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Volume 4 Leviathan 153 Threats

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    At dinner time, the cell door opened again, and people walked out easily, but this time there was no steamed buns or millet porridge outside.  The guards shouted loudly and drove the people to the riverside, where a steamer was leaning on the pier.  People looked at the boat with some surprise. Some people wanted to run out, but were stopped by the guards outside. The head guard shouted loudly with a loudspeaker: "Everyone get on the boat. We will go to Jiangbei to work for half a year, and we will give you food every month."  I still have five yuan of wages to live in, so get on the boat! " "I won't go. I still have a wife and children at home. I don't want to work in Jiangbei!" A worker ran away from the crowd in panic and shouted.  The head guard grabbed the worker and scolded him fiercely: "If you don't go, how dare you eat steamed buns and millet porridge at noon? Those steamed buns and porridge were all paid for by the factory owner. If you don't go, you have to pay for the porridge first."  "I don't have any money now. If you let me out, I'll pay you back when I get home!" "Go back? Do you think I'm a fool?" The guard said with a cruel smile on his face: "Come here, give it to me!"  I'll teach this guy a lesson and let him know that the millet porridge and steamed buns in this studio are not good to eat!" "Okay!" Several wolf-like guards rushed up immediately, using sticks and sticks, and in a short time, they killed this guy.  The workers were beaten into disgrace.  The head guard pointed at the man who had passed out and shouted to everyone: "Did you see that? This is what happens if you eat something and refuse to admit it. Anyone who doesn't get on the boat will end up like him!" When people saw this tragic scene, they were as silent as a chill.  Got on the boat.  When a guard saw that the people were almost there, he carefully said to the leader: "Boss, everyone has gone up. Let's throw this one up too. Mr. Jiang said that the money is calculated on a per-person basis. One more person will get more money."  "Ah!" The leader thought for a moment, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, Mr. Jiang wants people to do work. You just dealt such a heavy blow and killed them, how can we still work?"  Isn¡¯t this just a deal? If you make Mr. Jiang unhappy, you won¡¯t be able to do anything else! ¡°But you still have a good idea! How to deal with this guy?¡±  , the workers were being driven into the bottom cabin. Yu Zhiheng looked at the shore and saw two guards dragging the unconscious worker on the ground to the dock and throwing him forcefully into the river. The worker struggled twice in the river, and soon  It was soon submerged by the river.  "Beast!" He gritted his teeth angrily, and a sharp pain came from his lips. It turned out that he had bitten his lip unconsciously just now.  "Why don't you go in and see the Dragon King?" The guards waved their whips above their heads and made a whining sound to intimidate people.  The cowering people walked towards the stairs leading to the bottom cabin. Yu Zhiheng, who was pushed to the bottom cabin by the crowd, suddenly had a premonition in his heart that he might never return to this city again.  In March 1892, the climate in London at this season was pleasant. The westerly wind blowing from the North Atlantic brought warm and moist winds, and also brought spring to Britain.  Rain falls on the countryside of England, causing grass, barley, and wheat to grow rapidly, and the air is filled with the breath of spring.  But this was not so pleasant for London at the end of the 19th century. The rain would only make the ground full of mud. The gloomy sky and the large gray and black buildings in the East End of London were simply like those in Dante's poems.  It's like the palace of Satan.  "Damn rainy day!" Belfort looked angrily at the mud on his leather shoes and trousers. Although he had paid enough attention, the mud splashed by another carriage passing by on the street when he got off the carriage still made his efforts fail.  It was empty. It was not a good idea for a gentleman about to take part in a regular vote in the House of Commons wearing a pair of muddy trousers. The opposition MPs would joke about it.  During a parliamentary election, if Balfour is lucky enough to be prime minister, their memory will be enhanced until the end of their political career.  "Master, you can go to your office and sit for a while. I will go back to your residence immediately to get a new pair of clean trousers. I won't delay your trip to the House of Commons!" the valet whispered.  Balfour looked at his pocket watch: "Well, I will leave for the House of Commons at 2:10 in the afternoon. There are still forty minutes, I think this time is enough!" "Don't worry!" The manservant bowed to Balfour,  He got into the car again. Watching the carriage leave, Belfort walked up the steps to his office.  As an important member of the ruling Conservative Party and close to the Prime Minister, Balfour has a small office on the 10th. He often looks at documents in the office for a while before the meeting, and at the same time plans in his mind how to deal with the situation.  In parliament, Balfour was different from his uncle in refuting his opponents' attacks. He was always known for his cold expression and sharp words in parliament.  Belfort comes into himselfHe went to the office, took out a small pack of smoked salmon sandwiches he had just bought from the club, got himself a glass of sherry, and began to read the documents and newspapers sent over the past two days. Like most of the elites of the British Empire, he  He is also one of the patients with stomach problems. His heavy work makes regular meals a luxury for him. He has become accustomed to eating his own lunch before a meeting at three o'clock in the afternoon, and then working until late at night, eating something before going to bed.  Come to fill your stomach.  Suddenly, Belfort's hand stopped reaching for the sandwich, and his eyes stopped on a document. After a while, he stood up, walked quickly to the bookcase on the wall, and found a thick map.  The book, quickly turned to a certain page, and while looking at the map with his finger against the document, he spelled the word in a low voice: "M, a, n, d, a, l, a, y." Mandalay  ', found it. K, u, n, m, i, n, g, 'kunming', and g, u, i, l, i, n, 'guilin' damn¡ª¡ª" With Belfort's words  As his fingers moved on the map, his face gradually became gloomy. Finally, he closed the map and cursed in a low voice: "This damn Gillings, does he spend all his time in those Southeast Asian countries?"  The Chinese have already begun to build this vital railway line, and he just mentioned it a few words in an inconspicuous document. Doesn¡¯t he know what this means? "Belfort said?  Cursing under his breath, he put the document and the atlas under his arm, quickly rushed out of the office, and walked towards the Prime Minister's office.  Balfour's office is not far from that of the Marquess of Salisbury. Of course, the Marquis's office is much larger than Balfour's, and it also includes a small reception room where the private secretary and typist will be.  Let the Prime Minister meet guests according to a pre-booked list.  "Ethel! I have urgent business and need to see the Prime Minister immediately!" Balfour walked quickly into the reception room and shouted to the private secretary who stood up hurriedly.  "Mr. Balfour, please forgive me, the Russian Minister is inside!" The private secretary hurriedly came up to him. He approached Balfour and lowered his voice: "About the Trans-Siberian Railway, in order to build this railway, the Russians are almost everywhere.  The world borrows money." As the Prime Minister's personal secretary, Ethel understands how much the Prime Minister likes and trusts his nephew. Perhaps this Balfour will inherit the political legacy of the Marquis and reach the pinnacle of power in the British Empire.  In the past, investing more emotionally in him would have paid off handsomely.  "Yes! It's no wonder that it is so. Only in this way can the Tsar control his vast and desolate territory. But I don't think the Prime Minister will be happy about this news?" "Of course, if the Russians complete this railway  , their power will also extend to the Far East, and may even threaten India. The Royal Navy has no way to cut off the Russian railway lines. This is simply a nightmare come true for the Prime Minister! " A bitter smile appeared on Balfour's face!  , he said in a tone as if he was talking to himself: "A nightmare come true? No, this is already reality, not a nightmare!" "Already a reality?" The private secretary frowned and asked in confusion.  "What do you mean? Mr. Belfort, I don't quite understand!" "I think you will understand soon!" Belfort shook his head, as if to get something out of his mind.  Going out, the door to the prime minister's reception room opened and the Russian minister came out.  When he saw Balfour, he bowed to him gracefully and said in proficient English: "Nice to see you here, Mr. Balfour, do you want to meet His Excellency the Prime Minister?" "Yes, Your Excellency,  It's such a blessing to meet you here! " "Really?" The Russian Minister's eyes suddenly stopped on Balfour's trousers. Balfour immediately realized that his stain had been discovered by him, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement in his heart.  Irritated, he whispered: "Your Excellency, although my conversation with you has made me very happy, my duties require me to end this encounter. If possible, can I be invited to go to the Royal Opera House next Tuesday? At that time  Verdi's opera will be performed!" The Russian minister raised his eyebrows slightly. He was a little surprised by Belfort's sudden invitation, but he quickly regained his composure and replied with a smile: "Verdi?  I like his opera very much. It has the carefree joy that is unique to Italians. In comparison, we Russians are too gloomy. I'm looking forward to seeing you next Tuesday?" He asked Belfort.  Right hand.  "See you next Tuesday!" Belfort shook the other person's right hand firmly and pushed the door open.  "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, I have something very important to tell you!" Balfour walked into the room and saw the Marquis of Salisbury struggling to stuff his left hand into the sleeve of his coat. Apparently, the other party was ready.Off to the House of Commons for the afternoon session.
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