Chapter 189: reform! reform!
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December 15, 1849.
After the heavy snow season, the temperature in Paris, which has a temperate oceanic climate, has dropped slightly. The temperature difference between day and night of 4 to 8 degrees Celsius makes every Parisian feel a relatively obvious coolness. , more and more people began to light the fireplace to keep warm.
As night fell, the coolness was even worse. Under the whistling winter wind, Paris was as cold as it fell into an ice cellar. When you exhaled, it seemed to condense into frost in an instant.
There are no stars and no moon in Paris tonight. The kerosene lamps hanging on the street are not even lit. The whole of Paris seems to be shrouded in a cold, dark curtain.
But even in this cold night, a team of nearly 8,000 people stationed near the suburbs of Temple was gathering.
"The troops have sorted out their marching items, each carrying 30 rounds of ammunition! I'll repeat it again..."
The sergeants in charge of the rectification before departure took the trouble to explain the precautions to the company members. From time to time, the soldier kicked the distracted soldier with the military boots that his horse took away the spurs. A smile more ugly than crying.
Of course, most of the soldiers kicked by the Spurs were new recruits who had just joined the army for less than two years. Some veterans who had been in the army for 5 or 6 years asked the company commander about the situation with a smile, while whispering cursing that the commander was unsatisfactory.
For the complaints of these old fritters, the company commander just thought he didn't hear them. He knew too much about the character of the group of rotten people under him. Their fighting skills were directly proportional to their ability to cause trouble. Being too selfless would only make him lose the support of the soldiers. He reluctantly complained to the old fritters: "How the **** do I know what the top wants to do? In short, the order given to me is to gather quickly! You, you, and you!" The old fritters scolded sternly: "I'll give my hands and feet some numbness! I don't want to lose face in front of the battalion commander!"
"Yes!" Of course, the old fritters also know what a military order is.
On weekdays, cheating and cheating will only open one eye and close one eye. Once it enters a state of war, cheating and cheating will only be a dead end.
Under the supervision of the company commander, the entire company spent about 10 minutes sorting out their marching equipment collection.
Soldiers from four regiments were assembled on a company basis outside an open space on the outskirts of Temple.
Under the attention of the soldiers of the four regiments, Brigadier General Canrobert, the second brigade of the 1st Paris Division, the new deputy commander of the Paris Garrison, and his brigade chief of staff (Conrobel, who has enjoyed the benefits of the staff of the Office of the Military Secretary, were in the first The second brigade also set up a brigade chief of staff, but the chief of staff did not have a specific rank to be appointed by the deputy.) Appeared together in front of all the soldiers.
At the same time, the combat tasks were also handed over to the eight battalion commanders of the two regiments in the form of notes.
The battalion commanders looked surprised when they received the seal of the Ministry of Mission and War, and they had long heard that the President was fighting those **** worms.
Unexpectedly, the president summoned them so quickly for deworming.
It seems that there is another big extra money today.
"Your mission is simple!"
Looking at the group of black soldiers in front of him, Conrobel said in a calm tone: "Destroy all the worms in Paris, and give the President a clean Paris!"
"Yes!" The battalion commanders couldn't hold back their excitement. Brigadier General Conrobel's words had already hinted that they could squeeze every penny out of the group of offal hidden in the darkness.
"Long live Bonaparte, long live the Empire!"
For a generous president, the battalion commanders, of course, have boundless love for him.
Is there anyone who loves the military more than the president?
They don't recognize anyone except the president!
"This time, codenamed Deworming, your mission is to crush all the bugs on the list! Do you hear that?"
Brigadier General Conrobel raised his voice, almost roaring.
"I heard!" Under the leadership of the battalion commanders, the entire army also made a deafening voice.
"Set off!"
With the order of Commodore Conrobel, the team of more than 8,000 people began to move towards the city center.
...
Just as the army entered Paris to deworm, James Rothschild, who was under house arrest by Jerome Bonaparte in his home yard, became unusually irritable after the house arrest.
With all the signs and expressions, that **** Jerome Bonaparte is simply a villain who does not obey the financial market. He forcibly closed the market, financial control, and one set after another set of administrative orders to play financial orders directly disrupted the Rothschild Bank. all operations.
James Rothschild realized that this guy was not ready to compete with him in the financial markets at all, and his tactic was completely "you hit you, I hit me"!
Although this tactic was somewhat helpless to James Rothschild, he had to admit that it was very useful.
As the "financial emperor" of Paris, in the confrontation with Jerome Bonaparte, James Rothschild became more and more aware of how much he wanted to rely on financial means to leverage a stable state power. difficulty.
Especially in a highly centralized regime like France, where all the administrators in Paris serve Jerome Bonaparte as wholeheartedly as their masters.
After hearing the news that James Rothschild was targeted by the president, those officials who were friends with James Rothschild on weekdays also hurriedly opened up relations with James Rothschild, and many officials who were deeply involved even more. Transferred by Jerome Bonaparte overnight.
The judiciary even entered the courtyard of their house every three days to investigate, euphemistically called "investigation of Rothschild taxation" in judicial procedures.
Not to mention those guys at the Banque de France, don't think you're in the same camp with them, but they're no worse than those **** judicial officers.
The stock of the Northern Railway Company, a subsidiary of Rothschild, has been falling for several days in a row. An emerging force of unknown origin is buying up the shares sold by James Rothschild on the exchange. The entire exchange is not moving in the direction he imagined. The situation in China deteriorated, and instead, several railway companies were listed on the market through Rothschild's "bankrupt" Dongfeng. James Rothschild had a hunch that the capital behind this railway company was likely to be the rising force.
There was only so much information James Rothschild could receive during his disguised house arrest.
In this war with the president, James Rothschild is expected to lose nearly 20 million francs at least, and if it is more, he may lose two years of profits to the company.
Thinking of this, James Rothschild couldn't help but regret it.
If I had known this was the result, I might as well have agreed to the President's conditions.
Now James Rothschild is not thinking about winning or not, but how to end the war with the president in a decent way.
He had to make the president understand that even if the Rothschilds lost, they lost to the entire executive power of France.
Only in this way can he guarantee the detachment of the Rothschilds in the French financial class.
Now James Rothschild no longer pinned his hopes on his own resistance to the executive power of the entire France, but hoped that branches in Vienna, Frankfurt and even London could pull them.
Of course, that's not to say that James Rothschild was inactive, he had been secretly in contact with some republican conspirators and gangsters.
Most of these republican conspirators were expelled from the army after Minister Reno took office. With disgust for Minister Reno and Secretary of State General San Arnault, they formed a small group under the cover of gangsters to carry out assassination and return. Francois Ning.
After Jerome Bonaparte broke with James Rothschild, they secretly "found" James Rothschild, and the two sides hit it off. Rom Bonaparte kills.
However, James Rothschild doesn't think they have what it takes to take out Jerome Bonaparte~www.novelhall.com~ He just needs to keep Paris in a panic phase.
Although it is now 2 am the next day, James Rothschild has not rested, and now he is anxiously waiting for the news of the servant on the windowsill.
The people in the room rang from outside, and James Rothschild hurriedly turned around and said, "Come in!"
The servant rushed in in a panic and said to James Rothschild, "Sir, it's not good!"
An ominous premonition flooded James Rothschild's mind, a terrifying conjecture that froze his hands and feet.
No... no! They really... dare to do it!
James Rothschild asked the servant in a trembling voice: "What happened! Say it!"
"Just now... when I went to the Orleans Gang under your order, I heard a lot of gunfire coming from the Orleans Gang!" The servant gasped and responded with a trembling voice: "Master, you know it. I had a service in Algiers once, and no one knows that gunshot better than me!"
"What is it! Say it!" Although James Rothschild had already guessed what the servant was going to say next, he still hoped that the servant would hear something different from what he had guessed.
"The army... the army has entered the city! Only the army can have such firepower with such a dense gunshot!" The servant broke James Rothschild's last fluke.
"I knew it! I knew it! That guy won't fight us properly! He's protesting against me!"
A bitter smile appeared on James Rothschild's face.
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December 15, 1849.
After the heavy snow season, the temperature in Paris, which has a temperate oceanic climate, has dropped slightly. The temperature difference between day and night of 4 to 8 degrees Celsius makes every Parisian feel a relatively obvious coolness. , more and more people began to light the fireplace to keep warm.
As night fell, the coolness was even worse. Under the whistling winter wind, Paris was as cold as it fell into an ice cellar. When you exhaled, it seemed to condense into frost in an instant.
There are no stars and no moon in Paris tonight. The kerosene lamps hanging on the street are not even lit. The whole of Paris seems to be shrouded in a cold, dark curtain.
But even in this cold night, a team of nearly 8,000 people stationed near the suburbs of Temple was gathering.
"The troops have sorted out their marching items, each carrying 30 rounds of ammunition! I'll repeat it again..."
The sergeants in charge of the rectification before departure took the trouble to explain the precautions to the company members. From time to time, the soldier kicked the distracted soldier with the military boots that his horse took away the spurs. A smile more ugly than crying.
Of course, most of the soldiers kicked by the Spurs were new recruits who had just joined the army for less than two years. Some veterans who had been in the army for 5 or 6 years asked the company commander about the situation with a smile, while whispering cursing that the commander was unsatisfactory.
For the complaints of these old fritters, the company commander just thought he didn't hear them. He knew too much about the character of the group of rotten people under him. Their fighting skills were directly proportional to their ability to cause trouble. Being too selfless would only make him lose the support of the soldiers. He reluctantly complained to the old fritters: "How the **** do I know what the top wants to do? In short, the order given to me is to gather quickly! You, you, and you!" The old fritters scolded sternly: "I'll give my hands and feet some numbness! I don't want to lose face in front of the battalion commander!"
"Yes!" Of course, the old fritters also know what a military order is.
On weekdays, cheating and cheating will only open one eye and close one eye. Once it enters a state of war, cheating and cheating will only be a dead end.
Under the supervision of the company commander, the entire company spent about 10 minutes sorting out their marching equipment collection.
Soldiers from four regiments were assembled on a company basis outside an open space on the outskirts of Temple.
Under the attention of the soldiers of the four regiments, Brigadier General Canrobert, the second brigade of the 1st Paris Division, the new deputy commander of the Paris Garrison, and his brigade chief of staff (Conrobel, who has enjoyed the benefits of the staff of the Office of the Military Secretary, were in the first The second brigade also set up a brigade chief of staff, but the chief of staff did not have a specific rank to be appointed by the deputy.) Appeared together in front of all the soldiers.
At the same time, the combat tasks were also handed over to the eight battalion commanders of the two regiments in the form of notes.
The battalion commanders looked surprised when they received the seal of the Ministry of Mission and War, and they had long heard that the President was fighting those **** worms.
Unexpectedly, the president summoned them so quickly for deworming.
It seems that there is another big extra money today.
"Your mission is simple!"
Looking at the group of black soldiers in front of him, Conrobel said in a calm tone: "Destroy all the worms in Paris, and give the President a clean Paris!"
"Yes!" The battalion commanders couldn't hold back their excitement. Brigadier General Conrobel's words had already hinted that they could squeeze every penny out of the group of offal hidden in the darkness.
"Long live Bonaparte, long live the Empire!"
For a generous president, the battalion commanders, of course, have boundless love for him.
Is there anyone who loves the military more than the president?
They don't recognize anyone except the president!
"This time, codenamed Deworming, your mission is to crush all the bugs on the list! Do you hear that?"
Brigadier General Conrobel raised his voice, almost roaring.
"I heard!" Under the leadership of the battalion commanders, the entire army also made a deafening voice.
"Set off!"
With the order of Commodore Conrobel, the team of more than 8,000 people began to move towards the city center.
...
Just as the army entered Paris to deworm, James Rothschild, who was under house arrest by Jerome Bonaparte in his home yard, became unusually irritable after the house arrest.
With all the signs and expressions, that **** Jerome Bonaparte is simply a villain who does not obey the financial market. He forcibly closed the market, financial control, and one set after another set of administrative orders to play financial orders directly disrupted the Rothschild Bank. all operations.
James Rothschild realized that this guy was not ready to compete with him in the financial markets at all, and his tactic was completely "you hit you, I hit me"!
Although this tactic was somewhat helpless to James Rothschild, he had to admit that it was very useful.
As the "financial emperor" of Paris, in the confrontation with Jerome Bonaparte, James Rothschild became more and more aware of how much he wanted to rely on financial means to leverage a stable state power. difficulty.
Especially in a highly centralized regime like France, where all the administrators in Paris serve Jerome Bonaparte as wholeheartedly as their masters.
After hearing the news that James Rothschild was targeted by the president, those officials who were friends with James Rothschild on weekdays also hurriedly opened up relations with James Rothschild, and many officials who were deeply involved even more. Transferred by Jerome Bonaparte overnight.
The judiciary even entered the courtyard of their house every three days to investigate, euphemistically called "investigation of Rothschild taxation" in judicial procedures.
Not to mention those guys at the Banque de France, don't think you're in the same camp with them, but they're no worse than those **** judicial officers.
The stock of the Northern Railway Company, a subsidiary of Rothschild, has been falling for several days in a row. An emerging force of unknown origin is buying up the shares sold by James Rothschild on the exchange. The entire exchange is not moving in the direction he imagined. The situation in China deteriorated, and instead, several railway companies were listed on the market through Rothschild's "bankrupt" Dongfeng. James Rothschild had a hunch that the capital behind this railway company was likely to be the rising force.
There was only so much information James Rothschild could receive during his disguised house arrest.
In this war with the president, James Rothschild is expected to lose nearly 20 million francs at least, and if it is more, he may lose two years of profits to the company.
Thinking of this, James Rothschild couldn't help but regret it.
If I had known this was the result, I might as well have agreed to the President's conditions.
Now James Rothschild is not thinking about winning or not, but how to end the war with the president in a decent way.
He had to make the president understand that even if the Rothschilds lost, they lost to the entire executive power of France.
Only in this way can he guarantee the detachment of the Rothschilds in the French financial class.
Now James Rothschild no longer pinned his hopes on his own resistance to the executive power of the entire France, but hoped that branches in Vienna, Frankfurt and even London could pull them.
Of course, that's not to say that James Rothschild was inactive, he had been secretly in contact with some republican conspirators and gangsters.
Most of these republican conspirators were expelled from the army after Minister Reno took office. With disgust for Minister Reno and Secretary of State General San Arnault, they formed a small group under the cover of gangsters to carry out assassination and return. Francois Ning.
After Jerome Bonaparte broke with James Rothschild, they secretly "found" James Rothschild, and the two sides hit it off. Rom Bonaparte kills.
However, James Rothschild doesn't think they have what it takes to take out Jerome Bonaparte~www.novelhall.com~ He just needs to keep Paris in a panic phase.
Although it is now 2 am the next day, James Rothschild has not rested, and now he is anxiously waiting for the news of the servant on the windowsill.
The people in the room rang from outside, and James Rothschild hurriedly turned around and said, "Come in!"
The servant rushed in in a panic and said to James Rothschild, "Sir, it's not good!"
An ominous premonition flooded James Rothschild's mind, a terrifying conjecture that froze his hands and feet.
No... no! They really... dare to do it!
James Rothschild asked the servant in a trembling voice: "What happened! Say it!"
"Just now... when I went to the Orleans Gang under your order, I heard a lot of gunfire coming from the Orleans Gang!" The servant gasped and responded with a trembling voice: "Master, you know it. I had a service in Algiers once, and no one knows that gunshot better than me!"
"What is it! Say it!" Although James Rothschild had already guessed what the servant was going to say next, he still hoped that the servant would hear something different from what he had guessed.
"The army... the army has entered the city! Only the army can have such firepower with such a dense gunshot!" The servant broke James Rothschild's last fluke.
"I knew it! I knew it! That guy won't fight us properly! He's protesting against me!"
A bitter smile appeared on James Rothschild's face.
December 15, 1849.After the heavy snow season, the temperature in Paris, which has a temperate oceanic climate, has dropped slightly. The temperature difference between day and night of 4 to 8 degrees Celsius makes every Parisian feel a relatively obvious coolness. , more and more people began to light the fireplace to keep warm.As night fell, the coolness was even worse. Under the whistling winter wind, Paris was as cold as it fell into an ice cellar. When you exhaled, it seemed to condense into frost in an instant.There are no stars and no moon in Paris tonight. The kerosene lamps hanging on the street are not even lit. The whole of Paris seems to be shrouded in a cold, dark curtain.But even in this cold night, a team of nearly 8,000 people stationed near the suburbs of Temple was gathering."The troops have sorted out their marching items, each carrying 30 rounds of ammunition! I'll repeat it again..."The sergeants in charge of the rectification before departure took the trouble to explain the precautions to the company members. From time to time, the soldier kicked the distracted soldier with the military boots that his horse took away the spurs. A smile more ugly than crying.Of course, most of the soldiers kicked by the Spurs were new recruits who had just joined the army for less than two years. Some veterans who had been in the army for 5 or 6 years asked the company commander about the situation with a smile, while whispering cursing that the commander was unsatisfactory.For the complaints of these old fritters, the company commander just thought he didn't hear them. He knew too much about the character of the group of rotten people under him. Their fighting skills were directly proportional to their ability to cause trouble. Being too selfless would only make him lose the support of the soldiers. He reluctantly complained to the old fritters: "How the **** do I know what the top wants to do? In short, the order given to me is to gather quickly! You, you, and you!" The old fritters scolded sternly: "I'll give my hands and feet some numbness! I don't want to lose face in front of the battalion commander!""Yes!" Of course, the old fritters also know what a military order is.On weekdays, cheating and cheating will only open one eye and close one eye. Once it enters a state of war, cheating and cheating will only be a dead end.Under the supervision of the company commander, the entire company spent about 10 minutes sorting out their marching equipment collection.Soldiers from four regiments were assembled on a company basis outside an open space on the outskirts of Temple.Under the attention of the soldiers of the four regiments, Brigadier General Canrobert, the second brigade of the 1st Paris Division, the new deputy commander of the Paris Garrison, and his brigade chief of staff Conrobel, who has enjoyed the benefits of the staff of the Office of the Military Secretary, were in the first The second brigade also set up a brigade chief of staff, but the chief of staff did not have a specific rank to be appointed by the deputy. Appeared together in front of all the soldiers.At the same time, the combat tasks were also handed over to the eight battalion commanders of the two regiments in the form of notes.The battalion commanders looked surprised when they received the seal of the Ministry of Mission and War, and they had long heard that the President was fighting those **** worms.Unexpectedly, the president summoned them so quickly for deworming.It seems that there is another big extra money today."Your mission is simple!"Looking at the group of black soldiers in front of him, Conrobel said in a calm tone: "Destroy all the worms in Paris, and give the President a clean Paris!""Yes!" The battalion commanders couldn't hold back their excitement. Brigadier General Conrobel's words had already hinted that they could squeeze every penny out of the group of offal hidden in the darkness."Long live Bonaparte, long live the Empire!"For a generous president, the battalion commanders, of course, have boundless love for him.Is there anyone who loves the military more than the president?They don't recognize anyone except the president!"This time, codenamed Deworming, your mission is to crush all the bugs on the list! Do you hear that?"Brigadier General Conrobel raised his voice, almost roaring."I heard!" Under the leadership of the battalion commanders, the entire army also made a deafening voice."Set off!"With the order of Commodore Conrobel, the team of more than 8,000 people began to move towards the city center....Just as the army entered Paris to deworm, James Rothschild, who was under house arrest by Jerome Bonaparte in his home yard, became unusually irritable after the house arrest.With all the signs and expressions, that **** Jerome Bonaparte is simply a villain who does not obey the financial market. He forcibly closed the market, financial control, and one set after another set of administrative orders to play financial orders directly disrupted the Rothschild Bank. all operations.James Rothschild realized that this guy was not ready to compete with him in the financial markets at all, and his tactic was completely "you hit you, I hit me"!Although this tactic was somewhat helpless to James Rothschild, he had to admit that it was very useful.As the "financial emperor" of Paris, in the confrontation with Jerome Bonaparte, James Rothschild became more and more aware of how much he wanted to rely on financial means to leverage a stable state power. difficulty.Especially in a highly centralized regime like France, where all the administrators in Paris serve Jerome Bonaparte as wholeheartedly as their masters.After hearing the news that James Rothschild was targeted by the president, those officials who were friends with James Rothschild on weekdays also hurriedly opened up relations with James Rothschild, and many officials who were deeply involved even more. Transferred by Jerome Bonaparte overnight.The judiciary even entered the courtyard of their house every three days to investigate, euphemistically called "investigation of Rothschild taxation" in judicial procedures.Not to mention those guys at the Banque de France, don't think you're in the same camp with them, but they're no worse than those **** judicial officers.The stock of the Northern Railway Company, a subsidiary of Rothschild, has been falling for several days in a row. An emerging force of unknown origin is buying up the shares sold by James Rothschild on the exchange. The entire exchange is not moving in the direction he imagined. The situation in China deteriorated, and instead, several railway companies were listed on the market through Rothschild's "bankrupt" Dongfeng. James Rothschild had a hunch that the capital behind this railway company was likely to be the rising force.There was only so much information James Rothschild could receive during his disguised house arrest.In this war with the president, James Rothschild is expected to lose nearly 20 million francs at least, and if it is more, he may lose two years of profits to the company.Thinking of this, James Rothschild couldn't help but regret it.If I had known this was the result, I might as well have agreed to the President's conditions.Now James Rothschild is not thinking about winning or not, but how to end the war with the president in a decent way.He had to make the president understand that even if the Rothschilds lost, they lost to the entire executive power of France.Only in this way can he guarantee the detachment of the Rothschilds in the French financial class.Now James Rothschild no longer pinned his hopes on his own resistance to the executive power of the entire France, but hoped that branches in Vienna, Frankfurt and even London could pull them.Of course, that's not to say that James Rothschild was inactive, he had been secretly in contact with some republican conspirators and gangsters.Most of these republican conspirators were expelled from the army after Minister Reno took office. With disgust for Minister Reno and Secretary of State General San Arnault, they formed a small group under the cover of gangsters to carry out assassination and return. Francois Ning.After Jerome Bonaparte broke with James Rothschild, they secretly "found" James Rothschild, and the two sides hit it off. Rom Bonaparte kills.However, James Rothschild doesn't think they have what it takes to take out Jerome Bonaparte~www.novelhall.com~ He just needs to keep Paris in a panic phase.Although it is now 2 am the next day, James Rothschild has not rested, and now he is anxiously waiting for the news of the servant on the windowsill.The people in the room rang from outside, and James Rothschild hurriedly turned around and said, "Come in!"The servant rushed in in a panic and said to James Rothschild, "Sir, it's not good!"An ominous premonition flooded James Rothschild's mind, a terrifying conjecture that froze his hands and feet.No... no! They really... dare to do it!James Rothschild asked the servant in a trembling voice: "What happened! Say it!""Just now... when I went to the Orleans Gang under your order, I heard a lot of gunfire coming from the Orleans Gang!" The servant gasped and responded with a trembling voice: "Master, you know it. I had a service in Algiers once, and no one knows that gunshot better than me!""What is it! Say it!" Although James Rothschild had already guessed what the servant was going to say next, he still hoped that the servant would hear something different from what he had guessed."The army... the army has entered the city! Only the army can have such firepower with such a dense gunshot!" The servant broke James Rothschild's last fluke."I knew it! I knew it! That guy won't fight us properly! He's protesting against me!"A bitter smile appeared on James Rothschild's face.
