Make France Great Again

"Where else can I go? Of course it's to build momentum for our Prince!"

Mathilde, who was sitting in front of Jerome Bonaparte, got up and looked at Jerome Bonaparte, her eyes were full of love and comfort, and her pale and slender fingers pressed Jerome Bonaparte The blond hair hanging on his forehead was parted.

Jerome Bonaparte obediently stood in front of Princess Mathilde and watched her. He could only feel grateful for the woman in front of him who had double responsibilities as a sister and mother in the family.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. Mathilde and Jerome Bonaparte, a pair of siblings, looked at each other, and they both saw concern in each other's eyes.

After a while, Mathilde came back to her senses. Her face was blushing slightly inexplicably. Jerome Bonaparte looked at the shy sister in front of him and couldn't help laughing.

For the "naughty" younger brother who dared to make fun of her, Mathilde immediately tapped Jerome Bonaparte's head lightly with the ivory fan in her right hand, and said angrily: "Hurry up! The party is about to start Already! If you accidentally arrive late, all eyes will be on our honorable Prince Bonaparte. I don’t know if our Prince Bonaparte can still laugh like he is now!"

Mathilde's slightly eccentric tone obviously did not cause any harm to Jerome Bonaparte, he shrugged his shoulders, showing an expression of indifference: "Anyway, you are invited to the party, whether I go or not Nothing serious!"

"Why do you think I'm going to the party!" Mathilde's ivory fan poked Jerome Bonaparte's chest lightly a few times, showing a resentful expression: "Isn't it just to promote you Build momentum! You have to go if you go today, or you have to go if you don’t!"

Mathilde's "domineering and exposed" declaration successfully made Jerome Bonaparte raise his hand to "surrender".

"Good! Good! Good! I listen to you, let's go!" Jerome Bonaparte could only endure the fatigue of the journey and obey Mathilde's arrangement.

"I'll wait for you outside, don't make me wait too long!"

After that, Mathilde quickly left Jerome Bonaparte's room.

Jerome Bonaparte was once again alone in the room.

"well!"

After Jerome Bonaparte sighed alone, he had no choice but to open the suitcase.

The clothes I wore in Marseille were folded and neatly placed in the box.

The black tunic jacket and trousers were put on again, and the black military boots placed on the head of the bed were also put on the feet. Jerome Bonaparte standing by the mirror was still so heroic, he was satisfied Nodded, then went out of the room again.

At this moment, Mathilde outside the door was pacing back and forth in the corridor while watching the time on the pocket watch.

There is not much time left until the opening of the party.

"Let's go!" Jerome Bonaparte's flat voice reached Mathilde's ears.

"Why did you..." Mathilde was about to reprimand Jerome Bonaparte, but was shocked by Jerome Bonaparte's current image.

In a trance, the image of Jerome Bonaparte seemed to merge with the image of his uncle.

"Okay, my dear sister Mathilde, I've packed everything and I can go now!" Jerome Bonaparte reminded Mathilde again.

"Hmm! Okay!" Mathilde came back to her senses instantly, and stretched out her hand to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Huh?" Jerome Bonaparte looked at his sister suspiciously.

Facing the bewildered Jérôme Bonaparte, Mathilde once again showed a shy and angry expression. She stomped her foot and retracted her outstretched hand: "If you don't want to, forget it!"

Jerome Bonaparte looked at his sister dumbfounded, then bowed slightly and reached out to grab Princess Mathilde's hand.

The siblings soon got into the carriage,

The carriage went to the second floor. Bonaparte and his sister Mathilde asked the host of the party.

"Sister, who is hosting this party?" Jerome Bonaparte, who gently grasped Mathilde's palm with one hand, asked Mathilde Mathilde.

"Baron Achille Fuld!" Mathilde responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

It's him!

Jerome Bonaparte instantly recalled Archille Fuld, a figure who ran through the history of the Second Republic and the Second Empire.

If Eugene Rouet is the penholder representing the empire, then Archille Fuld undoubtedly represents the pocketbook of the empire.

In the end, Archille Fuld's life can be described as a winner in life. Born in a big banker in Paris, Archille Fuld blazed a trail in Paris at a young age with his extraordinary courage and strategy, and became a One of the shareholders of the Banque de France.

In his middle age, he faced the biggest crisis in history, the June Revolution. After the revolution was suppressed by Cavaignac, and then his cousin came up, he took refuge in his cousin as the Minister of Finance of France.

Although there have been several experiences of parting ways, each time he will regain the trust of his cousin to serve as the finance minister or the position of the minister of state.

It can be said that he is second only to Rouet in the whole Bonaparte faction.

Of course, what Jerome Bonaparte was more curious about was why Baron Archille Fuld had taken a fancy to the Bonaparte family at this time.

It stands to reason that the time for Baron Fuld to bet should not be after the election.

"Sister, how did you know Baron Fuld?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Mathilde again.

Mathilde rolled her eyes at Jérôme Bonaparte and said proudly: "How could we, as nobles, take the initiative to get acquainted with the Israelis in France? It was the Baron Fuld who invited us."

"So it is!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded to Mathilde in response.

"Also!" Mathilde's expression became extremely serious in an instant. In order to prevent Jerome Bonaparte from "going astray", Mathilde reminded: "Brother, you have to remember! We are not with them. People along the way, even if they really want to cooperate with them, they are only at the stage of mutual use. Those guys who betrayed uncle without hesitation, will also betray us without hesitation!"

"I know!"

No one understands the danger of this group of financial class bankers better than Jerome Bonaparte. The Gaut bankers who are entrenched in the Bank of France can abandon their uncles and cousins ​​without hesitation, and they can also be in the Don't hesitate to give up on yourself when you fail.

Finance is a magic wand that can turn stones into gold, and the magic wand is safest only in your own hands.

Now I don't have the right to pack up the magic wand, let those guys temporarily take charge of it instead of me.

Sooner or later, I will take it back.