C2495 Gan Bida's old friend

The Seine flowed slowly, nourishing the mother river of Paris. In a slums of the Southern Bank of the Seine River, the previously bustling streets were now extremely lonely.

Compared to the bustling and bustling streets of the surrounding districts, the streets here seemed exceptionally dilapidated. Especially the overheated ruins near the riverbank where they stood in pitch darkness, it was a shocking sight to behold.

It was early spring, and the weather in Paris was still warm and humid. There were traces of grass and flowers in the corners of the ruins, giving a sense of vitality to this lifeless place.

On the street near the ruins, a lonely middle-aged man was quietly watching this miserable scene. His brows were knitted tightly as he kept imagining how fierce that fire must have been. In fact, he could even faintly hear the miserable wails coming from the ruins!

No one knew how long this gentleman had been standing there, but the local residents could see that he was a big shot, because there were several high-alert plainclothes guards at his side.

Anyone who could bring guards onto the street must be a big shot. The commoners in the slums definitely wouldn't dare to offend them!

The commoners passed by him one by one, no one daring to strike up a conversation, no one daring to disturb him.

The cigarette butts landed at his feet one by one. It had been over an hour, and finally the big shot let out a long sigh, shook his head and tightened his coat, then turned around to leave. But at this moment, two figures walked out from the corner of the street, directly running towards him.

The guards subconsciously wanted to stop them, but when the big man raised his head and saw who was coming, he stopped the guards from moving.

"Tell them to come over. Don't stop them. I know them!"

The two men were dressed plainly. One of them was wearing overalls and a dirty cap. It was the usual blue collar worker's outfit.

The other gentleman was wearing a suit, but there were also two dirty patches on his sleeves. It was unknown how long it had been since he had oiled his grey leather shoes.

Such people were common in the slums of Paris, but what was memorable was the sharp gazes of these two. They were filled with wisdom, determination, and determination. They did not have the numbness and cowardice of the common people.

"Dear Gan Bida, we haven't met in a long time. When did you come to Paris? On behalf of my old friends, I welcome you. "

It turned out that the person who had been watching by the edge of the ruins was the new elite Gan Bida. He was also one of the republicans.

Gan Bida looked at these two old friends of his that he hadn't seen for many years, and could not help but grumble in his heart. However, he still could not show it on his face. He could only warmly shake hands and smile as he spoke.

"Wa Erlan, Du Waer, we really haven't seen each other for a long time. The last time we met was at Belgium, right? "Oh my god, that was ten years ago …"

"That's right, we met at the tutor's house. Teacher Blanqui has never forgotten about you! "

The three of them stood in front of the ruins and enthusiastically greeted them.'s subordinates around them all looked at the two ordinary people in confusion.

A guard walked beside Gan Bida's secretary and whispered, "You have been following a representative for a long time, do you know these two? Wasn't this just an ordinary Parisian worker? How do they have the right to chat and laugh with representatives? "

Gan Bida's secretary laughed bitterly and said, "Be quiet, this is no ordinary worker. "One of them is a binder, the other one is a blacksmith for Steel plant …"

"But this is only their identity on the surface. The identity that they have behind their backs is so shocking, they are the students of the exiled scholar from Belgium …"

The guard did not understand how deep the water was and asked suspiciously, "Who are the exiled scholars in Belgium? How come I don't know!"

"Of course you don't know. That person spent most of his life in a French prison. Its name is Blanqui, and right now, its name has already been named as a sect, called Blanqui Sect. "

"They are a bunch of anarchists and idealists. They are all lunatics. They have organized several armed uprisings and they are all people who are in direct opposition to the Emperor!"

"The councillor had some contact with these people, but then he split up because of his ideas."

"Oh god, how did they find us? It seems the situation is very subtle!"

The guard was confused even after listening to Xiao Letian for a long time. Of course, he did not know how deep the water was, but if Xiao Letian was there, he would definitely be shocked to the point that his eyeballs were falling out.

Blanqui, and the Blanqui Sect that he named himself. This was the real mastermind behind the Paris Commune. Wa Erlan, and Du Waer. Although they were just ordinary workers, they were Blanqui's direct disciples.

This was one of the main leading groups in the Paris Commune in the future. In France, the working class was as famous as the sun in the sky. Their names had long been at the top of the Paris Police Department's attention list.

Gan Bida really did not expect to meet these two today. He smiled bitterly and said, "I never thought that we could meet in such a big Paris. It really is the will of God!"

"No, no, no, you don't have to doubt us. We didn't follow you, and today is the anniversary of the tragedy at the tavern. Last year, Montopia led his brutal army and massacred hundreds of innocent workers here …"

"The tavern has also been burnt to ruins. Until today, no one has ever dared to rebuild it. A whole year has passed and we have not been able to avenge our fellow workers!" However, at the very least, we must come and pay our respects to them. Furthermore, we also wish to see exactly who there is in this world that has not forgotten them. "

"I never expected that you, the representative of the Chinese Republic, would personally step in. On behalf of the working class in Paris, I would like to express my gratitude!"

Gan Bida sighed and said, "Yes! I have to see it with my own eyes. I have to remind myself at all times how cruel the person sitting on the throne is, and I have to remind me at all times that I can't place my hopes on him! "

After Du Waer heard this, he quickly followed up, "My dear old friend, what you said is very true. What kind of constitutional reform did Napoleon III send out his smoke bomb, hoping to introduce a monarchy like the one in England?

"It's impossible for him to give up his authority. Look at his plans to amend the Constitution. He even wants to retain control over the army, and even wants to keep the power of appointment and appointment for the cabinet?"

"If this isn't cheating, then what is it? So the hope of the France could not rest on him, the future of France should be the future of all its citizens. "My dear old friend, join hands with us. Only by joining hands can we create a new world!"

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