Chapter 381: Paris housing crisis
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Just when the ancient Ottoman Empire was preparing to continue to use delaying tactics to quarrel and trouble each other over the Russian Empire, Paris, which is more than 2,000 kilometers away from Constantinople, was troubled by certain problems.
This kind of trouble is different from the Ottoman emperor and his ministers who are troubled by the uncertain future. Paris is troubled by its rapid changes.
In the more than a year of the reorganization of the Seine municipal government, narrow roads have been renovated and widened; thousands of buildings have been purchased and demolished at suitable prices, from the Gare de l’Est to the Place de la Concorde;
The small half of Paris is shrouded in grayish-yellow dust all day long. After the dust dissipates, the Louvre Hotel, Paris department stores, elevators, short-lived electric (arc) lamps... Many products that can only appear in the industrial age It's like standing in Paris overnight.
In this thousand-year-old Seine province, the relics of history (old neighborhoods) and new things (new streets) complement each other to build this ancient city, and old Paris once again glows with its due charm .
All of this stemmed from the desire to build a new Paris, which led to a revolution that was initiated by none other than the "King" Haussmann high official living in the city hall of the Seine, and Standing behind the Baron Ottoman, Emperor Jerome Bonaparte.
Jerome Bonaparte and his high-ranking officials held a magic wand called Infrastructure, and with a single finger, the narrow street quickly widened to three times its original size, and the old telescopic apartment was transformed into a brand-new hotel in a blink of an eye. ,hotel.
However, this magical magic is based on the thousands of proletarians hidden under the magic. In other words, it was not the emperor and high officials who really built the city with their hands, but the workers and masons living in Paris... the proletarians who were shivering in the cellars.
Those workers who had been betrayed by Paris and expelled from Paris, the contractors on the construction site "invited" to return to Paris to participate in the construction of Paris.
These guys, known as the pioneers of cattle and horses in later generations, are creating Paris with their hands. Whenever the night is quiet, there are always sparks from a distance, and the pickaxe is beating in the ear. Brick, they take a meager salary every day and breathe the dust that is harmful to the body, but they can't leave an inch of space in this city.
The desire for housing not only affected the hearts of the Parisian workers, but also the hearts of the emperor who lived in the Tuileries Palace.
On May 13, 1853, a drizzle fell again in Paris in a temperate maritime climate.
After the dense raindrops broke free from the shackles of the clouds, under the influence of gravity, they kept falling to the ground like a joy, as if they were playing a happy music for the new life of the city.
In this haze, a figure came out of the Palace of Fontainebleau, followed by a soldier in a light blue military uniform.
The two set off from the Champs-Elysées with umbrellas in tandem, walked along the Champs-Elysées to the end, turned right, and continued along the newly built Rue de Rivaux.
On this avenue with a width of nearly 60 meters, smelling the fragrance of the earth from the cyclization, and feeling the slight moistness from the trousers, Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help speeding up his pace, standing beside him The adjutant Edgar Ney next to him also accelerated his pace.
The two continued to walk along Rue Rivor for nearly 20 minutes again. The rain gradually eased, and the Place Chatelet and Paris City Hall at the end of Rue Rivor appeared in front of them.
The destination of Jerome Bonaparte's trip was the Paris City Hall.
The emperor who walked to the city hall just stepped on the door of the city hall when he heard the exclamation from the staff inside the city hall.
Needless to say, they were surprised that the emperor arrived "without permission" without greeting.
"Hello!" Jerome Bonaparte greeted the staff in the city hall with a smile, and at the same time pressed his hand down to show his silence.
After a brief period of surprise, the staff in the hall returned to the proper order again.
Then, Jerome Bonaparte pointed out a lucky clerk to lead him.
The clerk looked at Jérôme Bonaparte excitedly, his mouth trembling, unable to utter a word.
The surrounding crowd also cast an envious and jealous look at him.
Under the leadership of the clerk, Jérôme Bonaparte walked up the stairs and soon came to the top floor of the Paris City Hall.
Walking along the red-carpeted corridor to the end, the sign of the high-ranking official's office was hung on the wall.
"Your Majesty, this is it!" The clerk pointed to the door and said to Jerome Bonaparte deferentially.
"Thank you very much!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and thanked the clerk in front of him.
"No...nothing!" The clerk waved his hand at a loss. In his opinion, this was just a matter of a little effort.
"Okay! You can go back to work!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to the clerk.
"Yes! Your Majesty!" The clerk hurriedly saluted Jerome Bonaparte and left.
Jerome Bonaparte, who was standing at the door of the high-ranking official's office, showed a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth. After taking a step back sideways, he motioned for Edgar Ney to knock on the door.
Following Jerome Bonaparte's order, Edgar Ney knocked on the door of the senior Ottoman official. After a while, the voice of the senior Ottoman official came from the door: "Who?"
"Don't tell him!" Jerome Bonaparte whispered to Brigadier General Edgar Ney next to him.
Looking at the unpleasant emperor, Edgar Ney could only do as he did: "Your Excellency, there is an important document that needs your signature!"
"Then bring it in!" Osman's voice came out again.
Jerome Bonaparte motioned for Edgar Ney to stay at the door and wait, while he carefully pushed open the door of the high-ranking official's office without making a single sound.
Looking in through the door, George Osman was concentrating on lowering his head to modify something, and behind him was a panorama of Paris. The panorama was full of red-marked locations, some of which had already been completed. Some are undergoing or planning to be remodeled.
"Your Excellency Haussmann, your documents!" Jerome Bonaparte said to George Haussmann in a choked voice.
"Let's put it there!" Haussmann didn't lift his head, pointed to the sofa beside him and motioned Jerome Bonaparte to put the document on the sofa.
Jerome Bonaparte tiptoed to George Haussmann's side. Standing on the left, he found that in Haussmann's hand was a more detailed drawing of some blocks on the left bank of the Seine. George Osman is marked in red, and it seems that it should be the area where construction is about to start.
Just as Jerome Bonaparte tilted his head to check the contents of the drawing, Haussmann raised his head and said impatiently, "I didn't ask you to..." He was halfway through when he suddenly realized that he was in front of him. The man turned out to be the emperor.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!" The sudden "surprise" made George Osman a little surprised, and even a little frightened. After the fright, he was thankful that he didn't say anything inappropriate.
"Yeah!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded lightly at Osman, then pointed to Osman's red mark on the drawing and asked, "Are these all streets that need to be demolished?"
Haussmann hurriedly stood up to give up his seat for Jerome Bonaparte, and Jerome Bonaparte also sat down unceremoniously.
"That's right!" Baron Haussmann pointed to the city and replied to Jerome Bonaparte: "The Saint-Michel district with the Luxembourg Palace as the center is the focus of this renovation!"
"Saint-Michel, Saint-Michel..." Jerome Bonaparte muttered in a low voice, while knocking on the desks of senior officials without rhythm.
"Your Majesty... The renovation of the Saint-Michel district will help to enhance the appearance of Paris!" George Haussmann said cautiously to Jerome Bonaparte, for fear that Jerome Bonaparte would reject his proposal.
The stubborn city councillors dealing with the city council have exhausted him physically and mentally, and if the emperor does not support him, then the reconstruction plan of the district of St. Michel will be completely aborted.
"How much money do you plan to spend to take these streets!" Jerome Bonaparte asked George Haussmann, pointing to the area marked in red on the map.
"The city hall has allocated 40 million francs for the renovation of the Saint-Michel area!" Haussmann quickly responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
"How about the placement of personnel and assets?" Jerome Bonaparte asked again.
"The city government plans to send public officials to the areas where construction needs to be carried out before construction starts ~www.novelhall.com~ to carry out asset appraisals! Compensation will be based on assets," continued Baron Ottoman.
"Since you said asset appraisal, how do you plan to prevent a series of problems during asset appraisal? For example, the owner of the house raises the price of goods in the house, and the price of the house is levied according to the price of that year. ?" Jerome Bonaparte asked George Haussmann one by one.
These problems have always been a big problem in Jerome Bonaparte's previous life, especially the problem of inflated quotations.
So much so that the term "demolition of the second generation" has been derived on the Internet.
George Osman opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, and then he could only bite the bullet and respond: "This is my mistake!"
"There is no right to speak without investigation! I hope that when you carry out urban renovation, you can know the specific price of the house that needs to be renovated in advance! Otherwise, the demolition is likely to deplete the government's finances. In order to make up for the loss, the government has to make up for it. Losses are recouped through various taxes, and those who instigate urban renovations will also recoup losses by passing on rents.
By that time, all of Paris will become our biggest opposition! "
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Just when the ancient Ottoman Empire was preparing to continue to use delaying tactics to quarrel and trouble each other over the Russian Empire, Paris, which is more than 2,000 kilometers away from Constantinople, was troubled by certain problems.
This kind of trouble is different from the Ottoman emperor and his ministers who are troubled by the uncertain future. Paris is troubled by its rapid changes.
In the more than a year of the reorganization of the Seine municipal government, narrow roads have been renovated and widened; thousands of buildings have been purchased and demolished at suitable prices, from the Gare de l’Est to the Place de la Concorde;
The small half of Paris is shrouded in grayish-yellow dust all day long. After the dust dissipates, the Louvre Hotel, Paris department stores, elevators, short-lived electric (arc) lamps... Many products that can only appear in the industrial age It's like standing in Paris overnight.
In this thousand-year-old Seine province, the relics of history (old neighborhoods) and new things (new streets) complement each other to build this ancient city, and old Paris once again glows with its due charm .
All of this stemmed from the desire to build a new Paris, which led to a revolution that was initiated by none other than the "King" Haussmann high official living in the city hall of the Seine, and Standing behind the Baron Ottoman, Emperor Jerome Bonaparte.
Jerome Bonaparte and his high-ranking officials held a magic wand called Infrastructure, and with a single finger, the narrow street quickly widened to three times its original size, and the old telescopic apartment was transformed into a brand-new hotel in a blink of an eye. ,hotel.
However, this magical magic is based on the thousands of proletarians hidden under the magic. In other words, it was not the emperor and high officials who really built the city with their hands, but the workers and masons living in Paris... the proletarians who were shivering in the cellars.
Those workers who had been betrayed by Paris and expelled from Paris, the contractors on the construction site "invited" to return to Paris to participate in the construction of Paris.
These guys, known as the pioneers of cattle and horses in later generations, are creating Paris with their hands. Whenever the night is quiet, there are always sparks from a distance, and the pickaxe is beating in the ear. Brick, they take a meager salary every day and breathe the dust that is harmful to the body, but they can't leave an inch of space in this city.
The desire for housing not only affected the hearts of the Parisian workers, but also the hearts of the emperor who lived in the Tuileries Palace.
On May 13, 1853, a drizzle fell again in Paris in a temperate maritime climate.
After the dense raindrops broke free from the shackles of the clouds, under the influence of gravity, they kept falling to the ground like a joy, as if they were playing a happy music for the new life of the city.
In this haze, a figure came out of the Palace of Fontainebleau, followed by a soldier in a light blue military uniform.
The two set off from the Champs-Elysées with umbrellas in tandem, walked along the Champs-Elysées to the end, turned right, and continued along the newly built Rue de Rivaux.
On this avenue with a width of nearly 60 meters, smelling the fragrance of the earth from the cyclization, and feeling the slight moistness from the trousers, Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help speeding up his pace, standing beside him The adjutant Edgar Ney next to him also accelerated his pace.
The two continued to walk along Rue Rivor for nearly 20 minutes again. The rain gradually eased, and the Place Chatelet and Paris City Hall at the end of Rue Rivor appeared in front of them.
The destination of Jerome Bonaparte's trip was the Paris City Hall.
The emperor who walked to the city hall just stepped on the door of the city hall when he heard the exclamation from the staff inside the city hall.
Needless to say, they were surprised that the emperor arrived "without permission" without greeting.
"Hello!" Jerome Bonaparte greeted the staff in the city hall with a smile, and at the same time pressed his hand down to show his silence.
After a brief period of surprise, the staff in the hall returned to the proper order again.
Then, Jerome Bonaparte pointed out a lucky clerk to lead him.
The clerk looked at Jérôme Bonaparte excitedly, his mouth trembling, unable to utter a word.
The surrounding crowd also cast an envious and jealous look at him.
Under the leadership of the clerk, Jérôme Bonaparte walked up the stairs and soon came to the top floor of the Paris City Hall.
Walking along the red-carpeted corridor to the end, the sign of the high-ranking official's office was hung on the wall.
"Your Majesty, this is it!" The clerk pointed to the door and said to Jerome Bonaparte deferentially.
"Thank you very much!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and thanked the clerk in front of him.
"No...nothing!" The clerk waved his hand at a loss. In his opinion, this was just a matter of a little effort.
"Okay! You can go back to work!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to the clerk.
"Yes! Your Majesty!" The clerk hurriedly saluted Jerome Bonaparte and left.
Jerome Bonaparte, who was standing at the door of the high-ranking official's office, showed a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth. After taking a step back sideways, he motioned for Edgar Ney to knock on the door.
Following Jerome Bonaparte's order, Edgar Ney knocked on the door of the senior Ottoman official. After a while, the voice of the senior Ottoman official came from the door: "Who?"
"Don't tell him!" Jerome Bonaparte whispered to Brigadier General Edgar Ney next to him.
Looking at the unpleasant emperor, Edgar Ney could only do as he did: "Your Excellency, there is an important document that needs your signature!"
"Then bring it in!" Osman's voice came out again.
Jerome Bonaparte motioned for Edgar Ney to stay at the door and wait, while he carefully pushed open the door of the high-ranking official's office without making a single sound.
Looking in through the door, George Osman was concentrating on lowering his head to modify something, and behind him was a panorama of Paris. The panorama was full of red-marked locations, some of which had already been completed. Some are undergoing or planning to be remodeled.
"Your Excellency Haussmann, your documents!" Jerome Bonaparte said to George Haussmann in a choked voice.
"Let's put it there!" Haussmann didn't lift his head, pointed to the sofa beside him and motioned Jerome Bonaparte to put the document on the sofa.
Jerome Bonaparte tiptoed to George Haussmann's side. Standing on the left, he found that in Haussmann's hand was a more detailed drawing of some blocks on the left bank of the Seine. George Osman is marked in red, and it seems that it should be the area where construction is about to start.
Just as Jerome Bonaparte tilted his head to check the contents of the drawing, Haussmann raised his head and said impatiently, "I didn't ask you to..." He was halfway through when he suddenly realized that he was in front of him. The man turned out to be the emperor.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!" The sudden "surprise" made George Osman a little surprised, and even a little frightened. After the fright, he was thankful that he didn't say anything inappropriate.
"Yeah!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded lightly at Osman, then pointed to Osman's red mark on the drawing and asked, "Are these all streets that need to be demolished?"
Haussmann hurriedly stood up to give up his seat for Jerome Bonaparte, and Jerome Bonaparte also sat down unceremoniously.
"That's right!" Baron Haussmann pointed to the city and replied to Jerome Bonaparte: "The Saint-Michel district with the Luxembourg Palace as the center is the focus of this renovation!"
"Saint-Michel, Saint-Michel..." Jerome Bonaparte muttered in a low voice, while knocking on the desks of senior officials without rhythm.
"Your Majesty... The renovation of the Saint-Michel district will help to enhance the appearance of Paris!" George Haussmann said cautiously to Jerome Bonaparte, for fear that Jerome Bonaparte would reject his proposal.
The stubborn city councillors dealing with the city council have exhausted him physically and mentally, and if the emperor does not support him, then the reconstruction plan of the district of St. Michel will be completely aborted.
"How much money do you plan to spend to take these streets!" Jerome Bonaparte asked George Haussmann, pointing to the area marked in red on the map.
"The city hall has allocated 40 million francs for the renovation of the Saint-Michel area!" Haussmann quickly responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
"How about the placement of personnel and assets?" Jerome Bonaparte asked again.
"The city government plans to send public officials to the areas where construction needs to be carried out before construction starts ~www.novelhall.com~ to carry out asset appraisals! Compensation will be based on assets," continued Baron Ottoman.
"Since you said asset appraisal, how do you plan to prevent a series of problems during asset appraisal? For example, the owner of the house raises the price of goods in the house, and the price of the house is levied according to the price of that year. ?" Jerome Bonaparte asked George Haussmann one by one.
These problems have always been a big problem in Jerome Bonaparte's previous life, especially the problem of inflated quotations.
So much so that the term "demolition of the second generation" has been derived on the Internet.
George Osman opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, and then he could only bite the bullet and respond: "This is my mistake!"
"There is no right to speak without investigation! I hope that when you carry out urban renovation, you can know the specific price of the house that needs to be renovated in advance! Otherwise, the demolition is likely to deplete the government's finances. In order to make up for the loss, the government has to make up for it. Losses are recouped through various taxes, and those who instigate urban renovations will also recoup losses by passing on rents.
By that time, all of Paris will become our biggest opposition! "
Just when the ancient Ottoman Empire was preparing to continue to use delaying tactics to quarrel and trouble each other over the Russian Empire, Paris, which is more than 2,000 kilometers away from Constantinople, was troubled by certain problems.This kind of trouble is different from the Ottoman emperor and his ministers who are troubled by the uncertain future. Paris is troubled by its rapid changes.In the more than a year of the reorganization of the Seine municipal government, narrow roads have been renovated and widened; thousands of buildings have been purchased and demolished at suitable prices, from the Gare de l'Est to the Place de la Concorde;The small half of Paris is shrouded in grayish-yellow dust all day long. After the dust dissipates, the Louvre Hotel, Paris department stores, elevators, short-lived electric arc lamps... Many products that can only appear in the industrial age It's like standing in Paris overnight.In this thousand-year-old Seine province, the relics of history old neighborhoods and new things new streets complement each other to build this ancient city, and old Paris once again glows with its due charm .All of this stemmed from the desire to build a new Paris, which led to a revolution that was initiated by none other than the "King" Haussmann high official living in the city hall of the Seine, and Standing behind the Baron Ottoman, Emperor Jerome Bonaparte.Jerome Bonaparte and his high-ranking officials held a magic wand called Infrastructure, and with a single finger, the narrow street quickly widened to three times its original size, and the old telescopic apartment was transformed into a brand-new hotel in a blink of an eye. ,hotel.However, this magical magic is based on the thousands of proletarians hidden under the magic. In other words, it was not the emperor and high officials who really built the city with their hands, but the workers and masons living in Paris... the proletarians who were shivering in the cellars.Those workers who had been betrayed by Paris and expelled from Paris, the contractors on the construction site "invited" to return to Paris to participate in the construction of Paris.These guys, known as the pioneers of cattle and horses in later generations, are creating Paris with their hands. Whenever the night is quiet, there are always sparks from a distance, and the pickaxe is beating in the ear. Brick, they take a meager salary every day and breathe the dust that is harmful to the body, but they can't leave an inch of space in this city.The desire for housing not only affected the hearts of the Parisian workers, but also the hearts of the emperor who lived in the Tuileries Palace.On May 13, 1853, a drizzle fell again in Paris in a temperate maritime climate.After the dense raindrops broke free from the shackles of the clouds, under the influence of gravity, they kept falling to the ground like a joy, as if they were playing a happy music for the new life of the city.In this haze, a figure came out of the Palace of Fontainebleau, followed by a soldier in a light blue military uniform.The two set off from the Champs-Elyses with umbrellas in tandem, walked along the Champs-Elyses to the end, turned right, and continued along the newly built Rue de Rivaux.On this avenue with a width of nearly 60 meters, smelling the fragrance of the earth from the cyclization, and feeling the slight moistness from the trousers, Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help speeding up his pace, standing beside him The adjutant Edgar Ney next to him also accelerated his pace.The two continued to walk along Rue Rivor for nearly 20 minutes again. The rain gradually eased, and the Place Chatelet and Paris City Hall at the end of Rue Rivor appeared in front of them.The destination of Jerome Bonaparte's trip was the Paris City Hall.The emperor who walked to the city hall just stepped on the door of the city hall when he heard the exclamation from the staff inside the city hall.Needless to say, they were surprised that the emperor arrived "without permission" without greeting."Hello!" Jerome Bonaparte greeted the staff in the city hall with a smile, and at the same time pressed his hand down to show his silence.After a brief period of surprise, the staff in the hall returned to the proper order again.Then, Jerome Bonaparte pointed out a lucky clerk to lead him.The clerk looked at Jrme Bonaparte excitedly, his mouth trembling, unable to utter a word.The surrounding crowd also cast an envious and jealous look at him.Under the leadership of the clerk, Jrme Bonaparte walked up the stairs and soon came to the top floor of the Paris City Hall.Walking along the red-carpeted corridor to the end, the sign of the high-ranking official's office was hung on the wall."Your Majesty, this is it!" The clerk pointed to the door and said to Jerome Bonaparte deferentially."Thank you very much!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and thanked the clerk in front of him."No...nothing!" The clerk waved his hand at a loss. In his opinion, this was just a matter of a little effort."Okay! You can go back to work!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to the clerk."Yes! Your Majesty!" The clerk hurriedly saluted Jerome Bonaparte and left.Jerome Bonaparte, who was standing at the door of the high-ranking official's office, showed a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth. After taking a step back sideways, he motioned for Edgar Ney to knock on the door.Following Jerome Bonaparte's order, Edgar Ney knocked on the door of the senior Ottoman official. After a while, the voice of the senior Ottoman official came from the door: "Who?""Don't tell him!" Jerome Bonaparte whispered to Brigadier General Edgar Ney next to him.Looking at the unpleasant emperor, Edgar Ney could only do as he did: "Your Excellency, there is an important document that needs your signature!""Then bring it in!" Osman's voice came out again.Jerome Bonaparte motioned for Edgar Ney to stay at the door and wait, while he carefully pushed open the door of the high-ranking official's office without making a single sound.Looking in through the door, George Osman was concentrating on lowering his head to modify something, and behind him was a panorama of Paris. The panorama was full of red-marked locations, some of which had already been completed. Some are undergoing or planning to be remodeled."Your Excellency Haussmann, your documents!" Jerome Bonaparte said to George Haussmann in a choked voice."Let's put it there!" Haussmann didn't lift his head, pointed to the sofa beside him and motioned Jerome Bonaparte to put the document on the sofa.Jerome Bonaparte tiptoed to George Haussmann's side. Standing on the left, he found that in Haussmann's hand was a more detailed drawing of some blocks on the left bank of the Seine. George Osman is marked in red, and it seems that it should be the area where construction is about to start.Just as Jerome Bonaparte tilted his head to check the contents of the drawing, Haussmann raised his head and said impatiently, "I didn't ask you to..." He was halfway through when he suddenly realized that he was in front of him. The man turned out to be the emperor."Your Majesty... Your Majesty!" The sudden "surprise" made George Osman a little surprised, and even a little frightened. After the fright, he was thankful that he didn't say anything inappropriate."Yeah!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded lightly at Osman, then pointed to Osman's red mark on the drawing and asked, "Are these all streets that need to be demolished?"Haussmann hurriedly stood up to give up his seat for Jerome Bonaparte, and Jerome Bonaparte also sat down unceremoniously."That's right!" Baron Haussmann pointed to the city and replied to Jerome Bonaparte: "The Saint-Michel district with the Luxembourg Palace as the center is the focus of this renovation!""Saint-Michel, Saint-Michel..." Jerome Bonaparte muttered in a low voice, while knocking on the desks of senior officials without rhythm."Your Majesty... The renovation of the Saint-Michel district will help to enhance the appearance of Paris!" George Haussmann said cautiously to Jerome Bonaparte, for fear that Jerome Bonaparte would reject his proposal.The stubborn city councillors dealing with the city council have exhausted him physically and mentally, and if the emperor does not support him, then the reconstruction plan of the district of St. Michel will be completely aborted."How much money do you plan to spend to take these streets!" Jerome Bonaparte asked George Haussmann, pointing to the area marked in red on the map."The city hall has allocated 40 million francs for the renovation of the Saint-Michel area!" Haussmann quickly responded to Jerome Bonaparte."How about the placement of personnel and assets?" Jerome Bonaparte asked again."The city government plans to send public officials to the areas where construction needs to be carried out before construction starts ~www.novelhall.com~ to carry out asset appraisals! Compensation will be based on assets," continued Baron Ottoman."Since you said asset appraisal, how do you plan to prevent a series of problems during asset appraisal? For example, the owner of the house raises the price of goods in the house, and the price of the house is levied according to the price of that year. ?" Jerome Bonaparte asked George Haussmann one by one.These problems have always been a big problem in Jerome Bonaparte's previous life, especially the problem of inflated quotations.So much so that the term "demolition of the second generation" has been derived on the Internet.George Osman opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, and then he could only bite the bullet and respond: "This is my mistake!""There is no right to speak without investigation! I hope that when you carry out urban renovation, you can know the specific price of the house that needs to be renovated in advance! Otherwise, the demolition is likely to deplete the government's finances. In order to make up for the loss, the government has to make up for it. Losses are recouped through various taxes, and those who instigate urban renovations will also recoup losses by passing on rents.By that time, all of Paris will become our biggest opposition! "
