"Your Majesty, I guess this must be Cavaignac's fault!" Pesini said confidently: "Only he can drive those damn bureaucrats to take action against us!"
"My friend, please don't speak in this tone!" Jérôme Bonaparte raised his hand to stop Pesini's complaint: "In the final analysis, those guys are just poor people loyal to the system! Every year
My salary is less than 4,000 francs, and I still have to face criticism from my boss!”
Compared with other industries, French clerkships in the 19th century did have a decent job, but it was only decent. The annual salary of low-level bureaucrats sitting in Paris offices was only about 1,300-3,800 francs. Skilled workers in the same period
The annual salary is also 2,500 francs, and French farmers have an annual income balance of 1,500-2,000 francs. This means that if the French grassroots bureaucrats do not have some extra income, it will be difficult for them to support a family. Blackmailing some people from other provinces to earn extra money becomes a
The hidden rules of grassroots bureaucrats.
"But..." Pesini also knew that now was not the time to complain, but he had no good solution at the moment.
After all, the person sitting on the highest throne of power in France is Cavaignac, not Jerome Bonaparte.
"Now that something has happened, we must deal with him as soon as possible!" Jérôme Bonaparte curiously asked Pesini: "By the way, which newspaper company we cooperated with before?"
"The giant of the Paris newspaper industry, Havas News Agency!" Pesini said cautiously: "Actually, the boss of Havas News Agency was not willing to cooperate with us at the beginning. It was Baron Achille Fuld who tried to deal with it, so they finally cooperated with us.
We work together!"
"It's them!" Jérôme Bonaparte instantly "recalled" the Havas News Agency, but what he didn't expect was that as one of the four major newspapers that would monopolize world news in the future, the Havas News Agency
It appeared so early: "What is the content of our cooperation with Havas News Agency?"
"The Havas news agency provides us with news on overseas political topics, which are then published by our newspaper!" Pesini responded to Jérôme Bonaparte.
"This is naked robbery!" Jérôme Bonaparte pointed at Pesini in an exaggerated tone.
"Your Highness, our cooperation has been terminated!" Pesini tried to explain.
"This shows that people have no confidence in us!" Jérôme Bonaparte waved his hand nonchalantly and said: "It seems that our old Mr. Havas thought that his investment was not worthwhile, so he did not resist the pressure and withdraw early.
Already."
"Your Highness, then let's..." Pesini asked again.
"Since they want to draw a clear line with us, why should we follow them!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled and took out a note worth 100,000 francs and said: "This is 100,000 francs from the Bank of Milan. I
I want you to keep the newspaper to around 5 centimes!”
"Your Highness, if we do this, we will lose money!" Pesini's face changed slightly, and he explained to Jérôme Bonaparte: "The cost of a newspaper from printing to publishing costs about 4-5 centimes.
If it is sold for 5 centimes, we can only lose money in it!"
"Secretary-General Pesini!" Jérôme Bonaparte said in a serious tone: "What we have to do now is to spread our reputation as soon as possible. If the franc is gone, we can make more money. There is only one chance!"
Pesini, who took the note, understood what Jérôme Bonaparte meant: "I know!"
"I will take care of the matter regarding Cavaignac! Just take care of the newspaper office first! Also, don't let the bastards under Cavaignac catch us!" Jérôme Bonaparte's expression
He warned sternly.
"I will be careful!"
Pesini, who had no other questions for the time being, left the conference hall.
Only Jérôme Bonaparte and Eugène Rouet were left at the scene.
"Tomorrow I am going to visit M. Thiers!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to Eugène Rouet.
"Do you need me to accompany you?" Eugène Rouet responded immediately.
Jérôme Bonaparte shook his head and said: "No need! I will visit by myself! Just stay here!"
"yes!"
…
September 5, 1848, was a particularly cool day in Paris.
Mr. Thiers, one of the giants of the Party of Order, put on a coat over his thin inner lining early in the morning.
Although the weather has turned slightly cooler, our Mr. Thiers' heart is still like a fire.
The burning fire of ambition hidden in his body gave Thiers great energy.
"Sir, Jérôme Bonaparte would like to see you!"
The servant in charge reported to Thiers the news of Jérôme Bonaparte's visit.
Is it finally here?
Thiers, who was as tall as a dwarf, had a sly smile on his face. He thought that the poor prince would be able to hold on for a long time, but he didn't expect that he would surrender in less than two days.
The originally vigilant heart relaxed again due to Jérôme Bonaparte's visit.
A guy who relies on the shadow of his father’s generation is nothing to be afraid of!
"Then please invite Senator Jérôme Bonaparte to come in!" Thiers couldn't help showing a hint of pride.
The servants led Jérôme Bonaparte to the living room where Thiers received him.
Jérôme Bonaparte finally saw Thiers' true face.
Even uglier than the photo!
This was Jérôme Bonaparte's first thought when he saw Thiers.
"Mr. Bonaparte, don't you know why you came to me?" Thiers' cunning face showed a surprised expression, and 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!" Jérôme Bonaparte pretended to stutter and said in his ridiculous Tuscan accent.
Tuscan country bumpkins!
Thiers once again despised Jérôme Bonaparte in his heart, and still said with a surprised expression on his face: "Mr. Bonaparte, running for president can only be decided by a vote of all the people. We don't have this
that power!"
"Well! Vote! Unexpectedly, Mr. Thiers is also a senior republican!" Jerome Bonaparte praised.
"I have always been a republican!" Thiers, the political chameleon, responded modestly.
"Then as a republican, you will definitely not want to see the votes belonging to all the voters of the republic erased by some people for inexplicable reasons!" Jerome Bonaparte deliberately emphasized his tone.
"Who...who would do such a thing!" Thiers responded to the thief shouting, with an expression like a funny clown: "Mr. Bonaparte, you should raise this matter in the National Assembly, not with me.