The butler who conveyed the news to Cavour left the hotel after Cavour's repeated urging. Cavour, who personally sent the butler to the carriage, ignored his physical fatigue and hurriedly rushed to the few carriages on the street.
Waved.
One of the carriages driving on the left side of the road saw Cavour on the side of the road, quickly reduced its speed, and came to Cavour in a leisurely manner.
Before Cavour could say his destination, the coachman asked Cavour, "Sir, where are you going?"
"Please take me to the nearest train ticket office!" Cavour replied to the coachman, then opened the compartment door and entered the carriage.
After Cavour closed the door completely, the carriage set off again.
Since Paris itself is a city with a population of more than one million people, in order to relieve the pressure on Parisians to buy tickets, Jérôme Bonaparte specially ordered the railway department to set up multiple sales offices in Paris.
The nearest ticket purchase location for Cavour was less than half a league (in old units, 1 league was approximately equal to 4 kilometers), and the coachman quickly sent Cavour to a purchasing agency.
Cavour, who had just stepped off the carriage, took out a silver coin with a face value of one franc from his pocket. The coachman was about to give Cavour change, but he heard Cavour say generously, "You don't need to change the rest of the money!
"
"Thank you! Generous sir!" the coachman said politely, and then asked curiously, "But why does a gentleman like you come here to buy train tickets in person?"
Cavour did not answer the coachman's question truthfully. He shrugged his shoulders and responded to the coachman, "Because my servant and the castle are not in Paris, everything must be done by me myself!!"
"So that's it!"
After carefully observing the coachman, he discovered that Cavour's appearance did not look like that of an orthodox Frenchman, but rather that of France in the southern region. (Some French people in southern France are of Italian origin), but because of Cavour's accent,
He spoke with an authentic Parisian accent, which led to the driver's misjudgment.
"Sir, tell the truth! If you don't observe carefully, you really look like a Parisian!" the coachman praised Cavour.
"Thank you for the compliment!"
Cavour also smiled and replied to the coachman. He understood that the French people living in Paris looked down on the provincials, and the provincials also maintained an inferiority complex in front of the Parisians.
This is why whenever Paris changes its government, provincials always complain that "Paris has brought them a new government."
However, complaints are complaints, and the provinces never dared to disobey Paris' will.
From the perspective of a "pure" Parisian, it is an honor enough for an ordinary provincial to be praised as "the most Parisian" by a "local" in Paris.
“May you have a wonderful holiday in Paris!” The coachman sent his blessings to Cavour, and then winked at him and said, “Believe me! Your trip to Paris will be unforgettable for you!
If you feel lonely in Paris, be sure to go near Place des Vosges, the ladies there will definitely enjoy a tenderness that cannot be enjoyed outside Paris!”
After hearing what the coachman said, Cavour immediately understood the subtext of the coachman's words, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional in his heart.
Unexpectedly, France's economy has reached this point. He (Cavour) remembered that this phenomenon had never happened in the Place des Vosges a few years ago.
"Thank you very much!" Cavour calmly nodded to the coachman to express his gratitude.
After the coachman left, Cavour went straight to the sales point at the train station.
At this time, the conductor inside the sales point was resting with his head on the counter. Seeing this, Cavour could only tap the counter twice with his hand.
The conductor lying on the counter just woke up. He looked at Cavour standing in front of the counter in a hazy state, and said with a trace of impatience in his tone, "Is something wrong?"
"Please give me a train ticket to the town of Fontainebleau!" Cavour said politely to the conductor, and then added, "It is best to leave immediately!"
After hearing Cavour's request, the conductor's originally lazy expression immediately became energetic.
After all, the train ticket from Paris to the town of Fontainebleau is so special. The people who can set off to the town of Fontainebleau during this time are mostly officials of the empire or members related to the royal family.
No matter which one it is, it's not something he can offend now.
"let me see!"
The conductor's tone became extremely respectful, and his hands began to rummage back and forth in the drawer for tickets.
After carefully looking through the remaining train tickets at the ticket office, the conductor finally found the train from Paris to the small town of Fontainebleau.
"Sir, the next train is at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning!" the conductor said to Cavour.
"Are there no trains left today?" Cavour asked in despair.
"What a pity!" the conductor replied to Cavour, shaking his head, "there are only two trains from Paris to Fontainebleau every day.
The last train left about 20 minutes ago!"
"Okay! I want tomorrow's train!" Cavour said to the conductor immediately, and then asked the conductor about the price of the train ticket.
The conductor skillfully reported the prices of train tickets for different seats to Cavour, and Cavour took out francs to buy a train ticket with the highest specifications.
After receiving the bank note with a face value of 20 francs, the conductor immediately handed the train ticket to Cavour.
After receiving the train ticket, Cavour left the train sales point.
…
The next day.
Before the first ray of morning light broke through the mist hanging over Paris, Cavour had already climbed out of bed early.
After briefly washing up, Cavour left the hotel in a horse-drawn carriage.
Only after Cavour arrived at the train station did the sunshine dissipate the fog in Paris.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Standing on the platform, Cavour waited quietly for the arrival of the train. As time passed by, more and more people on the platform
There are more and more of them, and the vast majority of them are travelers from Paris to the northern region. Everyone is wearing a bright coat, and everyone can be seen from their appearance as a person with a small amount of wealth.
Soon, with a deafening whistle in the distance, the train passing Fontainebleau arrived at the train station.
A flight attendant in charge of checking tickets shouted to line up to check the tickets, and everyone consciously lined up and handed the train tickets in their hands to the flight attendant's hands.
The flight attendant who received the tickets did not take a look at the train tickets, but simply looked at their clothes and immediately let them go.
(The anti-counterfeiting system for train tickets in the 19th century was too crude, and the flight attendants could only rely on the ticket holder's clothing to make preliminary judgments.)
Five minutes later, all the passengers were waiting to board the train. When the conductor saw the empty platform, he also got on the train.
A few minutes later, the steam locomotive whistled again, and then slowly drove away from the Paris train station along the track.
…
By the time Cavour got off the train, it was already 10 a.m., and just when Cavour was about to find a hotel for a short rest near the town of Fontainebleau, a familiar stranger appeared in Cavour.
in front of.
This person was Becciu, Jerome Bonaparte's secretary-general.
Since there were not many guests getting off the train from Fontainebleau train station, Bechu, who was waiting for Cavour outside the train station, easily spotted Cavour. He hurriedly ran to Cavour and told him
I said, "Mr. Cavour, you are here!"
"Who are you?" Cavour looked carefully at the shell mound in front of him. He remembered that he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.
"Mr. Cavour, on your Majesty's order, I am here to greet you!" Becciu told Cavour his purpose.
"Your Majesty, how do you know..." Cavour blurted out.
Soon, Cavour realized that it would be difficult to hide his every move from the monarch who controlled Paris.
"Your Majesty, although he is at the Palace of Fontainebleau, Paris's every move cannot escape his sight!" Becciu also said to Cavour.
Then, under the guidance of the shell mound, the carriage carrying Cavour passed through the town of Fontainebleau unimpeded, then passed through the square in front of the Fontainebleau Palace and arrived at the main entrance of the Fontainebleau Palace.
"Mr. Cavour, we are here!" Beqiu stood up, opened the car door and said to Cavour.
Cavour stepped off the carriage and looked at the majestic snow-covered buildings in front of him, and suddenly felt an invisible pressure in his heart.
The kings who live in these majestic buildings will determine the future destiny of the Italian peninsula!
"Mr. Cavour, let's go quickly!"
The voice of the shell came to Cavour's ears again, and Cavour had no choice but to speed up and follow the shell into the palace.
As Cavour and the shell gradually entered the palace, Cavour's mood became heavier.
Finally, Cavour, who had the fate of the Italian peninsula in mind, met Jerome Bonaparte in the reception hall.
As soon as they met Cavour, he immediately bowed to Jérôme Bonaparte and said, "Your Majesty!"
At this time, Jerome Bonaparte did not show any displeasure on his face. He welcomed Cavour's arrival with a warm smile.
"Mr. Cavour, you are finally here!"
Immediately afterwards, Cavour had another lengthy conversation with Jérôme Bonaparte.
During the exchanges between the two parties, Cavour had been carefully testing Jerome Bonaparte's attitude towards the Kingdom of Sardinia moving closer to the Kingdom of Britain.
Although Cavour repeatedly emphasized that the Kingdom of Sardinia was forced to move closer to Britain, he understood his explanation. Not to mention Jerome Bonaparte, even he himself was unwilling to believe it.
Fortunately, Cavour still has an important bargaining chip - Sardinia.
Cavour believed that as long as the French Emperor remained greedy, he would have no problem getting his acquiescence.
