shadow of britain

Chapter 126 Arthur's Cheap Coolie

"This is a great era of change and conservatism. The Whig Party and the Tory Party represent their own interests. Only I represent all the great people of Great Britain. Remember my name, Benjamin Disraeli, candidate for MP for Westminster Constituency No. 8, a vote for me is a vote for yourself!"

When Disraeli said this, he looked up at the golden sky dyed by the setting sun, and couldn't help but twist his slightly sore waist from standing all afternoon.

Seeing this, the few audience gathered in the audience stepped forward one by one and said to him: "Mr. Disraeli, can you settle today's wages? You told us before, 6 hours per hour Penny, five of us for three hours, seven shillings and sixpence."

Disraeli curled his lips helplessly: "What's the hurry, I won't owe you any salary..."

While muttering, he took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a few coins and handed them over.

Those people received the money, all smiling, and they asked, "Sir, are you coming tomorrow?"

Disraeli took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from the side of his face, and replied with some displeasure: "I won't come, I have been giving speeches here for several days. However, other than you, anyone who is willing to listen to me There are very few people. If this goes on like this, I don’t know when I will get enough votes to be elected as a member.”

As soon as Disraeli finished speaking, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a black-haired young man standing outside the guardrail of the park, looking intently at him.

And behind the young man, there were three figures who followed him closely, carrying bags in their hands, who looked like his servants.

All in all, the person knew from the looks of it that he was entitled to vote.

Disraeli's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly put away his handkerchief and walked forward, smiling at Arthur through the guardrail.

"Sir, are you interested in my speech?"

Arthur seemed a little hesitant, but after turning his head to look at the mountain of luggage behind him, he nodded seriously again.

"I'm really interested, but I don't really have time for you to explain your political views in detail. You can tell at a glance that I'm busy moving right now."

"You're moving? Don't know where your new home is?"

"Just a little way ahead, Lancaster Gate, Bayswater."

"Lancaster Gate?!"

When Disraeli heard this place name, the smile on his face got a little thicker.

He turned his head and looked around. After confirming that there were no policemen nearby, the gentleman in a high-end black tuxedo jumped up, dexterously stepping on the carved decoration on the railing and turned directly out.

He patted his dusty palm and said with a smile, "You have just arrived in London, right? You are not familiar with this place, and you probably don't know how to get to Lancaster Gate. Let me help you." You lead the way."

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Arthur's consent, he took the suitcase from Arthur's hand on his own initiative, and exhausted his breastfeeding strength to put the big one on the shoulder of the road that no one wanted to carry. The storage box is carried on the shoulder.

Disraeli's face was flushed red, but he still did not forget to maintain his demeanor, and asked in a kind tone with a smile, "What date do you live?"

Arthur bowed slightly apologetically: "No. 36 Lancaster Gate, I'm sorry for your trouble."

"Small, you don't have to be so polite. A congressman who is determined to serve the public should do his best to solve the public's problems. You will get to know me soon. After I finish helping you move things, I can give you a good explanation Tell me about my election philosophy..."

Disraeli walked forward with the box on his shoulders, while eloquently stating his great vision and promise after being elected.

Arthur stood there without moving a step. He lit his pipe and took a puff, then stretched out his hand to Elder: "1 shilling, I won the bet."

Elder took money out of his pocket with a displeased expression: "Damn! There are really such idiots in the world who are willing to carry things for you for no reason without asking for a penny. Look at him, as if carrying things for you After finishing things, he still has to thank you very much!"

Darwin shook his head and said, "Isn't he thinking about Arthur's vote? If you move something, you will get a favor. This deal is really cheap."

"Votes?" Elder exhaled through his nose: "Charles, have you forgotten? Arthur is a Scotland Yard policeman, and he has no right to vote. That kid is just a brainless coolie tricked by him." .”

Arthur heard this, quickly raised a finger, and whispered to Elder: "Hush!"

Disraeli's mouth was dry, but he didn't hear Arthur's response for a long time, so he couldn't help but put down the box on his shoulders, turned around and asked in a daze, "What's wrong? Why don't you go forward?"

When Dumas heard this, he immediately pretended to be exhausted. He opened the suitcase and squatted on the ground covering his left leg: "Oh, I can't, I sprained my ankle."

Seeing this, Arthur couldn't help but glared at the fat man, and then he had to cover his mouth in surprise and said in surprise.

"Oh! Alexander! I spent so much money to redeem you, it's all right if you don't appreciate my kindness. But now you actually tell me that you can't bear your shoulders or lift your hands? If you continue like this, I have to think about it." Send you back to the plantation in Santo Domingo."

When Dumas heard this, he almost couldn't hold back his anger.

But when his mind calmed down, he quickly understood that it was more practical to suffer less physically than to take advantage of his words. After all, Marble Arch should be at least a mile away from Arthur's new home.

For Arthur's ridicule, Alexandre Dumas chose to write down the account first, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi.

He pretended to be in pain and said, "Mr. Hastings, this is an old disease of mine. It's not that I don't want to try my best, it's just that my leg has something wrong."

Elder glanced at the fat man, and then punched Darwin beside him: "Charles, haven't you worked as a surgeon? Come on, give him a saw when you get there."

Dumas finally couldn't hold back when he heard the words. He was about to show off the arrogance of a French man, but Disraeli ran over to smooth things over.

"Gentlemen, why bother? Isn't it just a little luggage? I'm in good health, and I'll help you."

After saying that, Disraeli wanted to reach out to pick up the two suitcases that Dumas threw on the ground.

But Arthur had already mentioned the one on the left, and he smiled apologetically: "Mr. Disraeli, the one on the right will trouble you."

Disraeli laughed twice, but he held the suitcase on the left with his hand and lifted it lightly, but this very move almost made him angry.

His face turned slightly blue: "Sir, what's in your box? Why is it so heavy?"

Arthur smiled gently: "Ah, it's just a little bit of personal property, a box of gold."

"Ah?!" Disraeli weighed the weight in his hand, and couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief: "If you say that, I feel that the box will suddenly become lighter."

Disraeli gritted his teeth, his whole body tensed, he held 'gold' in one hand, and the storage box on the other shoulder.

Along the way, he didn't even have the extra strength to speak. Mr. Disraeli, who was always talkative, was speechless all the way. On the noisy Bayswater Road, he could only hear his wheezing and wheezing.

Dumas limped all the way, but when he found that Disraeli had no time for him, the fat Frenchman quickly revived.

His back didn't hurt anymore, his legs didn't hurt anymore, and he even had the appetite to eat a piece of French fries bought from a roadside vendor.

After finally reaching the destination, Disraeli hastily unloaded the storage box from his shoulders.

He leaned over, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for air.

Disraeli looked up at the three-story single-family villa with a small garden in front of him, and comforted himself: "If you can live in this kind of house, who will believe you if you say you don't have the right to vote?"

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his chin with the back of his hand, turned to look at Arthur behind him, who knew that he had searched for a long time, but only saw the fat servant, while the other two servants and the gentle and refined young man just now were different. Know where to go.

He hurriedly asked: "Gentlemen, may I ask what your young master is doing?"

Dumas covered his stomach and frowned. He felt that the French fries he ate just now might be a bit greasy: "I don't know, we are going to call the police. Sir, look there."

Disraeli looked in the direction where he raised his hand. Elder and Darwin were standing emotionally in front of a policeman in Scotland Yard uniform and talking about something.

Disraeli was just about to walk over to have a look, but Dumas unexpectedly said again: "Sir, I advise you to stay away. The policeman said just now that he saw someone suspected of climbing over the railing in Hyde Park to disrupt public order." .He is looking for you all over the world, haven't you thrown yourself into a trap now?"

"what?"

When Disraeli heard this, he panicked immediately. He took out a business card from his coat pocket and stuffed it into Alexandre Dumas's hand.

"Please tell your young master that I live nearby. When the police find him another day, I will definitely visit him again."

After finishing speaking, Disraeli hurriedly lowered the brim of his hat, quickened his pace and rushed into the police's blind spot.

Elder glanced at him out of the corner of his eye until he was sure he was gone, then raised his hand to take off the policeman's hat in front of him.

The policeman didn't pay much attention to his behavior, but lightly dusted the dust on the epaulettes of Star Buss, then calmly walked towards Alexandre Dumas, took a look at the business card from his hand.

——Lionel Rothschild, consultant to Rothschild Bank, chairman of the board of directors of London Real Estate Consulting Company.

Elder came up to take a look, and couldn't help frowning: "Damn! I gave the wrong business card. Isn't his name Benjamin Disraeli? This kind of person also wants to be elected as a member?"

And Arthur glanced in the direction of Disraeli's escape.

He smiled slightly and put his business card in his pocket: "Is this also an investment target of the Rothschild family? I seem to have suddenly become interested in this gentleman."

(End of this chapter)