He not only valued national interests, but also showed the necessary strength at critical monts and made wise decisions that changed the course of history.
History is not driven by passion, but by cold calculations, cautious attitude, and superhuman wisdom.
You can accuse him of being a complete scoundrel, but at the sa ti you have to admit he is a strong man.
Prussians always favor the strong, and Bismarck was no exception.
Moreover, he goes a step further than ordinary Prussians, as besides his worship, he also wishes to beco strong himself.
However, Arthur was unaware that he surprisingly gained a fan in Prussia despite having done nothing.
What’s more surprising is that this Prussian fan focuses on different aspects than other fans.
While other fans admire his achievents in natural philosophy, music, literature, and animal protection, this fan admires his audacity to order police to shoot at the Tower of London.
Arthur leaned against the table corner and asked, "Giuseppe, do you an to say that not only do Italian farrs not support your expedition, but also people in France are dissatisfied with you?"
This ti, before Garibaldi could speak, Great Dumas waved his hand with a gloomy face and said, "Don’t ntion it! We encountered many setbacks on our journey from France to Gottingen. On the last night before leaving the French border, we stayed at a country inn. Since we were in a hurry to travel, we hadn’t eaten anything since the previous evening.
Since we were about to escape to safety, and having not eaten for eighteen hours, everyone’s appetite was great. The innkeeper congratulated us for our good appetite and cheerful deanor. The host was very enthusiastic, and his wife was kind. The homade country wine had a great flavor.
Due to their perfect hospitality, Giuseppe was moved by their warmth and ended up telling them things he shouldn’t have. As a result, we saw the innkeeper’s face suddenly change.
At the ti, Giuseppe still didn’t understand what was happening, so he asked him, ’Did I do sothing to upset you?’
The innkeeper shouted, ’Of course! After hearing your candid words, I really feel it is my duty to arrest you.’
When Giuseppe heard this, he didn’t take his words seriously, thinking the innkeeper was joking, so he laughed heartily. It wasn’t until he noticed the innkeeper’s face becoming increasingly stern that he realized he was serious.
But Giuseppe did not flinch; he untied the sailor’s knife from his belt and slapped it on the table, saying, ’If you insist on doing this, then go ahead, arrest ! Before finishing the last dessert after dinner, there’s still ti. But, if you let finish this dinner, I’ll double the bill, because I’m still hungry.’
Bismarck curiously asked after hearing this, "Did he make a move?"
"Do you an the innkeeper?" Garibaldi chuckled, as if he didn’t think his situation at the ti was so dangerous: "He doesn’t have the guts. Not to brag, but if it’s a fair duel one-on-one, I fear no one in this world."
Bismarck rely muttered under his breath: "Before eting that English wild boar, I thought the sa..."
Perhaps due to using a phonograph leading to hearing loss, the English wild boar had poor hearing; he simply raised his hoof signaling Bismarck not to interrupt: "Otto, listen to the story properly, it’s not ti for questions yet."
Garibaldi then spoke: "After the host said those words, we continued eating as if nothing happened. We all understood that if the innkeeper really wanted to arrest us, there’s no way he could do it alone, he’d need at least seven or eight capable assistants. His little inn was the gathering place for all the young n in the village; they went there every night to drink, smoke, hear news, and discuss national affairs.
People typically arrived in twos and threes for these daily gatherings, and soon, about ten young n ca and started a card fight. Although the host no longer brought up arresting , his eyes still occasionally glared at us. To prevent him from taking desperate asures, I shook my pocket vigorously, making the few gold coins inside jingle, hoping he’d understand there’s money to be made off .
Next, we had to deal with those young n eating and drinking at the inn; I knew I must befriend him before the innkeeper could. A young man who ca for drinks had just finished singing a song to cheers, and I seized the mont, stood up, raised my cup, and said: ’It’s my turn now!’
What song should I sing now? I thought it should be a Beranger song! It should be his satirical songs that appear grateful but have inner criticism! I jumped onto the table in front of everyone and began singing Beranger’s "The Good People’s God."
Reaching this point, Garibaldi got excited, this new Italian tenor pulled his voice and perford live: "Ah! How satisfied I am with my fate! I sing, and God grants food and drink. I say: rciful God, master of all power, You wouldn’t give us a soul made of wood. A heart, Lord, a heart sensitive to suffering! I will always say: Ah! How satisfied I am with my fate!"
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