"Compatriots! Citizens! We cannot continue to let those aristocratic gentlemen who only know how to be greedy for money and play with women control the Parliament!

France is our France and the motherland of all French people. We cannot continue to be controlled by such a group of people. We have to get back our rights and declare war on this tyranny...!"

On the campus of the University of Paris, a student wearing black student uniform shouted loudly.

"Take back our rights!" Another student wearing a black uniform shouted, raising his fisted hands.

"Take back our rights!" everyone shouted, raising their fisted hands.

"We must take to the streets and use our youth and blood to fight against the tyranny of the dictatorship. Long live France! Long live the French!"

"Long live France! Long live the French!"

The enthusiasm of young students was completely inflamed by the slogans.

"We are going on strike! We are going to take to the streets to fight against this tyranny. We young people must be at the forefront of fighting against this tyranny."

A professor wearing glasses jumped up to the high platform and shouted at the students below.

"Take to the streets and fight against tyranny!" the students below cheered.

"I still want to go to class. My thesis is almost finished." A weak voice suddenly sounded from the corner.

"Who! Who is where? We are fighting for the happiness of millions of people. What coward are you doing?"

"It's him, Claude Monet!"

A thin boy wearing glasses was pushed out.

"Pull him up!" the professor shouted, pointing at Claude Monet.

"No! Don't!" Several thick arms pulled at him, and Claude Monet dodged helplessly, but he was still thrown onto the high platform by several burly students.

"Claude Monet! Struggle is every student's business, or every Frenchman's business.

Are you French? Claude Monet!" the professor asked sullenly.

"Yes...yes, Mr. Professor! But I just want to complete my thesis, graduate smoothly and find a job." Claude Monet's lips trembled, and his voice was not much louder than a mosquito.

"Looking for a job, I think you want to be the lackey of those noble gentlemen." The professor sneered and took the scissors from a student.

"Hold him down. Today we will first judge this person who is determined to be a lackey of the nobles." The professor gave the order, and immediately several students with big muscles jumped up and held down Claude Monet.

The professor came over and the scissors in his hand made a clicking sound. He grabbed Claude Monet's hair and cut off a large lock of hair.

"No! No! Professor, please let me go! I was wrong!" Claude Monet was held down tightly and could not move. He could only cry and beg for mercy with tears.

But the professor had no intention of letting him go, and the scissors continued to cut on his head. In other words, it cut and pruned, and the white scalp was covered with blood. After a while, Claude Monet turned into

A poor guy with blood and hair on his face.

The wind blew away Claude Monet's hair, and also took away Claude Monet's self-esteem. He cried and howled, but those in the audience were even more crazy.

Whenever the professor cut off a lock of his hair, those people would cheer.

"We must fight, we cannot serve as lackeys for the nobles!" Claude Monet, who was already on the verge of coma after the professor kicked him down, raised his hands and shouted.

"We must fight and kill the nobility's lackeys!"

"Go to the school gate to get new clothes, umbrellas and masks. Let's go to the street." The professor pointed at the yellow clothes and masks on the long desk at the school gate and shouted.

"Professor! Why do you need an umbrella?" The student didn't quite understand why he still held an umbrella in winter.

"Umbrellas are not weapons, but they are our weapons. In this way, those lackeys of the nobles cannot arrest us for illegal weapons possession."

"The professor is very considerate." A group of students in the underground were very impressed.

At night! In a bar in Paris, a group of people who had just finished work or had no jobs were chatting in the bar.

Now that the economy is in recession, many people can only drink a glass of beer slowly. There are even some people with financial constraints who can only hang out without beer.

There is no entertainment for the poor. Having a warm place to sit and chat is happiness for them.

"Hey! Have you heard? As long as you go to the street and follow the parade tomorrow, you can get two francs. This is more cost-effective than going to work in a factory!" A wretched-looking guy said loudly.

"Is such a good thing really possible?" A guy at the same table asked curiously.

"That's right! Even if it's a lie, a trip to Parliament Square will bring you a lot of meat. Go there and see if you can really make money, we can have a beer tomorrow night." The words of the wretched man aroused a lot of excitement.

Attention homeless people.

They have nothing but time to do nothing all day long. Now that there is such a good thing, whether it is true or not, let's go and see it.

Besides, even if you are cheated, you don’t seem to have lost anything.

"What should I do when I get to the square? Who can I ask for money?" my deskmate asked the wretched man loudly.

"In front of the statue in the square, someone will give you clothes, and of course someone will give you money. Keep your voice down, don't let others hear such a good thing." The wretched man seemed to suddenly remember that he was in a beer hall.

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"Oh! Okay, okay!" The deskmate glanced around furtively.

Those who had listened with their ears up just now all turned their heads away and pretended not to hear.

The wretched man and his tablemate drank a glass of beer and got up and left. Soon they appeared in another beer hall not far away, continuing to talk "in a low voice" about the good business that would make money tomorrow.

The patrol officers were patrolling the streets normally. When they walked to the square in front of the parliament building, they found many people wearing yellow vests standing in the square.

"Who are these people?" the patrolman asked his companion in confusion.

"I don't know. I haven't heard of any demonstrations or anything happening recently."

"Could it have something to do with the speaker beating up the congressman?" A patrolman thought of the quite sensational news two days ago.

"No way, that congressman is just a professor, how come there are so many people helping him to stand up?" The patrol officer saw more and more people, like a stream flowing into a lake.

There were more and more people in the square, and the patrol officers did not dare to stop them when they saw so many people, so they could only send people back to the police station to call for reinforcements.

"If you come here to receive money, you will be given one franc just for wearing a yellow vest. If you stand here with the captain for a day, you can get two francs at night."

A guy who looked like a student shouted loudly while holding a tin speaker.

The statue in the middle of the square was already crowded with people, and people who were doubtful crowded here.

Sure enough, as long as you receive the yellow vest from those students and put it on, you will immediately receive a franc and hold the franc in your hand.

The people were very obedient and were sent to a so-called captain in units of one hundred. As long as they marched with the captain for a day, they would be able to get two francs in the evening.

Of course, this requires confirmation from the captain.

Is there such a good thing? These days, workers can only get one franc for a day's work.

After marching in the streets for a day, you can actually get three times the salary of working in a factory. Who the hell wouldn't do this!

There are already smart people who have gone back to their families. If there is such a good thing, of course you have to reap the full benefits.

This can be paid per person!

By noon, the crowd was getting bigger and bigger. It exceeded 10,000 people!

The surrounding police were extremely worried. They were afraid that the crowd would cause trouble. But what the police did not expect was that more than 10,000 people wandered around the parliament building twice in the afternoon and shouted some slogans. At dusk,

Disbanded!

There was no violence as imagined, and nothing radical happened. This made the police officer breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps this was just an ordinary demonstration.

After all, it is still very explosive for the speaker to hit a member.

To the police chief's surprise, just after dawn the next day, the Parliament Square was filled with people.

Last night, everyone who participated in the march got money.

The power of demonstration is infinite. When more than 10,000 people are scattered in every corner of Paris, it is equivalent to more than 10,000 microphones!

Everyone wants to do this kind of thing like picking up money for free!

So early the next morning, countless Parisians skipped work and went straight to the Place des Congrès.

The entire square, as well as several adjacent streets, were filled with marchers.

Even some police officers who are not on duty come here to make extra money.

Soon, another story spread among the crowd. If you rush into the parliament building, you can get a reward of five francs.

The police chief dispatched almost all the police in Paris to maintain order in the square. But these policemen were really outnumbered by the people in yellow vests.

It's like the contrast between the huge waves of a tsunami and the people swimming on the beach.

However, the police chief was not worried. These people had no weapons. They probably just walked around the parliament building and shouted slogans like yesterday.

We have seen this kind of thing a lot, and it will be over in a couple of days. If it doesn’t work, let the Speaker come out and apologize.

Unexpectedly, these people who organized the parade were very powerful. At noon, not only could everyone receive bread, but they could even have a sip of hot soup.

The police chief, who was watching from the top of the parliament building, lamented that the people organizing the march were really rich.

Looking at the people eating below, he also felt hungry. At this time, the speaker's secretary came over to invite him, saying that the speaker invited him to have lunch.

The lunch was sumptuous, the foie gras was delicious, and the wine was mellow.

Just as the police chief and speaker were drinking and chatting, slogans like a mountain roaring and a tsunami came from outside the parliament, followed by a roar of shouts, and it was unclear what they were shouting.

"These people don't know what they are trying to do." The speaker behaved like a normal person and ate a piece of foie gras while chatting with the police chief.
To be continued...