Make France Great Again

"Where else can we go? Of course, we're going to build momentum for our Prince!"

Mathilde, who was sitting in front of Jerome Bonaparte, got up and stared at Jerome Bonaparte, her eyes were full of love and relief, and her slender, pale fingers in the depths of her body moved Jerome Bonaparte. The blond hair hanging on his forehead brushed aside.

Jerome Bonaparte stood in front of Princess Mathilde obediently and watched her. For the woman in front of him who served as a double responsibility of a sister and a mother in the family, his heart was only grateful.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. Mathilde and Jerome Bonaparte, sister and brother, looked at each other, and they both saw concern in each other's eyes.

After a while, Mathilde came back to her senses. Her face was slightly flushed. Jerome Bonaparte looked at the shy sister in front of her and couldn't help laughing.

As for the "naughty" brother who dared to make fun of her, Mathilde immediately tapped Jerome Bonaparte on the head with the ivory fan in her right hand, and said angrily: "Don't hurry up! The party is about to start. Now! If you are late, everyone's eyes will be on our noble Prince Bonaparte, and our Prince Bonaparte doesn't know if he can still laugh like he does now!"

Mathilde's slightly yin and yang tone obviously did not cause any harm to Jerome Bonaparte, he shrugged, showing an indifferent expression: "Anyway, it is you who are invited to the party, I will go or not. There's nothing wrong with it!"

"Why do you think I'm going to the party!" Mathilde's ivory fan lightly poked Jerome Bonaparte's chest a few times, showing an expression of hating iron and steel: "It's not to promote you. Build momentum! You have to go today, and you have to go if you don't!"

Mathilde's "domineering" declaration successfully made Jerome Bonaparte raise his hand to "surrender".

"Good! Good! Good! I'll listen to you, let's go!" Jerome Bonaparte could only endure the fatigue of the journey and obey Mathilde's arrangement.

"I'm waiting for you outside, don't make me wait too long!"

Having said that, Mathilde quickly left Jerome Bonaparte's room.

Once again, Jerome Bonaparte was alone in the room.

"Ugh!"

After Jerome Bonaparte sighed alone, he had to open the suitcase.

The clothes that were originally worn in Marseille were folded and neatly placed in the box.

The black corset and trousers were put back on his body, and the black military boots placed on the head of the bed were also put on his feet. Jerome Bonaparte, who was standing by the mirror, was still so heroic, he was satisfied Nodding, he left the room again.

At this moment, Mathilde outside the room paced back and forth in the corridor while watching the time on the pocket watch.

There is not much time left until the opening of the party.

"Let's go!" Jerome Bonaparte's flat voice reached Mathilde's ears.

"How can you..." Just when Mathilde was about to reprimand Jerome Bonaparte, she was shocked by Jerome Bonaparte's current image.

In a trance, the image of Jerome Bonaparte seemed to merge with that of his uncle.

"Okay, my dear sister Mathilde, I have already packed up and can go now!" Jerome Bonaparte reminded Mathilde again.

"Yeah! Alright!" Mathilde came back to her senses instantly, and extended her hand to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Huh?" Jerome Bonaparte looked at his sister suspiciously.

Facing the bewildered Jerome Bonaparte, Mathilde once again showed an expression of shame and anger. She stomped her feet and retracted her outstretched hand: "If you don't want to, forget it!"

Jerome Bonaparte looked at the elder sister in front of her with tears in her eyes, then bowed slightly and stretched out her hand to grab Princess Mathilde's hand.

The siblings soon got into the carriage, and the carriage went up to the second floor. Bonaparte and his sister Mathilde asked the host of the party.

"Sister, who organized this party?" Jerome Bonaparte, who lightly grabbed Mathilde's palm with one hand, asked Mathilde Mathilde.

"Baron Achille Fuld!" Mathilde responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

It's him!

Jerome Bonaparte instantly recalled Achille Fuld, a figure who ran through the history of the Second Republic and the Second Empire.

If Eugène Rouet is the representative pen of the empire, then Ahir Fuld is undoubtedly the money bag that represents the empire.

In the end, Arhir Fuld's life can be described as a winner in life. Born in Paris, a big banker, Arhill Fuld fought a **** road in Paris with his extraordinary courage and strategy when he was young One of the shareholders of Banque de France.

In his middle age, he faced the biggest crisis in history, the June Revolution. After the revolution was suppressed by Cavaignac, and then his cousin came up, he took refuge in his cousin to serve as the French Minister of Finance.

Although there have been several experiences of parting ways, each time he will regain the trust of his cousin to take the position of Finance Minister or Minister of State. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

It can be said that the whole Bonapartist is second only to Rouet.

Of course, what Jerome Bonaparte was more curious about was why Baron Achille Fould took a fancy to the Bonaparte family at this time.

It stands to reason that Baron Fuld's bet should not be made after the election.

"Sister, how did you know Baron Fuld?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Mathilde again.

Mathilde gave Jerome Bonaparte a proud look and said, "As nobles, how could we take the initiative to get acquainted with Israelis in France? It was Baron Foulder who took the initiative to invite us."

"So it is!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and responded to Mathilde.

"Also!" Mathilde's expression instantly became very serious, in order to prevent Jerome Bonaparte from "going astray", Mathilde reminded: "Brother, you have to remember! We are not with them. All the way people, even if they really want to cooperate with them, they are only at the stage of mutual use. Those guys who can betray uncle without hesitation at the beginning will also betray us without hesitation!"

"I know!"

No one is more aware of the dangers of these financial class bankers than Jerome Bonaparte. The Gaut bankers entrenched in the Banque de France can abandon their uncles and cousins ​​without hesitation. When you fail, don't hesitate to give up on yourself.

Finance is a magic wand that can turn a stone into gold. The magic wand is the safest only when it is controlled by one's own hands.

Now I don't have the right to clean up the magic wand, so let those guys temporarily take charge of it instead of me.

Sooner or later, he will take it back.