Make France Great Again

"Your Majesty, I guess it must be Cavaignac's fault!" Pescini said with a vow: "Only he can drive those damned bureaucrats to attack us!"

"My friend, please don't speak in such a tone!" Jerome Bonaparte raised his hand to stop Persini's complaints: "In the end, those guys are just poor people who are loyal to the system! My salary is less than 4,000 francs, and I have to face accusations from my boss!"

Compared with other industries, French staff in the 19th century was indeed a decent job, but it was only decent. The annual salary of those low-level bureaucrats sitting in Paris offices was only about 1,300-3,800 francs, while skilled workers in the same period The annual salary is also 2,500 francs, and the annual income of French farmers is 1,500-2,000 francs. This means that if the French grassroots bureaucrats do not have some extra income, it will be difficult for him to support a family. The unspoken rules of the grassroots bureaucrats.

"But..." Pesini also knew that now was not the time to complain, but he had no good solution right now.

After all, the person who sits on the highest seat of power in France is Cavaignac, not Jerome Bonaparte.

"Since the matter has already happened, we must deal with him as soon as possible!" Jerome Bonaparte asked Persini curiously: "By the way, which newspaper was the one we cooperated with before?"

"The giant of the newspaper industry in Paris, Havas News Agency!" Pessini said cautiously: "Actually, the boss of Havas News Agency was not willing to cooperate with us at the beginning. We work together!"

"It's them!" Jerome Bonaparte instantly "recalls" the Havas News Agency, but what he didn't expect was that, as one of the four major newspapers that will monopolize world news in the future, Havas News Agency It appeared so early: "What is the content of our cooperation with Hawass News Agency?"

"Havas News Agency provides us with news about overseas political sections, which are then published by our newspaper!" Pesini responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

"You are naked robbery!" Jerome Bonaparte pointed at Persini in an exaggerated tone.

"Your Highness, our cooperation has been terminated!" Pessini tried to explain.

"This shows that people have no confidence in us!" Jerome Bonaparte waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "It seems that our old Mr. Havas thinks his investment is not worthwhile, so he didn't resist the pressure to withdraw in advance gone."

"Your Highness, then we..." Pescini asked again.

"Since they want to draw a clear line with us, why should we follow them!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled and took out a note worth 100,000 francs: "This is 100,000 francs from the Bank of Milan. I want you to limit the newspaper to about 5 centimes!"

"Your Highness, if we do this, we will lose money!" Pessini's face changed slightly, and he explained to Jerome Bonaparte: "The cost of the newspaper from printing to publication alone needs about 4-5 centimes. If 5 centimes are sold, we can only lose money in it!"

"Secretary-General Pessini!" Jerome Bonaparte said in a serious tone: "What we have to do now is to spread our reputation as soon as possible. If the franc is gone, we can make money again. There is only one chance!"

Persini, who took the bill, understood what Jerome Bonaparte meant: "I know!"

"I'll take care of the matter about Cavaignac! Just manage the newspaper first! Also, don't let Cavaignac's bastards catch us!" Jerome Bonaparte expressed exhorted solemnly.

"I will be careful!"

Pessini, who had no other questions for the time being, left the conference hall.

Only Jerome Bonaparte and Eugène Rouet were left at the scene.

"Tomorrow I'm going to visit Monsieur Thiers!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Eugène Rouet.

"Do you need me to accompany you!" Eugene Rouay responded immediately.

Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and said, "No need! I'm going to visit alone! Just stay here!"

"yes!"

...

September 5, 1848, was a particularly cool day in Paris.

M. Thiers, one of the magnates of the party of Order, put on a coat early in the morning over his thin inner lining.

Although the weather has turned slightly cooler, our Mr. Thiers' heart is still like a flame.

The raging fire of ambition hidden in the body gave Thiers great energy.

"Monsieur, Jerome Bonaparte, please see me!"

The servant in charge reported to Thiers the news of Jérôme Bonaparte's visit.

Is it finally here?

Thiers, who was tall as a dwarf, showed a treacherous smile at the corner of his mouth. He thought how long that poor prince could last, but he didn't expect to surrender in less than 2 days.

The vigilant heart was once again relaxed by Jerome Bonaparte's visit.

A guy who relies on the shadow of his father's generation is nothing to be afraid of!

"Then invite Congressman Jérôme Bonaparte to come in!" Thiers couldn't help but reveal a hint of complacency.

The servant led Jérôme Bonaparte to the living room where Thiers received him.

Jerome Bonaparte finally saw Thiers' true face.

Uglier than the picture!

This was Jerome Bonaparte's first thought when he saw Thiers.

"Mr. Bonaparte, do you know why you are here?" Thiers' treacherous face showed a surprised expression, as if he was surprised by Jerome Bonaparte's arrival.

"Monsieur Thiers, I hope you and your party can help me run for president!" Jerome Bonaparte stammered in his ridiculous Tuscan accent.

Tuscan hillbillies!

Thiers once again despised Jerome Bonaparte in his heart, and said with a surprised expression on his face: "Mr. Bonaparte, running for president can only be chosen by all citizens. We don't have that." that power!"

"Well! Vote! Unexpectedly, Mr. Thiers is also a senior republican!" Jerome Bonaparte praised.

"I've always been a republican!" Thiers, the political chameleon, responded modestly.

"Then, as a republican, you definitely don't want to see the votes belonging to all the voters of the republic being erased by some people for inexplicable reasons!" Jerome Bonaparte emphasized his tone deliberately.

"Who... who would do such a thing!" Thiers shouted and responded, his expression resembling a funny clown: "Mr. Bonaparte, you should raise this matter in the National Assembly, not with me. Discuss here!"