A country is destined to be composed of many classes. There are many professions in the world, including farmers and workers, teachers and doctors, kings and nobles, as well as slaves and free people.
Different professions have different resources they can control. This unfairness leads to the emergence of classes.
It is undeniable that the class that controls the most national resources will always rule the class with fewer resources. However, due to the pyramid structure of wealth, it is destined that a small number of people will always occupy the most resources.
Contradictions arise because of this, and this is the biggest cancer in France right now.
The United Kingdom and France were among the earliest countries in the world to develop public intelligence, especially France, a country where romanticism was rampant. The workers and petty bourgeoisie were already quite powerful at the end of the 19th century.
They are large in number but have very few resources. They are poor but have more insight and knowledge than farmers. At least their literacy rate is guaranteed.
This group of people has opened up their people's wisdom, and the policy of obscuring the people has no effect on them, and the suppression of theistic beliefs has lost its meaning. When facing poverty, they will definitely think something, and when they think, they must act.
What is even more frightening is that France once had a great revolution that shocked the world. It was in 1789, the fifty-fourth year of Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty. The Qing Empire was still in the dream of a prosperous age and was unwilling to wake up.
The French ancestors issued the Declaration of Human Rights more than a hundred years ago. The existence of the Republic is an ironclad fact. Although there were two imperial restorations in the later period, many things have been imprinted deep in the soul.
This is the ghost that Napoleon III feared most, the ghost of the Republic, and now it is coming to life again.
Xiao Letian's blurry image was still floating in the sky, but the voice in his mind became clearer and clearer.
"Emperor of France! I don't know what you relied on to secure the throne? First, you have to rely on your uncle's reputation. You must admit that Napoleon is really a hero in human history. No matter what he did, he can be widely recognized* *The love of the people of Lanxi! Even if he becomes the emperor, there will still be people who love him..."
"Secondly, you have won over the power of the old aristocrats and big capitalists. You have restored the imperial system and given those aristocrats some time to survive. Your desperate efforts to develop overseas colonies can satisfy the appetites of the big capitalists and bankers..."
"Third, you use a series of military victories to boost the morale of the people... This trick is too common. I am better than you. I know the people's hearts as well as you. The people at the lowest level hope to be stimulated by news of a series of victories. His nerves are numb due to poverty, their life is too hard and they need the spiritual opium you give them!"
"What is the fourth one? That is the religious authority and orthodoxy brought by the Catholic crowning you. You have been desperately supporting the Catholic missionary cause in the colonies these years. Isn't it just to repay the church's kindness for crowning you?"
"With these four points of support, you can secure your position and restore the monarchy in France, which generally accepts republican ideas. This is the basis of your governance..."
"Hahaha... It's a pity that the hidden danger has appeared now. Do you think you can't play anymore? Do you think..."
The ghost-like Xiao Letian was grinning in the void. He had already drank a whole glass of absinthe. At this moment, Napoleon III had already suffered from severe hallucinations. He even started pouring strong liquor into the glass without going through the ritual.
"Are you a devil? Xiao Letian, are you a devil! Why do you know all this, why do you know..."
The hysterical Emperor took out the jeweled paper knife on the table and chopped it back and forth in the air. If he had to take a sip of strong absinthe, he could no longer feel the stinging pain in his throat.
Xiao Letian's demonic voice still lingers in my ears: "You are afraid! I know what you are afraid of. Your ruling foundation has begun to shake..."
"The earth is so big. North and South America, Africa and India, which are easy to colonize, are all already owned. You can no longer expand your colonies, which means that from now on you can no longer satisfy the appetite of big capitalists!"
"The power of Protestantism has begun to expand, and the Catholic missionary work in the East is not going well. Is the Pope putting pressure on you?"
"And your continuous wars, can't you go on? The people and the army will be tired from fighting all the time. Those veterans who followed you to conquer the Qing Empire and Crimea are already old. They can't fight anymore, right? wrong?"
"And you are getting old. You no longer have the ability to train a new elite force, right?"
"When it becomes difficult for France to develop new wealth, those suppressed conflicts will break out, right? Hahaha, the Republicans are starting to riot. They have started the underground printing press and started printing articles attacking you. Yes or no?"
"Left-wing forces are rapidly expanding among workers and farmers, and there are undercurrents surging underground in bustling Paris, right? Hahaha... You have actually seen it, but you are old, and you don't have the physical strength and energy to solve these problems, right? ?”
"Ah! You are the devil..." There was a crisp sound, and the empty absinthe bottle was smashed to pieces. The Emperor held a paper knife and fought with the voice in the hall, chopping wildly.
In Paris at night, the Chief of Police took a note from the French Emperor and pulled out two battalions of elite guardsmen from the military camp, and entered the sewers of Paris under the cover of night.
At that time, the urban transformation of Paris had been completed, and the sewer system, which would be called a miracle in later generations, was ready for use. For example, in the sewers of the underground city, the wolf-like military police raided the underground printing offices one by one, and all the workers who dared to resist All were shot dead on the spot.
The nobleman, who was sleeping soundly late at night, only faintly heard some gunshots in his dream, turned over and went back to sleep.
But the ordinary slums were in chaos. Under the leadership of the informants, plainclothes police and soldiers arrested left-wingers one after another, and the suppressed cries were heard.
Blood dyed the underground rivers of Paris red. At dawn, corpses were dragged out from the drainage outlets outside the city and dumped on flat carriages, then taken away and buried.
There are more people arrested alive, and what awaits them will be harsh interrogations.
No one knows how many people died that night, but the Emperor spent a night in the Hall of Mirrors, and the news spread like wildfire.
The Panting King was fighting, but that annoying voice was still tormenting him.
"Hahaha, come and kill me! Kill me! Why are you old? Why can't you kill me anymore?"
"Let me get it right? I have nothing to say! The Crimean War happened in 1853, and it has been 16 years now. It has been 16 years. Can the veterans who fought with you back then still fight?"
"Sixteen years have passed. I'm afraid the average age of those elite legions who accompanied you in your expeditions to the north and south has reached forty-five, right? Can they still fight? How many are still alive? Has wealth softened their bones? "
"As for the newly trained legions, how many battles do you think they have fought? How much combat effectiveness do they have? Hahaha, you are no longer good! They are just strong on the outside but weak on the inside..."
"No... stop talking... shut up..."
Bang... crash... I didn't know that the mirror had been damaged, and it was completely shattered into a mess on the floor.
