"It's such a vicious strategy, so good... it's so vicious. I didn't expect that Thiers and others would kill with a borrowed knife. The head of state is also good at killing with a borrowed knife!"
In the small town of Bobigny, Blanqui and his party finally met the top Chinese leaders in the town hall. The godfather of the French workers' movement stood in front of the Eastern leader.
This was a meeting that was destined not to go down in history. The contact between the two parties was completely top secret. Xiao Letian would never let anyone know that he had pro-leftist thoughts, and Blanqui was even less likely to admit that he had any involvement with the invaders.
Blanqui is just sixty-five years old this year, with a head full of white hair and a gray beard, his eyes are wise and firm, and his voice is deep and full of power!
It's no wonder that he was born in the revolutionary movement. He was full of evil spirits, and he looked like he had rolled among the dead!
Xiao Letian waved his hand, and everyone in the room retreated, including the leaders of the labor movement brought by Blanqui, who also retreated to the square outside the town hall to rest.
Where the Chinese military officers brought sumptuous food and drinks to these negotiating envoys, the two sides had nothing to say but just drank and ate in silence.
Varlan, Duval and other leaders looked at the military uniforms and special weapons and equipment on the Chinese officers and soldiers with envy while eating.
They couldn't name many of them, but I believe that since these things can become equipment for the Chinese troops, they must have their own unique uses.
The atmosphere outside the town hall was solemn, but inside the town hall there was already a tense atmosphere.
"Of course the lackeys of the capitalists in Paris want our workers' power to die. They use the committee's numerical advantage to force us to send troops, but they just want to use your hands to eliminate our power..."
"Unexpectedly, the Chinese leader is an old fox and will not be fooled at all... You have already understood the internal fighting in Paris. You are digging a hole to bury our National Guard alive!"
"Do you know how many leaflets and slogans are attacking us on the streets of Paris right now? Everyone is accusing us of colluding with you, and they are all slandering our labor movement as a traitor!"
Blanqui's hair and beard grew angry, "What a clever way to directly poach the hearts and minds of our workers' movement? I thought the Prussians were tigers, and you Chinese people were just a pack of wolves!"
"But I was wrong now. The most threatening person is you, you are the most vicious tiger..."
Blanqui was really angry. The labor movement was already struggling. They had no money, no army, and no external allies. They were fighting little by little with their bare hands.
All Blanqui can rely on is the support of the people and the support of the poor!
Xiao Letian's stick hit him directly. If Xiao Letian cooperated with Thiers and others to lie and deliberately framed the workers' leaders, saying that these people had conspired with the Chinese, then the supporters of the left would definitely Severe differentiation occurs.
This kind of thing is really terrible!
Xiao Letian was not angry when he saw the angry Blanqui. He sat back behind the table, took out a bottle of whiskey and poured it out while saying, "Killing someone with a borrowed knife is just a common tactic that the Chinese have used for thousands of years. It's nothing unusual... have a drink!"
"Mr. Blanqui, our time is very precious. If you like to waste time losing your temper, then go ahead... But I have to remind you that the Prussian vanguard will arrive tonight. It is best between you and me during the day. Complete the negotiation, otherwise there will be no chance in the future!"
The strong liquor enters the throat, and it is all bitter!
Blanqui held the square crystal wine glass and said in a low voice, "What do you want? Your behavior is completely different from what my old friend in London described..."
Who else could be an old friend in London but the bearded one?
The proletarian labor movement has been borderless from the very beginning. Movement leaders from various countries cheer for each other, provide each other with financial and arms assistance, and even directly send troops to fight.
At this time, not only French workers were fighting in Paris, but many labor leaders from other parts of Europe were also directly or indirectly participating in the war.
Although the Bearded Man in London did not directly participate in the actions of various countries, as a veteran of the theoretical community, his influence was undoubtedly huge, and Blanqui also had to listen to the Bearded Man's opinions on many aspects.
The teasing on Xiao Letian's face gradually dissipated when he heard this, "Have you always been in contact? I didn't expect that under the supervision of Prussia, Britain and France, you could still keep in touch secretly..."
"Of course we have our own methods. After years of fighting against the emperor, nobles and capitalists, we certainly have our own way of survival..."
"These are all digressions. What you did is really different from what he described!"
"You once said when you were in London that your enemy in this war is only the French Emperor and the power groups he represents. Now that the French Emperor has been imprisoned in Germany, the empire has collapsed!"
"Your goal has been achieved, why don't you stop? I really didn't expect that you Chinese would be the first to come to Paris!"
"Are you lying from the beginning to the end?"
Faced with Blanqui's accusation, Xiao Letian shook his head, "No, I didn't lie. Our Chinese enemies have always been focused on this empire and its core emperor!"
"But war is not a child's play, and it is not over after fighting! Where is the compensation? Where is the compensation that we Chinese want?"
Blanqui's face was livid, "There is always a debtor, and it is the Emperor of France and his group who invaded China. You are going to ask them for compensation. What's the point of attacking Paris? Why should the entire French people bear their debt?"
"Why!"
The trembling white hair on Blanqui's temples proved the anger in his heart, but Xiao Letian felt like laughing at this moment.
"Why? Don't you think this question is childish?"
"Ten years ago, after the French and British invaded Beijing, they forced the Qing government to sign a treaty. In addition to ceding land, they also paid more than six million taels of silver as compensation..."
"Excuse me, is it not the Chinese who will come up with the silver in the end? Will the Qing government turn out the silver itself? If it loses the war, it will have to pay war reparations. Isn't this the practice of you Europeans?"
"Why can't it work for me, the Chinese, today? I didn't expect that you, Blanqui, are also practicing double standards!"
"I know what you're going to say, but it's just that all the compensation went into the pockets of the aristocratic capitalists and the emperor's palace... You poor people didn't get a single copper!"
"But your theory doesn't work with me! Don't say you are innocent, in fact you yourself also enjoy the flesh and blood of other nations!"
"Although China's war reparations have not been directly thrown into your pockets, they have been integrated into the entire French financial system. What you have increased is the entire financial volume of France!"
"You didn't benefit directly, but you also benefited indirectly!"
