Make France Great Again

Looking at the Count of Fallou who left in a hurry through the study window, Jerome Bonaparte knew that the deal with the Catholic right had been a success.

There is no party in Paris that offers more lucrative conditions to the clericalists than Jerome Bonaparte, or someone who has the ability to compete with Jerome Bonaparte (such as Cavaignac). , unwilling to negotiate terms with them. Guys who do not have the ability to enter the finals of the election (for example: Thiers, Morais, etc.), even if the conditions are generous, they are nothing but flowers in the mirror.

Not to mention that Count Lu is a stubborn member of the monarchist faction and the clerical rightist, and it would be foolish to expect him to make peace with an extreme republican.

Jerome Bonaparte, who was sure in his heart that Count Fallou would agree to his conditions, showed a confident smile.

Although he has only just returned to Paris for two days, he has already won the support of other forces besides his own small peasant base. Some of them are the moderate republican faction headed by Victor Hugo. Their base is the desire of the whole Paris. The other part of the petty bourgeoisie, which guarantees its own private property, represents the power of the Catholic Right, headed by the Count of Fallou. Part of them comes from Brittany, and the other part is Provence.

The situation of the election cannot be said to be without progress.

Under such a good situation, Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed.

After all, he is about to become the first person in history to become the president of France at the age of 26. In the past and future of France, there has never been a ruler of the Republic less than 30 years old.

Jerome Bonaparte, who closed his eyes and danced gently, fell into a brief narcissism.

However, Jerome Bonaparte's intoxication did not last long when Eugène Rouet's cry broke.

"His Royal Highness..." Eugène Rouet broke into Jerome Bonaparte's study, swallowed and said intermittently, "Cavaignac, Cavaignac..."

"What happened to Cavaignac?" Jerome Bonaparte opened his eyes instantly and asked with a stern expression, sober from his narcissism.

"Cavaignac is downstairs! He said he wanted to see you!" Eugène Rouet said everything in one breath.

"Huh?" A hint of surprise flashed in Jerome Bonaparte's eyes. He didn't understand why Cavaignac, the dictator, didn't enjoy his last dictatorial time in the Elysee Palace. Maybe he wants to persuade himself not to participate in the election!

"Tsk tsk tsk! The **** of plague is coming!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and stood with his hands behind his back, sighing with emotion.

"To see or not to see?" Eugene Rouet asked Jerome Bonaparte. Only the leader can decide on this kind of thing. Anyone who decides on behalf of the leader will only make things worse.

"Do we have any other choice now?" Jerome Bonaparte shrugged and replied in a calm tone, "Then let Mr. Ruling come in! Don't make him wait too long!"

"Yes!" After Eugène Rouet responded, he turned and left Jerome Bonaparte's study.

In order to cope with the arrival of Cavaignac, Jerome Bonaparte had to call Fleury to his side and tell him to make a good pot of tea to serve Cavaignac.

After taking the order, Fleury ran into Cavaignac who was introduced to the second floor by Eugène Ruby as soon as he left the door.

Cavaignac, who wore a black military uniform on the upper body and red corset trousers on the lower body, with a yellow ribbon around his waist, looked at Fleury in surprise and said, "Fleury, I didn't expect you to come here?"

"You know each other?" Jerome Bonaparte looked at Fleury's back one second and Cavaignac the next.

"Yeah!" Cavaignac nodded and responded solemnly and indifferently: "I once fought with Major Fleury in Algiers!"

Major? Sure enough, my cousin randomly added official titles to his cronies.

Jerome Bonaparte silently complained in his heart.

Although he said that he understood his dead cousin's behavior of writing bad checks at will, but he was dissatisfied with the fact that he had to cash some of his cousin's bad checks.

Even he didn't know how many bad checks his cousin sent out.

"Your Highness, I..." Fleury wanted to explain something, but Jerome Bonaparte waved his hand and said, "Let's do business!"

Fleury went to prepare tea, and Eugène Rouet brought Cavaignac to Jerome Bonaparte.

Jerome Bonaparte and Cavaignac sat face to face on the sofa without saying a word, and after looking at each other for a long time, Jerome finally couldn't help saying: "Mr. Governing, I don't know what you think of your visit to the humble house. !"

"To be honest, Prince Jerome Bonaparte, I don't like you very much! I should have thrown you into prison!" Cavaignac said in a cold tone with a hint of hostility~www.readwn.com~Caffin Jacques' naked hostility did not usher in a tit-for-tat confrontation with Jérôme Bonaparte, who said with a smile: "Cavaignac is in power, and as a political figure, we cannot put our dislikes and likes above the republic. Whether you like me or not, as long as I don't violate the Constitution of the Republic, you have no power to arrest me!"

"Humph!" Cavaignac still snorted coldly, he was obviously dissatisfied with Jerome Bonaparte's rigid and almost official response.

Seeing this, Jerome Bonaparte put away his smile, his expression also became extraordinarily indifferent, and said with a look of refusing others thousands of miles away: "Mr. Governor, if you are here just to express your dissatisfaction, I think you can do it secretly at home by yourself! Curse or pray to God! It's your right!"

Jérôme Bonaparte's yin and yang anger made Cavaignac feel very uncomfortable. He adjusted his mood and said, "I hope you can join my cabinet. The Republic needs someone like you!"

Jerome Bonaparte showed an expression of astonishment. He never thought that Cavaignac, who was incompatible with him, would invite him to join him one day.

This is the treatment that his cousin in the "previous life" did not get.

"It depends on what position Cavaignac can provide me!" Jerome Bonaparte responded frivolously.

After thinking for a moment, Cavaignac responded: "How about Minister of Public Works? I think this position is very suitable for you!"

Mastering the power of national public works expenditure means mastering the key to a national oil depot, and the cost of Cavaignac is not too big.

"What do you need me to do?"