The massive deployment of government troops naturally could not be kept secret. In fact, the Paris Government's every move had long been watched closely by the financial syndicates; no one had expected Napoleon IV to actually flip the table.
The human heart was complicated. "Lenient with oneself, strict with others" was the norm in society. Even though they themselves were plotting a coup, everyone was still furious at the Emperor for flipping the table.
There was no helping it—the arrow was on the bowstring and had to be loosed. As the government troops moved into action, the capitalists who had originally hidden in the rear and directed things from afar were now forced onto the front stage.
"Compatriots, take up the weapons in your hands, overthrow the rotten Bonaparte Dynasty, end this mistaken war, and establish a..."
Having narrowly escaped disaster, Maxim Sidorov was now forcing himself to preach revolutionary theory to the workers, inciting them to join the rebellion.
It was clear that he was a fake revolutionary. All he preached was the overthrow of the Bonaparte Dynasty, lacking any theory of bringing down the bourgeoisie.
There was no way around it. They could hardly expect capitalists to rise up and revolutionize themselves, could they? Even if he just spouted nonsense, it would be too easy to expose the lie!
Maxim Sidorov deeply experienced what it meant for "a scholar to meet soldiers—reasoning with them is impossible." No matter how brilliantly he spoke from the stage, the mood of the crowd below remained flat.
Revolutionary thought had taken root only among intellectuals. Ordinary people were struggling for their daily bread and simply had no time to think about such matters.
More importantly, the Bonaparte Dynasty had not yet reached the point of provoking universal outrage. Although grim news kept