Make France Great Again

Gazing at the Count Falloux leaving in a hurry through the study window, Jerome Bonaparte knew that this deal with the Catholic Right had been a success.

There is no party in Paris that offers more generous conditions to the clerical faction than Jerome Bonaparte, or someone who has the ability to compete with Jerome Bonaparte (such as Cavaignac) , unwilling to negotiate terms with them. Guys who are not capable of entering the election finals (for example: Thiers, Morel, etc.), even if the conditions offered are generous, they are nothing but a spectacle in the water.

Not to mention that Earl Falu himself is a die-hard monarchist and clerical rightist. It is simply a dream come true to expect him to make peace with an extreme republican.

Jerome Bonaparte, who was sure that Count Falloux would agree to his conditions, showed a confident smile.

Even though I have just returned to Paris for two days, I have already received the support of other forces besides my own small peasant base, part of which is the moderate republican faction headed by Victor Hugo, whose base is the desire of the entire Paris The petty bourgeoisie that protects their own private property, and the other part represents the power of the Catholic right headed by the Earl of Falloux. Some of them come from Brittania, and the other part is the Provence area.

The situation of the election cannot be said to be without progress, it can only be said to be one win after another.

Under such a good situation, Jérôme Bonaparte couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

After all, he is about to become the first person in history to become the president of France at the age of 26. In the past and future of France, there has never been a ruler of the republic under the age of 30.

Jerome Bonaparte, who closed his eyes and danced his body gently, fell into a brief narcissism.

However, Jerome Bonaparte's intoxication did not last long before being broken by Eugene Rouet's shout.

"His Royal Highness..." Eugène Rouet broke into Jerome Bonaparte's study, swallowed and said intermittently: "Cavaignac, Cavaignac..."

"What's wrong with Cavaignac?" Jerome Bonaparte opened his eyes in an instant and asked with a stern expression on his sober face from his narcissism.

"Cavaignac is downstairs! He said he wanted to see you!" Eugene Rouay said all the content in one breath.

"Huh?" There was a flash of surprise in Jerome Bonaparte's eyes. He didn't understand why Cavaignac, the dictator, couldn't enjoy his last dictatorial time in the Elysee Palace and why he came to himself. He didn't Maybe they want to persuade themselves not to participate in the election!

"Tsk tsk tsk! The plague god is at your door!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head, standing with his hands behind his back, and sighed.

"To see or not to see?" Eugène Roue asked Jerome Bonaparte. Only the leader can make a decision on this kind of matter. Anyone who makes decisions on behalf of the leader will only make things worse.

"Do we have any choice right now?" Jerome Bonaparte shrugged and responded calmly: "Then let our Mr. Ruling come in! Don't make him wait too long!"

"Yes!" Eugene Rouet responded, then turned and left Jerome Bonaparte's study.

In order to cope with Cavaignac's arrival, Jerome Bonaparte had no choice but to call Fleury to his side and tell him to make a pot of good tea to entertain Cavaignac.

After receiving the order, Fleury met Eugene Ruby and led Cavaignac to the second floor as soon as he left the room.

Cavaignac, who wore a black military uniform on his upper body, red tunic trousers on his lower body, and a yellow ribbon around his waist, looked at Fleury in surprise and said, "Fleury, I didn't expect you to come here?"

"You know each other?" Jerome Bonaparte fixed his eyes on Fleury's back one second, and looked at Cavaignac the next second.

"Yes!" Cavaignac nodded, and responded solemnly and indifferently: "I once fought with Major Fleury in Algiers!"

Major? Sure enough, my cousin randomly added official positions to his cronies.

Jerome Bonaparte complained silently in his heart.

Although he expressed understanding for his dead cousin's behavior of writing a bad check at will, he was dissatisfied with the fact that he had to cash some of his cousin's bad checks.

Even he didn't know how many bad checks his cousin sent.

"Your Highness, I..." Fleury wanted to explain something, but Jerome Bonaparte waved his hand and said, "Go to business!"

Fleury went to prepare tea, and Eugène Rouet brought Cavaignac to Jerome Bonaparte.

Jerome Bonaparte and Cavaignac sat face to face on the sofa without saying a word, and after looking at each other for a long time, Jerome finally couldn't help saying: "Mr. !"

"Honestly, Prince Jerome Bonaparte, I don't like you very much! I should have thrown you into prison!" Cavaignac said with a hint of hostility in his cold tone.

Cavaignac's naked hostility did not meet Jerome Bonaparte's tit-for-tat. He said with a smile: "Cavaignac is in power. As a political figure, we cannot put our own dislikes and likes over the Republic. Above! Whether you like me or not, as long as I do not violate the Constitution of the Republic, you have no ability to arrest me!"

"Hmph!" Cavaignac still snorted coldly, he was obviously dissatisfied with Jerome Bonaparte's rigid and almost official response.

Seeing this, Jerome Bonaparte put away his smile, and his expression also became extraordinarily indifferent, and said with a look of refusal to be thousands of miles away: "Mr. Ruling, if you are here just to vent your dissatisfaction, I think you can do it secretly at home alone! Cursing, praying to God! It's your right!"

Jérôme Bonaparte's yin and yang aura made Cavaignac very uncomfortable, so he adjusted his mood and said: "I hope you can join my cabinet, the Republic needs people like you!"

Jerome Bonaparte showed a shocked expression. He never thought that Cavaignac, who was incompatible with him, would invite him to join one day.

This was a treatment that none of his cousins ​​had received in his "previous life".

"That depends on what position Cavaignac's administration can provide me!" Jerome Bonaparte responded frivolously.

After thinking for a moment, Cavaignac responded: "How about the Minister of Public Works? I think this position is very suitable for you!"

Mastering the power of national public works expenditure means mastering the key to a national oil depot, and the cost of Cavaignac is not insignificant.

"What do you need me to do?"