Make France Great Again

After nearly an hour of banquet, Foreign Minister De Ruys, who had drunk half a bottle of wine, stumbled out of the Tuileries Palace with the support of the attendants of the Tuileries Palace, walked down the steps, and lay down at home in Gerald. In the double-bridge carriage specially prepared for him by M. Bonaparte.

The carriage accelerated slowly, and De Luys, whose nerve center was sluggish due to excessive drinking, leaned against the carriage and looked at the empty carriage with blurred eyes, muttering: "This is our monarch!"

It can be seen that De Luys himself is still quite complaining about Jerome Bonaparte's transfer from the position of Foreign Minister.

Who told him that De Ruys's relationship with the emperor was far less close than that of Valewski! Walewski has made such a great contribution in the Near East, so his position must be moved.

As Foreign Minister, he is naturally a very suitable position!

Of course, even the drunken De Ruys only dared to complain about these words in his heart.

As the Minister of Foreign Affairs, De Ruys is still very clear about the iron fist of the emperor living in the Tuileries Palace. Just look at the Orthodox and Orleans nobles who have recently left Paris. In the city, I don’t know how many bloody storms have been carried out secretly.

The director of the National Intelligence Service, Marcel Jerug, and the emperor's aide-de-camp, Edgar Ney, who were hidden behind the emperor's backstage, were the emperor's two sharpest knives in supervising the French political arena and the military.

De Luys himself did not want to be targeted by the mysterious National Intelligence Service, but he heard some rumors that if anyone was targeted by the National Intelligence Service, he would not be far from death.

Although De Ruys sneered at such exaggerations, there were times when he had to be careful.

However, De Ruys did not yet know that a certain servant in his family was an informant placed by the National Intelligence Service around him to report his every move to the Tuileries Palace. Everything about him was in Jérôme. .under Bonaparte's control.

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The carriage accelerated and soon arrived at the home of Minister De Ruys. The driver sitting at the front of the carriage driving the carriage shouted to De Ruys in the car: "Your Excellency, we are home!"

After hearing the driver's call, Minister De Luys opened his eyes in a hazy state, and then slowly put his head against the glass window, and saw an apartment outside the window through the glass window.

"Well! We're home!" A silly smile appeared on De Luys's face, and then he staggered open the door of the carriage, raised his foot and missed the step, falling down and falling to the ground.

The conductor sitting at the front of the car was shocked when he saw Minister De Ruys fall to the ground. He quickly jumped out of the driver's seat and came to Minister De Ruys to help him. He got up, and then asked Minister De Luys if he was injured.

"No... nothing! I just didn't... hiccup... accidentally!" Minister De Luys, who smelled of alcohol, responded intermittently to the driver.

"You're like this! You said it's okay!" The driver helped De Ruys to the steps and sat down. Then he came to De Ruys' apartment and knocked on the door of De Ruys' mansion. .

The door was opened by a servant from the mansion. He looked at the driver in front of him with a puzzled expression.

The driver told the servants about Minister De Luys being drunk. Upon seeing this, the servants hurriedly ran to Minister De Luys, helped him into the mansion, and thanked the driver. .

The coachman who watched De Ruys enter the palace returned to the Tuileries Palace, and happened to meet Mokar who was returning to the Tuileries Palace from outside, so the coachman De Ruys muttered about this matter in the carriage. Told Mokar.

"Okay! I know!" Mokar nodded to the driver calmly, and then added: "Don't tell anyone else about this!"

"Master Steward, please rest assured!" The driver nodded and bowed his head and replied to Mokar.

He knew that the basic principle to keep his job was to talk less and do more. Anyone who didn't understand this principle would sooner or later become a corpse on the Seine.

Furthermore, the king and queen were friendly enough to them, and he naturally knew what to say and what not to say!

"Okay! Go to Taylor to get the reward you deserve!" Mokar nodded with satisfaction and responded to the driver.

"Thank you, steward!" The driver thanked Mokar after hearing this.

Looking at the driver who gradually disappeared into the night, Mokar's face revealed a smile. He turned around and entered the Tuileries Palace, and once again knocked on the door of Jérôme Bonaparte's study.

"Come in!" Jérôme Bonaparte in the study said to Mokar outside the door while sorting out the documents.

Mokar entered Jerome Bonaparte's room and respectfully said to Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest!"

"Wait a little longer!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to Mokar, and then he asked again: "By the way! How are the affairs of the newspaper office being handled?"

"Please rest assured, I have already sent my greetings to all newspapers in Paris! Early tomorrow morning, the front pages of all Paris newspapers will announce that the imperial army fought a fierce battle with the Russian Empire at the Silistra Fortress and defeated the Russian Empire. This thing!" De Ruyce reported to Jérôme Bonaparte.

"Very good!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, and then placed a stack of documents in Mokar's hands: "Give these to the secretary's office, and let the secretary's office forward them to various departments!"

"Yes!" Mokar, who took the heavy document, responded to Jérôme Bonaparte.

"Yawn!" After finishing his official duties, Jerome Bonaparte suddenly felt sleepy. "I'm going to bed first! You should also rest early!"

"yes!"

Mokar watched Jérôme Bonaparte leave the study, and then turned to look at the candles that were about to burn out and the sky that was about to dawn outside the window.

"Forget it!" Mokar sighed and said to himself, and left the room after blowing out all the candles.

The room was once again plunged into darkness.

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Early the next morning, the sound of newsboys selling newspapers was heard on the streets of Paris.

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! The latest "Observer" reports that the British and French forces killed tens of thousands of Russian invaders at the Silistra Fortress. The Russian invaders fled north in a hurry... Nicholas I may die soon..."

After the Parisian citizens on the street heard the war report dictated by the newsboy, their first reaction was that they did not want to believe it. They stopped the newsboy: "Wait a minute!"

"Sir, would you like another newspaper? The latest Observer!" the newsboy stopped and asked the Paris citizen who stopped him.

"Who gave you these words!"

“The gentleman in the newspaper office told me that if I sell newspapers this way, more people will buy them!”

"Then do you know what the newspaper is talking about?"

"Of course! Our army defeated the Russian Empire, just like the original emperor defeated the Russian Empire!"

"Then what will happen after you know the emperor?"

"Sir, how do I know so much! I am just a newspaper seller. Do you still want to buy the newspaper? If you don't buy it, then I will leave!"

"If the content in the newspaper is true, then I will definitely buy it!"

"I'll give you a copy and see for yourself!"

The newsboy handed a newspaper to a gentleman. The gentleman who took the newspaper looked at the contents of the newspaper. The surrounding gentlemen also came to him and wanted to watch with him.

The gentleman hurriedly covered the contents of the newspaper and told them that he wanted to watch him buy it, and then said half-jokingly: "Don't say I didn't take care of your business! These are your customers!"

"Sir, do you need a newspaper? I have the Observer, Bonaparte, and Reuters..." the newspaper seller introduced to the gentlemen present with every detail.

The gentlemen bought a newspaper from the newsboy, who handed it to them with a smile.

"Give me one too!" A man wearing a black coat and a top hat appeared in front of the newsboy. After seeing the young man, several gentlemen around him showed their unwillingness to communicate with him. expression.

"Yeah! Okay!" The newsboy nodded and handed the newspaper to the young man in front of him. The young man took out a silver coin with a face value of one franc and handed it to him and said to the newsboy: "No need to look for the rest!"

"You are such a generous gentleman!" The newsboy expressed his gratitude to the young man in front of him.

After the newsboy left, several gentlemen around him began to imitate the young man in front of them in a sinister manner: "Mr. Rastignac, you are such a good man! Hahahaha... This is the funniest joke I have ever heard. , a guy who only knows how to flatter others, becomes a good person... I'm afraid your master has already forgotten you!"

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The person who was ridiculed by the gentlemen was Rastignac who entered Jérôme Bonaparte with an article and thus entered the upper class with half a foot like Thiers.

It's just that Rastignac's luck seemed to have run out after he squeezed half of his body into the upper class. Now he still works as a clerk in a department under the secretary's office, and his annual salary is only about 3,000 francs.

This is far from Rastignac's own ambitions, but he himself is not disappointed, but still works according to the rules and looks forward to an opportunity.

Faced with the ridicule of the gentlemen, Rastignac just frowned and said disdainfully: "The eagle sometimes flies lower than the chicken, but the chicken can never become an eagle!"

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