Make France Great Again

Just when Jerome Bonaparte and others were discussing whether Baron Leonel Rothschild was a friend or an enemy.

In a three-storey mansion near Chaisi Alley in West London, a middle-aged man with brown hair and a round and sturdy figure is looking down at the crowds coming and going in Chaisi Alley through the carved glass of the mansion, and the corner of his mouth outlines. He smiled and said to himself, "What a bunch of ignorant, fearless, and lovely people!"

Afterwards, he shook his head and sighed with emotion: "Unfortunately, you are not the children of the times! Of course, neither am I, but I have much more than you!"

The middle-aged man's words carried the inherent arrogance of the rich. He closed the glass, turned around, and walked straight to the carved nanwood desk.

At this time, the desk was filled with all kinds of notes, bills, and information from stock exchanges across Europe and America.

Relying on this information and bills, middle-aged men can always make the right decision at the first time.

Information is always the most useful thing in the 19th century or in the 21st century.

Of course, the premise of all this is whether the information has the corresponding timeliness. Once the information has passed its best effectiveness, its function and value will be greatly reduced.

If the information exceeds its time limit, then it will become worthless.

Thanks to the huge and convenient information management network operated by Rothschild, the timeliness of information of the Rothschild family is often known at the moment when the information itself is still spreading.

That's right, the middle-aged man in front of him is Baron Leonel Rothschild, who is known as the "financial ruler of the 19th century" by later generations, who is at the helm of the Rothschild London branch. Leonel Rothschild, who owns one third of the capital of the Rothschild Empire, had just passed his 40th birthday at this time.

Leonel Rothschild looked at the bills piled up into a hill on the desk, he sat down and took out a bill from the bills and sighed.

On the note was written "Banque de France", and the amount of the note was 1 million francs.

This is an unmarked ticket, with which Baron Leonel Rothschild can go to the Bank of France to exchange for the same amount of gold francs.

However, that was only before the revolution. After the revolution, everything changed. The provisional government began to restrict the exchange of its tokens. The panic caused by the political turmoil spread throughout Paris. The vouchers are exchanged for the equivalent gold francs.

After all, God knows when the Bank of France may go bankrupt. The chaos brought about by the revolution has put the credibility of all banks in Paris at risk overnight, and even the Rothschild Bank is at risk of being run.

In this period, the index ticket has almost become a pile of useless waste paper. Even Rothschild, who is known as turning a stone into gold, has no office in London, Paris, and Frankfurt. These three support Rothschild. The branch of the German family was severely damaged to varying degrees from 1847 to 1848.

"Dong Dong Dong"

There was a dull knock on the door of the valuable carved nanmu wood, pulling Leonel Rothschild, who was in deep thinking, from the realm of thinking to reality.

Leonel Rothschild put down the bill, put his hands in front of the desk, and said in a low voice, "Come in!"

This voice was flat, indifferent, and seemed to have a magic power to master the world.

The door was pushed open, and the old man in charge of delivering the message appeared in front of the study door.

"Master!" The old man came to salute in front of Baron Lionel Rothschild.

"Yeah!" Leonel Rothschild raised his eyelids slightly, and asked in a calm and indifferent tone, "What do you do with what I asked you to do?"

"Master!" The old man replied humbly: "Prince Jerome Bonaparte is not at home, I have handed the invitation to Prince Jerome Bonaparte's entourage, Jerome Bonaparte must have I am very glad to receive the invitation of the master! After all, Jerome Bonaparte is only a nominal prince, and the Rothschild family you belong to is the uncrowned king of the whole of London and even the whole of Europe, the son of God!"

In the face of the butler's flattery, Leonel Rothschild still did not have the slightest mood swing, because he knew that the reason why the old man tried his best to flatter himself was just to find a bank for his children and grandchildren to live in as bookkeeping member.

Every Rothschild family's bank clerk is selected through the Rothschild family's tests, and they will have the opportunity to learn about the inside story and management methods of a bank.

If you are talented, you can also open a branch independently of Rothschild Bank.

The power of finance has brought Leonel Rothschild unparalleled power, allowing him to be a guest of all countries.

"Yeah! I see!" Leonel Rothschild responded ~www.NovelMTL.com~ The old man paid his respects to Leonel Rothschild again and then closed the door and left.

Leonel Rothschild was alone in the study again, looking at the empty study Leonel Rothschild muttered to himself: "Jerome Bonaparte, are you like Your cousin is worthy of my investment!"

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"Are you really going to go alone?"

Inside the King St. James Street Mansion, Persini looked at Jerome Bonaparte who was about to leave and asked again.

"How can I not go to the invitation of Rothschild, the uncrowned king of Europe! Besides, the Rothschild family can still eat me?" Jerome Bonaparte said to Pessini half-jokingly. .

"But..." Pessini was a little worried that the Rothschild family would be unfavorable to Jerome Bonaparte.

Jerome Bonaparte patted Pessini on the shoulder and said in relief, "Don't worry about waiting for the news of my triumph! Maybe we will have an extra generous sponsor!"

Persini no longer discouraged Jerome Bonaparte, this time it was still Fleury who served as the coachman to deliver Jerome Bonaparte.

Jerome Bonaparte arrived at the place mentioned in the invitation ten minutes before eight o'clock in the evening.

It was getting late, and kerosene lamps were lit on both sides of the carriage and on the roadside.

The carriage slowly pulled to the side of the road, Fleury opened the door, and Jerome Bonaparte got off.

The gate of the mansion slowly opened, and the housekeeper who was in charge of delivering the letter in the morning raised a lamp and went out to greet him.

"His Royal Highness, welcome to the Rothschild family!" The butler hunched over to welcome Jerome's arrival.