The 26-member committee almost forcibly passed this provisional bill amidst a chorus of scoldings. Of course, this still involved the continuous efforts of Thiers and others.
Behind the scenes, Thiers and other senators made secret promises to countless members of the House of Representatives, only to tell them clearly that they would compensate for their losses after the war.
Countless secret agreements were reached in corners, and those legislators who had suffered losses had to be promised before they could go back and give an explanation to their vote bank.
But no matter what, even if it means tearing down the east wall of the future to make up for the west wall of the present, the most difficult moment has finally passed.
Blanqui also knew that the asking price should not be too harsh, and finally nodded and agreed to Gambetta's compromise plan. When the final resolution was put in black and white on a notice board outside the Bourbon Palace, the 40,000 to 50,000 people who had gathered suddenly erupted. roared wildly.
"Long live...Long live the Republic!"
Many women and children burst into tears. At this moment in their miserable lives, there really was such a glimmer of light!
The middle class and small capitalists in the crowd were all dumbfounded. They never expected that their flesh would be cut off with the first cut just after the founding of the Republic. Although it was not much, it was still painful enough.
Although these people outside the Bourbon Palace were small in number, their influence was greater than these poor people. They gritted their teeth one by one and withdrew from the crowd to find countermeasures.
Several gentlemen in suits were smoking cigarettes outside a tailor shop. Their eyes were anxious and panicked, and the atmosphere in front of them gave them a sense of danger.
One of the middle-aged men in a red tie said, "I can't stay in Paris anymore. I smell blood. I have to leave here. I'm leaving today..."
"Gentlemen, what about you? Do you have any decision? I can tell you that my neighbor Viscount Fiat ran away yesterday. I heard that he went directly to seek refuge with relatives in Switzerland..."
Others sighed, and a gentleman with gray sideburns sighed, "My old friend... you are in the wine business, and your properties are all in Burgundy and Bordeaux. If the situation in Paris is chaotic, you can go there." The wine estate took refuge..."
"I can't. All my assets are in Paris, a pawn shop, six rental apartments... What will happen to these properties if I leave?"
Another younger gentleman threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out. He was obviously the richest man here. The suits he wore were all top quality. The white silk handkerchief in his chest pocket looked like top quality Chinese goods. .
"Damn it, those congressmen have raised a lot of campaign funds from me. Is this how they will repay me now? Don't worry, brother-in-law, I know Thiers. I'm going to ask him for an answer..."
It turned out that the middle-aged man who opened the pawn shop was related to him.
Just as a group of people were talking, suddenly a louder sound erupted on the street, and the crowd suddenly rushed forward as if someone had given a signal.
A few people took a closer look and saw that the parliament had finally adjourned, and these exhausted members of Congress staggered out of the Bourbon Palace.
Blanqui actually walked in the front. When he and the workers' representatives appeared on the steps, all the poor people cheered like crazy.
Blanqui waved his arms on the steps as if he was drunk, and the roars of "Long Live" from the crowd rushed towards him wave after wave.
The gentlemen in the tailor shop looked at the scene in front of them with livid faces. The words of the ignorant woman next to them almost made them angry to death.
"God bless you... God bless the noble gentlemen... I can finally get through this winter, woo woo, finally I can get through it..."
"Yes, Aunt Marie, you have two sons who are soldiers in the Self-Defense Forces. From today on, your family will have an income of three francs a day. Finally, your children can eat an extra piece of bread..."
"That's right, the winter clothes I pawned can be redeemed at half price. The child finally doesn't have to suffer from the cold... Poor my little Maria, she froze to death last winter... She is only six years old..."
The woman wiping her tears looked at the worker leaders who had fought for the benefits for them, and each one of them looked at them with gratitude as if they were looking at God.
"God bless you... No one will dare to raise the rent this winter, and your family can finally buy some coal... Long live the Republic!"
The poor don't understand politics, and they don't understand anyone who says the system is good, but they know how difficult their lives are. In the most difficult times, whoever gives them an extra piece of bread is their god!
The few capitalists who were watching were almost fainted with anger. They said to themselves that you are living a good life, but you are poaching our flesh and blood from us!
Several business owners gritted their molars and said, "Mr. Eugene, you have the richest assets among us and the most social resources... In this situation, you have to step in!"
"Ask those congressmen, what do they want to do? Do they never want our money and votes from now on?"
Eugene, the brother-in-law who opened a pawn shop, owned a steel factory and two machinery processing plants outside Paris. In the 19th century, people who could run heavy industry were the mainstream businesses in society.
This is just like the industries that can operate the Internet economy, artificial intelligence, etc. in the 21st century... At the end of the 19th century, heavy industry was the highest high-tech industry in the country.
Steel plants, machinery processing plants, chemical industry, military industry...these industries are all very profitable and pillar industries for the nation, and the big businessmen here have very strong political influence.
Eugene nodded and began to look for Thiers in the crowd. Among the congressmen he supported, Thiers was the most qualified.
While he was looking for it, he saw Thiers' figure appearing at the gate of the Bourbon Palace. A group of bodyguards quickly protected the MP.
"You guys go to the Garden Cafe and wait for me...I'll meet you there if I have news..." After saying that, Eugene squeezed into the crowd and started to approach Thiers.
The entrance to the Bourbon Palace had become a sea of joy, and people almost threw Blanqui and others into the sky. When General Trochu came out and saw that his glory had been snatched away, his face turned black. .
Thiers walked past the old general and whispered, "Special treatment in special times... There will be a time to deal with them in the future..."
The old general nodded and forced a smile. At this time, dozens of newspaper reporters pressed their shutters to record this historical scene.
That morning, newspapers all over Paris announced the news of the founding of the Republic, and analyzed the Republic's first specific policy plan in lengthy articles.
The soldiers squeezed their way out of the celebrating crowd, and the carriages of the congressmen began to slowly leave the Bourbon Palace. More than twelve hours of debate made them extremely exhausted physically and mentally.
Thiers sat in the carriage and hung up the curtains with his hands. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his hands, carefully analyzing the situation in front of him. The carriage moved slowly amidst the cheering crowd, but it seemed as if it had nothing to do with him.
While taking a rest, a familiar voice suddenly sounded outside the carriage: "Congressman Thiers, Mr. Congressman... I am Eugene, I am Eugene... Can you let me get in the carriage?"
Thiers smiled as soon as he opened the curtains, and it turned out that he was really his old friend Eugene who had supported him for many years.
"Let him come up, this is my old friend!"
