Just when the ancient Ottoman Empire was preparing to continue to use delaying tactics to argue with each other on the issue of the Russian Empire, Paris, more than 2,000 kilometers away from Constantinople, was troubled by certain issues.
This kind of worry is different from the worries of the Ottoman Empire's monarchs about the confusing future. Paris is worried about its rapid changes.
In more than a year of the reorganization of the Seine provincial government, narrow roads were renovated and widened; from the Gare de l'Est to the Place de la Concorde, thousands of buildings were purchased at appropriate prices, demolished and rebuilt;
A small half of Paris is shrouded in gray-yellow dust all day long. After the dust disperses, the Louvre Hotel, Paris department stores, elevators, short-lived electric (arc) lamps...many products that can only appear in the industrial era
It seems like it stood in Paris overnight.
In this province of Seine with a history of thousands of years, the legacy of history (old neighborhoods) and new things (new streets) complement each other to build this ancient city. Ancient Paris once again shines with its due charm
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All of this stems from the desire to build a new Paris. This desire prompted the emergence of a change. The person who initiated this change was none other than the "King" Haussmann who lived in the Seine City Hall, and
Standing behind Baron Haussmann was Emperor Jérôme Bonaparte.
Jérôme Bonaparte and his senior officials held a magic wand called infrastructure, and with a flick of their fingers, the narrow streets quickly expanded to three times their original size, and the old suite apartments were transformed into brand-new hotels in the blink of an eye.
,hotel.
However, this magical magic is based on thousands of proletarians hidden under the magic. In other words, it is not the emperor and high-ranking officials who really created the city with their hands, but the workers and masons living in Paris...
…those proletarians hiding in cellars and shivering.
Those workers who had been betrayed by Paris and expelled from Paris were "invited" by the contractors at the construction site to return to Paris and participate in the construction of Paris.
These guys, who are called pioneers of cattle and horses by later generations, are creating Paris with their hands. Whenever it is quiet at night, you can always hear the sparks coming from the distance, and you can hear the sound of pickaxes hitting green trees in your ears.
Brick, they earn a meager salary every day and breathe dust that is harmful to their bodies, but they are unable to leave any space in this city.
The desire for housing not only touched the hearts of Parisian workers, but also touched the heart of the emperor who lived in the Tuileries Palace.
On May 13, 1853, it started to drizzle again in Paris under the temperate maritime climate.
After the dense raindrops broke free from the shackles of the clouds, they were affected by gravity and fell to the ground like joy, as if they were playing a happy movement for the rebirth of the city.
In this haze, a figure walked out of the Palace of Fontainebleau, followed closely by a soldier wearing a light blue military uniform.
The two of them started from the Champs Elysées with umbrellas one behind the other, walked along the Champs Elysées to the end, turned right, and then continued along the newly built Rieval Street.
On this avenue, which is nearly 60 meters wide from side to side, smelling the aroma of earth coming from the environmental belt and feeling the slight moisture from the legs of his trousers, Jérôme Bonaparte couldn't help but quicken his pace and stood beside him.
The adjutant next to him, Edgar Ney, also accelerated his pace.
The two continued walking along Rieval Avenue for nearly 20 minutes. The rain gradually subsided, and the Place du Chatelet and the Paris City Hall at the end of Rieval Avenue appeared in front of them.
The destination of Jérôme Bonaparte's trip was the Paris City Hall.
The emperor, who had walked to the city hall, heard an exclamation from the staff inside the city hall as soon as he stepped into the door of the city hall.
You don't need to think about it to know that they were surprised that the emperor came "unauthorized" without greeting him.
"Hello!" Jérôme Bonaparte greeted the staff in the city hall with a smile, and at the same time pressed his hands to show silence.
After experiencing a brief surprise, the staff in the hall once again returned to the proper order.
Later, Jérôme Bonaparte casually pointed out a lucky clerk to guide him.
The clerk looked at Jérôme Bonaparte excitedly, his mouth trembling, unable to say a word.
The people around him also looked at him with envy and jealousy.
Under the leadership of the clerk, Jerome Bonaparte walked up the stairs and soon reached the highest floor of the Paris City Hall.
Walking along the red carpeted corridor to the end, the sign indicating the office of senior officials was hung on the wall.
"Your Majesty, this is it!" the clerk pointed to the door and said respectfully to Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Thank you very much!" Jérôme Bonaparte nodded and expressed his gratitude to the clerk in front of him.
"No...nothing!" The clerk waved his hand helplessly. In his opinion, this was just a matter of effort.
"Okay! You can go back and continue working!" Jérôme Bonaparte responded to the clerk.
"Yes! Your Majesty!" The clerk hurriedly saluted Jérôme Bonaparte and left.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who was standing at the door of the senior official's office, had a wicked smile on his face. He took a step back and signaled Edgar Ney to knock on the door.
Edgar Ney followed Jerome Bonaparte's order and knocked on the door of a senior Ottoman official. After a while, the voice of a senior Ottoman official came from the door: "Who?"
"Don't tell him!" Jérôme Bonaparte whispered to Brigadier General Edgar Ney beside him.
Looking at the evil emperor, Edgar Ney could only do as he was told: "Your Excellency, there is an important document that requires your signature!"
"Then bring it in!" Osman's voice came out again.
Jérôme Bonaparte motioned to Edgar Ney to wait at the door, while he carefully pushed open the door of the senior official's office without making a sound the whole time.
Looking in through the door, George Haussmann was concentrating on revising something with his head down. Behind him was a panoramic view of Paris. The panoramic view was full of locations marked in red, some of which had already been completed.
Some have been renovated, and some are undergoing or planning to renovate.
"Your Excellency Haussmann, your documents!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to Georges Haussmann in a pinched voice.
"Put it there!" Without raising his head, Osman pointed to the sofa beside him and motioned for Jérôme Bonaparte to put the document on the sofa.
Jérôme Bonaparte tiptoed to George Haussmann's side. Standing on the left, he discovered that in Haussmann's hand was a more detailed drawing of some blocks on the left bank of the Seine. Many blocks were also included.
George Osman marked it in red, which seems to be the area where construction is about to begin.
Just as Jérôme Bonaparte tilted his head to check the contents of the drawing, Osman raised his head and said impatiently: "I'm not asking you to..." In the middle of his words, he suddenly realized that in front of him
This person turned out to be the emperor.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!" The sudden "surprise" made George Osman a little surprised, and even a little frightened. After being frightened, he was glad that he did not say anything inappropriate.
"Hmm!" Jérôme Bonaparte nodded slightly to Haussmann, then pointed at the red mark on the drawing by Haussmann and asked: "Are these the east and west streets that need to be demolished?"
Haussmann stood up quickly and offered his seat to Jerome Bonaparte, who also sat down without ceremony.
"That's right!" Baron Haussmann pointed to the city and replied to Jérôme Bonaparte: "The Saint-Michel district with the Luxembourg Palace as the center is the focus of this transformation!"
"Saint-Michel, Saint-Michel..." Jérôme Bonaparte muttered in a low voice, while tapping his hand rhythmically on the high official's desk.
"Your Majesty... the renovation of the Saint-Michel district will help improve the city appearance of Paris!" George Haussmann said cautiously to Jerome Bonaparte, fearing that Jerome Bonaparte would veto his proposal.
Dealing with the stubborn aldermen in the city council had exhausted him both physically and mentally. If the emperor did not support him, the renovation plan for the Saint-Michel district would be completely aborted.
"How much money do you plan to use to capture these streets!" Jérôme Bonaparte asked George Haussmann, pointing to the red area on the map.
"The City Hall has allocated 40 million francs for the renovation of the Saint-Michel area!" Haussmann quickly responded to Jérôme Bonaparte.
"How is the personnel placement and assets going?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked again.
"The city government plans to send public officials to the areas where construction needs to be started to conduct asset assessments before starting construction! Compensation will be given based on the assets." Baron Osman continued.
"Since you are talking about asset appraisal, how are you going to prevent a series of problems that arise during asset appraisal? For example, the owner of the house raises the price of goods in the house, and the price of the house is levied based on the price of that year.
?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked George Haussmann one by one.
These problems have always been a big problem in Jérôme Bonaparte's previous life, especially the problem of inflated quotations.
So much so that the term "demolishing the second generation" has been derived on the Internet since then.
George Osman opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, and then he could only bite the bullet and respond: "This is my mistake!"
"Without investigation, you have no right to speak! I hope that when you carry out urban renovation, you can know in advance the specific price of the houses that need to be renovated! Otherwise, demolition is likely to drain the government's finances. In order to make up for the losses, the government has to make up for it
The losses will be made up through various taxes, and those who are in charge of urban renewal will also make up for the losses by passing on rents.
By that time, all of Paris will become our biggest opposition!"