The composition of a country is destined to be united by many classes. There are many professions in the world, including farmers, workers, teachers, doctors, kings and nobles, slaves and free people.

Different professions and the resources they can control are also different, and this injustice leads to the emergence of classes.

It is undeniable that the class that controls the country's most resources will always rule the class with few resources, but due to the pyramid structure of wealth, it is destined that a small number of people will always occupy the most resources.

Contradictions arise because of this, France's biggest cancer is now here.

Britain and France were one of the earliest countries to open up the people in the world, especially France, a country with romanticism, where workers and petty bourgeoisie were already quite powerful at the end of the 19th century.

They have a large number of people but have very few resources. They are poor and have more insight and knowledge than farmers. At least the literacy rate can be guaranteed.

This group of people has already made people's wisdom, and the policy of fooling the people has not worked for them. Only the God-theory's belief suppression has lost its meaning. In the face of poverty, they will definitely think, and if they think, they must act.

What's even more terrifying is that France once had a great revolution that shocked the world. It was 1789, the 54th year of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty. The Qing Empire was still in a prosperous dream and he didn't want to wake up.

More than a hundred years ago, the French ancestors had issued a declaration of human rights. The existence of the Republic is an ironclad fact. Although the imperial system was restored twice in the later period, many things have been imprinted in the depths of the soul.

This is the ghost that Napoleon III fears the most, the ghost of the Republic, and is now about to be resurrected.

The blurry image of Xiao Letian in the air was still floating, but the sound in his mind became clearer and clearer.

"Emperor of France! I don't know why you have firmly settled in the throne? First, if you want to rely on your uncle's reputation, you must admit that Napoleon is a master in human history. No matter what he does, he can get the love of the French people! Even if he is an emperor, someone loves him..."

"Secondly, you have won over the power of the old nobles and the big capitalists. If you restore the imperial system, you will have time to survive. If you work hard to explore overseas colonies, you can satisfy the appetite of the big capitalists and bankers..."

"Third, you use a series of military victory to boost the morale of the people... This trick is too ordinary. I play better than you. I know the hearts of the people as well as you. The people at the lowest level hope that a series of victory news will stimulate his nerves numb because of poverty. Their life is too hard and they need the spiritual opium you give!"

"What is the fourth? That is the religious authority orthodoxy brought by the crowning of Catholicism. You have been desperately supporting the Catholic missionary cause in the colonies over the years. Isn't it just to repay the kindness of the church's crowning you?"

"Only with these four points of support can you firmly stand firm and restore the imperial system in France, which generally accepts republicanism. This is your ruling foundation..."

"Hahaha... It's a pity that the hidden dangers have appeared now. Do you think you can't play anymore, right? Is it..."

Xiao Letian, who was like a ghost, grinned in the void, and had drunk a full cup of absinthe. At this moment, Napoleon III had a serious hallucination. He even began to pour the strong wine into the cup without going through that ritual.

"Are you a devil? Xiao Letian, are you a devil? Why do you know all this, why do you know..."

The hysterical emperor took out the gem-cut paper knife on the table and chopped back and forth in the air. Do you still need to drink a mouthful of strong absinthe? The pain in his throat could no longer feel it?

Xiao Letian's magic sound is still endless. "You are scared! I know what you are afraid of, your ruling foundation has begun to shake..."

"The earth is so big, and North and South America, Africa and India, which are easy to colonize, have all masters. You can no longer continue to expand your colony, which means that from now on, you can no longer satisfy the appetite of the big capitalists!"

"The power of Protestantism began to expand, and the missionary cause of Catholicism in the East was not going well. Did the Pope put pressure on you?"

"And your continuous wars, can't you continue to fight? The people and the army will be tired when fighting. The veterans who followed you to conquer the Qing Empire and Crimea are already old, they can't fight anymore, right?"

"And you are old, you no longer have the ability to train a brand new elite, right?"

"When France is already difficult to open up new wealth, those suppressed conflicts will break out, are they? Hahaha, the Republicans are starting to stir up, they have started to print articles that attack you, right?"

"The left-wing forces are expanding rapidly between workers and farmers. Undercurrents are surging underground in the prosperous Paris? Hahaha... You have actually seen them all, but you are old and you don't have the energy and energy to solve these problems, right?"

"Ah! You are the devil..." With a crisp sound, the empty absinthe bottle was smashed to pieces. The emperor held a paper cutter and fought the sound in the hall, slashing wildly.

In Paris in the night, the police chief took the note of the emperor and pulled out two battalions of elite guards from the military camp, and used the night to break into the sewer of Paris.

The urban transformation of Paris in that era had been completed, and the sewer system that was miraculous in later generations could be used. For example, in the sewers in underground cities, military and police, like wolves and tigers, searched one by one underground printing station, and all the workers who dared to resist were shot dead on the spot.

The nobleman who was sleeping soundly at night only heard some gunfire in his dream, turned over and continued to go to bed.

However, the ordinary slums were in chaos. Under the guidance of the eyeliner, plainclothes police and soldiers caught one left-wing member after another, and their suppressed crying sounds were connected.

Blood stained the underground river in Paris red. At dawn, at the drain outside the city, corpses were dragged out and thrown onto a flatbed carriage, and then pulled away and buried.

There are more survivors arrested, and what awaits them will surely be a harsh trial.

No one knows how many people died that night, but the emperor was nervous all night in the Mirror Hall, and the news spread like wildfire.

The panting emperor was fighting, but the annoying voice was still tormenting him.

"Hahaha, come and kill me! Kill me! Why are you old? Why can't you kill?"

"Let me get it right? I have nothing to say! The Crimean War took place in 1853. It has been 16 years since then. For a full 16 years, can the veterans who fought with you still fight?"

"Sixteen years have passed, and the average age of those elite legions that accompanied you in battles across the country is probably 45 years old, right? Can you still fight? How much is still alive? Has wealth and honor softened their bones?"

"As for the newly trained legions, how many battles do you think they have fought? How much combat effectiveness can they have? Hahaha, you can no longer do it! Just a strong outside and a middle-aged person..."

"No...stop talking...shut up..."
Chapter completed!