“Russell Benjamin is the new Chamber of Commerce President?!”

As soon as the voting results came out, not only Sir Derleth, but everyone was dumbfounded.

what's the situation?

Aren't the majority of votes in the hands of the Liberal Party?

Why did Sir Derleth lose the election?

The Marquis of Bracken had a look of astonishment on his face, and like everyone else he didn't know what was happening.

"impossible!"

The old Sir Dres stood up suddenly, his beard trembling with anger: "There must be a mistake! How could I only have 35 votes?!"

The vice president in charge of counting the votes also felt that there was something wrong and quickly asked someone to re-count. Oh, it was indeed a mistake.

"Sir Derleth 34 votes, Russell Benjamin 38 votes!"

Upon hearing the re-statistical results, Sir Derleth's eyes darkened and he almost fainted on the spot.

At this moment, he also realized that the voting this time was definitely not that simple!

First, a dozen Liberal Party businessmen did not show up and voluntarily abstained from voting. Originally, their votes should have been counted for Sir Dres. If they were present, the position of president would definitely still belong to him!

This is one of them.

Secondly, the businessmen who were supposed to vote for Sir Derleth, such as Dickert, Blissot and other eight people who relied on the Chevalier family for survival, most likely voted for Russell Benjamin!

There are also those few West Island businessmen who just joined the London Chamber of Commerce not long ago... They also supported Russell Benjamin!

The combination of various factors has resulted in the current situation!

Sir Derleth slumped on his chair, looking at the ceiling in despair, unable to speak for a long time.

After the voting results came out, the second prince and others soon received the news. When they learned that Russell Benjamin from the Northern Parliamentary Party had narrowly defeated Sir Derleth and was elected president of the Chamber of Commerce, they were so shocked that they could not close their mouths.

"This...how is this possible?"

"It's broken! Your Highness, we have fallen into a trap!" Smith, the jeweler, slapped his thigh and was the first to react: "The news we saw this morning may be false! The report about London house prices was to delay

Stay with us!”

The second prince and others did not participate in today's vote. First, they felt that Sir Derleth was almost certain to be elected as the president, and most of the votes would go to him, so there was no need to be there in person.

The second reason is that today's "Daily Mail" published news about the mastermind behind the rise in housing prices. To be on the safe side, the second prince asked Ma Wei and others to discuss countermeasures. As a result...

My home was robbed.

Rather than saying it was a burglary, it was more like being distracted!

The second prince never expected that Russell Benjamin could get Freya to vote for him!

What on earth does Freya want to do?

She just formed an alliance with the Liberal Party not long ago!

"Your Highness, Freya has never been of the same mind as us." Mavey said: "The reason why she supports the passage of the Education Reform Bill is because the bill allows women to go to school, and this does not mean that she and the Liberal Party wear the same pants."

The second prince raised his forehead and sighed: "Forget it, let Russell Benjamin be the president of the Chamber of Commerce for a few days. After half a year, I will start a vote to remove him."

The rice has already been cooked. Unless he violates the rules, the second prince cannot do anything to Russell Benjamin.

Furthermore...

The president of the Chamber of Commerce sounds domineering, but in fact it is useless. It is a hard job. When big things happen, everyone still has to vote together.

Just when the second prince was about to continue discussing the negative impact of news reports and find out who was behind the scenes...

Suddenly a congressman rushed in outside the door.

"No...that's not good! Your Highness! The fourth prince submitted an application to Congress today to establish the Labor Party!"

"What are you shouting for...?!"

The second prince almost jumped up from the sofa, and the cigar fell from his hand, burning a black hole on the expensive wool carpet.

"Arthur founded a new party?!"

"Yes, Your Highness! It's absolutely true!"

"What's his party platform?"

"Equal distribution of property, social status and political rights, improvement of human rights and salary demands...."

The second prince groaned, covered his head and squatted down. He had suffered enough blows today. First, the position of president of the Chamber of Commerce changed hands, and then Arthur led the West Island members to establish the Labor Party...

The Labor Party, you can tell what kind of party it is by just hearing the name, plus the platform, what Arthur wants to do is already clear!

It is hard to imagine that Arthur, who was at a low point, would suddenly form the Labor Party!

"Does he have a popular base? If not, the Labor Party he founded will be a mirror image!"

The congressman who sent the message swallowed his saliva and said: "It is said that the Fourth Prince officially established the Labor Representative Committee today and began to send people to contact the trade unions in various industries to unite the workers..."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the second prince wanted to curse.

Once workers unite, who will be injured?

It must be the boss who pays them wages, the farmer!

And aren’t these people exactly what the Liberal Party represents?

"Your Highness, we should strike first." Ma Wei suddenly said.

"Strike first to gain the upper hand?" The second prince turned around and asked doubtfully: "Arthur has already established the Labor Party, so where can we get the upper hand?"

"No, it's still too late." Ma Wei said solemnly: "We should hurry up before the fourth prince, contact the representatives of the trade unions in various industries, and win them over. We cannot let them join the Labor Representative Committee. Even if they want to join, they should be our people.

join in."

Baron Frederick said: "You mean to cut the link between the Labor Party and the workers right down the middle?"

"That's right, workers' opinions must be transmitted upward through the Labor Representative Committee, and conversely, the Labor Party's instructions must also be issued through the Labor Representative Committee. As long as we strangle the middle, won't we be able to block their lifeblood?"

"Um..."

The second prince looked at Baron Frederick and wanted to ask for his opinion, but Baron Frederick had never experienced such a thing and could not give any advice for a while.

Having said that, Mawei's proposal still moved the second prince's heart. He won over the Labor Representative Committee first, so that they would not lose anything. On the contrary, they could also gain insight into the next actions of the Labor Party, which could be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Sending moles into the enemy camp is no longer a rare tactic.

After thinking for a moment, the second prince nodded heavily: "Okay! Just listen to Nicholas, Stuer, you go negotiate with those union representatives and bribe them!"

"yes!"

In the afternoon of the same day, Stewart took his staff to South London, which is the headquarters of the Railway Union. Under the guidance of the staff, Stewart met the person in charge, Rabiot Crisp, in the office.

"Mr. Rabiot, this is a small gift. I hope you can accept it."

At Stewart's signal, a gift box was placed on the table.

Rabiot, who didn't know what was going on, glanced at the gift box, frowned and asked, "Mr. Stewart, why did you come to me?"

"In the past few days, other people will come to you." Stewart said straight to the point: "They will invite you to join the Labor Representative Committee to convey the opinions of railway workers..."

"You want me to say no?"

"No, I want you to agree." Stewart said with a smile: "After joining the Labor Representative Committee, I will take the initiative to contact you if something happens. You just need to follow our orders."

Rabiot sneered: "Mr. Stewart, go back with your gift! The workers trust me and let me lead them. I will not betray them for a small profit."

"Ah ha, petty profit, this is not petty profit."

Stewart stretched out a finger to signal Rabio to calm down, and then gently lifted a corner of the gift box. There were two books inside, which seemed ordinary, but when the cover was opened...

The golden reflection brightened.

Looking at the few gold bricks sandwiched in the pages of the book, Rabiot's pupils contracted and his expression became solemn.

"It's just a small meeting gift." Stewart said: "As long as you agree to my request, the same gift will be sent to you every month in the future."

"Every month?!"

"Yes, every month."

Stewart crossed his fingers, crossed his legs, and said calmly: "I know this is a difficult decision. You don't want to betray the trust of the workers. Yes, who would want to betray someone who trusts them?"

"I understand how you feel, Mr. Rabiot, but have you ever thought that as long as you endure this pain for a year, you will get more wealth than you can spend in a lifetime?"

"One year..." Rabiot was a little shaken.

"That's right, one year." Stewart lowered his voice and said seductively: "One year will pass quickly. Think about your child. He will grow a lot taller in one year. Speaking of which, your child is already 6 years old this year.

When he reaches school age, if he has good academic performance and is admitted to a good university, I think his future will be extremely bright."

His breathing gradually became heavier, and Rabiot's psychological defense was breaking down little by little. He was very entangled, and Stewart kept repeating the deadline.

"One year, just one year, you can get everything you want... If you agree, just nod."

Rabiot nodded, even if the movement was very subtle, Stewart caught this signal, showed a satisfied smile, stood up and put on his hat, this time...

Rabiot did not dare to look at him.
To be continued...