Just when Armand threw out a new rumor that he himself suddenly disappeared, perhaps being arrested in the Bastille, a more amazing news came: Neck, the king's Chancellor of the Chancellor, was dismissed and deported.

Neck's departure was regarded as a sign that the king was about to completely suppress the third-level resistance. He served as the French Chancellor of the Exchequer twice.

When he was the Chancellor of the Exchequer, he gained the general favor of the people at the bottom of the city because of his opposition to free grain trade. (If free grain trade, the rise in the price of grain is almost inevitable in the context of continuous natural disasters, which of course seriously damages the interests of the poor at the bottom.)

He pioneered a way to maintain the national fiscal operation by borrowing debts, thus avoiding tax increases, which also made the rich people in the upper class of the third level very satisfied with him.

However, in 1781, in order to defend his fiscal policy, he actually publicly released the French government's financial report, which revealed the budget deficit and the annual salary of the privileged grade. The disclosure of these two figures caused a political storm. The poor people who had never touched a Louis gold coin in their lifetime saw the astronomical expenses of the great nobles, especially Queen Marie Antoinette, who just redecorated the little Trianon Palace where she lived, and spent 766,000 francs! The queen rewarded her favorite Madame Polina, who gave her 500,000 francs in just one year! They looked at these numbers and then looked at their empty rice bags, and were naturally angry.

So when Queen Mary just became the queen, she won the cheers of the whole of Paris, got the nickname of "Lady of Deficit". Neck, who caused this storm, was naturally removed from office.

But later, the fiscal deficit became more and more serious, and it became more and more difficult to borrow. (At that time, the interest on the French government bonds was as high as nearly 20%, but they still couldn't borrow money) The pressure to repay the debt became increasingly greater and became an undermining pit in fiscal expenditure. The privileged class refused to pay taxes. (If you want to talk about this situation, it looks a bit like Ah Mei today) Louis XVI had no choice, so he activated Neck again. However, Neck was not God, and he could not say that there was gold Louis like God, so there was gold Louis.

So Neck could only propose to tax the privileged class. Then the priests and nobles naturally used tradition as a shield and claimed that to tax the privileged class, they must obtain the authorization of the "third-level meeting". The privileged class originally thought that Louis XVI would definitely not dare to hold the third-level meeting. But they never expected that Louis XVI, who was so poor, actually held the third-level meeting.

In the third-level meeting, Neck helped the third level to successfully increase the number of representatives and gained the power to vote according to the number of representatives rather than the rank on issues related to finance. Therefore, in the hearts of the Parisians, Neck's resignation means that the king has made up his mind to stand on the opposite side of the third level. In everyone's opinion, this is even a signal that the king is ready to suppress the people by force.

"We cannot sit and wait for the king's foreign mercenaries and the robbers to come together to massacre and rob us. We must stand up, pick up our weapons and prepare for battle, and put on hat badges to identify. We must defend ourselves, defend our wives and children, and defend our own property." In front of a café in Royal Palace, a man was giving a speech excitedly.

"It's really strange. Don't De Muran usually have a stuttering problem? Why doesn't he stutter today?" The person who spoke was obviously very familiar with De Muran who gave the speech.

"Yes, it was so hard to talk to De Muran before. He would even rather find a piece of paper to write than say it with his mouth. Today... hear what he said first?" Another person also said.

"This dismissal is a wake-up call to the Patriots to carry out the St. Bartholomew's massacre! And just today, our friend Arman Lavoisier, who created the immortal Spartacus, disappeared! We all know what happened to this disappearance. He would not be anywhere else. He must have been caught by the king's spies and the evil dogs in Bastille!" The excited De Muran continued to shout. He took out two pistols from his green top pocket at once, "Follow me and we will arm us!"

The crowd responded loudly.

"Go together, go together!"

So we went together.

Where to go? Of course it was the weapon store. De Muran took these people to the nearest weapon store. The owner saw so many people coming over in a fierce manner, so he quickly wanted to close the door. But De Muran was faster than him, so he jumped over with one step, reached out to block the door panel that was closing, and everyone rushed in together.

"Boss, are you a member of the third level? Are you a citizen of Paris?" De Muran asked loudly.

"Of course, of course I am." The boss, who looked like a mortal face, replied.

"Okay!" said De Muran, "The tyrant is plotting to suppress the third-level resistance with force, to loot and massacre Paris! Should you do your best to defend the people of Paris?"

Everyone looked at the store owner.

The shop owner secretly looked at the two pistols in Demulan's hand, then looked at the people following him, and then replied in a shaking voice: "Of course... what you said...of course...I..." Compared with Demulan, he was more like a stuttering.

"Well said." De Muran patted the shop owner's shoulder, turned his head to shout to everyone, "Look at it, this citizen is so wise! He is willing to support us, he is willing to join us! Come on, everyone is armed! We are going to fight for Paris and for freedom!"

So everyone picked up all the weapons in the store. This man took a hunting rifle, and the man took a spear... The shop owner looked at everyone, wanted to stop it, but he didn't dare to have to watch it. At this time, De Muran stuffed a hunting knife into his hand: "Citizen, thank you for your generosity! Let's go, let's defend Paris together!"

The shop owner carried the hunting knife and, under the crowd, moved towards the block ahead. As everyone walked, they shouted to the others and invited them to join them, and the team quickly expanded. After walking about half a street, the shop owner gradually understood.

"Citizens, citizens! Turn from here to the right, there is also a weapon store. Many of us don't have weapons yet. Let's go there and get armed!" The shop owner shouted loudly, while raising the hunting knife in his hand high. Needless to ask, the owner of that weapon store must be his enemy.

So a group of people who did not have weapons in their hands and several citizens holding hunting rifles followed the shop owner.

Sure enough, after walking for only a hundred steps, I saw a weapon store. However, the door of the weapon store was closed at this time.

"Open the door, open the door!" The shop owner walked forward, knocking on the door with the hilt of the hunting knife, and shouted in a stack of voices.

"We won't do business today..." A trembling voice responded behind the door.

"Open the door, open the door! Citizen, you have the obligation to support the people in defending Paris!" a man shouted.

"Yes, we need weapons to fight against the tyrants! Open the door!" another man shouted.

"No...I don't open the door...it's all my hard-earned money, I can't just give it to you like this!" The voice behind the door shouted.

"Are you going to stand on the side of the tyrant and oppose the people?" a man shouted loudly.

"Smash the door open, let's smash it open!" another man shouted.

So someone started smashing the door.

"Stop!" the voice inside shouted, "If we don't stop, we will shoot!"

However, people didn't stop.

"Bang!" A gunshot came from inside the house, and a man who was smashing the door fell down with his legs covered.

The person who was smashing the door immediately dispersed.

"This damn guy must be a supporter of the tyrant!" shouted one person.

"Bare this bad thing to death!" more people shouted.

Several hunting rifles rushed towards the back of the door. Several holes were opened in the door. Someone touched it from the side and kicked it on the door. The door was kicked open the bullets just now and broke the bolt behind it.

Everyone rushed in together and saw a middle-aged man loading bullets for his shotgun with his trembling hands. However, his hands were shaking violently and gunpowder was spilling outside the gun. Seeing everyone rushing in, he threw down the shotgun, straightened up and turned around and ran away. But a spear stabbed from behind him and nailed him to the wall.

"Damn the tyrant's lackey!" A man cursed and rushed up, grabbed the man's hair, waved the long knife in his hand, and slashed at the man's neck with one knife. However, his technique was really not very good. This knife did not cut off his cervical spine and cut off his head. Perhaps because he felt that this knife had lost someone, the man swung the knife wildly and slashed at the man's neck several times, and finally cut off his head.

The man raised his blood-stained face and raised the head high with his blood-stained hand, just as Perseus raised Medusa's head high.

"Look, this is the end of being a lackey for the tyrant!" The man shouted wildly with a drunken fan.

"He deserves to die!"

"This is how the tyrant's lackey should be!"

Everyone responded in the same tone.

In fact, if a person is drunk, he does not necessarily need to drink or use some other things. He only needs a large group of people to be with you and has a noble reason.

"The whole family should kill such a lackey!" someone shouted again.

"It seems that there is still someone here!" Someone shouted again.

Everyone headed towards the inner room, but the shop owner stayed behind. He heard someone shouting inside: "God, save us!"

Then someone shouted: "This kind of lackey also has women and children!"

"Kill them all! This is what they deserve!"

Then there were a few screams, and then several people came out of the inner room with their blood-stained faces proudly, shouting: "Armed and defend Paris!"
Chapter completed!