Chapter 89： Facing Thiers

"Your Majesty, I guess it must be Cavaignac's ghost!" Pessini vowed: "Only he can drive those **** bureaucrats to attack us!"

"My friend, please don't speak in this tone!" Jerome Bonaparte raised his hand to stop Pessini from complaining: "In the end, those guys are just poor people loyal to the system! Every year The salary is less than 4,000 francs, and I have to face the accusation of my boss!"

Compared with other industries, the French clerk in the 19th century was indeed a decent job, but it was only decent. The annual salary of the grassroots bureaucrats sitting in the Paris office was only about 1300-3800 francs. The skilled workers of the same period The annual salary is also 2,500 francs, and the annual income balance of French farmers is 1,500-2,000 francs. This means that if the French grassroots bureaucracy does not have some extra income, it will be difficult for him to support a family and extort some people from other provinces to earn extra money. The unspoken rules of grassroots bureaucrats.

"But..." Pessini also knew that now was not the time to complain, but he didn't have any good options right now.

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

"Since the incident has happened, we have to deal with him as soon as possible!" Jerome Bonaparte asked Persini curiously, "By the way, which newspaper did we cooperate with before?"

"The giant of the Paris newspaper industry, Havas News Agency!" Pessini said cautiously: "Actually, the boss of Havas News Agency was not willing to cooperate with us at first, and it was Baron Ahir Fuld who dealt with it. We work together!"

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

"Hawass News Agency provides us with news about overseas political sectors, which will then be distributed by our newspaper!" Pessini responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

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

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

"This shows that people don't have confidence in us!" Jerome Bonaparte waved his hands indifferently and said: "It seems that our old Mr. Hawass thought his investment was not worthwhile, so he did not resist the pressure to withdraw ahead of schedule. already."

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

"Since people want to draw a clear line with us, why do we have to 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 I want you to limit the newspaper to about 5 centimes!"

"His Royal Highness, if we do this, we will lose money!" Pessini's face changed slightly, and he explained to Jerome Bonaparte: "The cost of printing and publishing a newspaper costs about 4-5 centimes. If 5 centimes are sold, we can only lose money in it!"

"Secretary-General Pesini!" Jerome Bonaparte said in a serious tone: "What we have to do now is to spread our fame as soon as possible. We can earn more if we run out of francs. There is only one chance!"

Pesini, who took the bill, understood what Jerome Bonaparte meant: "I see!"

"I'll take care of Cavaignac's matter! You just need to take care of the newspaper office first! Also, don't let the son of a **** under Cavaignac grab our handle!" Jerome Bonaparte said said 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 am going to visit M. Thiers!" said Jerome Bonaparte to Eugène Rouet.

"Do you need me to accompany you!" Eugène Roue responded immediately.

Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and said, "No need! I'll visit by myself! Just stay here!"

"Yes!"

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On September 5, 1848, Paris was exceptionally cool.

M. Thiers, one of the giants of the Party of Order, added a coat to his thin inner lining early in the morning.

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

The burning of the fire of ambition hidden in the body gave Thiers exuberant energy.

"Monsieur, Jerome Bonaparte, please!"

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

Has it finally come?

Thiers, who was a dwarf and tall, showed a treacherous smile at the corners of his mouth. He thought that the crappy prince would be able to support him for a long time.

The originally vigilant heart was once again relieved by the visit of Jerome Bonaparte. UU Reading

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

"Then let Mr. Jerome Bonaparte come in!" Thiers couldn't help showing a hint of pride.

The servant led Jerome Bonaparte to the parlour where Thiers received.

Jerome Bonaparte finally saw the true face of Thiers.

It's even uglier than the photo!

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

"Mr. Bonaparte, don't you know why you came to me?" Thiers' treacherous face showed a surprised expression. He seemed to be surprised by the arrival of Jerome Bonaparte.

"Mr. Thiers, I hope you and your party can help me run for president!" Jerome Bonaparte pretended to stammer in his amusing Tuscan accent.

Tuscan hillbilly!

Thiers despised Jérôme Bonaparte again in his heart, and he still had a surprised expression on his face: "Mr. Bonaparte, the election for the presidency can only be chosen by all the people, and we don't have this option. that power!"

"Well! Vote! Unexpectedly, M. 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 that belong to all the voters of the republic being erased by some people for inexplicable reasons!" Jerome Bonaparte said with emphasis.

"Who . . . would do such a thing!" Thiers responded by shouting to catch the thief, looking like a funny clown: "Monsieur Bonaparte, you should raise this matter in the National Assembly, not with me. Discuss here!"