Chapter 2012 The thickness of the crucible (7)

"I think it may be that Chaptal wants to restore something about the guild. He has always missed the family-like master-disciple relationship in the guild before." Georgiana explained to William Pitt Jr.

"How do I know if this is another of his tricks?" Peter smiled contemptuously. "Last time he pretended to attack Ireland, but actually attacked Egypt."

"I don't think...Bonaparte would think that much." Georgiana said dryly, "He knows nothing about fashion."

"Why don't you call him Leon?" Pete asked.

Georgiana looked at the handsome former Prime Minister and shook her head in disbelief.

"They were like Jacobins," Pitt added. "Everything was prepared in the beginning by a small group of dissatisfied people of dubious reputation who gathered together to plan riots as if doing so would make them real.

Pleasant and satisfying.”

"Who?" Georgiana asked.

"Those who organize riots are often the most cunning among weavers, and they are good at making a comfortable living in their new profession." Peter said, "It is not just the 'fraternity' that has been passed on to the workshop owners. I originally planned to pass it through a "

"Workers' Alliance Law" to correct some ills that harm the majority of people..."

"Please stop talking," said Georgiana.

"You haven't heard me out yet," said Peter. "The bill has been passed, and the king has agreed to it."

Georgiana was a little surprised.

"What do you think is the best interest, Pomona, the 50,000 people who have lost all their income and become the recipients of parish relief, or the very few who have a monopoly?" Pete said coldly.

"Poverty, fear, and increasingly miserable days, these things are really terrible and unbearable for anyone with a backbone." Georgiana said, "Leon is different from you, Congressman...

"

"William." Peter interrupted her.

"He truly rose from the ranks of the common people." Georgiana continued, "I admire men who have a strong will and love children."

"Mr. Smith doesn't seem to be a man who gets along easily with children," said Peter.

Georgiana smiled and shook her head.

She thought again of the old bat who blocked the three students behind him and faced the werewolf under the full moonlight.

"I once heard that a girl took advantage of the supervisor's laxity to run into the water and was freed because they were afraid that this would spread like an infectious disease." Pete sighed, "Hearing this news

I was shocked at the time, what could lead a child to take this road? Thanks to you for telling me that poverty, fear, and increasingly miserable days are unbearable for anyone with a backbone."

"I didn't tell you," Georgiana said. "It was the godfather."

Peter looked at her confused.

She smiled mysteriously and did not tell him that this was a line from a movie called The Godfather.

"You just said that 50,000 people lost everything..."

"It's water-powered looms, even though the economists told me not to interfere too much," said Peter.

"I don't know much about machines, but I agree with Bentham's point of view that the standard of right or wrong behavior is not the happiness of the person doing the behavior, but the happiness of all those involved."

"I didn't expect you to speak for the utilitarians," said Pete.

"Few people pay attention to grand objects. Most people pay attention to a few people around them." Pomona said with a smile.

"Have you met Robert Peel Jr., what do you think of him?" Pete asked.

"He is very brave and eloquent. Do you feel old when you see him?" She continued to ask with a smile.

Peter smiled and didn't answer.

"I have seen the ambition of many people, but they have overlooked one thing. There is no shortage of people who want to be leaders in this world, but there is a shortage of people who support them. I think this is the role of good eloquence, persuading more people to identify with themselves.

"She stood up and said, "I'm going back first, Congressman, it's already very late."

"Good night, Countess of Aberdeen." Peter said gently, "My proposal is still valid."

Georgiana looked at the handsome former British Prime Minister.

Why does she never have luck with good-looking men?

She left the church and returned to the villa surrounded by Figel and the guards. However, she met another group of British people halfway there.

She recognized Louvre Truman. She was standing behind a short man who wore an Order of Merlin on his chest.

"It's an honor to meet you." The old man said with a friendly smile, "I am the Director of the Executive Department of the Ministry of Magic, Grogan Stamp."

"It's an honor to meet you too." Georgiana smiled and looked at the next Minister of Magic.

"Please thank the French Ministry of Magic on my behalf for providing assistance to the lives and property safety of non-wizard residents in our country." Stamp said politely and business-like, "I would like to make an appointment for a formal visit. I wonder when you will be free."

"Tomorrow, but I don't know whether we will be in Dieppe tomorrow," said Georgiana.

"Don't worry, we'll know where you are." Stamp said. "Wish you a good night."

Georgiana nodded towards him and continued walking to her residence. This time it went smoothly and no one stopped her anymore.

Bonaparte still managed to get himself a charcoal pot. He was sitting by the charcoal pot to warm himself over the fire. Georgiana confirmed that at least one window in the bedroom was open.

"How was your chat with your old friend?" He looked at the book in his hand with a nonchalant look.

"He told me that 'we have always had meddlers and bad ideas in this country,' and that in 1784 they organized a committee and planned a riot to resist taxes, just like the Americans."

"what's the result?"

"They won, and those people held a triumphal ceremony when they went back. The 'Old Friends' passed the 'Workers' Alliance Act' to correct the ills that harmed most people. Do you have a map of Britain?"

He looked at her strangely for a while.

"Don't worry about it." Georgiana waved her wand, and a map of England made of sparks appeared in the air. "Because of the cotton industry, the population moved to these counties, which meant that the population of the Tory cities became smaller. They were in the House of Representatives.

There will be fewer seats in the parliament, but there will be more seats in these new industrial cities, and those new industrialists will have a greater say, and not even the prime minister can do anything to them."

"Do you believe him?" asked Bonaparte.

"No, but his reason is very reasonable. You men love to fight over who wins or loses."

"It's not as simple as winning or losing..." He frowned, as if he was planning to make a long speech.

"Have you ever heard of the idiom "killing someone with a borrowed knife?" Georgiana said. "It's a Chinese story. There was a very smart man who had already thought about what would happen after death before he died, so he left a

Tip bag..."

"I don't want to hear conspiracy from you," Bonaparte said resistingly.

"Okay, let me change the subject. Severus once stood up and protected three students who were in trouble."

He didn't want to listen anymore, but he didn't leave the room. He seemed to be planning to wash up and go to bed.

"It was a full moon that day, and the moonlight was beautiful." Georgiana said, "It was perfect for a walk home after the party, but they encountered a werewolf."

Bonaparte looked back at her.

"Have you heard about the Moonlight Society in Birmingham, Leon." Georgiana looked at him and said, "I heard that they, like Newton's friends, are planning to lead mankind into the next stage."
Chapter completed!