Chapter 725： leave

Just an hour and a half after Jerome Bonaparte and Wallevsky boarded the train to Paris, the Admiralty Dick and Toulon Mayor Jacob arrived at Jerome Bonaparte's residence.

Dick and Jacob, who were led into the living room by the servants in the residence, found that the living room was empty.

Looking at the empty living room, Jacob said nervously to the minister beside him, "Your Majesty Dicko, are we here early! Your Majesty and Minister Warevsky seem to have not woken up yet!"

"It shouldn't be!" Minister Dick frowned and whispered, then turned his head and responded to Jacob: "Then let's wait in the living room for a while!"

"Is this really possible?" Jacob was still a little uneasy.

"What are you afraid of!" Minister Dicko patted Jacob's shoulder and said with relief: "Your Majesty has decided not to investigate the matter of the Maritime Transport Committee!"

"I..." Despite what Minister Dicko said, Jacob swallowed.

The emperor said that he would not pursue Minister Dicko, but he did not say that he would not pursue them.

"Don't worry!" Minister Dick replied to Jacob again: "You came back this time to present a solution to Your Majesty. It is too late for His Majesty to be happy, how can you blame you!"

"Hope it!" Jacob smiled reluctantly.

In order to help Minister Dicko's subordinate shipping committee manage the "mess", their city hall may have to bleed heavily this time.

No way, who made Minister Dicko go to his house last night to have a "friendly" consultation with him.

He was so busy that he couldn't help it.

Minister Dick and Mayor Jacob sat on the sofa and waited for a long time, until the time of the grandfather clock pointed to 9:00, a servant appeared in front of Minister Dick and Jacob.

"Your Excellency Minister, Mayor, please don't wait any longer! Your Majesty and Your Excellency the Minister have already set off!" The servant bowed and reported to Minister Dicko and Mayor Jacob.

"Let's go!" Dick and Jacob looked at each other, and then asked in unison, "Where is your majesty? Why didn't you tell us?"

"His Majesty has already set off to return to Paris, and before proceeding, he also instructed us not to tell anyone before 9 o'clock!" The servant continued to respond to Dick and Jacob.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, is he... angry!" Jacob asked Minister Dicko absentmindedly.

"Fairy Wood"

Now he is very scared, and the mayor, who has not yet warmed up, just flew away.

"It shouldn't be!" Minister Dicko was also a little undecided.

The thinking of His Majesty Emperor Jerome Bonaparte was always so elusive.

"Then... what should we do now?" Jacob asked Minister Dicko again.

"What else can I do!" Minister Dicko reluctantly responded, "Let's go!"

Minister Dicko and Mayor Jacob left the temporary residence of Jérôme Bonaparte.

On the other hand, Jerome Bonaparte, disguised as a couple, and Wallevsky, disguised as a servant, were sitting on the train at the moment, having a pleasant exchange with the old man sitting opposite them.

"Young man, why do you have to squeeze into the third-class compartment?" The old man stared at the young man opposite him (in fact, he was over 30) with his vicissitudes-stricken eyes.

"There seems to be no other reason than lack of money!" Jerome Bonaparte said helplessly, shrugging his shoulders.

"How could a person like you have no money!" The old man shook his head and said to Jerome Bonaparte, "Although I am old, my eyes are not yet spent!"

"Oh!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled with interest, "Do the old people think I am rich?"

"No!" The old man shook his head again and responded solemnly to Jerome Bonaparte: "Ordinary upstarts don't have the temperament like yours!"

"What is that?" Jerome Bonaparte asked curiously.

After taking a careful look, the old man replied to Jerome Bonaparte in an uncertain tone: "You should be a nobleman!"

"It's barely!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded. "It's a pity that the family is in the middle of the pack. Try to save it when you can! How about you, old man?"

"I'm just an ordinary old man too!" The old man also responded sullenly.

"Ordinary old people don't have the same knowledge as you!" Jerome Bonaparte also retorted.

"Learning?" A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth. "It's all absurdly learned when you were young! Apart from being able to use it in chats, it's useless at all!"

"Knowledge isn't like this!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and said, "If you can't sell it with the emperor's family, it can only be used as a capital for boasting!"

"The goods and the emperor's family!" The old man was stunned for a few seconds, then laughed twice, nodded and said, "You are right! If knowledge cannot be appreciated by the monarch, it is really useless.

That's not what Miguel is like! "

"Migne?" Jerome Bonaparte was stunned for a few seconds, he first thought of the inventor of the Mignet rifle, and then realized it was another Mignet: "You're talking about Francois. Auguste Marie Migne?"

"You actually know him?" The old man looked at Jerome Bonaparte with a look of surprise.

"His famous work "The History of the French Revolution", I have a little bit of dabbling!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to the old man.

"How do you think this book is written?" the old man asked Jerome Bonaparte.

"Very good!" Jerome Bonaparte praised, and then said to the old man half-jokingly: "This book became famous and created a Prime Minister of the July Dynasty (referring to Adolphe Thiers, he and Mignet's History of the French Revolution was a stepping stone to high society)."

"Yeah!" The old man also sighed, "A book makes a prime minister of a dynasty!"

"However, it is a pity that this prime minister is not Mignet himself, but Adolphe Thiers!" Jerome Bonaparte replied to the old man.

From Jerome Bonaparte's words, the old man could hear his dissatisfaction with Adolphe Thiers, and he asked curiously, "Why don't you seem to like him?"

"I really don't like mercenary people like Thiers!" Jerome Bonaparte, who sent Thiers down by himself, answered frankly.

"Don't say it's you, there are a few people in the political circles of the July Dynasty who liked him! The romantics regarded him as a traitor, the philosophicalists (mainly Kizuo) wanted to trip him up, and even the son of Equal Philip Some are unacceptable..." The old man's face was full of memories of the past.

"Old man, listen to you, you seem to have experienced those things yourself!" Jerome Bonaparte said the old man with great interest.

"It's all in the past!" The old man shook his head with a wry smile and replied to Jerome Bonaparte, "The famous political chameleon Thiers at the time turned into an ice-cold chameleon. corpse.

Everyone loves power, everyone fears it! "

"Yeah! Every careerist is trying his best to get closer to the center of power!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to the old man.

"From the beginning of the century to the present, our country has gone through three dynasties and a short-lived republic! I don't know how many trials and tribulations we have to go through!" The old man sighed and said to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Why are you so dissatisfied with this age?" Jerome Bonaparte looked at the old man curiously?

"If you are talking about this era, then I can tell you that this is a progressive France that is about to lead the whole of Europe!" The old man responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

Then, the old man continued: "If you want to ask me what I think about the one above, I suspect that you want to send me in!"

"It shouldn't be!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled awkwardly.

"Isn't it?" The old man couldn't help sneering, "Do you know how many political prisoners have been arrested in this period of time?"

Jerome Bonaparte shook his head. He couldn't care about everything after he had been away from France for almost half a year.

"Over 500 people have been deported during this period of time!" The old man said to Jerome Bonaparte, "In this country, you cannot criticize anything! Any criticism means …”

Before the old man could speak, Warevsky interrupted: "Your Majesty, you should have something to eat!"

He was afraid that if the old man continued to speak, Jerome Bonaparte would have serious problems when he went back.

However, the old man in front of him seemed to have seen it somewhere.

"Varissy, I'm not hungry!" Jerome Bonaparte glared at Wallevsky before saying to the old man, "Go on!"

"Forget it!" The old man shook his head and responded to Jerome Bonaparte. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Then, Jerome Bonaparte asked the old man what he thought of the Crimean War.

The old man told Jerome Bonaparte that this war was one of the few things to watch since the Second Empire was founded.

Only the achievements of the Second Reich could not be separated from the assistance of the Petersburg rebels.

Otherwise, even if the Second Empire eliminated its opponents in the Crimea Peninsula, the Russian Empire would not choose to surrender.

France is bound to have a protracted war. At that time, the people of Paris, who cannot bear the pressure of prices, will force Jerome Bonaparte to make peace with the Russian Empire.

"But it's a victory after all, isn't it?" Jerome Bonaparte replied to the old man, pretending to be relaxed.

"Victory?" The old man shook his head and responded to Jerome Bonaparte: "Our Emperor is far from victory, he must fight the war while the people are still immersed in the joy of victory. All the bad consequences will be digested, otherwise, the whole of France will not only face large-scale unemployment, but also the small bank notes distributed by the Bank of France on a large scale will form a trend of backflow.

Once the French credit system goes bankrupt, the empire's victories will come to nothing!

If I were a competitor of the empire, I would use this opportunity to forge small bank notes on a large scale in the market, thereby disrupting the entire market.

By then, the Banque de France would have faced the dilemma they had faced in 1848.

There will be a riot!

"

Speaking of this, the old man clearly felt the dangerous aura emanating from the person sitting opposite him.

Although this feeling was for a moment, the old man was keenly captured by the old man.

Young man, who are you?