Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 257 Spreading Jodon President Equality Council

  February 18, morning

  In an unremarkable small restaurant in Manchester City, something special happened. Early in the morning, Sea Rat helped that fearsome fat man, Hywell, break in carrying a bag and something tightly wrapped in cloth.

Just when the boss, Hopkins, thought that the Sea Rat Gang was going to collect protection money again, he endured the heartache and was about to ask Charlie, the waiter who worked in his shop, to get the money, Hawell threw a bag on his shoulder on the table, Asked Hopkins to call out everyone in the store.

  Hearing this, Hopkins, who was in his seventies, was startled, thinking that something serious had happened, and tremblingly asked cautiously: "What happened?"

   "Call everyone over to gather first." Hywell urged impatiently.

   "Okay, okay..." Hopkins quickly called several chefs and waiters in his small shop over.

   "Is this all of them?" Hywell glanced at seven people standing in a row, tall, short, fat, thin, men, women, and children.

   Hopkins is obviously an elder, but Hywell, who is at least 30 years younger than him, nodded and bowed: "Yes, we haven't started business today, and the people here are all people in our store."

   "That's just right." Hywell reached out and opened the bag next to him, revealing the book inside, "Is there anyone illiterate?"

   "I..." Charlie, the short waiter who looked like he might be fifteen or sixteen years old, shrank his neck and slowly raised his hands.

  After him, three more raised their hands.

   "The rest, who doesn't know Dun Manwen?" Hywell felt a headache.

  Chef Harrison raised his hand: "I only know Bressi."

  Hywell glanced at the chef Harrison, lowered his head and rummaged through the books in the bag, and finally picked out two sets of Dunman and one set of Bresci: "Take these."

   "This is..." Hopkins looked at the book in astonishment.

"These books were handed out from above, and they are very important. Those who can read must have a set, and they must tell the contents to those who cannot read." Haiweier repacked the rest of the books, "I will come back in a few days Investigate, see if you finish it. If you finish it all, you won’t have to pay protection fees in the future, but if there is one person who hasn’t finished it, Monroe will come over and talk to you in person.”

  Harrison asked: "We can read it ourselves, and we have to tell the illiterate people what's inside?"

   "Otherwise, what would they do?" Hywell asked back.

   "But I'm not even sure if I can finish it these few days..." Harris, who was a little bit trying to get rid of the relationship with others, weakened his tone after being glared at by Hywell.

Haiweier first carefully looked at the faces of the seven people, and then said: "That is something you need to consider, anyway, the three of you have to help the four of them understand the content of the book, and I will talk about it in a few days Come check."

   "How many days are there?" Harris said.

   "Three days, two days, one day...it's possible." Hywell seemed to be very busy, so he put the bag on his shoulders again after speaking.

"Excuse me, you said that as long as we finish the book, we will no longer have to pay protection fees. Is it true?" Boldly confirm to Heywell.

  Hywell nodded and said: "I have repeatedly confirmed with Monroe, it is true."

   "Will you still provide asylum in the future..." Hopkins thought he asked a very unreasonable question.

   "Maybe we won't be needed in a long time." Haiweier didn't say any more, turned and walked outside, "Hurry up and watch."

   "What kind of books are these?" Harris' doubts were still unsolved.

   "Look for yourself." Heywell swaggered out the door and left the last sentence.

  After he left, seven people in the restaurant rushed forward, scrambling for the books on the table.

   "What the hell! You don't know how to read!" Harris, who was tall and tall, grabbed Charlie, who was the fastest runner, and snatched the book from him. "Sit aside!"

   "Don't **** it!" Hopkins yelled, stopping the loss of control of several people present, "Put the books back on the table for me! Otherwise, I will fire you immediately!"

   Being pursued by the Sea Rat Gang and being kicked out of the restaurant by Hopkins were unacceptable to the six people present, so they put the books back on the table in a proper manner.

   Hopkins, who regained his majesty in front of his own people, snorted, and went forward to check the books himself: "Equality, the Internationale, the Women's Declaration... What are these... and what is the connection with the Sea Rat Gang..."

  Hearing Hopkins muttering to himself in surprise, the other two literate people came over and looked at the big title on the book cover.

  The rest of the illiterate people jumped up and down, reading the incomprehensible words in the book for a while, and looking up at the uncertain expressions of the literate people.

   "This..." Hopkins opened the thinnest "Internationale", speechless.

   "Mr. Hopkins, what is written on it?" Little Charlie asked impatiently.

Hopkins didn't seem to hear Little Charlie's voice, his eyes were filled with unconcealable shock, he quickly scanned the content of "The Internationale", and then looked at the strange "Women's Declaration" from the name .

   "Mr. Harris, what is written on it?" Little Charlie turned his head and asked Harris.

  Harris' performance was not as good as Hopkins. When he was flipping through "Equality", he froze and let Little Charlie move.

   "These...we..." Harris swallowed, and after a brief reading of the content, he became clueless and looked at Hopkins for help.

   Other people who didn't understand looked at Hopkins in a daze.

Hopkins' hands holding the book began to tremble for no reason. He couldn't be sure if he was in fear. Feeling the anxious eyes of others, he closed the book and put it back on the table: "There is no choice, let's see... "

   "What's written on it?" Little Charlie asked tirelessly.

Several literate people didn't know how to describe the content of the book in short words. After a long time, Hopkins calmed down, took a long breath, and looked at the door where Hywell left: "It says... turmoil... "

   "Unrest?" The illiterate people couldn't understand why the books brought by the Sea Rat Gang had anything to do with the unrest.

   And Hopkins' weather-beaten eyes seem to have seen what the future will look like in the near future: "Harris, read it to them, starting with the Internationale..."

  —

  February 18, late at night

  With sunken eye sockets and a high nose bridge, the tall and thin Dunman President Jordan, escorted by guards, walked out of a mansion where the dinner had just ended, got into a black car, and rushed to the presidential palace.

  "Your Excellency the President." In the back seat of the car, sitting with President Jordan, the sheriff, whose round belly was hard to be restrained by a belt, was sitting in danger.

  The front foot bid farewell to the nobleman politely outside the car. After returning to the car, Jodon, whose face became cold, glanced at him and loosened the neckline of his dress: "Say."

The sheriff was a little nervous, especially since President Jordan only gave him time to talk in the car: "Since the implementation of the new conscription law, the dissatisfaction among the citizens has been on the rise. Fortunately, we have taken extremely tough measures against every objection." Now such protest voices are slowly disappearing.”

   "Continue to be vigilant, and beware of the remnants of the Alliance Army taking advantage of the emotions of the people to stir up large-scale chaos and shake the unity of the Federation again." Jodon urged.

   "Understood." The magistrate turned to Jordan and said.

"How are the immigrants?" The "New Conscription Law" mainly hits immigrants, and if one of these immigrants is not handled properly, it may cause unnecessary conflicts between Dunman and several neighboring countries, so Jordan Pay more attention to their reactions.

  The sheriff let out an "uh", and before the "uh" sounded long enough, he finally answered: "Everything is normal, there have been a lot less fighting recently, and they are more peaceful than before."

   "On the contrary, I've settled down..." Jodon leaned back in his chair and whispered indifferently.

   "Yes." The Sheriff nodded.

   "It's probably because they are afraid of being caught during this sensitive period. That's good, let them be afraid first. After a while, the situation will be relatively stable, so it's time to deal with it."

  Sweat dripped from the sheriff's head: "Your Excellency, we should be more cautious when dealing with them..."

  Jordon crossed his legs in the spacious back seat: "Of course we must be cautious, and we must do it. Now only by attacking them can we divert the conflict and increase the support rate of the citizens."

"clear."

  —

  Republic of Bresci, Lezein, North District Factory

  The hot water on the stove was steaming, Nord was wearing a coat, looking out the window at the rumbling and busy factory.

   "Nord, where is the report card of the study class that Comrade Morais asked for?" Murphy, who was a little more mature, knocked on the door and came in to ask Nord for information.

   "On the table." Nord replied without moving.

  Murphy rummaged around on the table, and quickly got the report card of the latest study class: "What's wrong with you? Why do you keep looking outside?"

Nord, who had a beard growing on his chin, squinted his eyes, looking at the scene outside where the snow hadn't melted the day before yesterday: "I'm thinking about how Verak and the others are doing now. They ran as far as Dunman, and they didn't say anything. Send us a letter."

Murphy, who came to the window, smiled: "Does Verak still need us to worry about it? And didn't the gold be won smoothly? I heard that they also helped establish a sub-station there, and they will go there after a while Pullman."

   "I also want to apply to go out and have a look. Although Lazerin has been looser recently, he is definitely not as free as before." Nord is a little envious of Veraker being able to travel so many places.

   "You can't go out, we can hardly do so much work." Murphy hurriedly dissuaded.

   "I know, that's what I said." Nord sighed, "Where's Diaz?"

   Seeing that Nord was really just talking, Murphy felt relieved: "My brother and Comrade Boyne went to listen to Comrade Rose's new song."

"Comrade Ross has created a new song? Hasn't it been a few days since the last one was finished?" Nord, who has been busy with the study class recently, didn't pay much attention to Ross. He was surprised to hear that he had created new works one after another. .

  In his eyes, the high-quality, heart-pounding pieces created by Ross would take several months to produce.

   "Yes, he was not idle while recovering from his injuries. Comrade Toberin specially bought him a piano and put it next to his hospital bed." Murphy said.

"awesome…"

   "Okay, I have to give this list to Comrade Morais quickly, let's go first." Murphy still had something important to do, so he didn't chat with the dazed Nord for too long.

  Nord patted Murphy on the shoulder: "Go."

   "Bang." Murphy left and the door was closed.

   "Hmm..." Standing by the window in a daze for a while, Nord stretched, returned to the desk, flipped through the books, and took notes.

  During this period of time, he had already recognized all the characters according to Veraker's request before leaving, and he was not satisfied with it. He also took the initiative to collect information and learned Welland by himself.

   "When I learn a foreign language, I will go out and see more." Nord murmured in his heart, and silently wrote the newly learned Verlandic characters in his notebook.

  —

  Dunman United States, Old South Testament, Mandrin Avenue, Quinn's Tavern

   "We have shipped out a total of 40 barrels of gold in the past few days, and it is estimated that the rest will take half a month to a month to be shipped." During this period, Ive, who was mainly responsible for transferring the gold away, reported the situation to Keating.

  Villac, who came back from Manchester City, Sarah, who had just urged the printing factory to speed up printing, and Willow, who was exceptionally included in the discussion because of his special status, all sat together.

"The matter of gold needs to be done quickly, but the premise of being fast is that there is no risk. You have to find a balance between these two requirements." Keating was afraid that gold would be affected when they deal with the new conscription law, so he still It is suggested that Ive can be transported away as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, I'm still speeding up and working overtime when it's safe, up to 20 days." Seeing Keating's request for time, Yves gritted his teeth and gave a clearer and clearer answer within his ability. short time.

   "Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Keating looked at Verak with confidence, "What about you?"

  Verak said: "The books for the settlers have arrived, and they began to distribute them downwards for dissemination. After that, I think it's just a matter of time. The longer it takes, the more people they will know."

"I know that the local people's demand is actually the largest. My side will be ready for your use within about a week." Before Keating could ask, Sarah hurriedly Then he said.

"I have also contacted Morais in the past few days. The weapon support is in operation and will be in place within half a month." After listening to the information of the three, Keating talked about his situation. .

   "By weapon, do you mean a gun?" Willow asked.

   Keating smiled: "If it's a cold weapon, you don't have to worry about it. I know that almost everyone in your gang has it."

   "Yes, I'm afraid you don't know, so I want to remind you." Willow smiled awkwardly after realizing that his worries were unnecessary.

   "The idea is good. I will give you more opinions in the future. I might really miss something." Keating encouraged Willow to boldly put forward his own ideas to him.

  (end of this chapter)