C2939 The capitalist is not happy

The 26 members panel was practically cursing as they forcefully passed the temporary bill, of course Thiers and the rest were still working hard on it.

Behind him, Thiers and the other Senators had already made many secret promises to the House of Representatives. They had almost made it clear that they would need to compensate their losses after the battle.

Countless secret agreements had been reached in the corners, and those members who had suffered losses had to obtain a promise before they could go back and give their votes.

But no matter what, even if he had to tear down the east wall to replace the west wall, the most difficult moment had finally passed.

Blanqui also knew that he couldn't ask for too much, so he finally nodded and agreed to Gan Bida's compromise plan. When the final resolution was changed to black and white on the notice board outside the Bourbon's palace, the forty to fifty thousand people who had gathered suddenly erupted into fanatical roars.

"Long live... Long live China! "

Many women and children were crying out loud. Their miserable lives had actually become so bright at this moment!

The middle-class and small capitalists in the crowd were all dumbfounded. They never thought that the establishment of China would be able to cut their flesh so easily. Although it wasn't much, it was enough to make them feel heartbroken.

Although the people outside the Bourbon's palace were few in number, their influence was greater than the poor people. They all clenched their teeth and retreated out of the crowd to find a solution.

A few gentlemen in suits were smoking outside a tailor shop. Their eyes were anxious and flustered. The atmosphere in front of them made them feel a sense of danger.

One of them, a middle-aged man with a red bow tie, said, "Paris won't be able to stay any longer. I can smell the blood. I must leave this place. Today, I'll leave …"

"Gentlemen, what about you? Any decisions? Let me tell you this, my neighbor Viscount Fiat ran away yesterday, and I heard that he directly took refuge in the relatives in the Switzerland … "

Everyone else sighed. A gentleman with white sideburns let out a long sigh, "My old friend …" "You are in the wine business, your businesses are in Burgundy and Bordeaux, Paris is in disarray, you can go to your winery and take refuge …"

"I can't, all my assets are in Paris, a pawn shop, six rented apartments... "If I leave, what will happen to these businesses?"

The other young man threw his cigarette butt on the ground and put it out. He was obviously the wealthiest among them. His suit was made of top quality goods, and the white silk handkerchief in his chest pocket was obviously top quality Chinese goods.

"Damn it, those councilors have raised a lot of campaign funds from me. Is this how they repay me now? Elder brother-in-law, don't worry. I know Thiers, and I asked him for an answer … "

It turned out that the middle-aged man who ran the pawnshop was a relative of his.

Just as the group of people were discussing amongst themselves, an even fiercer sound suddenly erupted from the streets. The crowd charged forward as if someone had given them a signal.

The few of them looked over and saw that the council had finally dispersed. These council members who had spent the entire night walking unsteadily out of Bourbon's palace.

Blanqui was actually at the front of the group. When he and the Workers' representative appeared on the stairs, all the poor people cheered and jumped in joy like they had gone mad.

Blanqui waved his arms on the stairs as if he was drunk, and waves after waves of shouts came from the crowd.

The few gentlemen from the tailor shop looked at the scene with ashen faces. The words of the ignorant woman beside them almost made them die of anger.

"God bless you... God bless the noble gentleman... "I can finally endure through this winter. Wuu, I can finally endure through it …"

Aunt Ma Li, you have two sons who are soldiers in Self Guard. From today onwards, your family will earn three francs per day.

"That's right, my pawnbroker's winter clothes can also be redeemed at half price. The child finally doesn't need to be frozen anymore …" Poor little Maria, she froze to death last winter... She's only six years old … "

Wiping away her tears, the woman looked at the workers and leaders who were fighting for their benefits. Each and every one of them was as grateful as if they were looking at God.

"God bless you... This winter, no one dared to raise the rent anymore. At last, they could buy some coal … Long live China! "

The poor don't know politics, and they don't know the rules, but they know how hard it is to live, and who gives an extra loaf of bread in the worst of times is their God!

The few capitalists who were listening nearly fainted from anger. They thought to themselves, "Your days are good, those people are just digging out flesh and blood from our bodies!"

A few business owners gritted their teeth and said, "Mr. Eugene, you are the one with the most wealth out of us, and you have the most social resources as well … With the current situation, you have to come forward! "

"Go and ask those councilors, what exactly do they want? Do they not want our money and votes from now on? "

Eugene was the brother-in-law who opened pawn shops. He owned a Steel plant and two machinery factories outside Paris, and those that could manage heavy industry in nineteenth century were the mainstream management of the society.

This was similar to the 21st century, where he was able to operate the Internet economy, do artificial intelligence, and other industries... In the end of nineteenth century, heavy industry was the country's highest technology industry.

Steel plant, Machinery Processing Plant, Chemical Industry, Military Industry … These industries were very profitable national supporting industries, and the political influence of the big business people were all very strong.

Eugene nodded his head, and began to search the crowd for Thiers's figure, the one with the highest qualification being Thiers.

Just as he was looking around, he saw Thiers's figure appearing at the entrance of Bourbon's palace. A group of bodyguards quickly went to protect the representative.

"Wait for me at the coffee shop in the garden... "I have news on where I can gather with you guys …" With that, Eugene squeezed through the crowd and started to approach Thiers.

The Bourbon's palace's door had already become a sea of joy, the people almost threw Blanqui and the rest into the sky, when General Trochu walked out and saw that his glory had been snatched away, his face turned black.

Thiers walked over to the old general's side and said in a low voice, "Special treatment during special times … "In the future, when we can take care of them …"

The old general nodded and forced a smile. At this moment, dozens of reporters from the newspapers pressed the shutter button and recorded this historical scene.

News of the founding of the Republic was published in the newspapers throughout Paris that morning, and the first concrete programme of governance of the Republic was analysed.

The soldiers squeezed through the celebrating crowd and entered an alley. The representatives' carriages slowly left the Bourbon's palace, and after more than twelve hours of great debate, their bodies and minds were extremely exhausted.

Thiers sat inside the carriage, he reached out and hung up the curtains, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, carefully analyzing the situation in front of him. The carriage slowly moved through the cheering crowd, but all of this did not seem to have anything to do with him.

Just as he was resting, a familiar voice sounded out from outside the carriage: "Representative Thiers, Mr. Representative... I am Eugene, I am Eugene … Can you let me into the carriage? "

Thiers laughed as he pulled open the curtains. It seemed that this old friend of his, Eugene, had supported him for many years.

"Get him up here, this is my old friend!"