Make France Great Again

"Mr. Patterson, thank you very much for spending my twentieth birthday with me!"

After lunch, Marigot bowed respectfully and thanked Jérôme Bonaparte.

"Miss Marigot, I should express my gratitude to you! You solved a difficult problem for me!" Jérôme Bonaparte responded to Marigot with a smile and a nod.

"Your Majesty...Mr. Patterson." Marigot blushed and seemed to muster up the courage to reply to Jerome Bonaparte: "Can you give me a hug before leaving!"

Jérôme Bonaparte was stunned for a few seconds, then he opened his arms and hugged Marigot gently, "Miss Marigot, that's all right!"

"Thank you!" Marigot replied quietly to Jérôme Bonaparte.

The two hugged for about half a minute, and Jérôme Bonaparte let go of Marigot. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time and then responded to Marigot: "It's time for me to go! Miss Marigot." !”

"Thank you very much, sir!" Marigot expressed her gratitude to Jérôme Bonaparte again.

Under Marigot's watch, Jérôme Bonaparte left the room and closed the door thoughtfully for her.

The old woman who had been silent since lunch suddenly asked: "Marigette, my good boy! Tell me, who is he?"

"Just an ordinary friend!" Marigot tried to deal with the old woman.

"Really?" The old woman looked at Marigot with suspicion. She had developed a pair of vicious eyes after living in Paris for decades. She did not believe that the gentleman just now was an ordinary person.

What's more, that gentleman gave her a very familiar feeling, and she always felt as if she had seen this gentleman somewhere before.

"Just leave it alone!" Marigot responded to the old woman with a hint of annoyance.

"Okay, okay! I don't care, I don't care!" The old woman lamented to herself: "Anyway, I'm old and I won't live much longer! Miss, you can do whatever you want!"

"How can you say that!" Upon seeing this, Marigot hurriedly comforted the old woman and said: "Aunt Mary (a affectionate name for the servant), is it really not that I don't want to tell you? It's that Mr. Patterson's identity is too special. !”

"Special!" The old woman immediately thought of the name "Jerome Patterson", and she quickly asked: "Could it be a certain big shot in the Bonaparte family?"

If I don't admit that Your Majesty belongs to the Bonaparte family, Aunt Mary will definitely get to the bottom of it! Marigot thought to herself.

She hesitated for a moment, nodded and responded to the old woman: "Yes! He is from the Bonaparte family! However, he is not a prince!"

"That's right!" the old woman muttered quietly.

"What's wrong?" Marigot asked the old woman curiously.

The old woman told Marigot that Jerome Bonaparte had asked her some questions before she came back.

Marigot hurriedly asked Jérôme Bonaparte what question she had asked her.

The old woman told Marigot exactly what Jérôme Bonaparte asked.

"Ah!" Marigot looked at the old woman in surprise, "Aunt Mary, fortunately you didn't say the wrong thing! Otherwise, I really don't know what to do!"

The old woman also touched her chest and was secretly glad that she did not say anything bad in front of the Bonaparte family.

"Miss, when you invite friends over again in the future! Can you tell me their identities in advance! So I can be prepared!" The old woman complained to Marigot.

"Aunt Mary, I will tell you in advance next time!" Marigot quickly assured the old woman.

After a while, the door of the room knocked again.

Marigot and the old woman were stunned at the same time, and then the old woman looked at Marigot, as if asking Marigot who the guest outside the door was!

Marigot shook her head with a blank look on her face. Apart from inviting the emperor, she didn't invite anyone else today!

"Who is it?" The old woman had no choice but to respond toward the door.

"I am Leopold, a friend of Miss Marigot!" Crown Prince Leopold's voice reached the door.

Marigot's heart suddenly rose to her throat. If His Majesty the Emperor had not left just now, it might not have ended well now.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, why are you here!" Marigot asked the Crown Prince quickly.

"I heard others say that today is your birthday!" Crown Prince Leopold responded to Marigot politely.

"That's right!" Marigot winked at the old woman and asked her to clean up the previous traces as soon as possible, and said to Crown Prince Leopold outside the door in a surprised tone: "I didn't expect that, Your Highness, you actually know my Birthday!"

"Of course!" Leopold, who was standing at the door, had no idea that Marigot was delaying on purpose, and he felt complacent unconsciously. He believed that Marigot would be moved by his actions.

"Please wait a moment!" Marigot responded to Leopold, "I just got up and need to put on makeup!"

"Okay!" Leopold stood at the door and waited quietly for Marigot to open the door.

After about 15 minutes, Marigot opened the door and said, "I kept you waiting!"

Looking at the slightly charming Marigot in front of him, Leopold swallowed subconsciously.

"Please come in!" Marigot invited Leopold to come in.

After Leopold sat down, Marigot responded to Leopold with an annoyed expression: "I didn't know His Highness was coming today, so I didn't prepare in advance!"

"No need to prepare! Let's go out to eat!" Leopold hurriedly replied to Marigot, and then gave Marigot the flowers in his hand.

"Okay!" Marigot nodded and agreed to go out for dinner with Leopold.

However, she didn't know if she could still eat.

After all, I did eat a little too much before.

…

On the other hand, Jérôme Bonaparte, who was walking back to the Tuileries Palace from Marigot's home, was thinking about what the old woman had said before.

The current situation of the empire is just like the structure of a department store, except that this structure is an upside-down department store.

The customers on the first and second floors of the People's Department Store at the top of the pyramid are the three pillars (the army, bankers, and imperial literati) headed by Bonaparte.

The next level of the pyramid is a little famous person like Marigot. Of course, this does not only refer to Marigot. Some famous lawyers and reporters are also among them. In theory, they are the people closest to the upper class. However, only a small number of these people can truly enter the upper class society, and the vast majority of them can only see the scenery of the upper class throughout their lives.

The next level of Mariguete's class are those provincial college students and small accountants who arrived in Paris with dreams. Compared with those of the upper class in appearance, their number is larger, but there are few among them. Being able to truly step into the upper echelons.

Only turmoil can allow them to complete the class jump (some of the new nobles of the July Dynasty relied on turmoil to rise). Therefore, some of this type of people are eager for turmoil, and some are most afraid of turmoil.

The bottom layer, which is also the foundation of the entire pyramid, is the textile and construction workers located on the fifth and sixth floors. Their number is the largest in Paris, and they are also the most prone to unrest.

The entire pyramid is interconnected, and any link that is taken out will affect the dominance of Jérôme Bonaparte's upper echelons.

Therefore, Jérôme Bonaparte found himself conducting a census to take a look at the situation of the lower class workers in Paris.

So, after returning to the Tuileries Palace, Jérôme Bonaparte called Basilio over.

"Your Majesty!" Basilio replied respectfully to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Basilio, are you interested in serving as the steward of the Tuileries Palace?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Basilio.

A flash of excitement flashed across Basilio's face. The status of the royal family manager was many times higher than that of the general manager of Norinco.

However, Basilio was a little worried about the steward Mokar. He said tactfully: "Your Majesty, you already have the steward Mokar, so you don't need to appoint another steward!"

"I'm going to give Mokar some time to train!" Jérôme Bonaparte replied to Basilio calmly.

Basilio immediately understood the subtext of Jérôme Bonaparte.

His Majesty the Emperor didn't want to train Chief Mokar, but he obviously wanted to send Mokar away. I really don't know how this guy Mokar offended His Majesty!

Basilio couldn't help but feel gloating in his heart.

Seeing that Mokar was destined to be unable to stand up, Basilio certainly didn't mind taking his place.

"Your Majesty, if I take over the position of General Manager Mokar, what will happen to Norinco?" Basilio asked Jérôme Bonaparte, pretending not to forget his work.

"Norinco!" Jérôme Bonaparte thought for a moment and responded, "When the time comes, I will find someone to take your place!"

"As you command!" Basilio replied respectfully to Jerome Bonaparte.

"But before you take over Mokar's position! I need you to do something for me!" Jerome Bonaparte replied to Basilio again.

"Your Majesty, tell me!" Basilio asked Jerome Bonaparte quickly.

"Go and help me conduct a comprehensive census to count the wages of workers in Paris, Lyon, Strasbourg, Normandy, Marseille, and Nancy!" Jerome Bonaparte whispered to Basilio He warned, "This matter must be kept secret and cannot be discovered by the local mayor! Listen clearly!"

Jérôme Bonaparte was afraid that after his actions were discovered, the local government would hand him a bunch of watered-down data on wages.

After all, water injection data is a specialty of every country.

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