Make France Great Again

Just an hour and a half after Jerome Bonaparte and Valewski boarded the train to Paris, Admiral Dicko and Toulon Mayor Jacob arrived at Jerome Bonaparte's house residence.

Dico and Jacob, who were led into the living room by the servants in the residence, found that there was no one in the living room.

Looking at the empty living room, Jacob said anxiously to the minister next to him, "Your Excellency Dicko, are we here early! Your Majesty and Minister Walewski seem to have not gotten up yet!"

"It shouldn't be!" Minister Dico frowned and muttered in a low voice, then turned to Jacob and responded: "Then let's wait in the living room for a while!"

"Is this really okay?" Jacob was still a little uneasy.

"What are you afraid of!" Minister Dico patted Jacob on the shoulder and said with relief: "His Majesty has decided not to pursue the matter regarding the Maritime Transport Commission!"

"I..." Despite what Minister Dico said, Jacob still swallowed.

The emperor said he would not pursue Minister Dico, but he did not say he would not pursue them.

"Don't worry!" Minister Dico replied to Jacob again: "You came back this time to state the solution to His Majesty. His Majesty is not happy yet, so how can he blame you!"

"Hopefully!" Jacob smiled reluctantly.

In order to help Minister Dicko's Maritime Transport Committee deal with the "mess", their city hall may have to bleed a lot this time.

No way, who made Minister Dico go to his house last night to have "friendly" consultations with him.

He couldn't do this even if he didn't want to help.

Minister Dicko and Mayor Jacob sat on the sofa and waited for a long time. When the grandfather clock pointed to 9 o'clock, a servant appeared in front of Minister Dicko and Jacob.

"Your Excellency, Minister, Mayor, please don't wait any longer! Your Majesty and Your Excellency the Minister have already set off!" The servant bowed and reported to Minister Dico and Mayor Jacob.

"Let's go!" Dico and Jacob looked at each other, and then asked in unison: "Where is your Majesty? Why didn't you tell us?"

"His Majesty has already set off to return to Paris, and before he started, he also asked us not to tell anyone before 9 o'clock!" the servant continued to respond to Dico and Jacob.

"Your Excellency, Your Majesty, is he... angry?" Jacob asked Minister Dico in confusion.

Now he was very scared, and the mayor flew away before he could warm himself up.

"Probably not!" Minister Dico was also a little undecided.

The thinking of His Majesty the Emperor Jérôme Bonaparte is always so puzzling.

"Then...then what should we do now?" Jacob asked Minister Dico again.

"What else can we do!" Minister Dico responded helplessly, "Let's go!"

Minister Dicko and Mayor Jacob left Jérôme Bonaparte's temporary residence.

On the other hand, Jérôme Bonaparte, disguised as a couple, and Valewski, disguised as a servant, were sitting on the train and having a pleasant exchange with the old man sitting opposite them.

"Young man, why do you have to squeeze into the third-class compartment?" The old man looked at the young man opposite (actually over 30 years old) with his weathered eyes.

"Other than lack of money, there seems to be no other reason!" Jérôme Bonaparte shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

"How can a person like you have no money!" The old man shook his head and said to Jérôme Bonaparte, "Although I am old, my eyesight is still bright!"

"Oh!" Jérôme Bonaparte smiled with interest, "Does the old man think I am a rich man?"

"No!" The old man shook his head again and responded seriously to Jérôme Bonaparte: "Ordinary nouveau riche don't have the temperament like you!"

"What is that?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked curiously.

After looking at it carefully, the old man replied to Jérôme Bonaparte in an uncertain tone: "You should be a nobleman!"

"Barely so!" Jérôme Bonaparte nodded, "It's a pity that our family is in decline. Try to save as much as possible when you can! What about you, old man?"

"I'm just an ordinary old man!" The old man also responded lightly.

"Ordinary old people don't have the same knowledge as you!" Jerome Bonaparte also retorted.

"Knowledge?" A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, "It's all a ridiculous thing I learned when I was young! It has no use at all other than being used as a conversation starter!"

"Isn't that what knowledge is!" Jérôme Bonaparte nodded empathetically and said, "If it can't be given to the emperor's family, it can only be used as bragging capital!"

"Goods and the emperor's family!" The old man was stunned for a few seconds, then laughed twice, nodded and said: "You are right! If knowledge cannot be appreciated by the monarch, it is really useless.

Isn’t that what Migne is like! "

"Migne?" Jerome Bonaparte was stunned for a few seconds. The first person he thought of was the inventor of the Migne rifle, and then he realized it was another Migne: "You are talking about Francois. Auguste Marie Migne?"

"You actually know him?" The old man looked at Jérôme Bonaparte in surprise.

"I have a little knowledge of his famous work "History of the French Revolution"!" Jérôme Bonaparte responded to the old man.

"What do you think of this book?" the old man asked Jérôme Bonaparte.

"Very good!" Jerome Bonaparte praised, and then half-jokingly said to the old man: "This book became famous and created a Prime Minister of the July Dynasty (referring to Adolphe Thiers, who and The "History of the French Revolution" compiled by Migne is a stepping stone to the upper class)."

"Yes!" The old man also sighed with emotion, "A book created a dynasty prime minister!"

"However, it is a pity that the prime minister is not Migne himself, but Adolphe Thiers!" Jerome Bonaparte replied to the old man.

From Jerome Bonaparte's words, the old man could hear his dissatisfaction with Adolphe Thiers. He asked curiously: "Why don't you seem to like seeing him?"

"I really don't like profit-seeking people like Thiers!" Jérôme Bonaparte, who personally sent Thiers down, replied frankly.

"Don't say it's you, there were several people in the political circles of the July Dynasty who liked him! The romantics regarded him as a traitor, the doctrinaires (mainly Guizot) wanted to trip him up, and even the son of Philippe the Equality Somewhat unacceptable..." The old man's face was full of memories of the past.

"Old man, it sounds like you have experienced those things yourself!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to the old man with great interest.

"It's all in the past!" The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head and replied to Jérôme Bonaparte. "Thieres, who was a famous political chameleon at the time, accidentally turned into a cold corpse in the end. corpse.

Everyone loves power, everyone fears it! "

"Yes! Every careerist is trying their best to move closer to the center of power!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to the old man.

"From the beginning of the century to the present, our country has experienced three dynasties and a short-lived republic! I don't know how many more hardships we have to go through!" The old man sighed and said to Jérôme Bonaparte.

"Why are you so dissatisfied with this era?" Jerome Bonaparte looked at the old man curiously?

"If you just talk about this era, then I can tell you that this is a progressive France that is about to lead the entire Europe!" the old man responded to Jérôme Bonaparte.

Then, the old man continued: "If you want to ask me what I think of the person above, I suspect you want to send me in!"

"Probably not!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled awkwardly.

"No?" the old man couldn't help but sneered, "Do you know how many political prisoners have been arrested during this period alone?"

Jerome Bonaparte shook his head. He had been away from France for almost half a year and it was impossible for him to take care of everything.

"The number of people deported during this period alone has exceeded 500!" the old man said to Jérôme Bonaparte, "In this country, you cannot have any criticism! Any criticism means …”

Before the old man could say anything, Valewski interrupted: "Your Majesty... Your Excellency, you should eat something!"

He was afraid that if the old man kept talking, Jérôme Bonaparte would really have a big problem when he returned.

However, he felt like he had seen the old man in front of him somewhere before.

"Valisi, I'm not hungry!" Jérôme Bonaparte glared at Valewski fiercely, and then said to the old man: "You continue!"

"Let's forget it!" the old man shook his head and responded to Jérôme Bonaparte.

Later, Jérôme Bonaparte asked the old man what he thought of the Crimean War.

The old man told Jerome Bonaparte that this war was one of the few highlights of the Second Empire since its establishment.

It’s just that the achievements of the Second Reich were inseparable from the assistance of the Petersburg rebels.

Otherwise, even if the Second Empire wiped out its opponents on the Crimean Peninsula, the Russian Empire would not choose to surrender.

France will inevitably have a protracted war. By that time, the people of Paris, who cannot bear the pressure brought by prices, will force Jérôme Bonaparte to negotiate peace with the Russian Empire.

"But it's a victory after all, isn't it?" Jérôme Bonaparte replied to the old man pretending to be relaxed.

"Victory?" The old man shook his head and responded to Jérôme Bonaparte: "Our Emperor is far from victory. He must take advantage of the time when the people are still immersed in the joy of victory to end the war. All the negative consequences will be digested, find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com. Otherwise, the whole of France will not only face large-scale unemployment, but also the small-denomination bank notes distributed by the Bank of France on a large scale will form a tendency of reverse injection.

Once France's credit system goes bankrupt, no matter how many victories the empire wins, it will come to nothing!

If I were a competitor of the Empire, I would take this opportunity to counterfeit small-denomination bank notes on a large scale in the market, thereby disrupting the entire market.

At that time, the Bank of France will face the same difficulties they faced in 1848.

A turmoil will occur! ! "

Speaking of this, the old man clearly felt the dangerous aura emanating from the person sitting opposite him.

Although this feeling lasted only a moment, it was still keenly captured by the old man.

Young man, who are you?

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