Make France Great Again

"Only when people like us who are truly willing to serve France gain power, can those incompetent people with mediocre abilities be prevented from coming to power!"

Emile Olivier, who left Alfred Darimon's mansion in a carriage, kept echoing Alfred Darimon's words in his mind, and unconsciously agreed with him a little bit.

In terms of real talent and learning, Emile Olivier is no worse than some ministers in the cabinet, but what he lacks is just an opportunity to display his real talent and learning.

Now, such an opportunity is placed in front of him, which makes Emile Olivier not tempted.

What's more, Alfred Darimon also said that the new Republican party he formed is more tolerant than Jules Favre, and Emile Olivier joined the In the New Republican Party.

"Should I join or not!" Emil Olivier muttered in a low voice.

"We're here! Mr. Olivier!" Emil Olivier didn't return to reality until the coachman's voice came from outside the carriage.

Emile Olivier, who got off the carriage, took out a silver coin from his pocket and handed it to the driver.

"Mr. Olivier, I don't accept money!" The coachman put an end to Emile Olivier's silver coins.

It was only then that Emile Olivier realized that the carriage he was riding in was a special carriage for Alfred Darimon.

"Thank you, Mr. Alfred Darimon, your master for me!" Emile Olivier put the silver coins back into his pocket, and then said solemnly to the coachman.

"I will convey it for you!" The coachman nodded in response, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first!"

"En!" Emile Olivier waved his hand and watched the carriage leave.

Immediately afterwards, he headed straight for his rented apartment.

When Emile Olivier was about to reach the gate of the apartment, a voice called Emile Olivier to stop.

Emile Olivier stopped and looked towards the source of the sound.

A butler in a black tuxedo was the one whose voice stopped Emil Olivier, and he was slowly walking towards Emil Olivier at this moment.

"Are you?" Emile Olivier looked at the guy in front of him suspiciously,

In his memory, he didn't seem to have any intersection with him.

Probably there is a housekeeper of a certain earl! Emil Olivier thought to himself.

Unknown butler, you broke all the speculations of Emile Olivier with a single sentence, "Mr. Olivier, I am from the Palace of Duinleury!"

Emil Olivier shrank slightly, and also showed a surprised expression on his face.

After a while, Emile Olivier, who had recovered, asked again: "Is there anything His Majesty Jérôme Bonaparte wants from me?"

"Your Majesty, let me tell you! The gates of the Duinillery Palace are always open for people like you!" the steward said to Emile Olivier.

"Is this all your Majesty wants to say?" Emile Olivier said to the butler again.

"His Majesty also said that he is looking forward to meeting you next time!

If you want, he will meet you alone after the meeting tomorrow afternoon! "The butler continued to say something to Emile Olivier.

"Please tell Emperor Jerome Bonaparte, I... I am also looking forward to meeting him!"

Somehow, the words that Emile Olivier originally wanted to refuse turned into wanting to meet him.

"I'll pass it on for you!" the butler replied to Emile Olivier.

Afterwards, the butler handed Emile Olivier a bunch of keys.

"This is..." Emil Olivier glanced at the key in doubt, then turned his gaze to the butler.

"Your Majesty asked me to hand it over to you! He said that a man of great promise like you should have a residence of his own in Paris.

Consider this residence a gift from him to you! "The butler said to Emil Olivier.

"I..." Emile Olivier wanted to reject Jerome Bonaparte's "sugar-coated cannonball".

"If Emile Olivier is really sorry, then this mansion will be rented out to you!

You only need to pay 500 francs a year in rent and you're good to go! Before Emile Olivier asked the housekeeper, he said to Emile Olivier, "Mr. Olivier, even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your wife!" "

After hearing these words, Emile Olivier couldn't help showing a wry smile. He took the butler's key, and said to the butler in a low tone, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for me!"

"I will convey it to His Majesty!" the butler smiled and nodded to Emile Oliviers, "Mr. Olivier, the location of the mansion is in the Place des Vosges... I will not bother you!"

After speaking, the butler left Emile Olivier.

Only Emile Olivier stood quietly on the spot alone. After a while, Emile Olivier came back to his senses. He glanced at the key in his hand, and then continued to move towards Apartment forward.

When Emile Olivier returned to the apartment, a scent hit his face. Emile Olivier walked towards the kitchen along the scent, and then saw his young wife, Marie-Thérèse Olivier. Livier is cooking for Emile Olivier in the kitchen.

Marie Thérèse Olivier, who heard the movement outside, turned and looked over, and she saw Emile Olivier standing at the door of the kitchen.

"You're back!" Marie-Thérèse Olivier quickly walked in front of Emile Olivier, and crashed into Emile Olivier's arms like a little bird.

"Hmm!" Emil Olivier embraced Marie-Thérèse Olivier with one hand, and gently stroked her slightly naturally curly hair with the other hand, his eyes were full of love.

After a short period of tenderness, Marie-Thérèse Olivier raised her head again and asked Emile Olivier about the invitation letter.

She was very worried whether this invitation would take Emile Olivier away from her like it did six years ago.

[PS: Six years ago, Emile Olivier was arrested in Var Province because he opposed Jerome Bonaparte's proclaiming emperor.

Emil Olivier was not pardoned by the Empire until after the initial victory in the Crimean War. 】

"The invitation letter is for the recipient to meet His Majesty in the past. It has no other meaning!" Emile Olivier said lightly.

"Really?" Marie-Thérèse Olivier still had some disbelief, "Your Majesty, did you really just ask for a meeting?

I've heard from others that His Majesty the Emperor is going to use the army to maintain law and order as he did a few years ago..."

Marie-Thérèse Olivier talked endlessly about the gossip she got from other people.

Emile Olivier frowned after hearing this, and asked in a serious tone, "Where did you hear these gossips!"

"I was told by others!" Marie-Thérèse Olivier said to Emil Olivier aggrievedly, "I'm worried about you too!"

Looking at his wife in front of him, Emile Olivier had no choice but to say to her softly, "His Majesty the Emperor has promised not to carry out a large-scale liquidation, so there is no need for an army!

Even if the army does enter Paris, I, as a representative of the Legislative Corps, naturally enjoy immunity! They can't do anything to me! "

"Six years ago, you were still a member of the National Assembly! Those people still put you in prison!" Marie Thérèse Olivier retorted to Emile Olivier.

"It's different now! As a public opinion institution established by the emperor himself, the Legislative Group, I believe he will never slap himself in the face!" Emile Olivier explained to Marie-Thérèse Olivier road.

"Really?" Marie Therese Olivier was dubious.

"Really!" Emile Olivier said to Marie-Thérèse Olivier firmly.

Then, Emile Olivier took out a bunch of keys, and he told Marie-Thérèse Olivier: In a short while, they can leave this place and move to other mansions!

The area of ​​that mansion will definitely be much larger than the group of apartments now!

"That month's rent must be quite a lot!" Marie-Thérèse Olivier was a little worried about the rent issue, "Or, let's forget it!

You have just become a representative, and there is still a lot to spend, we can't waste it like this! "

[ps: Senators of the Legislative Corps have a maximum of 30,000 francs per year~www.NovelMTL.com~The State Counselor is 25,000 francs per month, and the representatives of the Legislative Corps not only have no money, but also pay for publicity. 】

Thinking that Marie-Thérèse Olivier hadn't enjoyed it once in several years, Emile Olivier couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and he said firmly to Emile Olivier: "Don't worry. WE ALL HAVE ALL!

And this room does not require us to spend too much money, it is even cheaper than the house we live in now. "

"Really?" Marie Thérèse Olivier couldn't believe that there was a cheaper house than this one, which was already the most cost-effective house she found, "Why is the owner of the house willing to rent it to you!"

"The owner of the house is a friend of mine!" Emile Olivier said to Marie-Thérèse Olivier, "We just met, and he just happened to rent out the house!

After coming and going, he rented out the house to us! Originally he was not going to ask for our money! "

"Then I have to thank him well!"