Chapter 20

Fourth update, seeking collection and recommendation.

"But why do workers participate in the Chartist struggle? What benefits do they get from it?"

Zhu Jishi really couldn't understand how the working people in this era of Britain thought. Did they need votes now? Not at all! What they needed was the right to survival and development, not the illusory one-person-one-vote democratic election!

"Because universal suffrage is bread! If workers want higher wages, better working conditions, and more social welfare, they must first have the right to vote!"

These words were not said by Will Heming, but came from the corridor. After hearing them, Zhu Jishi sneered lightly. This was complete nonsense! Just like the public intellectuals and the pro-American factions of later generations. In later generations, the Indians had the right to vote, but the Arabs in Saudi Arabia, the UAE, and Kuwait did not. However, who had higher incomes, better working conditions, and more social welfare?

Thinking about this, Zhu Jishi turned his head to speak in rebuttal, but when he saw the young man walking in from the open door, he was instantly stunned. This handsome bearded young man looked very familiar!

He was tall, with a handsome face and neatly trimmed beard, and his blue eyes radiated wisdom.

Zhu Jishi suddenly stood up, staring straight at the other person. The young man also walked over quickly, extended his right hand, and smiled at Zhu Jishi, "Hello, I am Friedrich Engels!"

Engels, Engels, Engels? The majestic and stirring Internationale instantly echoed in Zhu Jishi's mind. His mouth opened, but he couldn't utter a single word.

It turned out that the "Owen-Engels Textile Company" really had shares from the Engels family!

Will Heming introduced with a smile, "Friedrich is the manager here. The Owen-Engels company has shares from his father, and he is also a correspondent and writer for our Northern Star newspaper—this is Jason Zhu, a very outstanding doctor who works at Owen Hospital; this lady is Mrs. Roman Duran, my friend."

He patted Zhu Jishi's shoulder, "Jason, Jason... what are you thinking?"

At this moment, Zhu Jishi finally managed to react, shook hands with Engels, and smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Engels, it's an honor to meet you."

Holding Engels' hand, Zhu Jishi felt incredibly awesome! He was actually shaking hands and chatting face-to-face with Engels. This was the founder of the GCD (Communist Party of China)! In terms of seniority, he was even older than Chairman Mao and Premier Zhou! Without him and Marx establishing the truth of GCism (Communism), there would be no GCD, and without the GCD, there would be no New China.

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"Jason, is the content of these articles true? Is puerperal fever really spread through the dirty hands of doctors and contaminated medical instruments? Are British hospitals really full of deadly bacteria? By the way, what exactly are these bacteria? Can you prove their existence?"

Zhu Jishi took out the articles he had prepared and handed them to Will Heming, who then passed them to Engels. Engels then bombarded him with a series of questions. The great god of GCism asked questions with a serious face, making Zhu Jishi feel as if he were in a fog.

He was also considering whether to ask Engels to rewrite his "essays." Although his writing was passable, it couldn't compare to Engels. More importantly, if these articles were written by Engels, they would likely be selected for the "Complete Works of Marx and Engels"!

In this way, his name could be immortalized with these universal truths...

Thinking about this, he quickly gathered his thoughts and patiently introduced Engels to the knowledge of bacteriology.

"Wait a moment, Dr. Zhu, what is your ultimate goal?"

Just as Zhu Jishi's "medical lesson" was halfway through, it was interrupted by Engels. The great god of GCism frowned and looked at him, "If your theories are true, why don't you publish them directly? I believe the medical authorities cannot completely ignore them. If not, you can still expose them through the newspaper later."

Indeed, he was seen through. Zhu Jishi didn't plan to hide his true intentions—why should he, given that the other person was Engels? How could his lying skills fool Engels?

"I want to become famous! Not just in the medical field, but also to make the public in all of Europe know me!" So Zhu Jishi honestly expressed his thoughts, "Mr. Engels, as you can see, I am a yellow-skinned person. In this era of Europe, this skin color is a barrier to success. But I am indeed very talented, not only in bacteriology but also in pharmaceuticals and chemistry. Not long ago, I invented three raw materials that could change the landscape of the world's pharmaceutical industry, and I plan to establish a pharmacy to produce drugs containing these three raw materials."

"Is that so." Engels and Heming were both surprised, then exchanged glances. One was a great man, naturally indifferent to money. The other was somewhat disillusioned with the world, somewhat indifferent to big capitalists. The office suddenly became quiet.

Finally, Engels nodded slightly and smiled, "Mr. Zhu, I can understand your thoughts... an Easterner without great prestige indeed finds it difficult to establish a career in today's Europe. Our Northern Star newspaper is very influential among the working people in Britain, and I have some friends in the press in France and Germany. If I submit articles to them, they will certainly publish them. But how do you prove the existence of the bacteria you mentioned?"

Will Heming also chimed in, "Yes, Jason, the influence of the Northern Star newspaper is based on its authenticity and its willingness to speak for the working people. If the matters you propose are true, the Northern Star newspaper will certainly inform the public. We are not afraid of the Royal College of Physicians!"

Zhu Jishi smiled, "I can let you see the bacteria with your own eyes! Seeing is believing, right?"

Engels nodded, his eyes shining as he looked at Zhu Jishi, "If I can see the bacteria with my own eyes, I will help you with this. Additionally... if your pharmacy needs investment, I can help you raise a large sum of money."

Since Engels wanted to invest, how could Zhu Jishi refuse? He also knew that Engels would use the money to sponsor the world revolution and trouble the reactionary forces in Europe.

"Jason," Engels gently placed Zhu Jishi's manuscript on the desk and smiled faintly, "You really want us to help you publicize, don't you?"

Zhu Jishi nodded. With a great god like Engels helping to publicize, it would be hard for him not to become famous!

"Alright, but all your articles need to be rewritten. I will help you write them and sign your name." Engels paused and explained, "The reason for this is that your articles lack appeal, and the viewpoints are not sharp enough to resonate with readers. Moreover, they are too academic, and most readers won't understand them, so the publicity effect won't be significant."

"Sharp viewpoints..." Zhu Jishi hesitated, "Won't there be any trouble?"

Engels smiled, "If being sued by the Royal College of Physicians counts as trouble, you will have a little trouble, but you will also gain greater fame. People will see you as a hero like Bruno, fighting for the public interest and science against the evil bourgeois-controlled Royal College of Physicians!"

Zhu Jishi was already breaking out in a cold sweat, thinking, "Old man, you won't make me a martyr, will you?"

"No, no, I don't want to cause too much trouble."

Engels smiled and shook his head, "To become famous, how can you be afraid of trouble?" He looked at the serious-faced Zhu Jishi and smiled, "Jason, you don't need to worry too much. Western Europe is not Russia under the Tsar, nor the Ottoman Empire. There are laws here, and they respect science very much. The rulers of Western Europe hope to appear wise and enlightened by respecting and sponsoring science and art. If you can become a well-known great scientist, I guarantee you will be a guest of the royal courts of Western Europe."

"But I am a yellow-skinned person."

"Skin color is an issue, but not the most important one. As long as you are talented and famous enough, it will be fine. Because Western Europe is not just Britain, but also France, Austria, Prussia, Spain. Each ruler wants to appear intelligent, and befriending scientists can make them look less foolish in the public eye."