's just about enthusiasm. Italians are the best at talking, giants in language, and dwarfs in action. The Germans are usually vulnerable to them. In fact, on the battlefield, the 12 battles of the Isonzo River are the best.
Comment.
"The Conservatives and the Liberals are going to be in trouble this time. The Labor Party is coming fiercely and will not give up until it achieves its goal." Some mature and solemn people expressed concern about the prospects of the Conservative and Liberal parties. Although the Labor Party is powerful, in fact, Mason Company is optimistic about the people in the Labor Party.
Not much.
The company Mason works for is a trading company engaged in import and export commodity agency business. Its main business project is to import motorcycles from southern Africa and sell them locally in the UK.
Southern African motorcycles are famous for their excellent performance. More than 90% of motorcycles sold in the UK are produced in Southern Africa.
Mason's company used to be a motorcycle manufacturer. Unfortunately, in the competition with motorcycles in Southern Africa, Mason's company failed completely, so the company owner simply became an agent of the Johannesburg Motorcycle Company.
Even the boss of Mason's company didn't expect that selling motorcycles in Southern Africa as an agent would be more profitable than producing motorcycles himself, and he would have fewer worries. He didn't need to worry about design and production. The salary of Mason's company was pretty good, with an annual salary of
There has been an improvement, with an average increase of about 10% every year.
"You can't blame others. It was precisely because the Conservative and Liberal parties did not perform well enough that they gave the Labor Party a chance to perform." Murray, the company director, leaned on his desk with a cup of coffee and wore a conservative medal on his chest.
The party's emblem, in fact Mason knew that Murray had left the Conservative Party and became a member of the Labor Party.
The boss doesn’t even know about this situation.
"Mason, who are you going to vote for?" Murray greeted Mason cheerfully. This question was not easy to answer.
"Of course I follow the boss's lead. Whoever the boss votes for, my uncle will vote for -" Mason blinked his big innocent eyes, looking innocent.
"Hahaha, you cunning guy——"
"You have to have your own opinion, young man——"
"Wow, are all southern Africans so smart?"
A group of people laughed. Mason's answer was not the best, but it was the most appropriate.
At this time, the boss strode into the office with a gloomy face, and the group of people who were laughing just now immediately dispersed.
The boss didn't say anything and walked directly into his office.
"Mason, do you want to ask the boss who he voted for?" George, who was sitting next to Mason, sneaked around without noticing that the time had reached nine o'clock in the morning.
It was already nine o'clock, but nothing was done in the morning's work. Mason finally knew why there were no elections in southern Africa. It was such a waste of time.
