Count Costantini immediately shrank back nervously. "You... who exactly are you?"
Wilson replied calmly, "Your most loyal friend."
Count Costantini stared at him for a long while before finally nodding hard. "All right, I believe you. How many guns can you get?" "Enough for your needs." Wilson took a sip of Coffee and lifted his eyelids slightly. "However, for now you can only receive one hundred. You know, my employer is a businessman. He hopes to see your strength before continuing to invest."
Count Costantini's heart pounded violently. If the organization could truly obtain a large number of weapons, then the great cause of Italian unification would be completed at least ten years earlier!
He took a deep breath. "How do I demonstrate our strength?"
"Very simple..."
More than ten days later.
Sir Norris looked at the front-page headline of the Milan Morning Post and patted his assistant with satisfaction. "Wilson, you did very well this time. What happened in Lucca may very well become the French 'Boston Tea Party.'"
The newspaper read: Several hundred protesters in Lucca had surrounded a French caravan heading for the outskirts, shouting, "No French Goods!" and burned all the furniture worth more than a hundred thousand Francs. When the Police arrived, they discovered that the protesters were actually armed and did not dare approach. In the end, the protesters shouted slogans as they scattered in all directions.
Wilson was rather pleased with himself as well. "At first, I hadn't expected these Italian unificationists to have such great influence."
In truth, protests involving thousands had recently erupted in Bergamo, Pisa, and other places, demanding that the government expel French influence and achieve the "Union of Northern Italy."
However, none of those protests had caused anywhere near as much impact as the Lucca incident.
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