Make France Great Again

"Only when people like us who are truly willing to serve France gain rights can we prevent incompetent people with mediocre abilities from coming to power!"

As Emile Olivier left Alfred Darimon's mansion in a carriage, Alfred Darimon's words kept echoing in his mind, and he unconsciously felt a trace of recognition in his heart.

In terms of true talent and learning, Emile Olivier is no worse than some ministers in the cabinet, but what he lacks is just an opportunity to display his true talent and learning.

Now, such an opportunity was placed in front of him, which made Emile Olivier not tempted.

What's more, Alfred Darimon also said that the new Republican Party he formed was more inclusive than Jules Favre. Emile Olivier joined the Republican Party without changing the ideas he believed in. In the New Republican Party.

"Should I join or not?" Emile Olivier muttered in a low voice.

"We are here! Mr. Olivier!" It was not until the driver's voice came from outside the carriage that Emile Olivier returned to reality.

Emile Olivier, who got off the carriage, took out a silver coin from his pocket and handed it to the coachman.

"Mr. Olivier, I don't charge money!" The coachman refused Emile Olivier's silver coins.

Only then did Emile Olivier realize that the carriage he was riding in was Alfred Darimon's special carriage.

"Thank you for me, your master, Mr. Alfred Darimon!" Emile Olivier put the silver coins back into his pocket, and then said solemnly to the coachman.

"I will convey it for you!" The coachman nodded in response, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first!"

"Yes!" Emile Olivier waved his hand and watched the carriage leave.

Immediately afterwards, he headed straight towards his rented apartment.

When Emile Olivier was approaching the door of the apartment, a voice stopped Emile Olivier.

Emile Olivier stopped and looked at the source of the sound.

A butler in a black tuxedo was the one who stopped Emile Olivier. At this moment, he was slowly walking towards Emile Olivier.

"Who are you?" Emile Olivier looked at the guy in front of him doubtfully,

In his memory, he didn't seem to have any interaction with him.

There must be a certain earl butler! Emile Olivier thought to himself.

The unknown butler broke all Emile Olivier's guesses with just one sentence, "Mr. Olivier, I come from the Palais du Inlery!"

Emile Olivier's eyes narrowed, and there was also a surprised expression on his face.

After a while, Emile Olivier, who had recovered, asked again: "Does His Majesty Jérôme Bonaparte have anything to do with me?"

"Your Majesty, let me tell you! The door of the Tuileries Palace will always be open to people like you!" the steward said to Emile Olivier.

"Is this all your Majesty wants to say?" Emile Olivier said to the butler again.

“His Majesty also said that he is looking forward to his next meeting with you!

If you are willing, he will meet with you alone after the meeting tomorrow afternoon! "The butler continued to say something to Emile Olivier.

"Please tell Emperor Jérôme Bonaparte that I...I am also looking forward to meeting him!"

Somehow, what Emile Olivier originally wanted to refuse turned into wanting to meet him.

"I will tell you!" the butler replied to Emile Olivier.

Then, the butler handed Emile Olivier a bunch of keys.

"This is..." Emile Olivier glanced at the key doubtfully, and then turned his attention to the butler.

"Your Majesty asked me to leave this to you! He said that a talented person like you should have a residence of his own in Paris.

Consider this residence a gift from him to you! "The steward said to Emile Olivier.

"I..." Emile Olivier wanted to reject Jérôme Bonaparte's "sugar-coated bullets".

"If Emile Olivier is really sorry, then this mansion will be rented to you!

You only need to pay rent of 500 francs per year, and that's it! Before Emile Olivier could ask the butler, he then said to Emile Olivier, "Mr. Olivier, even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your wife!" "

After hearing these words, Emile Olivier couldn't help but reveal a wry smile. He took the butler's key and said to the butler in a low tone: "I would like to express my gratitude to His Majesty!"

"I will convey it to Your Majesty!" The butler smiled and nodded and said to Emile Oliviers, "Mr. Olivier, the location of the residence is on the Place des Vosges... I won't disturb you!"

After saying that, the butler left Emile Olivier.

Only Emile Olivier was left standing there quietly. After a while, Emile Olivier came back to his senses. He glanced at the key in his hand, and then continued to move towards Apartment forward.

When Emile Olivier returned to the apartment, a scent of fragrance hit his face. Emile Olivier followed the scent towards the kitchen, and then saw his young wife Marie-Thérèse Olivier. Livier is cooking for Emile Olivier in the kitchen.

Marie-Thérèse Olivier, who heard the noise outside, turned around and looked over. She saw Emile Olivier standing at the door of the kitchen.

"You're back!" Marie-Thérèse Olivier quickly came to Emile Olivier and ran into Emile Olivier's arms like a bird clinging to someone.

"Yes!" Emile Olivier held Marie-Thérèse Olivier in one hand, and gently stroked her slightly naturally curly hair with the other hand, his eyes full of love.

After a brief moment of tenderness, Marie-Thérèse Olivier raised her head again and asked Emile Olivier about the invitation.

She was worried whether this invitation would take Emile Olivier away from her like it did six years ago.

[ps: Six years ago, Emile Olivier was arrested in the Var Province because he opposed Jérôme Bonaparte's proclaimed emperor.

It was not until after the initial victory in the Crimean War that Emile Olivier was pardoned by the empire. 】

"The invitation is just for the recipient to come and meet His Majesty. It has no other meaning!" Emile Olivier said lightly.

"Really?" Marie-Thérèse Olivier still didn't believe it. "His Majesty, did you really just ask for a meeting?

I heard from others that His Majesty the Emperor is preparing to use the army to maintain law and order as he did a few years ago..."

Marie-Thérèse Olivier talked endlessly about the gossip she got from others.

Emile Olivier frowned after hearing this and asked in a serious tone, "Where did you hear these gossips from?"

"Others told me this!" Marie-Thérèse Olivier said aggrievedly to Emile Olivier, "I am also worried about you!"

Looking at his wife in front of him, Emile Olivier could only say to her in soft words, "His Majesty the Emperor has promised not to carry out large-scale liquidation, so there is no need for an army!

Even if the army does enter Paris, as a representative of the legislative group, I naturally enjoy immunity! They can't do anything to me! "

"Six years ago, you were still a member of the National Assembly! Why don't those people put you in jail anyway!" Marie-Thérèse Olivier retorted to Emile Olivier.

"It's different now! The Legislative Council is a public opinion institution established by the emperor himself. I believe he will never slap himself in the face!" Emile Olivier explained to Marie-Thérèse Olivier road.

"Really?" Marie-Thérèse Olivier was doubtful.

"Really!" Emile Olivier said to Marie-Thérèse Olivier with a firm tone.

Then, Emile Olivier took out a bunch of keys, and he told Marie-Thérèse Olivier: Soon, they can leave this place and move to other mansions!

The area of ​​that mansion will definitely be much larger than the current apartments!

“That month’s rent must be quite a lot!” Marie-Thérèse Olivier was a little worried about the rent issue, “Otherwise, we’d better forget it!

You have just become a representative, and there is still a lot to spend. We cannot waste it like this! "

[PS: The maximum salary for a senator in the legislative group is 30,000 francs per year, and that of a state councilor is 25,000 francs per month. Not only do representatives of the legislative group not have a penny, but they also have to pay for publicity expenses. 】

Thinking that Marie-Thérèse Olivier had not enjoyed it once after following him for several years, Emile Olivier couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He said to Emile Olivier firmly: "Don't worry. ! We all have it!

And this room doesn’t cost us much, it’s even cheaper than the house we live in now. "

"Really?" Marie-Thérèse Olivier did not believe that there was a cheaper house than this one. This was already the most cost-effective house she had found. "Then why is the owner of the house willing to rent it to you!"

“The owner of the house is a friend of mine!” Emile Olivier said to Marie-Thérèse Olivier. “We just happened to meet, and he happened to want to rent the house!

After two visits, he rented the house to us! Originally he was not planning to ask for our money! "

"Then you have to thank him properly!"