Chapter 495: big brother is watching you
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After the dinner for nearly an hour, the foreign minister, De Ruiz, who had drank half a bottle of wine, stumbled out of the Tuileries Palace with the help of his attendants, walked down the steps, and lay in the home of Gereau. In the double-bridge carriage specially prepared for him by Mr. Bonaparte.
The carriage accelerated slowly, and De Luis, whose nerve center was sluggish due to excessive drinking, leaned his body on the carriage and stared at the empty carriage, mumbling, "This is our monarch!"
It could be seen that De Ruiz himself still had some complaints about Jerome Bonaparte's resignation from the post of Foreign Minister.
Who made his relationship with the emperor far less than that of Vallewski! Wallewski has made such a great contribution in the Near East, and he must be moved.
His Foreign Minister is naturally a suitable position!
Of course, even De Luiz, who was already in a drunken state, only dared to spit out a few words in his heart.
As the Minister of Foreign Affairs, De Luiz still knew very well that the emperor who lived in the Tuileries Palace had an iron fist. Just by looking at the orthodox and Orleanite nobles who had recently left Paris, he could know that Paris, on the surface, was calm and peaceful. Inside the city, it is not known how many **** storms have been carried out in secret.
The director of the National Intelligence Service, Marcel Yeruger, and the emperor's aide-de-camp, Edgar Ney, who were hiding behind the emperor's background, were the two sharpest knives the emperor used to supervise the French political arena and the army.
De Luiz himself didn't want to be targeted by the mysterious National Intelligence Service, but he heard some rumors that once anyone was targeted by the National Intelligence Service, he would not be far from death.
Although de Ruiz scoffed at this exaggerated statement, there were times when he had to be careful.
It's just that De Ruiz didn't know that a certain servant in his family was the eyeliner placed by the National Intelligence Service to report his every move to the Tuileries Palace. Everything about him was in Jerome. . Bonaparte's grasp.
...
The carriage accelerated quickly and arrived at the house of Minister De Luiz, who was sitting in the front of the carriage and shouted at De Luis who was in the car, "Your Excellency Minister, we are home!"
Minister De Luiz opened his eyes in the haze when he heard the car's shout, and then put his head slowly against the glass window, and saw an apartment outside the window through the glass window.
"Yeah! I'm home!" De Luiz's face showed a smirk, and then he staggered open the carriage door, and when he lifted his foot, he emptied the steps and fell to the ground.
The driver sitting in the front of the car was shocked when he saw Minister De Luiz fell to the ground. He hurriedly jumped out of the driver's seat and came to Minister De Luiz to help Minister De Luiz. He got up, and then asked if Minister De Luis was injured.
"No... nothing! I just don't... hiccup... careless!" Minister De Luiz, who smelled of alcohol, responded intermittently to Che Pi.
"You're already like this! And you said it's fine!" The driver helped De Luiz to sit down on the steps, then came to the apartment where De Luiz was, and knocked on the door of De Luiz's mansion. .
It was the servant in the mansion who opened the door, and he looked at the car driver in front of him with a puzzled expression.
Cha Pi told the servant that Minister De Luiz was drunk, and the servant hurriedly ran to De Luiz, Minister De Luiz, and helped De Luiz into the mansion, and thanked Cha Pi. .
The chariot who watched De Luiz enter the mansion returned to the Tuileries Palace, and happened to meet Mocar who was returning to the Tuileries Palace from the outside, so the chariot took De Luiz in the carriage and muttered about it. Tell it to Mokar.
"Okay! I know!" Mokar nodded to the car without expression, and then added: "Don't tell other people about this!"
"Master Chief, please don't worry!" Che Pi replied to Mokar with a nod and bow.
He knows that the basic principle to keep this job is to talk less and do more. Those who don't understand this truth will sooner or later become a corpse on the Seine.
Besides, the king and queen have been friendly enough to them, and he naturally knows what to say and what not to say!
"Okay! Go to Taylor to get the reward you deserve!" Mokar nodded in satisfaction and responded to the car.
"Thank you, Chief!" Che Pi thanked Mokar after hearing this.
Looking at the chariot gradually disappearing under the night, Mocart revealed a smile on his face. He turned around and entered the Tuileries Palace and knocked on Jerome Bonaparte's study again.
"Come in!" Jerome Bonaparte in the study said to Mocar who was outside the door while sorting out the processed documents.
Mocar entered Jerome Bonaparte's room and said respectfully to Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest!"
"Wait a little longer!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Mocart, and then he asked again: "By the way! How is the handling of the newspaper office?"
"Don't worry, I have said hello to all the newspapers in Paris! Tomorrow morning, the front pages of all the Paris newspapers will announce that the army of the Empire is fighting the Russian Empire at the fortress of Silistra and winning the Russian Empire. This!" De Ruiz reported to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Very good!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, then placed a stack of documents in Mocar's hand: "Give these to the secretary's office, and let the secretary's office transfer it to the various departments!"
"Yes!" Mokar, who took the heavy documents, responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
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"Yawn!" Jerome Bonaparton felt sleepy after finishing his official business. "I'm going to bed first! You should rest early too!"
"Yes!"
Mocar watched Jerome Bonaparte leave the study, then turned to look at the dying candles and the dawning sky outside the window.
"Forget it!" Mokar sighed and muttered to himself, and left the room after blowing out all the candles.
The room was plunged into darkness again.
...
Early the next morning, the streets of Paris were reminded of the sound of newspaper boys selling newspapers.
"Sell the newspaper! Sell the newspaper! The latest "Observer" The British and French allied forces killed tens of thousands of Russian invaders in the Silistra fortress, and the Russian invaders rushed north... Nicholas I will be killed soon..."
When the Parisians on the street heard the battle report dictated by the newsboy, their first reaction was that they didn't want to believe it, and they stopped the newsboy: "Wait a minute!"
"Sir, do you want another newspaper? The latest "Observer"!" The newsboy stopped and asked the Parisian who stopped him.
"Who gave you these words!"
"The gentleman in the newspaper office told me that more people would buy the newspaper in this way!"
"Then do you know what the newspaper is talking about?"
"Of course! Our army has won the Russian Empire, just as the emperor defeated the Russian Empire!"
"Then do you know what will happen after the emperor?"
"Sir, how do I know so much! I'm just a newspaper seller, do you still buy a newspaper! If you don't, then I'm leaving!"
"If the content in the newspaper is real, then I must buy it!"
"Give you a copy and see for yourself!"
The newsboy handed a newspaper to a gentleman. The gentleman who took the newspaper looked at the contents of the newspaper, and the surrounding gentlemen also came to him and wanted to watch it with him.
The gentleman hurriedly covered the contents of the newspaper and told them that they wanted to watch themselves to buy, and then half-jokingly said: "Don't say I didn't take care of your business! These are your customers!"
"Sir, do you need a newspaper? I have the "Observer", "Bonaparte", "Reuters"..." The newspaper seller introduced to the gentlemen present.
The gentlemen bought a newspaper from the newsboy, and the newspaper happily handed it to them.
"Give me one too!" A man in a black coat and a top hat appeared in front of the newsboy, and several gentlemen around showed a look of unwillingness to communicate with the young man after seeing the young man. expression.
"Yeah! Good!" The newsboy nodded and handed the newspaper to the young man in front of him. The young man took out a silver coin with a face value of one franc and gave it to him to the newsboy: "Don't look for the rest!"
"You are such a generous gentleman!" The newsboy thanked the young man in front of him.
After the newsboy left, the surrounding gentlemen began to imitate the young man in front of him, "Mr. Rastigne, you are such a good person! Hahahaha... This is the funniest joke I have ever heard. , a guy who can only hold people's stinky feet, become a good person... I am afraid your master has already forgotten you!"
"That's right! That's right! You tried so hard to get into a circle that didn't belong to you, only to be kicked out. Not everyone has the ability to become the deceased Thiers!"
...
The person who was ridiculed by the gentlemen was the Rastigne who entered Jerome Bonaparte with an article and achieved ~www.novelhall.com~ and stepped into the upper class with half a foot like Thiers .
It's just that Rastigne's luck seemed to be exhausted after he squeezed half of his body into the upper class. Now he still works as a clerk in the subordinate department of the secretary's office, and his annual salary is only about 3,000 francs.
This is far from the ambition of Rastigne himself, but he himself is not lost, but still works according to the rules and looks forward to an opportunity.
Facing the jeers of the gentlemen, Rastigne just frowned and said disdainfully: "The eagle sometimes flies lower than the chicken, but the chicken can never become an eagle!"
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After the dinner for nearly an hour, the foreign minister, De Ruiz, who had drank half a bottle of wine, stumbled out of the Tuileries Palace with the help of his attendants, walked down the steps, and lay in the home of Gereau. In the double-bridge carriage specially prepared for him by Mr. Bonaparte.
The carriage accelerated slowly, and De Luis, whose nerve center was sluggish due to excessive drinking, leaned his body on the carriage and stared at the empty carriage, mumbling, "This is our monarch!"
It could be seen that De Ruiz himself still had some complaints about Jerome Bonaparte's resignation from the post of Foreign Minister.
Who made his relationship with the emperor far less than that of Vallewski! Wallewski has made such a great contribution in the Near East, and he must be moved.
His Foreign Minister is naturally a suitable position!
Of course, even De Luiz, who was already in a drunken state, only dared to spit out a few words in his heart.
As the Minister of Foreign Affairs, De Luiz still knew very well that the emperor who lived in the Tuileries Palace had an iron fist. Just by looking at the orthodox and Orleanite nobles who had recently left Paris, he could know that Paris, on the surface, was calm and peaceful. Inside the city, it is not known how many **** storms have been carried out in secret.
The director of the National Intelligence Service, Marcel Yeruger, and the emperor's aide-de-camp, Edgar Ney, who were hiding behind the emperor's background, were the two sharpest knives the emperor used to supervise the French political arena and the army.
De Luiz himself didn't want to be targeted by the mysterious National Intelligence Service, but he heard some rumors that once anyone was targeted by the National Intelligence Service, he would not be far from death.
Although de Ruiz scoffed at this exaggerated statement, there were times when he had to be careful.
It's just that De Ruiz didn't know that a certain servant in his family was the eyeliner placed by the National Intelligence Service to report his every move to the Tuileries Palace. Everything about him was in Jerome. . Bonaparte's grasp.
...
The carriage accelerated quickly and arrived at the house of Minister De Luiz, who was sitting in the front of the carriage and shouted at De Luis who was in the car, "Your Excellency Minister, we are home!"
Minister De Luiz opened his eyes in the haze when he heard the car's shout, and then put his head slowly against the glass window, and saw an apartment outside the window through the glass window.
"Yeah! I'm home!" De Luiz's face showed a smirk, and then he staggered open the carriage door, and when he lifted his foot, he emptied the steps and fell to the ground.
The driver sitting in the front of the car was shocked when he saw Minister De Luiz fell to the ground. He hurriedly jumped out of the driver's seat and came to Minister De Luiz to help Minister De Luiz. He got up, and then asked if Minister De Luis was injured.
"No... nothing! I just don't... hiccup... careless!" Minister De Luiz, who smelled of alcohol, responded intermittently to Che Pi.
"You're already like this! And you said it's fine!" The driver helped De Luiz to sit down on the steps, then came to the apartment where De Luiz was, and knocked on the door of De Luiz's mansion. .
It was the servant in the mansion who opened the door, and he looked at the car driver in front of him with a puzzled expression.
Cha Pi told the servant that Minister De Luiz was drunk, and the servant hurriedly ran to De Luiz, Minister De Luiz, and helped De Luiz into the mansion, and thanked Cha Pi. .
The chariot who watched De Luiz enter the mansion returned to the Tuileries Palace, and happened to meet Mocar who was returning to the Tuileries Palace from the outside, so the chariot took De Luiz in the carriage and muttered about it. Tell it to Mokar.
"Okay! I know!" Mokar nodded to the car without expression, and then added: "Don't tell other people about this!"
"Master Chief, please don't worry!" Che Pi replied to Mokar with a nod and bow.
He knows that the basic principle to keep this job is to talk less and do more. Those who don't understand this truth will sooner or later become a corpse on the Seine.
Besides, the king and queen have been friendly enough to them, and he naturally knows what to say and what not to say!
"Okay! Go to Taylor to get the reward you deserve!" Mokar nodded in satisfaction and responded to the car.
"Thank you, Chief!" Che Pi thanked Mokar after hearing this.
Looking at the chariot gradually disappearing under the night, Mocart revealed a smile on his face. He turned around and entered the Tuileries Palace and knocked on Jerome Bonaparte's study again.
"Come in!" Jerome Bonaparte in the study said to Mocar who was outside the door while sorting out the processed documents.
Mocar entered Jerome Bonaparte's room and said respectfully to Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest!"
"Wait a little longer!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Mocart, and then he asked again: "By the way! How is the handling of the newspaper office?"
"Don't worry, I have said hello to all the newspapers in Paris! Tomorrow morning, the front pages of all the Paris newspapers will announce that the army of the Empire is fighting the Russian Empire at the fortress of Silistra and winning the Russian Empire. This!" De Ruiz reported to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Very good!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, then placed a stack of documents in Mocar's hand: "Give these to the secretary's office, and let the secretary's office transfer it to the various departments!"
"Yes!" Mokar, who took the heavy documents, responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
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"Yawn!" Jerome Bonaparton felt sleepy after finishing his official business. "I'm going to bed first! You should rest early too!"
"Yes!"
Mocar watched Jerome Bonaparte leave the study, then turned to look at the dying candles and the dawning sky outside the window.
"Forget it!" Mokar sighed and muttered to himself, and left the room after blowing out all the candles.
The room was plunged into darkness again.
...
Early the next morning, the streets of Paris were reminded of the sound of newspaper boys selling newspapers.
"Sell the newspaper! Sell the newspaper! The latest "Observer" The British and French allied forces killed tens of thousands of Russian invaders in the Silistra fortress, and the Russian invaders rushed north... Nicholas I will be killed soon..."
When the Parisians on the street heard the battle report dictated by the newsboy, their first reaction was that they didn't want to believe it, and they stopped the newsboy: "Wait a minute!"
"Sir, do you want another newspaper? The latest "Observer"!" The newsboy stopped and asked the Parisian who stopped him.
"Who gave you these words!"
"The gentleman in the newspaper office told me that more people would buy the newspaper in this way!"
"Then do you know what the newspaper is talking about?"
"Of course! Our army has won the Russian Empire, just as the emperor defeated the Russian Empire!"
"Then do you know what will happen after the emperor?"
"Sir, how do I know so much! I'm just a newspaper seller, do you still buy a newspaper! If you don't, then I'm leaving!"
"If the content in the newspaper is real, then I must buy it!"
"Give you a copy and see for yourself!"
The newsboy handed a newspaper to a gentleman. The gentleman who took the newspaper looked at the contents of the newspaper, and the surrounding gentlemen also came to him and wanted to watch it with him.
The gentleman hurriedly covered the contents of the newspaper and told them that they wanted to watch themselves to buy, and then half-jokingly said: "Don't say I didn't take care of your business! These are your customers!"
"Sir, do you need a newspaper? I have the "Observer", "Bonaparte", "Reuters"..." The newspaper seller introduced to the gentlemen present.
The gentlemen bought a newspaper from the newsboy, and the newspaper happily handed it to them.
"Give me one too!" A man in a black coat and a top hat appeared in front of the newsboy, and several gentlemen around showed a look of unwillingness to communicate with the young man after seeing the young man. expression.
"Yeah! Good!" The newsboy nodded and handed the newspaper to the young man in front of him. The young man took out a silver coin with a face value of one franc and gave it to him to the newsboy: "Don't look for the rest!"
"You are such a generous gentleman!" The newsboy thanked the young man in front of him.
After the newsboy left, the surrounding gentlemen began to imitate the young man in front of him, "Mr. Rastigne, you are such a good person! Hahahaha... This is the funniest joke I have ever heard. , a guy who can only hold people's stinky feet, become a good person... I am afraid your master has already forgotten you!"
"That's right! That's right! You tried so hard to get into a circle that didn't belong to you, only to be kicked out. Not everyone has the ability to become the deceased Thiers!"
...
The person who was ridiculed by the gentlemen was the Rastigne who entered Jerome Bonaparte with an article and achieved ~www.novelhall.com~ and stepped into the upper class with half a foot like Thiers .
It's just that Rastigne's luck seemed to be exhausted after he squeezed half of his body into the upper class. Now he still works as a clerk in the subordinate department of the secretary's office, and his annual salary is only about 3,000 francs.
This is far from the ambition of Rastigne himself, but he himself is not lost, but still works according to the rules and looks forward to an opportunity.
Facing the jeers of the gentlemen, Rastigne just frowned and said disdainfully: "The eagle sometimes flies lower than the chicken, but the chicken can never become an eagle!"
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After the dinner for nearly an hour, the foreign minister, De Ruiz, who had drank half a bottle of wine, stumbled out of the Tuileries Palace with the help of his attendants, walked down the steps, and lay in the home of Gereau. In the double-bridge carriage specially prepared for him by Mr. Bonaparte.The carriage accelerated slowly, and De Luis, whose nerve center was sluggish due to excessive drinking, leaned his body on the carriage and stared at the empty carriage, mumbling, "This is our monarch!"It could be seen that De Ruiz himself still had some complaints about Jerome Bonaparte's resignation from the post of Foreign Minister.Who made his relationship with the emperor far less than that of Vallewski! Wallewski has made such a great contribution in the Near East, and he must be moved.His Foreign Minister is naturally a suitable position!Of course, even De Luiz, who was already in a drunken state, only dared to spit out a few words in his heart.As the Minister of Foreign Affairs, De Luiz still knew very well that the emperor who lived in the Tuileries Palace had an iron fist. Just by looking at the orthodox and Orleanite nobles who had recently left Paris, he could know that Paris, on the surface, was calm and peaceful. Inside the city, it is not known how many **** storms have been carried out in secret.The director of the National Intelligence Service, Marcel Yeruger, and the emperor's aide-de-camp, Edgar Ney, who were hiding behind the emperor's background, were the two sharpest knives the emperor used to supervise the French political arena and the army.De Luiz himself didn't want to be targeted by the mysterious National Intelligence Service, but he heard some rumors that once anyone was targeted by the National Intelligence Service, he would not be far from death.Although de Ruiz scoffed at this exaggerated statement, there were times when he had to be careful.It's just that De Ruiz didn't know that a certain servant in his family was the eyeliner placed by the National Intelligence Service to report his every move to the Tuileries Palace. Everything about him was in Jerome. . Bonaparte's grasp....The carriage accelerated quickly and arrived at the house of Minister De Luiz, who was sitting in the front of the carriage and shouted at De Luis who was in the car, "Your Excellency Minister, we are home!"Minister De Luiz opened his eyes in the haze when he heard the car's shout, and then put his head slowly against the glass window, and saw an apartment outside the window through the glass window."Yeah! I'm home!" De Luiz's face showed a smirk, and then he staggered open the carriage door, and when he lifted his foot, he emptied the steps and fell to the ground.The driver sitting in the front of the car was shocked when he saw Minister De Luiz fell to the ground. He hurriedly jumped out of the driver's seat and came to Minister De Luiz to help Minister De Luiz. He got up, and then asked if Minister De Luis was injured."No... nothing! I just don't... hiccup... careless!" Minister De Luiz, who smelled of alcohol, responded intermittently to Che Pi."You're already like this! And you said it's fine!" The driver helped De Luiz to sit down on the steps, then came to the apartment where De Luiz was, and knocked on the door of De Luiz's mansion. .It was the servant in the mansion who opened the door, and he looked at the car driver in front of him with a puzzled expression.Cha Pi told the servant that Minister De Luiz was drunk, and the servant hurriedly ran to De Luiz, Minister De Luiz, and helped De Luiz into the mansion, and thanked Cha Pi. .The chariot who watched De Luiz enter the mansion returned to the Tuileries Palace, and happened to meet Mocar who was returning to the Tuileries Palace from the outside, so the chariot took De Luiz in the carriage and muttered about it. Tell it to Mokar."Okay! I know!" Mokar nodded to the car without expression, and then added: "Don't tell other people about this!""Master Chief, please don't worry!" Che Pi replied to Mokar with a nod and bow.He knows that the basic principle to keep this job is to talk less and do more. Those who don't understand this truth will sooner or later become a corpse on the Seine.Besides, the king and queen have been friendly enough to them, and he naturally knows what to say and what not to say!"Okay! Go to Taylor to get the reward you deserve!" Mokar nodded in satisfaction and responded to the car."Thank you, Chief!" Che Pi thanked Mokar after hearing this.Looking at the chariot gradually disappearing under the night, Mocart revealed a smile on his face. He turned around and entered the Tuileries Palace and knocked on Jerome Bonaparte's study again."Come in!" Jerome Bonaparte in the study said to Mocar who was outside the door while sorting out the processed documents.Mocar entered Jerome Bonaparte's room and said respectfully to Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest!""Wait a little longer!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Mocart, and then he asked again: "By the way! How is the handling of the newspaper office?""Don't worry, I have said hello to all the newspapers in Paris! Tomorrow morning, the front pages of all the Paris newspapers will announce that the army of the Empire is fighting the Russian Empire at the fortress of Silistra and winning the Russian Empire. This!" De Ruiz reported to Jerome Bonaparte."Very good!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, then placed a stack of documents in Mocar's hand: "Give these to the secretary's office, and let the secretary's office transfer it to the various departments!""Yes!" Mokar, who took the heavy documents, responded to Jerome Bonaparte.Gu Zhuo"Yawn!" Jerome Bonaparton felt sleepy after finishing his official business. "I'm going to bed first! You should rest early too!""Yes!"Mocar watched Jerome Bonaparte leave the study, then turned to look at the dying candles and the dawning sky outside the window."Forget it!" Mokar sighed and muttered to himself, and left the room after blowing out all the candles.The room was plunged into darkness again....Early the next morning, the streets of Paris were reminded of the sound of newspaper boys selling newspapers."Sell the newspaper! Sell the newspaper! The latest "Observer" The British and French allied forces killed tens of thousands of Russian invaders in the Silistra fortress, and the Russian invaders rushed north... Nicholas I will be killed soon..."When the Parisians on the street heard the battle report dictated by the newsboy, their first reaction was that they didn't want to believe it, and they stopped the newsboy: "Wait a minute!""Sir, do you want another newspaper? The latest "Observer"!" The newsboy stopped and asked the Parisian who stopped him."Who gave you these words!""The gentleman in the newspaper office told me that more people would buy the newspaper in this way!""Then do you know what the newspaper is talking about?""Of course! Our army has won the Russian Empire, just as the emperor defeated the Russian Empire!""Then do you know what will happen after the emperor?""Sir, how do I know so much! I'm just a newspaper seller, do you still buy a newspaper! If you don't, then I'm leaving!""If the content in the newspaper is real, then I must buy it!""Give you a copy and see for yourself!"The newsboy handed a newspaper to a gentleman. The gentleman who took the newspaper looked at the contents of the newspaper, and the surrounding gentlemen also came to him and wanted to watch it with him.The gentleman hurriedly covered the contents of the newspaper and told them that they wanted to watch themselves to buy, and then half-jokingly said: "Don't say I didn't take care of your business! These are your customers!""Sir, do you need a newspaper? I have the "Observer", "Bonaparte", "Reuters"..." The newspaper seller introduced to the gentlemen present.The gentlemen bought a newspaper from the newsboy, and the newspaper happily handed it to them."Give me one too!" A man in a black coat and a top hat appeared in front of the newsboy, and several gentlemen around showed a look of unwillingness to communicate with the young man after seeing the young man. expression."Yeah! Good!" The newsboy nodded and handed the newspaper to the young man in front of him. The young man took out a silver coin with a face value of one franc and gave it to him to the newsboy: "Don't look for the rest!""You are such a generous gentleman!" The newsboy thanked the young man in front of him.After the newsboy left, the surrounding gentlemen began to imitate the young man in front of him, "Mr. Rastigne, you are such a good person! Hahahaha... This is the funniest joke I have ever heard. , a guy who can only hold people's stinky feet, become a good person... I am afraid your master has already forgotten you!""That's right! That's right! You tried so hard to get into a circle that didn't belong to you, only to be kicked out. Not everyone has the ability to become the deceased Thiers!"...The person who was ridiculed by the gentlemen was the Rastigne who entered Jerome Bonaparte with an article and achieved ~www.novelhall.com~ and stepped into the upper class with half a foot like Thiers .It's just that Rastigne's luck seemed to be exhausted after he squeezed half of his body into the upper class. Now he still works as a clerk in the subordinate department of the secretary's office, and his annual salary is only about 3,000 francs.This is far from the ambition of Rastigne himself, but he himself is not lost, but still works according to the rules and looks forward to an opportunity.Facing the jeers of the gentlemen, Rastigne just frowned and said disdainfully: "The eagle sometimes flies lower than the chicken, but the chicken can never become an eagle!"https://Genius remembers the address of this site in one second: . Lewen Novel Network mobile version reading website:
