Chapter TwentyHello, I am Friedrich Engels.

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  "But why should workers take part in the Chartists' struggle? What good will it do them?"

  Zhu Jishi really can't figure out what the working people in Britain are thinking in this era. Do they need to vote now? Not at all! What they need is the right to survive and develop, not that kind of empty and elusive one-person-one-vote democratic election!

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

  This wasn't said by Will Hemenway, but was overheard from the corridor. Zhu Jishi heard it and just smiled scornfully - this is complete nonsense! It's exactly the same as what public intellectuals and America worshipers say nowadays. In the future, Indian Muslims will have votes, while Arabs in Saudi Arabia, the UAE, Kuwait, etc. won't have any votes. But who has higher incomes, better working conditions, and more social welfare?

  As he thought of this, Zhu Jishi turned his head as if to retort, but when he saw the young man walking in from the open door, he was suddenly stunned. This tall and handsome bearded youth looked really familiar!

  Tall stature, straight face, neatly trimmed whiskers, a pair of blue eyes radiating wisdom.

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

  Yes, yes, Engels? The majestic and stirring "International Song" suddenly echoed in Zhu Jishi's mind, his mouth opened, but not a word could be uttered.

  "Originally 'Europe' - Engels textile company" really has shares of the Engels family!

  Will Heming smiled and introduced, "Friedrich is the manager here, O'Malley-Engels Company has his father's shares, and he is also our correspondent and contributor of The Northern Star; this is Jason Zhu, a very outstanding doctor working at O'Malley Hospital; this lady is Madame Roman Dulan, my friend."

  He patted Jason's shoulder again: "Jason, Jason... what are you thinking?"

  Zhu Jishi finally reacted and shook hands with Engels, smiling unnaturally: "Mr. Engels... it's an honor to meet you."

  Holding Engels' hand, Zhu Jishi felt that he had made a big splash this time! He was actually face to face with Engels, shaking hands and laughing. This is the ancestor of GCD! In terms of generation, Zhou Zongli and others are all older than him! If it weren't for him and Marx 'creating' the truth of GCism, where would the GCD of later generations come from? Without GCD, where would the new China come from?

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

  Zhu Jishi handed over the article he had prepared to Wilhelm Haimen, who after reading it passed it on to Engels. As a result, Engels threw out a big pile of questions one after another. The serious expression on this great god of GC-ism made Zhu Jishi feel as if he was in a fog.

  He was still thinking in his heart, whether or not to ask Engels to rewrite the "composition" for himself. His own writing was still passable, but it was definitely no match for Engels'. More importantly, if these articles were written by Engels, they would likely be included in the "Marx and Engels Collected Works" later on!

  In this way, one's own great name will be able to spread far and wide along with these cosmic truths for all eternity...

  He hastily gathered his spirits and patiently began explaining bacteriology to Engels.

  "Wait a minute, Dr. Zhu, what exactly are you trying to achieve?"

  Zhu Jishi's "medical lesson" was only halfway through when he was interrupted by Engels, the great god of GCism frowned at him, "If your theories are true, why not publish them directly? I believe the authorities in the medical field can't completely ignore it. If so, you can expose them through newspapers later."

  As expected, Zhū Jì Shì didn't plan to hide his true thoughts either - after all, the other party was Engels. How could his little trick possibly deceive Engels?

  "I want to make a name for myself! Not just in the medical community, but also let the public all over Europe know me!" So Zhu Jishi spoke out his thoughts, "Mr. Engels, you've seen it too, I'm a yellow-skinned person, and in this era of Europe, this skin color is an obstacle to success. But I am indeed very talented, not only in bacteriology, but also proficient in pharmacy and chemistry. Not long ago, I invented three original medicines that could change the world's medical landscape, and I plan to set up a pharmacy to produce medicines with these three original medicines."

  "It's like that." Engels and Heming were both taken aback, then exchanged a glance. One of them was a great man of the past, naturally it was about money. The other had been somewhat disillusioned with the world lately and wasn't too pleased with big capitalists either. The office suddenly fell silent.

  Engels nodded slightly and smiled: "Mr. Zhu, I can understand your idea... An Oriental person without great reputation would indeed find it difficult to establish a career in today's Europe. Our Northern Star newspaper has a great reputation among the working people of Britain, and I also have some friends in the press circles of France and Germany; if I submit articles to them, they will certainly publish them. But how do you prove that the bacteria you mentioned exist?"

  Will Heming chimed in, "Yes, Jason, the influence of The Northern Star is built on its true character and daring to speak for the laboring people. If what you bring up is true, The Northern Star will certainly tell it to the public. Because we are not afraid of the Royal Medical Society of Britain!"

  Zhu Jishi smiled: "I can let you see bacteria with your own eyes! What you see with your own eyes, won't be fake, right?"

  Engels nodded, his eyes fixed intently on Zhu Jishi. "As long as I can see the bacteria with my own eyes, I'll help you out. Moreover... if your 'pharmacy' needs investment, I also have a way to help you raise a large sum of funds."

  Engels wants to invest, what reason does Zhū Jìshì have not to agree? He also knows that Engels will make money and will use it to sponsor the world revolution and trouble the European reactionaries.

  "Jason," Engels gently placed Juzi's manuscript on the office desk, with a faint smile, "you really want us to help you publicize it, don't you?"

  Zhu Jishi nodded, with a great god like Engels helping to promote, it's hard for him not to be popular!

  "Alright, but all of your articles need to be rewritten, and I'll help you write them, under your name." Engels paused for a moment before explaining: "The reason we have to do it this way is that your articles lack persuasive power, the viewpoints aren't sharp enough, and they're hard to resonate with readers. Moreover, they're too heavily academic, most readers can't even understand them, so there won't be much of a publicity effect."

  "Sharp insight......" Zhu Jishi hesitated and asked, "Won't there be any trouble?"

  Engels smiled and said, "If being sued by the Royal Medical Society is a trouble, you will have a little trouble, but the reputation you get will be even greater. People will regard you as a Bruno-style hero who fights against the evil bourgeois-controlled Royal Medical Society for the defense of public interest and science!"

  Zhu Jishi's forehead was already beaded with cold sweat, thinking to himself: "You old man won't make me a martyr, will you?"

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

  Engels chuckled and shook his head, "To become famous, how can you be afraid of trouble?" He looked at Zhu Jishi's serious face and smiled, "Jason, you don't have to worry too much. Western Europe is not Russia under the Tsar's rule, nor is it the Ottoman Empire. This is a place with laws, and they respect science very much. The rulers of Western Europe all hope to make themselves appear wise and brilliant by respecting and sponsoring science and art. If you can become a world-renowned scientist, I guarantee that you will be a honored guest in the royal courts of Western Europe."

  "But I am a yellow race."

  "Skin color is a problem, but not the most important one. As long as you are talented and famous enough, that's all that matters. Because Western Europe is not just England, there's also France, Austria, Prussia, Spain, and every ruler wants to appear more intelligent, and being friends with scientists can make them look less foolish in public."