Queen Caterina knew perfectly well who had put her husband on the throne.
She had been unwilling to offend Florence's great nobles before, but compared to offending France, those people were nothing.
Immediately afterward, the Lucca Parliament also passed the reform bill.
On Milan's side, after Mirabeau met with their president, Giuseppella, two legislators who had fiercely opposed trade reform were arrested for corruption, and the reform bill subsequently passed by an overwhelming vote.
Before the gates of La Scala Opera House in Milan, a middle-aged man waved his hands as he shouted himself hoarse at the people around him. "For our jobs, for our bread, we must drive out French Goods!
"Every one of us must throw ourselves into this great revolution.
"Come with me to Parliament to protest..."
Just as he was speaking, someone shouted from the rear of the crowd, "Ferri Silk Mill is speeding up construction on its factory buildings and is hiring porters now! Twenty-three Francs a month, with lunch included!"
The people who had been chanting slogans fell silent at once, then all turned around. "Twenty-three Francs? Really?"
"Are there still openings?"
At the moment, there were a great many unemployed people in Milan. It was already difficult to find a job paying over twenty Francs, let alone one that included a meal. The young man in black who had provided the information pointed toward San Nazaro Maggiore Basilica. "I heard they need more than ninety people, so they definitely haven't filled all the positions yet." The sixty or seventy people around him instantly sprinted toward the Basilica, afraid that if they ran too slowly, someone else would snatch away their chance at a job.
The young man in black cast a contemptuous glance at the speaker who had just incited everyone to protest,