Chapter 792: Hierarchy (below)
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"Trouble!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and replied to the old woman.
"You're welcome, sir!" The old woman showed a kind smile on her old and wrinkled face, and then she asked Jerome Bonaparte if she needed to add some sugar cubes or milk.
"Add some sugar! It doesn't need to be too sweet!" Jerome Bonaparte said to the old woman with a smile.
After a while, the old woman respectfully handed a cup of coffee to Jerome Bonaparte, and whispered, "Sir, please wait for a while before drinking it!"
Jerome Bonaparte gave a "hmm", and then talked to the old woman about Marigot.
The old woman told Jerome Bonaparte that Marigot met a prince from the Kingdom of Belgium two days ago, and the two have been developing rapidly recently.
"However, according to my observation, I found that Miss Marigot doesn't seem to like that prince! She seems to be under some pressure to communicate with that prince!" The old woman replied to Jerome Bonaparte, and then Secretly, out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Jerome Bonaparte.
Jerome Bonaparte's face was slightly ashamed. He knew that the reason why Marigot was with Leopold was because of his despicable and shameless use of France's righteousness to oppress her.
"However, that prince is very generous! He paid our lady a lot of money!" The old woman continued to respond to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Isn't this a trick... I'll take care of you!" Jerome Bonaparte realized that it was a bit inappropriate to say "prostitution", and quickly changed his words.
"Sir, it's a lucky thing to be taken care of in Paris!" The old woman replied to Jerome Bonaparte in a familiar tone: "Many people don't have the opportunity even if they want to be taken care of! Just like our upstairs resident, she/they dreamed of being nurtured!"
"The occupants upstairs?" Jerome Bonaparte was taken aback for a moment, then immediately asked the old woman who the occupants on the two floors upstairs were.
The old woman pointed to the ceiling above her head and replied to Jérôme Bonaparte: "The residents on the upper floor are mostly trainee lawyers and accountants wandering in Paris, and some with beautiful dreams. Dancers and students from other provinces!
Each of them longed for the opportunity to rise to prominence, and the dancer hoped that she could be appreciated by the dignitaries, a noble lady who was respected overnight.
College students from other provinces hope to enter the upper class by studying law.
After all, in our country, the law is one of the shortcuts to high society. The fastest is a reporter
However, I bet each of them have very little chance of success!
Paris is a city full of dreams and hopes, but also a city full of sadness and despair.
I've been living in Paris for almost 30 years and have never seen one that really took off!
Most of the dancers will spend their youth in a daze, and if they are lucky, they will be able to save up their dowry as a monk, leave Paris, and return to their parents to find someone who is honest and flattering to marry. The dancer with less luck will die in the torment of illness.
And those future lawyers with dreams will end their lives in one lawsuit after another..."
Jerome Bonaparte listened quietly to the old woman's speech, and then responded: "Old man, are you being too pessimistic!"
"It's pessimistic!" The old woman smiled and said to Jerome Bonaparte: "Sir, I guess you must be a nobleman of extraordinary birth!"
"Huh? Where did you see it!" Jerome Bonaparte asked the old woman.
"My eyes are not as old as my body!" The old woman pointed to her own eyes and answered Jerome Bonaparte with extreme confidence.
"It's barely enough!" Jerome Bonaparte responded ambiguously to the old woman, "However, what does this have to do with what I just said!"
"Sir, because you are an aristocrat, since you were born, the education you received and the road you planned are very different from those upstairs. It can be said that you have been destined to stand in certain places since you were born. It is difficult for a person to reach the heights in his life!
Therefore, the message you receive is very different from those people!
Allow me, this old lady, to say some unpleasant things, we are probably just a string of data in the eyes of nobles of the same level as you! ' replied the old woman to Jerome Bonaparte.
Indeed, when the secretarial office recently put the flood disaster situation of the provinces in August and September before Jerome Bonaparte, when Jerome Bonaparte saw the number of deaths caused by the disaster, he felt in his heart. I'm still glad that less than a thousand people died.
Thinking about it carefully, it is really a very scary thing that hundreds of lives were swept away by the sudden flood.
Each of them affects the harmony of a family, and the disappearance of a few hundred people at least means the sadness of one thousand to two thousand people.
And the fluctuations in these data at that time did not make Jerome Bonaparte witness the death of soldiers in the Crimea peninsula.
"You're right!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and acknowledged the old woman's words.
"You can see just a bunch of numbers, and we can feel it all!" the old woman responded to Jerome Bonaparte, "Sir, it's not that I'm pessimistic, and we live in a pessimistic world. !"
Come on, the old woman bowed to Jerome Bonaparte and said, "I was the old woman who talked too much just now, please forgive me!"
"Old man, what you said is very good!" Jerome Bonaparte responded kindly to the old woman, and then continued to ask, "By the way, you haven't said what the top two floors are!"
"The top two floors!" The old woman sighed and replied to Jerome Bonaparte, "If there is still hope of staying in Paris on the upper floor, then the top two floors have no hope at all!
The fifth floor is home to a female worker from a nearby textile factory, and the sixth floor is also a construction worker working nearby! They are usually five or six people crowded into a small room, because they do not need human services, so the monthly rent needs very little.
The landlords in Paris often act as servants and waiters, and the rent is particularly cheap when there is no one to serve. "Old Man Gao is a typical example.
They are the first group to go out every day, and they are also the last group to come back every night! "
"That's really hard work!" Jerome Bonaparte said with emotion.
"Industry? What's the use of hard work! If hard work can make you rich, then they are the richest people in the world!
Unfortunately, they only earn about 3-5 francs a day from morning to night. The annual salary of each worker is about 1,600 francs, and the female worker is 80 or 1,200 francs of the male worker.
Their one-year salary is not enough for Miss Marigot's monthly expenses! The old woman sighed at the fate of the top two floors, "To be honest, sir, I used to have a certain prejudice against those people, thinking that their existence would be to smear Paris!"
When I got in touch with them more and more, I found that they too have the same dreams as we do!
Our city cannot do without them, yet there are many people in our city who still think they are the black spots of Paris and want to drive them away completely! "
"Hey!" Jerome Bonaparte sighed and said to the old woman: "People cannot understand each other!"
Then, Jerome Bonaparte casually asked the old woman what she thought of the Empire.
In his opinion, the old woman should be the kind of person who is less satisfied with the imperial rule.
"To be honest, I am quite satisfied with the emperor's rule!" The old woman's answer was beyond Jerome Bonaparte's expectations.
"Why?" Jerome Bonaparte asked curiously.
"Sir, I have experienced the Bourbon dynasty. This refers to two generations of Bourbons. In the eyes of ordinary people, there is no difference between the two generations of Bourbons. Their wages are almost worse than they are now. 20%, and their prices are even higher than they are now!
So if I had to choose one of the three, I would rather choose the current empire! "
"Where's the Republic!" Jerome Bonaparte asked the old woman again.
"Republic? Do you mean the regime that cannot even control prices effectively?" The old woman replied to Jerome Bonaparte in a contemptuous tone: "Sir, please be blunt in saying that there is no regime better than that regime. Even worse!"
Just as Jerome Bonaparte was talking to the old woman, a knock sounded from the door.
"Miss Marigot this time!" the old woman replied to Jerome Bonaparte, then got up and went to open the door.
When the old woman opened the door, Marigot happened to be standing in the doorway.
"Miss, the guests are already seated!" the old woman said to Marigot.
"Guest!" Marigot was stunned for a few seconds, then looked behind the old woman.
Jerome Bonaparte got up and pointed to his wig and the glued beard to suggest Marigot, who quickly nodded in understanding: "That's right!"
Immediately after Marigot entered the room, Jerome Bonaparte hurriedly shook hands with Marigot and said, "Miss Marigot, do you remember me! I'm Jerome Patterson!"
"Mr. Paterson, of course I remember you!" Marigot responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
Immediately afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte gave Marigot the prepared birthday present and put it on for Marigot herself.
Afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte and Marigot had a sumptuous lunch together, which was considered to be Jerome Bonaparte's fulfillment of Marigot's wish.
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"Trouble!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and replied to the old woman.
"You're welcome, sir!" The old woman showed a kind smile on her old and wrinkled face, and then she asked Jerome Bonaparte if she needed to add some sugar cubes or milk.
"Add some sugar! It doesn't need to be too sweet!" Jerome Bonaparte said to the old woman with a smile.
After a while, the old woman respectfully handed a cup of coffee to Jerome Bonaparte, and whispered, "Sir, please wait for a while before drinking it!"
Jerome Bonaparte gave a "hmm", and then talked to the old woman about Marigot.
The old woman told Jerome Bonaparte that Marigot met a prince from the Kingdom of Belgium two days ago, and the two have been developing rapidly recently.
"However, according to my observation, I found that Miss Marigot doesn't seem to like that prince! She seems to be under some pressure to communicate with that prince!" The old woman replied to Jerome Bonaparte, and then Secretly, out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Jerome Bonaparte.
Jerome Bonaparte's face was slightly ashamed. He knew that the reason why Marigot was with Leopold was because of his despicable and shameless use of France's righteousness to oppress her.
"However, that prince is very generous! He paid our lady a lot of money!" The old woman continued to respond to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Isn't this a trick... I'll take care of you!" Jerome Bonaparte realized that it was a bit inappropriate to say "prostitution", and quickly changed his words.
"Sir, it's a lucky thing to be taken care of in Paris!" The old woman replied to Jerome Bonaparte in a familiar tone: "Many people don't have the opportunity even if they want to be taken care of! Just like our upstairs resident, she/they dreamed of being nurtured!"
"The occupants upstairs?" Jerome Bonaparte was taken aback for a moment, then immediately asked the old woman who the occupants on the two floors upstairs were.
The old woman pointed to the ceiling above her head and replied to Jérôme Bonaparte: "The residents on the upper floor are mostly trainee lawyers and accountants wandering in Paris, and some with beautiful dreams. Dancers and students from other provinces!
Each of them longed for the opportunity to rise to prominence, and the dancer hoped that she could be appreciated by the dignitaries, a noble lady who was respected overnight.
College students from other provinces hope to enter the upper class by studying law.
After all, in our country, the law is one of the shortcuts to high society. The fastest is a reporter
However, I bet each of them have very little chance of success!
Paris is a city full of dreams and hopes, but also a city full of sadness and despair.
I've been living in Paris for almost 30 years and have never seen one that really took off!
Most of the dancers will spend their youth in a daze, and if they are lucky, they will be able to save up their dowry as a monk, leave Paris, and return to their parents to find someone who is honest and flattering to marry. The dancer with less luck will die in the torment of illness.
And those future lawyers with dreams will end their lives in one lawsuit after another..."
Jerome Bonaparte listened quietly to the old woman's speech, and then responded: "Old man, are you being too pessimistic!"
"It's pessimistic!" The old woman smiled and said to Jerome Bonaparte: "Sir, I guess you must be a nobleman of extraordinary birth!"
"Huh? Where did you see it!" Jerome Bonaparte asked the old woman.
"My eyes are not as old as my body!" The old woman pointed to her own eyes and answered Jerome Bonaparte with extreme confidence.
"It's barely enough!" Jerome Bonaparte responded ambiguously to the old woman, "However, what does this have to do with what I just said!"
"Sir, because you are an aristocrat, since you were born, the education you received and the road you planned are very different from those upstairs. It can be said that you have been destined to stand in certain places since you were born. It is difficult for a person to reach the heights in his life!
Therefore, the message you receive is very different from those people!
Allow me, this old lady, to say some unpleasant things, we are probably just a string of data in the eyes of nobles of the same level as you! ' replied the old woman to Jerome Bonaparte.
Indeed, when the secretarial office recently put the flood disaster situation of the provinces in August and September before Jerome Bonaparte, when Jerome Bonaparte saw the number of deaths caused by the disaster, he felt in his heart. I'm still glad that less than a thousand people died.
Thinking about it carefully, it is really a very scary thing that hundreds of lives were swept away by the sudden flood.
Each of them affects the harmony of a family, and the disappearance of a few hundred people at least means the sadness of one thousand to two thousand people.
And the fluctuations in these data at that time did not make Jerome Bonaparte witness the death of soldiers in the Crimea peninsula.
"You're right!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and acknowledged the old woman's words.
"You can see just a bunch of numbers, and we can feel it all!" the old woman responded to Jerome Bonaparte, "Sir, it's not that I'm pessimistic, and we live in a pessimistic world. !"
Come on, the old woman bowed to Jerome Bonaparte and said, "I was the old woman who talked too much just now, please forgive me!"
"Old man, what you said is very good!" Jerome Bonaparte responded kindly to the old woman, and then continued to ask, "By the way, you haven't said what the top two floors are!"
"The top two floors!" The old woman sighed and replied to Jerome Bonaparte, "If there is still hope of staying in Paris on the upper floor, then the top two floors have no hope at all!
The fifth floor is home to a female worker from a nearby textile factory, and the sixth floor is also a construction worker working nearby! They are usually five or six people crowded into a small room, because they do not need human services, so the monthly rent needs very little.
The landlords in Paris often act as servants and waiters, and the rent is particularly cheap when there is no one to serve. "Old Man Gao is a typical example.
They are the first group to go out every day, and they are also the last group to come back every night! "
"That's really hard work!" Jerome Bonaparte said with emotion.
"Industry? What's the use of hard work! If hard work can make you rich, then they are the richest people in the world!
Unfortunately, they only earn about 3-5 francs a day from morning to night. The annual salary of each worker is about 1,600 francs, and the female worker is 80 or 1,200 francs of the male worker.
Their one-year salary is not enough for Miss Marigot's monthly expenses! The old woman sighed at the fate of the top two floors, "To be honest, sir, I used to have a certain prejudice against those people, thinking that their existence would be to smear Paris!"
When I got in touch with them more and more, I found that they too have the same dreams as we do!
Our city cannot do without them, yet there are many people in our city who still think they are the black spots of Paris and want to drive them away completely! "
"Hey!" Jerome Bonaparte sighed and said to the old woman: "People cannot understand each other!"
Then, Jerome Bonaparte casually asked the old woman what she thought of the Empire.
In his opinion, the old woman should be the kind of person who is less satisfied with the imperial rule.
"To be honest, I am quite satisfied with the emperor's rule!" The old woman's answer was beyond Jerome Bonaparte's expectations.
"Why?" Jerome Bonaparte asked curiously.
"Sir, I have experienced the Bourbon dynasty. This refers to two generations of Bourbons. In the eyes of ordinary people, there is no difference between the two generations of Bourbons. Their wages are almost worse than they are now. 20%, and their prices are even higher than they are now!
So if I had to choose one of the three, I would rather choose the current empire! "
"Where's the Republic!" Jerome Bonaparte asked the old woman again.
"Republic? Do you mean the regime that cannot even control prices effectively?" The old woman replied to Jerome Bonaparte in a contemptuous tone: "Sir, please be blunt in saying that there is no regime better than that regime. Even worse!"
Just as Jerome Bonaparte was talking to the old woman, a knock sounded from the door.
"Miss Marigot this time!" the old woman replied to Jerome Bonaparte, then got up and went to open the door.
When the old woman opened the door, Marigot happened to be standing in the doorway.
"Miss, the guests are already seated!" the old woman said to Marigot.
"Guest!" Marigot was stunned for a few seconds, then looked behind the old woman.
Jerome Bonaparte got up and pointed to his wig and the glued beard to suggest Marigot, who quickly nodded in understanding: "That's right!"
Immediately after Marigot entered the room, Jerome Bonaparte hurriedly shook hands with Marigot and said, "Miss Marigot, do you remember me! I'm Jerome Patterson!"
"Mr. Paterson, of course I remember you!" Marigot responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
Immediately afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte gave Marigot the prepared birthday present and put it on for Marigot herself.
Afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte and Marigot had a sumptuous lunch together, which was considered to be Jerome Bonaparte's fulfillment of Marigot's wish.
"Trouble!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and replied to the old woman."You're welcome, sir!" The old woman showed a kind smile on her old and wrinkled face, and then she asked Jerome Bonaparte if she needed to add some sugar cubes or milk."Add some sugar! It doesn't need to be too sweet!" Jerome Bonaparte said to the old woman with a smile.After a while, the old woman respectfully handed a cup of coffee to Jerome Bonaparte, and whispered, "Sir, please wait for a while before drinking it!"Jerome Bonaparte gave a "hmm", and then talked to the old woman about Marigot.The old woman told Jerome Bonaparte that Marigot met a prince from the Kingdom of Belgium two days ago, and the two have been developing rapidly recently."However, according to my observation, I found that Miss Marigot doesn't seem to like that prince! She seems to be under some pressure to communicate with that prince!" The old woman replied to Jerome Bonaparte, and then Secretly, out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Jerome Bonaparte.Jerome Bonaparte's face was slightly ashamed. He knew that the reason why Marigot was with Leopold was because of his despicable and shameless use of France's righteousness to oppress her."However, that prince is very generous! He paid our lady a lot of money!" The old woman continued to respond to Jerome Bonaparte."Isn't this a trick... I'll take care of you!" Jerome Bonaparte realized that it was a bit inappropriate to say "prostitution", and quickly changed his words."Sir, it's a lucky thing to be taken care of in Paris!" The old woman replied to Jerome Bonaparte in a familiar tone: "Many people don't have the opportunity even if they want to be taken care of! Just like our upstairs resident, she/they dreamed of being nurtured!""The occupants upstairs?" Jerome Bonaparte was taken aback for a moment, then immediately asked the old woman who the occupants on the two floors upstairs were.The old woman pointed to the ceiling above her head and replied to Jrme Bonaparte: "The residents on the upper floor are mostly trainee lawyers and accountants wandering in Paris, and some with beautiful dreams. Dancers and students from other provinces!Each of them longed for the opportunity to rise to prominence, and the dancer hoped that she could be appreciated by the dignitaries, a noble lady who was respected overnight.College students from other provinces hope to enter the upper class by studying law.After all, in our country, the law is one of the shortcuts to high society. The fastest is a reporterHowever, I bet each of them have very little chance of success!Paris is a city full of dreams and hopes, but also a city full of sadness and despair.I've been living in Paris for almost 30 years and have never seen one that really took off!Most of the dancers will spend their youth in a daze, and if they are lucky, they will be able to save up their dowry as a monk, leave Paris, and return to their parents to find someone who is honest and flattering to marry. The dancer with less luck will die in the torment of illness.And those future lawyers with dreams will end their lives in one lawsuit after another..."Jerome Bonaparte listened quietly to the old woman's speech, and then responded: "Old man, are you being too pessimistic!""It's pessimistic!" The old woman smiled and said to Jerome Bonaparte: "Sir, I guess you must be a nobleman of extraordinary birth!""Huh? Where did you see it!" Jerome Bonaparte asked the old woman."My eyes are not as old as my body!" The old woman pointed to her own eyes and answered Jerome Bonaparte with extreme confidence."It's barely enough!" Jerome Bonaparte responded ambiguously to the old woman, "However, what does this have to do with what I just said!""Sir, because you are an aristocrat, since you were born, the education you received and the road you planned are very different from those upstairs. It can be said that you have been destined to stand in certain places since you were born. It is difficult for a person to reach the heights in his life!Therefore, the message you receive is very different from those people!Allow me, this old lady, to say some unpleasant things, we are probably just a string of data in the eyes of nobles of the same level as you! ' replied the old woman to Jerome Bonaparte.Indeed, when the secretarial office recently put the flood disaster situation of the provinces in August and September before Jerome Bonaparte, when Jerome Bonaparte saw the number of deaths caused by the disaster, he felt in his heart. I'm still glad that less than a thousand people died.Thinking about it carefully, it is really a very scary thing that hundreds of lives were swept away by the sudden flood.Each of them affects the harmony of a family, and the disappearance of a few hundred people at least means the sadness of one thousand to two thousand people.And the fluctuations in these data at that time did not make Jerome Bonaparte witness the death of soldiers in the Crimea peninsula."You're right!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and acknowledged the old woman's words."You can see just a bunch of numbers, and we can feel it all!" the old woman responded to Jerome Bonaparte, "Sir, it's not that I'm pessimistic, and we live in a pessimistic world. !"Come on, the old woman bowed to Jerome Bonaparte and said, "I was the old woman who talked too much just now, please forgive me!""Old man, what you said is very good!" Jerome Bonaparte responded kindly to the old woman, and then continued to ask, "By the way, you haven't said what the top two floors are!""The top two floors!" The old woman sighed and replied to Jerome Bonaparte, "If there is still hope of staying in Paris on the upper floor, then the top two floors have no hope at all!The fifth floor is home to a female worker from a nearby textile factory, and the sixth floor is also a construction worker working nearby! They are usually five or six people crowded into a small room, because they do not need human services, so the monthly rent needs very little.The landlords in Paris often act as servants and waiters, and the rent is particularly cheap when there is no one to serve. "Old Man Gao is a typical example.They are the first group to go out every day, and they are also the last group to come back every night! ""That's really hard work!" Jerome Bonaparte said with emotion."Industry? What's the use of hard work! If hard work can make you rich, then they are the richest people in the world!Unfortunately, they only earn about 3-5 francs a day from morning to night. The annual salary of each worker is about 1,600 francs, and the female worker is 80 or 1,200 francs of the male worker.Their one-year salary is not enough for Miss Marigot's monthly expenses! The old woman sighed at the fate of the top two floors, "To be honest, sir, I used to have a certain prejudice against those people, thinking that their existence would be to smear Paris!"When I got in touch with them more and more, I found that they too have the same dreams as we do!Our city cannot do without them, yet there are many people in our city who still think they are the black spots of Paris and want to drive them away completely! ""Hey!" Jerome Bonaparte sighed and said to the old woman: "People cannot understand each other!"Then, Jerome Bonaparte casually asked the old woman what she thought of the Empire.In his opinion, the old woman should be the kind of person who is less satisfied with the imperial rule."To be honest, I am quite satisfied with the emperor's rule!" The old woman's answer was beyond Jerome Bonaparte's expectations."Why?" Jerome Bonaparte asked curiously."Sir, I have experienced the Bourbon dynasty. This refers to two generations of Bourbons. In the eyes of ordinary people, there is no difference between the two generations of Bourbons. Their wages are almost worse than they are now. 20%, and their prices are even higher than they are now!So if I had to choose one of the three, I would rather choose the current empire! ""Where's the Republic!" Jerome Bonaparte asked the old woman again."Republic? Do you mean the regime that cannot even control prices effectively?" The old woman replied to Jerome Bonaparte in a contemptuous tone: "Sir, please be blunt in saying that there is no regime better than that regime. Even worse!"Just as Jerome Bonaparte was talking to the old woman, a knock sounded from the door."Miss Marigot this time!" the old woman replied to Jerome Bonaparte, then got up and went to open the door.When the old woman opened the door, Marigot happened to be standing in the doorway."Miss, the guests are already seated!" the old woman said to Marigot."Guest!" Marigot was stunned for a few seconds, then looked behind the old woman.Jerome Bonaparte got up and pointed to his wig and the glued beard to suggest Marigot, who quickly nodded in understanding: "That's right!"Immediately after Marigot entered the room, Jerome Bonaparte hurriedly shook hands with Marigot and said, "Miss Marigot, do you remember me! I'm Jerome Patterson!""Mr. Paterson, of course I remember you!" Marigot responded to Jerome Bonaparte.Immediately afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte gave Marigot the prepared birthday present and put it on for Marigot herself.Afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte and Marigot had a sumptuous lunch together, which was considered to be Jerome Bonaparte's fulfillment of Marigot's wish.
