Chapter 336: Establish a financial supervision system
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On February 25, 1852, a company called the Intercity Railroad was quietly established.
At the same time, the French Railway Minister Baroche also made a high-profile announcement that the main trunk line of the French railway was almost completed, and the secondary line was under intense preparation, and the plan was likely to start in 1853.
Baroche's words can be said to have caused a thousand waves, and the middle class and bourgeois who tasted the profits brought by the first railways began to follow the secondary lines in full swing. Profitable business.
But how do they know that the second-level railway is basically a loss-making project. In the extreme, the construction of the railway itself is a loss-making business.
If they are really allowed to contribute, the Ministry of Railways may really have to consider whether they can withstand the riots caused by market risks.
Therefore, the bonds of the secondary railway were transferred to the Gaut bankers who were entrenched in the Banque de France in the form of contracts, and then they transported the loss-making shares to the Frankfurt Stock Exchange and the Brussels Stock Exchange in the form of packaging and listing. It is equivalent to Frankfurt and Brussels taking risks for the construction of the French railway.
When will the secondary rail risk explode, and when will Frankfurt 5 Brussels usher in a 19th century version of "Black Friday".
Jérôme Bonaparte roughly estimated the power of the railway financial bomb, and the Frankfurt Stock Exchange and the Brussels Stock Exchange would have to lose a layer of skin even if they got away with it.
Jerome Bonaparte, who planted a bomb in Germany, in order to prevent others from digging holes by himself, Jerome Bonaparte secretly contacted a group of leading figures in Saint-Simon's economics, and in their With the help (most of the work is done by them), a set of financial supervision mechanisms with administrative instructions as the main body is achieved.
The inspection team of this regulatory mechanism is mainly responsible for examining black money in the financial market, as well as fraudulent transfer of assets.
It can be said that it is the enhanced financial supervision policy of Jerome Bonaparte in the 1850s. Financial supervision and circuit breaker mechanism are enough to prevent micro-duo gradually stifling most financial crises in the bud.
If it wasn't for the times, Jérôme Bonaparte even wanted to rectify the operation of the financial real-name system.
In the end, I was persuaded by the scholars of the Saint-Simon's School of Economics.
Even so, Jerome Bonaparte was unavoidably scolded by some bankers as a tyrant behind his back.
Many middle-class little bourgeois also have a lot of criticisms about Jerome Bonaparte's supervision system. After the scars are forgotten, they think that Jerome Bonaparte's actions are hindering them in the capital. The market makes a profit.
The little Bourgeois projected all his distaste for the dictatorship system onto the supervisory mechanism. Only when the financial crisis broke out would they discover the advantages of the financial market under the control of executive orders.
It was sunny on March 3, 1852.
Jerome Bonaparte woke up from his sleep early in the morning and opened the window as usual.
A gentle spring breeze blew on Jerome Bonaparte's face and blew away Jerome Bonaparte's drowsiness.
Since mid-February to the present, the temperature in Paris has gradually increased, and the spring breeze has swept away the last chill in Paris, making the city once again exuding a scene of competition and vitality. Many aristocrats and Bourgeois left Paris for the winter in southern France. They also returned to Paris one after another, and Paris gradually woke up.
It was on this day that Cavour, who had stayed in Paris for more than half a month, set off to return to Sardinia.
"Dong Dong Dong!"
A familiar knock came from the door, and Jerome Bonaparte stretched out and said lightly, "Please come in."
The door opened slowly, and Jerome Bonaparte showed a look of surprise on his face.
It turned out that it was not Mokar who was standing at the door, but "Virnia" who had not seen him for a long time.
"What's wrong? Surprised!" Vernia's words revealed a little smugness.
"A little bit!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, his expression returning to his original indifference again.
hateful!
Virnia looked at the guy in front of him, and a nameless fire poured into his heart.
If he were not the emperor, he would definitely repair him severely.
Thirteen-year-old Virnia is not lacking in imagination. In her mind, she simulates countless scenes of repairing Jerome Bonaparte.
But there is no way to really restore these scenes.
"What? Are you going to say goodbye to me?" Jerome Bonaparte said to Virnia again.
"Of course not!" Virnia's two tiger teeth rubbed against each other.
If possible, she would like to bite this guy hard?
"Oh!" Jerome Bonaparte responded indifferently, and then changed into his pajamas in the bedroom as if no one else was around.
Virnia, who was standing at the door, was staring at Jerome Bonaparte, and she didn't seem to be ready to avoid it.
After Jerome Bonaparte took off all his clothes, Virnia subconsciously blurted out: "The money is very good!"
Then, knowing that she had lost her words, she slightly covered her mouth with her hand.
"Yeah! I think so too!" Jerome Bonaparte also nodded and responded to Vernia.
Immediately afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte walked slowly in front of Virnia, looking at Virnia in a beige place and wearing a feather ornament, he slowly stretched his retraction towards Virnia. Nia's face was as white as milk.
Just when Virnia thought that Jerome Bonaparte was going to touch his face, Jerome Bonaparte flicked Virnia's forehead with lightning speed.
The sudden attack forced Virnia to cover his forehead with his hand to prevent Jerome Bonaparte from attacking again.
"Don't get in the way!" Jerome Bonaparte left the bedroom along the gap left by Virnia.
"Give this lady a copy too!" Jerome Bonaparte, who was sitting in the main seat, pointed at Vernia, who seemed to be sulking, with a steel fork.
"Don't worry about it!" Vernia responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Then there's no need!" Jerome Bonaparte once again brought into play the nature of "steel".
In the whole of France, only others will accommodate him, but he will never accommodate others.
Jerome Bonaparte, who was full, and Vernia, who had not eaten at all, left the restaurant and went to the study.
"Sit down!" Jerome Bonaparte invited Vernia to sit down, and he asked solemnly, with his hands folded in front of his chest, "Ms. Vernia, have you considered it!"
"What considerations?" Vernia asked Jerome Bonaparte.
"Are you going to leave with Cavour, or do you follow my request!" Jerome Bonaparte's tone revealed a condescending aura.
"I..." Virnia was silent again.
"I told you, what I need is someone who can help me! Not an embroidered pillow, a tool just for venting!" Jerome Bonaparte said: "Your appearance really makes my heart beat, but What I like more is someone who can actually help me.”
"Those of your subordinates? Can't they help you?" Virnia asked suspiciously.
"In some cases, women are safer than men!" Jerome Bonaparte told Vernia.
"Aren't you afraid that I will sell you?" Virnia couldn't help but come out on impulse.
"You?" Jerome Bonaparte looked at Virnia again, he put away his smile and responded with an indifferent attitude: "If you are not afraid of falling into the Seine one day, you can Try it! For an ethereal dream, destroy the rest of your life."
Jerome Bonaparte naturally knew the identity of Vernia, and in order to intimidate Vernia, Jerome Bonaparte said to her again: "I have heard that in the old East there is a punishment for expressing a position, which will A piece of paper is placed on the person's cotton cloth. A piece of paper is really light, and it pours the piece of paper into the water. The paper will stick tightly to the face because of whoever it is. It won't take long for the prisoner to breathe gradually Difficult. [Virnia panic] They will try desperately to blow the paper off their faces, but everything is of no use? The feeling of suffocation will become stronger as time goes by, every minute and every second of you You will feel that death is coming quietly, and you really have nothing to do. At that time, the executioner will repeat the same trick and stick a wet paper on your face. Despair will fill your heart, and you will want to die. That's it.
When they find out that you are about to die, they will take down your paper intimately.
Then you will feel despair over and over again, and I believe that no one in me can withstand the repeated process from despair to hope to despair..."
"The devil...you are the devil..." Virnia, who was only thirteen years old, was obviously unable to accept the torture from Jerome Bonaparte. She pointed at Jerome Bonaparte with tears in her eyes and choked.
"Yes! I am the devil!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and admitted: "This world is also a world made of devils. Only powerful devils can control this country full of little devils!"
Virnia was once again logically **** off by Jerome Bonaparte.
After a while, Cavour, Prime Minister of Sardinia, appeared in the office of Jerome Bonaparte, who had come to bid farewell to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Yeah!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and said to Cavour: "I hope the Sardinian Kingdom and the French Empire can have closer cooperation in the future! Also, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Your gift I am very satisfied!"
A flash of surprise flashed in Cavour's eyes. He never expected that Jerome Bonaparte would strike so quickly. After all, he was just a 13-year-old child!
Cavour had some contempt for Jerome Bonaparte in his heart, trying to criticize Jerome Bonaparte on the moral high ground.
Cavour had forgotten that it was his decision that brought Virnia to the Tuileries.
"Then I'm relieved! I wish you a pleasant experience!" Cavour responded to Jerome Bonaparte with a smile, he was happy for Virnia's entry into the Tuileries Palace .
After Cavour left, Virnia appeared in the study again.
"Huh? I thought you had already returned with Cavour!" Jerome Bonaparte showed a nonchalant attitude again.
This time Virnia didn't seem to be provoked by Jerome Bonaparte. She had already wiped away her tears and said firmly to Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, I ask to stay with you to study!"
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On February 25, 1852, a company called the Intercity Railroad was quietly established.
At the same time, the French Railway Minister Baroche also made a high-profile announcement that the main trunk line of the French railway was almost completed, and the secondary line was under intense preparation, and the plan was likely to start in 1853.
Baroche's words can be said to have caused a thousand waves, and the middle class and bourgeois who tasted the profits brought by the first railways began to follow the secondary lines in full swing. Profitable business.
But how do they know that the second-level railway is basically a loss-making project. In the extreme, the construction of the railway itself is a loss-making business.
If they are really allowed to contribute, the Ministry of Railways may really have to consider whether they can withstand the riots caused by market risks.
Therefore, the bonds of the secondary railway were transferred to the Gaut bankers who were entrenched in the Banque de France in the form of contracts, and then they transported the loss-making shares to the Frankfurt Stock Exchange and the Brussels Stock Exchange in the form of packaging and listing. It is equivalent to Frankfurt and Brussels taking risks for the construction of the French railway.
When will the secondary rail risk explode, and when will Frankfurt 5 Brussels usher in a 19th century version of "Black Friday".
Jérôme Bonaparte roughly estimated the power of the railway financial bomb, and the Frankfurt Stock Exchange and the Brussels Stock Exchange would have to lose a layer of skin even if they got away with it.
Jerome Bonaparte, who planted a bomb in Germany, in order to prevent others from digging holes by himself, Jerome Bonaparte secretly contacted a group of leading figures in Saint-Simon's economics, and in their With the help (most of the work is done by them), a set of financial supervision mechanisms with administrative instructions as the main body is achieved.
The inspection team of this regulatory mechanism is mainly responsible for examining black money in the financial market, as well as fraudulent transfer of assets.
It can be said that it is the enhanced financial supervision policy of Jerome Bonaparte in the 1850s. Financial supervision and circuit breaker mechanism are enough to prevent micro-duo gradually stifling most financial crises in the bud.
If it wasn't for the times, Jérôme Bonaparte even wanted to rectify the operation of the financial real-name system.
In the end, I was persuaded by the scholars of the Saint-Simon's School of Economics.
Even so, Jerome Bonaparte was unavoidably scolded by some bankers as a tyrant behind his back.
Many middle-class little bourgeois also have a lot of criticisms about Jerome Bonaparte's supervision system. After the scars are forgotten, they think that Jerome Bonaparte's actions are hindering them in the capital. The market makes a profit.
The little Bourgeois projected all his distaste for the dictatorship system onto the supervisory mechanism. Only when the financial crisis broke out would they discover the advantages of the financial market under the control of executive orders.
It was sunny on March 3, 1852.
Jerome Bonaparte woke up from his sleep early in the morning and opened the window as usual.
A gentle spring breeze blew on Jerome Bonaparte's face and blew away Jerome Bonaparte's drowsiness.
Since mid-February to the present, the temperature in Paris has gradually increased, and the spring breeze has swept away the last chill in Paris, making the city once again exuding a scene of competition and vitality. Many aristocrats and Bourgeois left Paris for the winter in southern France. They also returned to Paris one after another, and Paris gradually woke up.
It was on this day that Cavour, who had stayed in Paris for more than half a month, set off to return to Sardinia.
"Dong Dong Dong!"
A familiar knock came from the door, and Jerome Bonaparte stretched out and said lightly, "Please come in."
The door opened slowly, and Jerome Bonaparte showed a look of surprise on his face.
It turned out that it was not Mokar who was standing at the door, but "Virnia" who had not seen him for a long time.
"What's wrong? Surprised!" Vernia's words revealed a little smugness.
"A little bit!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, his expression returning to his original indifference again.
hateful!
Virnia looked at the guy in front of him, and a nameless fire poured into his heart.
If he were not the emperor, he would definitely repair him severely.
Thirteen-year-old Virnia is not lacking in imagination. In her mind, she simulates countless scenes of repairing Jerome Bonaparte.
But there is no way to really restore these scenes.
"What? Are you going to say goodbye to me?" Jerome Bonaparte said to Virnia again.
"Of course not!" Virnia's two tiger teeth rubbed against each other.
If possible, she would like to bite this guy hard?
"Oh!" Jerome Bonaparte responded indifferently, and then changed into his pajamas in the bedroom as if no one else was around.
Virnia, who was standing at the door, was staring at Jerome Bonaparte, and she didn't seem to be ready to avoid it.
After Jerome Bonaparte took off all his clothes, Virnia subconsciously blurted out: "The money is very good!"
Then, knowing that she had lost her words, she slightly covered her mouth with her hand.
"Yeah! I think so too!" Jerome Bonaparte also nodded and responded to Vernia.
Immediately afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte walked slowly in front of Virnia, looking at Virnia in a beige place and wearing a feather ornament, he slowly stretched his retraction towards Virnia. Nia's face was as white as milk.
Just when Virnia thought that Jerome Bonaparte was going to touch his face, Jerome Bonaparte flicked Virnia's forehead with lightning speed.
The sudden attack forced Virnia to cover his forehead with his hand to prevent Jerome Bonaparte from attacking again.
"Don't get in the way!" Jerome Bonaparte left the bedroom along the gap left by Virnia.
"Give this lady a copy too!" Jerome Bonaparte, who was sitting in the main seat, pointed at Vernia, who seemed to be sulking, with a steel fork.
"Don't worry about it!" Vernia responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Then there's no need!" Jerome Bonaparte once again brought into play the nature of "steel".
In the whole of France, only others will accommodate him, but he will never accommodate others.
Jerome Bonaparte, who was full, and Vernia, who had not eaten at all, left the restaurant and went to the study.
"Sit down!" Jerome Bonaparte invited Vernia to sit down, and he asked solemnly, with his hands folded in front of his chest, "Ms. Vernia, have you considered it!"
"What considerations?" Vernia asked Jerome Bonaparte.
"Are you going to leave with Cavour, or do you follow my request!" Jerome Bonaparte's tone revealed a condescending aura.
"I..." Virnia was silent again.
"I told you, what I need is someone who can help me! Not an embroidered pillow, a tool just for venting!" Jerome Bonaparte said: "Your appearance really makes my heart beat, but What I like more is someone who can actually help me.”
"Those of your subordinates? Can't they help you?" Virnia asked suspiciously.
"In some cases, women are safer than men!" Jerome Bonaparte told Vernia.
"Aren't you afraid that I will sell you?" Virnia couldn't help but come out on impulse.
"You?" Jerome Bonaparte looked at Virnia again, he put away his smile and responded with an indifferent attitude: "If you are not afraid of falling into the Seine one day, you can Try it! For an ethereal dream, destroy the rest of your life."
Jerome Bonaparte naturally knew the identity of Vernia, and in order to intimidate Vernia, Jerome Bonaparte said to her again: "I have heard that in the old East there is a punishment for expressing a position, which will A piece of paper is placed on the person's cotton cloth. A piece of paper is really light, and it pours the piece of paper into the water. The paper will stick tightly to the face because of whoever it is. It won't take long for the prisoner to breathe gradually Difficult. [Virnia panic] They will try desperately to blow the paper off their faces, but everything is of no use? The feeling of suffocation will become stronger as time goes by, every minute and every second of you You will feel that death is coming quietly, and you really have nothing to do. At that time, the executioner will repeat the same trick and stick a wet paper on your face. Despair will fill your heart, and you will want to die. That's it.
When they find out that you are about to die, they will take down your paper intimately.
Then you will feel despair over and over again, and I believe that no one in me can withstand the repeated process from despair to hope to despair..."
"The devil...you are the devil..." Virnia, who was only thirteen years old, was obviously unable to accept the torture from Jerome Bonaparte. She pointed at Jerome Bonaparte with tears in her eyes and choked.
"Yes! I am the devil!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and admitted: "This world is also a world made of devils. Only powerful devils can control this country full of little devils!"
Virnia was once again logically **** off by Jerome Bonaparte.
After a while, Cavour, Prime Minister of Sardinia, appeared in the office of Jerome Bonaparte, who had come to bid farewell to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Yeah!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and said to Cavour: "I hope the Sardinian Kingdom and the French Empire can have closer cooperation in the future! Also, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Your gift I am very satisfied!"
A flash of surprise flashed in Cavour's eyes. He never expected that Jerome Bonaparte would strike so quickly. After all, he was just a 13-year-old child!
Cavour had some contempt for Jerome Bonaparte in his heart, trying to criticize Jerome Bonaparte on the moral high ground.
Cavour had forgotten that it was his decision that brought Virnia to the Tuileries.
"Then I'm relieved! I wish you a pleasant experience!" Cavour responded to Jerome Bonaparte with a smile, he was happy for Virnia's entry into the Tuileries Palace .
After Cavour left, Virnia appeared in the study again.
"Huh? I thought you had already returned with Cavour!" Jerome Bonaparte showed a nonchalant attitude again.
This time Virnia didn't seem to be provoked by Jerome Bonaparte. She had already wiped away her tears and said firmly to Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, I ask to stay with you to study!"
On February 25, 1852, a company called the Intercity Railroad was quietly established.At the same time, the French Railway Minister Baroche also made a high-profile announcement that the main trunk line of the French railway was almost completed, and the secondary line was under intense preparation, and the plan was likely to start in 1853.Baroche's words can be said to have caused a thousand waves, and the middle class and bourgeois who tasted the profits brought by the first railways began to follow the secondary lines in full swing. Profitable business.But how do they know that the second-level railway is basically a loss-making project. In the extreme, the construction of the railway itself is a loss-making business.If they are really allowed to contribute, the Ministry of Railways may really have to consider whether they can withstand the riots caused by market risks.Therefore, the bonds of the secondary railway were transferred to the Gaut bankers who were entrenched in the Banque de France in the form of contracts, and then they transported the loss-making shares to the Frankfurt Stock Exchange and the Brussels Stock Exchange in the form of packaging and listing. It is equivalent to Frankfurt and Brussels taking risks for the construction of the French railway.When will the secondary rail risk explode, and when will Frankfurt 5 Brussels usher in a 19th century version of "Black Friday".Jrme Bonaparte roughly estimated the power of the railway financial bomb, and the Frankfurt Stock Exchange and the Brussels Stock Exchange would have to lose a layer of skin even if they got away with it.Jerome Bonaparte, who planted a bomb in Germany, in order to prevent others from digging holes by himself, Jerome Bonaparte secretly contacted a group of leading figures in Saint-Simon's economics, and in their With the help most of the work is done by them, a set of financial supervision mechanisms with administrative instructions as the main body is achieved.The inspection team of this regulatory mechanism is mainly responsible for examining black money in the financial market, as well as fraudulent transfer of assets.It can be said that it is the enhanced financial supervision policy of Jerome Bonaparte in the 1850s. Financial supervision and circuit breaker mechanism are enough to prevent micro-duo gradually stifling most financial crises in the bud.If it wasn't for the times, Jrme Bonaparte even wanted to rectify the operation of the financial real-name system.In the end, I was persuaded by the scholars of the Saint-Simon's School of Economics.Even so, Jerome Bonaparte was unavoidably scolded by some bankers as a tyrant behind his back.Many middle-class little bourgeois also have a lot of criticisms about Jerome Bonaparte's supervision system. After the scars are forgotten, they think that Jerome Bonaparte's actions are hindering them in the capital. The market makes a profit.The little Bourgeois projected all his distaste for the dictatorship system onto the supervisory mechanism. Only when the financial crisis broke out would they discover the advantages of the financial market under the control of executive orders.It was sunny on March 3, 1852.Jerome Bonaparte woke up from his sleep early in the morning and opened the window as usual.A gentle spring breeze blew on Jerome Bonaparte's face and blew away Jerome Bonaparte's drowsiness.Since mid-February to the present, the temperature in Paris has gradually increased, and the spring breeze has swept away the last chill in Paris, making the city once again exuding a scene of competition and vitality. Many aristocrats and Bourgeois left Paris for the winter in southern France. They also returned to Paris one after another, and Paris gradually woke up.It was on this day that Cavour, who had stayed in Paris for more than half a month, set off to return to Sardinia."Dong Dong Dong!"A familiar knock came from the door, and Jerome Bonaparte stretched out and said lightly, "Please come in."The door opened slowly, and Jerome Bonaparte showed a look of surprise on his face.It turned out that it was not Mokar who was standing at the door, but "Virnia" who had not seen him for a long time."What's wrong? Surprised!" Vernia's words revealed a little smugness."A little bit!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, his expression returning to his original indifference again.hateful!Virnia looked at the guy in front of him, and a nameless fire poured into his heart.If he were not the emperor, he would definitely repair him severely.Thirteen-year-old Virnia is not lacking in imagination. In her mind, she simulates countless scenes of repairing Jerome Bonaparte.But there is no way to really restore these scenes."What? Are you going to say goodbye to me?" Jerome Bonaparte said to Virnia again."Of course not!" Virnia's two tiger teeth rubbed against each other.If possible, she would like to bite this guy hard?"Oh!" Jerome Bonaparte responded indifferently, and then changed into his pajamas in the bedroom as if no one else was around.Virnia, who was standing at the door, was staring at Jerome Bonaparte, and she didn't seem to be ready to avoid it.After Jerome Bonaparte took off all his clothes, Virnia subconsciously blurted out: "The money is very good!"Then, knowing that she had lost her words, she slightly covered her mouth with her hand."Yeah! I think so too!" Jerome Bonaparte also nodded and responded to Vernia.Immediately afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte walked slowly in front of Virnia, looking at Virnia in a beige place and wearing a feather ornament, he slowly stretched his retraction towards Virnia. Nia's face was as white as milk.Just when Virnia thought that Jerome Bonaparte was going to touch his face, Jerome Bonaparte flicked Virnia's forehead with lightning speed.The sudden attack forced Virnia to cover his forehead with his hand to prevent Jerome Bonaparte from attacking again."Don't get in the way!" Jerome Bonaparte left the bedroom along the gap left by Virnia."Give this lady a copy too!" Jerome Bonaparte, who was sitting in the main seat, pointed at Vernia, who seemed to be sulking, with a steel fork."Don't worry about it!" Vernia responded to Jerome Bonaparte."Then there's no need!" Jerome Bonaparte once again brought into play the nature of "steel".In the whole of France, only others will accommodate him, but he will never accommodate others.Jerome Bonaparte, who was full, and Vernia, who had not eaten at all, left the restaurant and went to the study."Sit down!" Jerome Bonaparte invited Vernia to sit down, and he asked solemnly, with his hands folded in front of his chest, "Ms. Vernia, have you considered it!""What considerations?" Vernia asked Jerome Bonaparte."Are you going to leave with Cavour, or do you follow my request!" Jerome Bonaparte's tone revealed a condescending aura."I..." Virnia was silent again."I told you, what I need is someone who can help me! Not an embroidered pillow, a tool just for venting!" Jerome Bonaparte said: "Your appearance really makes my heart beat, but What I like more is someone who can actually help me."Those of your subordinates? Can't they help you?" Virnia asked suspiciously."In some cases, women are safer than men!" Jerome Bonaparte told Vernia."Aren't you afraid that I will sell you?" Virnia couldn't help but come out on impulse."You?" Jerome Bonaparte looked at Virnia again, he put away his smile and responded with an indifferent attitude: "If you are not afraid of falling into the Seine one day, you can Try it! For an ethereal dream, destroy the rest of your life."Jerome Bonaparte naturally knew the identity of Vernia, and in order to intimidate Vernia, Jerome Bonaparte said to her again: "I have heard that in the old East there is a punishment for expressing a position, which will A piece of paper is placed on the person's cotton cloth. A piece of paper is really light, and it pours the piece of paper into the water. The paper will stick tightly to the face because of whoever it is. It won't take long for the prisoner to breathe gradually Difficult. Virnia panic They will try desperately to blow the paper off their faces, but everything is of no use? The feeling of suffocation will become stronger as time goes by, every minute and every second of you You will feel that death is coming quietly, and you really have nothing to do. At that time, the executioner will repeat the same trick and stick a wet paper on your face. Despair will fill your heart, and you will want to die. That's it.When they find out that you are about to die, they will take down your paper intimately.Then you will feel despair over and over again, and I believe that no one in me can withstand the repeated process from despair to hope to despair...""The devil...you are the devil..." Virnia, who was only thirteen years old, was obviously unable to accept the torture from Jerome Bonaparte. She pointed at Jerome Bonaparte with tears in her eyes and choked."Yes! I am the devil!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and admitted: "This world is also a world made of devils. Only powerful devils can control this country full of little devils!"Virnia was once again logically **** off by Jerome Bonaparte.After a while, Cavour, Prime Minister of Sardinia, appeared in the office of Jerome Bonaparte, who had come to bid farewell to Jerome Bonaparte."Yeah!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and said to Cavour: "I hope the Sardinian Kingdom and the French Empire can have closer cooperation in the future! Also, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Your gift I am very satisfied!"A flash of surprise flashed in Cavour's eyes. He never expected that Jerome Bonaparte would strike so quickly. After all, he was just a 13-year-old child!Cavour had some contempt for Jerome Bonaparte in his heart, trying to criticize Jerome Bonaparte on the moral high ground.Cavour had forgotten that it was his decision that brought Virnia to the Tuileries."Then I'm relieved! I wish you a pleasant experience!" Cavour responded to Jerome Bonaparte with a smile, he was happy for Virnia's entry into the Tuileries Palace .After Cavour left, Virnia appeared in the study again."Huh? I thought you had already returned with Cavour!" Jerome Bonaparte showed a nonchalant attitude again.This time Virnia didn't seem to be provoked by Jerome Bonaparte. She had already wiped away her tears and said firmly to Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, I ask to stay with you to study!"
