shadow of britain

Chapter 198 I will introduce you to a money-making business

In the evening, Disraeli sat on a bench beside Hyde Park, looked at the moon and stars rising in the sky, and sighed.

Suddenly, he hugged his head in pain, and yelled at the sky twice. This yell not only frightened passers-by, but also startled the red-eyed Du who flew from the Tower of London to eat fruit in the park. crow.

The crows fled with fluttering wings, and a feather as black and deep as the night sky landed on Disraeli's palm.

Looking at the feather, he just felt like crying.

Although he knew that he would not be elected as a member of the parliament, he was hit by only three votes in total.

Because according to his expectation, he should have at least four iron ticket positions.

His father got a vote, his uncle got a vote, his friends from childhood to adulthood got a vote, and he himself got a vote.

Originally, being betrayed by his relatives and friends was enough to make him feel bad, but Disraeli couldn't bear to reveal the matter, but keeping this kind of thing in his heart made him feel even more uncomfortable.

Therefore, after mustering up his courage, he finally made up his mind to find out who betrayed him.But what he never expected was that the investigation ended at the very beginning.

His father admitted frankly that he did not vote for him because he felt that his son would not be elected at all, because if a Jew wants to be elected as a member of parliament, he must have more outstanding work ability and calm personality than ordinary people.And his showman-like son clearly doesn't meet that standard.

Moreover, his son doesn't look very reliable, he doesn't look like the chosen one who has the ability to break the rules.Therefore, based on the principle of maximizing revenue, my father believes that valuable votes should not be wasted on Disraeli.

Therefore, he resolutely killed his relatives and voted for Disraeli's direct competitor, another candidate in the Westminster area-General Thomas Kirkland, the bomb maniac.

Disraeli didn't understand, and he couldn't figure it out. In his father's eyes, isn't it more worth voting than a boat of gunpowder?
Sitting on a bench in the park, he only felt the cold wind in the late autumn evening, but his heart was even colder.

He suddenly knelt down and prayed to the moon in the sky: "Autumn is over, winter is here, and nothing grows in my heart. God! Why do you torture me like this? You should just take me away!"

But he yelled for a long time, not only did not get the slightest response, but also made the passing crowd spontaneously form a no-man's land with Disraeli as the center and a radius of five or six meters.

He glanced bitterly at the group of guys who avoided him, and kicked on the railing in Hyde Park, only to hear a not-so-lazy reminder sounded at the same time as the railing buzzed and trembled.

"Mr. Disraeli, what are you doing?"

Disraeli looked back sharply, meeting Arthur's eyes.

He jumped back in shock, his trousers hooked to the corner of the railing: "Black...Officer Hastings?"

"Just call me Arthur, didn't we have a good chat last time? But..." Arthur knocked on the iron sign hanging on the wall: "Didn't you see this notice? Destruction of buildings in the park is prohibited and decoration."

"I saw it."

"I saw you and kicked the railing?"

"But I didn't see you!"

Disraeli's sudden honesty silenced Arthur instantly.

He was silent for a while, then sat on the bench and lit a pipe, exhaled smoke rings and said, "It seems to make sense."

Disraeli laughed twice, and sat down next to him embarrassedly: "Sorry, I'm not in a good mood today, you should know, I'm not usually like this."

"Yeah." Arthur nodded, "You're usually a good person when you're in a good mood, and you even help me move things."

Disraeli took off his hat and put it on his chest: "Uh... Arthur, I really don't know what to say to you... I... I always thought that I should be quite popular, I speak for everyone, I aspire to be an independent candidate independent of party affiliation.

I thought that everyone would support me, but when I turned around, I found that I... I seemed to be in the harsh winter of the Siberian snow field, and there was no one behind me.

I told you last time that I was very proud. Now it seems that I am so proud. I lost [-] pounds in business, and I was scolded for writing a novel. It is useless to be elected as a member of parliament. did something worthwhile. "

When Arthur heard this, he only read a famous line of Shelley: "Let the trumpet of prophecy sound! O West Wind, if winter comes, will spring be far behind?"

Disraeli was stunned and said, "Why, do you think I can still be saved? Or are you here to discuss literature with me today?"

Arthur didn't answer directly, and he read another sentence: "If you cherish your feathers too much and don't let it get a little damage, then you will lose both wings, and you will never be able to fly in the air again."

Although Disraeli was young and vigorous, he was not stupid. For these two metaphors of Arthur, he could naturally hear the implication.

"Well...you...you think I should choose between Whigs and Tories, too?"

Upon hearing this, Arthur frowned slightly and said, "Also? Has anyone else said something similar to you?"

Disraeli didn't mean to hide it, he nodded and said: "Huh... yes, Mr. Rothschild also told me this, he told me that there is no future for a person fighting alone, I have to find myself a backing force that I can rely on.

In Britain, if you want to win in small constituencies, you must rely on the power of the two parties, because the voters in those constituencies are basically controlled by them.And if I choose a large constituency, I also need a voice channel with sufficient volume.

Such as the Whig Edinburgh Review or the Tory Quarterly Review.The impact of posting an article on it far exceeds the amount of speaking in Hyde Park for a year. "

When Arthur heard this, he didn't express his heart immediately, but asked inductively: "So, if you don't want to be dominated by the two parties, but if you want to continue your political career, you can only start a newspaper of your own. Oh my God! That must cost a lot of money, right?"

Disraeli waved his hand and said, "Money is not the main issue. After the "Representative" I founded with that bitch Morrie a few years ago went bankrupt, the printing machines and venues I bought earlier are still in my hands. .Although I went bankrupt last time, I have more or less figured out some ways in the publishing industry, such as sales channels and so on. If I really want to do it, I just need to recruit a few new employees.

And as I mentioned to you last time, although I converted to the state religion, I grew up in a Jewish community, so my family has a little connection with the Rothschild Bank. Even if I don’t have enough money, I can find They borrow by no means a particularly big problem. "

Arthur nodded slightly and said, "Then doesn't everything look good? Why don't you want to re-run the newspaper?"

When Disraeli heard this, he said angrily: "Does it need to be said? Of course it's because my book "Vivien Gray" has offended all the people in the publishing industry. I have no place in British literary circles. If I take the lead in starting a newspaper, no one will dare to submit articles to me, because submitting articles to me is tantamount to declaring war on such big literary magazines as Blackwood.

Moreover, selling newspapers is not as easy as you think. The tastes of readers change every day, and it is not easy to catch their attention.Even if I want to start a newspaper again, I have to find out my own position and figure out who my target group is. "

Arthur heard this, and gave an example with a smile: "So, do you think Mrs. Cowper plus Mrs. Codrington, Mrs. Millbank, Mrs. Somerville, these lovely ladies of the Blue Sox Club? Oh yes, and perhaps a few more gentlemen from the Royal Navy, including Admiral Thomas Cochrane, who beat you in the Westminster constituency."

Disraeli said it casually, but when he heard the series of names coming out of Arthur's mouth, he couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Arthur, are you kidding me? Why should these gentlemen and ladies buy my newspaper?"

Arthur didn't say much, he took out the manuscript of "The Count of Monte Cristo" from his arms and stuffed it.

He smiled and said: "Because these gentlemen and ladies told me that as long as any newspaper publishes this article, they are willing to order a year first. In addition, let me add one more thing, "Blackwood" just said this manuscript today It's rubbish, so I'm here to ask, are you interested in it?"

(End of this chapter)