The Seine River flows slowly, which is the mother river that nourishes Paris, France. In a slum area on the south bank of the Seine River, the streets that were once lively and busy and full of market atmosphere now look very lonely.
Compared with the liveliness and busyness of the surrounding neighborhoods, the neighborhoods here seemed extremely dilapidated, especially the burnt ruins near the river bank, which stood dark and shocking.
It is already early spring in March, and the climate in Paris is still very warm and humid. At this moment, traces of grass and flowers can be seen in the corners of the ruins, bringing a touch of life to this lifeless place.
On the street on the edge of the ruins, a lonely middle-aged man was quietly watching this miserable scene. His brows were furrowed, and his mind kept imagining how ferocious the fire would be. He even faintly heard the screams and wails in the ruins!
No one knows how long this gentleman has been standing here, but local residents can tell that he is a big shot, because there are several plainclothes guards on high alert around him.
Someone who can take guards to the streets must be a big shot, and the people in the slums will definitely not dare to mess with them!
The people passing by passed by him one after another. No one dared to strike up a conversation, and no one dared to disturb him.
Cigarette butts fell one by one at his feet. More than an hour had passed. Finally, the big man sighed, shook his head, tightened his tight coat, turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, Two figures walked out from the corner of the street and ran directly towards him.
The guards subconsciously wanted to stop him, but when the big man looked up and saw the person coming, they stopped the guards.
"Let the two of them come over, don't stop them, I know them!"
The two people who arrived were dressed very simply. One of them was wearing overalls and a dirty peaked cap, which was the most common dress of blue-collar workers in the factory.
Although another gentleman was wearing a suit, he was extremely dirty and had two patches on his cuffs. His leather boots were also dusty and had not been oiled for an unknown amount of time.
Such people are very common in the Paris slums, but what is unforgettable is the sharp eyes of these two people, which are full of wisdom, determination, and courage, and are completely free of the numbness and cowardice of ordinary people.
"Dear Gambetta, we haven't seen each other for many years. When did you come to Paris? On behalf of my old friends, I welcome you."
It turns out that the person who has been watching by the ruins is Gambetta, a rising star in French politics. He is also one of the representatives of the Republican Party.
Gambida looked at these two old friends he hadn't seen for many years and couldn't help but secretly complain. But he couldn't show it on his face yet, he could only shake hands with the other party enthusiastically and said with a smile.
"Varland, Duval, we haven't seen each other for a long time. The last time we met was in Brussels, Belgium, right? Oh, my God, this was ten years ago."
"Yes, we met at our tutor's house. Teacher Blanqui has always been thinking about you!"
The three people stood in front of the ruins and exchanged enthusiastic greetings. Gambida's followers around them looked at these two ordinary people in confusion.
A guard walked up to Gambetta's secretary and whispered, "You have been following the MP for a long time. Do you know these two people? Aren't these just ordinary Paris workers? How can they be qualified to work with them?" Are the congressmen chatting and laughing?”
Gambetta's secretary smiled bitterly and said, "Keep your voice down, these are not ordinary workers. One of them is a bookbinder, and the other is a foundry in a steel factory."
"But this is only their superficial identity. The identity behind them is terrifying. They are students of the exiled scholar in Belgium."
The guard obviously didn't understand how deep the water was. He asked doubtfully, "Who is the Belgian exiled scholar? Why didn't I know?"
"Of course you don't know, that man spent most of his life in a French prison. His name was Blanqui, and his name has now been named as a sect, called the Blanqui faction."
"They are all a group of anarchists, idealists, and lunatics. They have organized several armed uprisings, and they are all guys who openly confronted the emperor with real swords and guns!"
"The congressman had some contact with these people, but later they parted ways because of different ideas."
"Oh God, why did they come to the door? It seems the situation is really delicate!"
The guard looked confused after listening for a long time. Of course he didn't know how deep the water was, but if Xiao Letian were here at this moment, he would definitely be so shocked that his eyes would fall out.
Blanqui, and the Blanquists named after him. This was the real driving force behind the Paris Commune. Varlan, and Duval. Although they were just ordinary workers, they were Blanqui's direct disciples.
This is one of the main leadership groups of the future Paris Commune. His reputation among the French working class is at its peak. Their names have long been at the top of the Paris police watch list.
Gambetta really didn't expect to meet these two people today. He smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect that in such a big Paris, we could meet by chance. This is really God's will!"
Wallan shook his head, "No, no, no, you don't need to doubt us, we are not following you. Today is the anniversary of the massacre in the tavern. Last year, Montauban led his brutal army to massacre hundreds of innocent workers here. "
"The tavern was also burned to ruins. To this day, no one dares to rebuild it. A whole year has passed and we have not been able to avenge those workers and comrades! But at least we have to come to pay homage to them. In addition, we also I want to see who else in this world has not forgotten them?"
"I didn't expect that you, a representative of the republic, would come forward in person. On behalf of the working class in Paris, I would like to express my gratitude to you!"
Gambida sighed and said, "Yes! I have to come and see with my own eyes. I have to remind myself at all times how cruel the man sitting on the emperor's throne is. I have to remind myself at all times not to put my hope in it." On him!"
When Duval heard this, he quickly followed up and said, "My dear old friend, you are absolutely right. Napoleon III announced that he would carry out some constitutional reform and hoped to implement a constitutional monarchy like the United Kingdom. This is a shocking scam."
"It is impossible for him to give up power. Just look at his plans to amend the constitution. He actually wants to retain control of the military and even retains the power to appoint and remove the cabinet?"
"What is this if it's not deception? So France's hopes cannot be pinned on him. France's future should belong to all its citizens. My dear old friend, unite with us. Only if we unite can we build A new world!”
