Gustav walked to the National Assembly together with several Liberal Party cadres. They did not take the black Mercedes-Benz car sent by Chang Chengtian, and there were no members cheering in front of them. It was just like taking an after-dinner walk, coming to listen to
Voting results tallied by Congress.
When they came to the door of the Capitol, many people who supported Gustav held up Gustav's name and support slogans, shouted his name loudly, waved to him, and shouted "Come on."
Gustav usually smiled and waved to his supporters in response.
This may be the most glorious time since Gustavus entered politics and the end!
Many people know that this calm and calm man, who is cold-faced and cold-blooded towards the wealthy aristocrats, and is willing to relieve the people's worries, actually does not have much chance of winning.
Even though the public knows that his proposition is correct, even though many people hope that Gustave can be elected president.
However, in this republic established in compromise, its correct role is far less than a word from the Junker nobles.
Compared with ordinary people who support Gustav, those media have greater influence, those consortiums can affect more people's wealth, and those officials have greater power!
"Gustav..." In the Congress Hall, Meyer, the candidate of the Child family, showed a playful smile on his face when he saw Gustav walking through the door.
In the flashlight of reporters, he shook hands with Gustave and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Mr. Gustave to have the courage to come after hearing that kind of news. I really admire you.
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Gustav's heart sank. It seemed that the news that the Childe family had turned to Hindenburg was true.
Meyer smiled and waved to the reporters taking pictures around him. At the same time, he said in a voice that only he and Gustav could hear: "I let people reveal the news. From the beginning, I had no intention of running for president.
Field Marshal Hindenburg has always been a target of our support."
Gustav also smiled and waved to the reporters and replied: "Do you think the Juncker consortium will allow others to interfere in the distribution of Germany's interests? In the end, you are just pawns used by the Juncker consortium."
"It's a pity that you are not even qualified to be a chess piece." Meyer and Gustav said tit for tat.
In the square outside the Capitol, several Jews were saying enthusiastically: "Gustav's supporters are going to be very angry this time."
"They are not angry. Those idealists will never understand how insignificant the role of ideals is in the face of money and power." A Jewish businessman with a big belly waved his fat hand covered with gold rings.
shouted.
Even some of the surrounding people who also supported Hindenburg couldn't bear to hear these Jewish "comrades" who had switched sides and supported Hindenburg.
They did not understand why these Jews, who did not even dare to support their own representatives and instead courted the Junkers, could shamelessly ridicule those who supported Gustav.
In the eyes of these Hindenburg supporters, the idealists who dared to insist on voting for Gustav were much taller than these speculative Jewish businessmen!
Unfortunately, the Jews seemed unable to feel the contempt of others, and continued to say sarcastically: "No matter how ideal a candidate is, without sufficient foundation, he can only be a candidate forever. I really hope that next time..."
"Fart!" A leather shoe was thrown into the face of the speaking Jew. People saw a middle-aged man with a gentle appearance jumping out from the group of Gustav's supporters and fighting with the speaking Jew.
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The police who maintained law and order quickly took away the man who beat him. At that moment, his original straight suit was already covered with dust. The plaid tie around his neck had just been torn off. There were a few stains on his face.
His face was black and blue, and the corners of his mouth and nose were full of blood. The leather shoe on his right foot had also been thrown out just now, revealing a pair of black socks.
The beaten Jew lay on his side on the ground, covering his lower body with his hands, howling with a distorted expression.
Many colleagues who knew the man who hit the man were very surprised that their usually gentle and polite boss was so unscrupulous in starting a fight and resorted to abusive tactics.
The moment the man in a suit who hit the man was pressed into the police car, people clearly saw the tears in his eyes!
"This unruly, poor man is simply the embodiment of scum." Seeing the perpetrator being taken away by the police, the swearing Jewish crowd once again became excited.
Finally, the oppressive atmosphere was broken, and one leather shoe after another was smashed in the direction of the Jewish businessman.
Gustav's supporters swarmed forward and staged a melee involving hundreds of people in the square facing the Capitol.
Due to the chaos of the scene, the police failed to separate the crowd quickly this time. The result was that the Jewish group, who were good at business, sat in offices for a long time, and most of whom lacked exercise, were beaten by Gustav's supporters.
Howling like ghosts and wolves, shouting "Police, police! Come here quickly!"
So where are the police gathered around the square? At this moment, they are all surrounding Berlin Police Chief Moss who has just arrived at the scene.
A young police captain who had recently joined the police department through connections took a step forward and said to Chief Moss: "Chief, should we intervene immediately to evacuate the crowd and prevent the situation from expanding?"
Director Moss shook his head and said: "Wait a minute, Gustav's supporters still have the upper hand."
Seize the upper hand and ignore it, wait until you are at a disadvantage before taking action! Moss's thoughts can be said to be known to everyone. The young captain was surprised by Moss's bias. How can a dignified police chief of Berlin be so shameless?
Dalton, who had been with Morse for several years and had become the deputy chief of the Berlin police, patted his young nephew on the shoulder. He had arranged for this nephew to be the police captain, and he also knew his nephew's upright character.
However, Dalton knew better. The Socialist Workers Party that Director Moss joined could almost be said to be the nemesis of all those with an upright character.
Under the leadership of their leader Reinhardt, there has long been a trend of pride in being thick-skinned in the Socialist Workers Party.
Sure enough, before the young captain could speak, Moss laughed and said: "If it were me when I was young and my ideals were insulted by a group of businessmen, I might have been beaten even more severely than they were. Young people, be more impulsive.
It doesn't matter. If you don't have a little impulse, can you still be called a young man? Compared with those gloomy businessmen who ignore their ideals and only chase money, I think young people with straightforward personalities are more likeable."
Although he knew that the Socialist Workers Party that Moss joined supported Gustavus, Dalton did not expect that the forty-five-year-old Moss could still speak so brazenly.
It was clearly Gustav's supporters who took the lead in the fight, but Moss downplayed this behavior as the impulsiveness of young people, and praised them as a group of people with a straightforward character.
Dalton gave a wry smile. Ever since Moss joined the Socialist Workers Party, the old superior who used to be cautious and protective of himself has become more and more shameless.
Dalton doubtfully guessed, could it be that the function of faith is to increase the thickness of the skin?
