Flowers, Swords and France

"Long live the Emperor!"

Albert's cheers were loud and powerful, full of the unique passion of young people, and seemed to be full of high respect for the Bonaparte family. As soon as he heard his cheers, Charles knew that this matter had become a success. .

"Very good! Passed, Albert!" He clapped his hands heavily, "Friend, this is what we want! I really hope you can speak so happily in front of M. Bonaparte... I will I know you are not that stubborn."

"Of course I'm not," Albert replied with a shrug, a smile of unknown meaning on his handsome face. "Such deadheads are rotten in the countryside now, just like my father."

"Speaking of which, how is your father's health now? You should go back and visit him occasionally at such an old age."

"Who knows, he hasn't written to me for several years, no matter what!" Albert raised his eyebrows again, "Anyway, it's not like I don't have brothers. My brother might still hope that he will return to God soon. I wish I could take the hard-earned money and live happily! Oh, that’s a lot of money!”

Perhaps it was because he was a young son and was never well-received by his family, or perhaps there were other reasons. When Albert talked about his relatives, he always felt a little resentful, or else he used a contemptuous tone to tease Xia Xia. I have long been accustomed to his behavior, so I am not surprised.

Even so, Ciel still had some doubts in his heart. From middle school to growing up, the two of them have been together for so many years. Charles rarely sees his family coming to see him. He only sees him wandering around Paris alone. Generally speaking, even if aristocratic families don't want to see their young sons, it won't be like this, right?

However, since Albert himself was unwilling to say anything, Charles had no intention of asking further.

"Well, this is your own business." Charles nodded, then stood up again, "Friend. Now that you are one of us, we should be honest about many things... Come on, Come with me to meet someone."

"who?"

"Is there any need to say that? Our Minister, Your Excellency."

………………

Soon, under the guidance of the minister’s secretary. They came together to the office of the minister, Viscount Dillion.

After seeing the two Charles, the Viscount put down the document in his hand and looked at them with a smile.

"Oh, we're finally here! How's the conversation going, Ciel?"

Charles and Albert also saluted him knowingly.

"Your Excellency," Charles directly introduced Albert after the salute, "this is Mr. De Foa Grail, whom I told you about, a classmate of mine in middle school, a very reliable young man. "

"Oh. That's great!" The minister nodded, and then looked at Albert rather reservedly in the way that middle-aged people look at young people, "That's Albert, right? I've heard of you before. His name is indeed a talent..."

Perhaps it was because Albert had already become "famous" in the upper class for his years of dissipation, but there was always a little bit of ridicule and questioning in the minister's eyes and tone. But of course Albert would not take this view seriously, because he was already used to it.

"As you can see, this person is me." Albert nodded briskly, with a smile on his face, "I came at your summons, and I hope I won't disappoint you."

"Oh, how could it be? I'm extremely satisfied." The minister glanced at him. Then he slowly smiled, obviously feeling that he was quite decent and in line with his expectations, "How could something go wrong with someone recommended by Charles?"

Then he held out his hand. Albert also walked up obediently and gently shook the minister's hand.

"Mr. De Foa Grail, now that you are here, it means that you understand what we are planning to do when we call you here, right?" After shaking hands, the minister pointed to the sofa next to him. He motioned for Charles and the two of them to sit over. It was obvious that he enjoyed this feeling of having power, "You don't need me to repeat it again, do you?"

"If I understand correctly, you are planning to provide me with a position with an annual salary of twenty-four thousand." Albert replied cautiously. At this time, he no longer had the frivolity of the past. "In return, I serve you and Ciel."

"Yes, that's it. It seems that Charles has made it clear to you." The minister seemed satisfied and nodded, "We will provide you with such a high-paying position, and of course we won't just let you get free money. Al Bei, we all know that you have a wide network of contacts, and you also know that we are a newly established department, so we need a lot of people... This is just the time for you to show your skills, and I hope you will not miss this good opportunity. "

"I will do my best to meet your request." Albert replied immediately, "However, this requires first determining what exactly you need me to do. I will find a way to solve the problem you asked me - at least I will do it. To the point where it’s worthy of twenty-four thousand.”

Seeing that Albert was neither humble nor arrogant, and responded so impeccably, Viscount Dilion gradually felt relieved. He secretly glanced at Charles, indicating that he had passed the final inspection of Albert.

"It would be great if you could have this kind of consciousness." After pondering for a moment, the Viscount spoke again, "Today's young people don't all know how high the sky is, and they always feel that the world revolves around them. It seems that I don’t even know how to thank others for their favors, I just take it as a matter of course... Fortunately, both you and Xia Er Not this kind of person. To be honest, Albert, I was a little afraid that you were this kind of person. After all, I have heard some rumors that did not speak highly of you... Now it seems that the rumors are just rumors after all. It’s better to see it with your own eyes. Albert, do your best, we can’t do anything wrong to you.”

Albert did not answer, but bowed respectfully.

The minister did not speak anymore, but shook the bell on the table, and his full-time secretary came in.

"Go and ask someone to make us some cups of coffee." The minister ordered softly, and then waved his hand for the secretary to go out.

"Albert, please be patient and look for us these days. Find some brave and intelligent people among your friends. Although there are not many such people in the world today, you can always find a few. After you find them, you find a way to get them to join us, and we will pay the salary. Remember, I emphasize again, you need to be courageous and smart, and be able to know who to listen to... "

Albert frowned slightly, then nodded.

"I see."

"No, I don't think you understand." A strange smile suddenly appeared on Viscount Dillion's face. "I don't think Charles has made it clear to you. To tell you the truth, I think The person I asked you to find is someone who is willing to listen to me and Charles, not the ministry.”

"There is a difference here, Albert." Charles also helped. "Since we are all in the same group now, it's time for me to tell you everything..."

After a pause, Viscount Dillion continued softly, "To be honest, although one of us is a minister and the other is a state secretary, we are alone in the ministry after all, and those civil servants have made it clear what they are doing. We work both openly and secretly, and we don’t know how many things we are hiding. To be honest, these bad guys think that they are different from politicians and have their own system, so they stick together to exclude us. They must think that we are both short-lived. Just wait until we get out of here!"

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At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door again, and the minister quickly stopped talking. It turned out that it was his secretary who came in with coffee.

After the secretary put down the coffee and left, the minister smiled wryly and joked to himself, "Fortunately, I can still find the person who made my coffee here... Come on, drink it."

He picked up a cup of coffee himself, blew it gently, and spoke again after a moment.

"That's why we can't let them get what they want. Think about it, we are here to get promoted and make a fortune, not to be angry with a bunch of bastards! If we have been blindfolded and led by these bad guys, , How can I make a fortune in the future?”

Albert's eyes widened slightly, but he soon regained his composure.

"I understand what you mean. You want us to strengthen your momentum and help you hold your seat so you can benefit from it."

"Yes, that's right." The minister nodded, "By the way, you can help me keep an eye on these bastards, and I will deal with them when they have a handle!" Viscount Dillion said viciously, maybe because of a few It must be because Yue Lai has had enough anger.

"Okay! Just explain it clearly! No problem, my friends are all very smart, and they will deal with whoever you tell them to deal with, without any hesitation!"

"That's good." The minister nodded with satisfaction, "In addition, you people must have some political consciousness and know who to cheer for. Yes, these bad guys have backers, so we must also have backers, and we must stick close Follow Mr. President, as long as you follow him well, there will be a way to cause trouble."

"I understand," Albert immediately agreed, "They are all top-notch Bonapartists. They wish they could shout to the president every day that he calls "Long Live the Emperor..."

The minister was amused by his words before he clapped his hands.

"In this case, there's nothing more to say, let's do it together!"

Then, he raised the slightly cooled cup, and the other two young men also picked it up.

These three people were all born into noble families. However, they have learned the rules of the game in the new era during their many years of career and have become worldly. In this era, aristocratic families either sink into the countryside, or, like them, change their appearance and become the trendsetters of the new era, worshiping the idols of the new era, regardless of the fact that they are the product of the Great Revolution.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, the Viscount drank his coffee in one gulp, and then he looked at the two young people mysteriously.

"Do you have any other plans tonight? If not, I will take you to a good place to play..."