Flowers, Swords and France

"The people's support can be used."

Charles looked at the dark crowd of people on the balcony and secretly made a judgment in his heart.

Just a few steps before him, the future emperor was leaning on the balcony railing and waving to the crowd.

How could a man who once wandered around Europe like a bereaved dog and spent several years in prison imagine that he would be so proud today?

However, it was not enough, he was not satisfied yet, he had not reached the peak of his desire.

He still has a long way to go.

While thinking this, Charles carefully hid behind the president and did not make any moves so as not to steal the limelight from Mr. President.

Le Havre, a seaport that is usually very busy and noisy, became even more lively today because of the arrival of the President. A large number of people gathered in front of the city hall, wanting to catch a glimpse of Napoleon - the man who was popular among people by word of mouth. The person who has become a demigod - the respectable appearance of his nephew.

Although the sky was overcast, the enthusiasm of the crowd was not affected by the weather at all. They rushed to the balcony, shouted slogans to welcome the president, and some even threw their hats high into the sky.

The occasion was unprecedented.

If in the modern society of the 21st century, after unprecedented information bombardment, a president or a politician comes to the streets, it may not cause much of a sensation in the local area. However, in this day and age, this is indeed an extremely rare thing. Almost everyone in the city ran out to see the Supreme Head of the Republic.

"Long live Mr. President!"

"Long live the Republic!"

Waves of slogans came to Louis Bonaparte like a tide. If you listen carefully, you can even occasionally hear one or two "Long live the Empire" and "Long live the Emperor".

Mr. Louis Bonaparte, the President of the Second French Republic, stood proudly on the balcony and kept waving to the crowds cheering him. For him, wasn't this a kind of compensation for the previous thirty years of hard work? ? How much he enjoys this moment at this moment...

After observing carefully for a while, Charles finally found his friend Albert de Foa Grai. He was currently wearing a coat that deliberately showed signs of wear and tear, and was mingling among the crowd, shouting slogans from time to time, and secretly guiding this group fanaticism.

It is precisely because of the efforts of him and his companions that Mr. President's appearance today has such an ideal effect.

Well done, Albert.

Look how dedicated and energetic he is when he shouts! Who would have thought not so long ago. He still looked down upon Bonaparte in front of me!

This guy is bound to have a future. Ciel thought.

Then he winked mischievously at Albert, who seemed to see him and winked, and then both young men laughed. After a moment, he stopped smiling and continued his previous work.

The mood of the crowd was very high, and they slowly dispersed until nightfall. Charles also followed Louis Bonaparte to the dinner hosted by the mayor for the president. Needless to say, other people attending the banquet He is also a celebrity in this city.

After everyone is seated. The mayor stood up and raised his glass high.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the presence of Mr. President is a rare honor for this city. Let us all drink to Mr. President!"

Amid people's echoes, everyone started today's dinner.

The mayor's surname is Miresh. Although he is thin and has gray hair, he is well-maintained. He looked very energetic, but the thick calluses on his hands still revealed the fact that he had worked hard in his early years.

Although it was midsummer, he still wore a black dress and deliberately pinned the medal on his chest. His tall aquiline nose had an indescribable air, despite his humble appearance. But it seems that Louis Bonaparte is still regarded as an equal figure to him - in this era, wealthy industrialists always have this kind of indescribable arrogance.

"Mr. President, it's rare for you to come here. I hope our hospitality will not dissatisfy you..." the mayor whispered to Louis Bonaparte with a smile.

"Oh, I'm very satisfied, sir." Louis Bonaparte also smiled. "Le Havre is a very beautiful city, and the people are very welcoming. I have a very good impression of it..."

"That would be great, Mr. President. People would be very happy to know that you speak so highly of this city."

“I’m even more grateful for their enthusiasm.”

The mayor stayed with the president all the time, and the noise around them did not affect their chat. However, since they were in public after all, they only said some polite words to each other.

It wasn't until the dinner came to an end and people had left that the real talks began.

However, before that, some performance and foreplay are still required.

"Mr. President, we are very touched that you can choose our place for your first patrol." Mayor Miles stood up slowly, his eyes full of emotion, "Don't worry, you will also see us today." We are here to support you, and we sincerely hope that you can make greater contributions to the country..."

This is true. Without the cooperation of the mayor, today's scene would not be so grand.

"I can see the voice of the people, and I will do my best to respond to their desires." Louis-Bonaparte was also full of emotion, "From the day my uncle and brother left, I have regarded serving this country as my bounden duty."

"You said it very well!" The mayor sighed again, "Who can forget the emperor in decades? Now everyone can see that only the Bonaparte family can lead this country forward. Look, how many disasters we have experienced in the previous year! The whole country is in chaos. Only after you come back can we get the long-lost stability. It's like the savior has come to the world again!"

Such deliberate and disgusting flattery not only made Louis-Bonaparte a little confused, but even Charles was greatly surprised. He quickly fed himself a sip of wine to calm down his mind and finally didn't laugh. The others had the same expression.

As if he didn't notice everyone's reaction, the mayor continued.

The original text is in Liu # 9 @Book/Bar!

"It's not an exaggeration to say that, Mr. President, you are the savior of France today. Only you, only you can help her get rid of the previous difficulties and relieve all the misfortunes she has suffered! Only you can bring glory back to her!" The mayor's voice was a little choked, and he looked very emotional. "I feel extremely lucky that I can see the return of the Bonaparte family again in my lifetime. Thank God..."

Good guy, you are really capable! You can cry when you say you want to cry!

Charles was full of admiration for him at this moment.

After experiencing the turbulent situation since the end of the July Monarchy, the bourgeoisie hoped that there would be a strong person to stabilize the situation and provide them with a good business environment. This psychological pursuit has also become an important inducement for Louis Bonaparte to come to power and succeed in the coup.

However, the mayor's flattery to the point of being almost flattering is definitely not just because of this mentality, he has other intentions.

However, even though he knew that the other party was just deliberately flattering, Louis Bonaparte still had a happy face, as if he was very happy.

"I am also very honored to be able to follow the whole country forward. We should work together to build a better future for the country. Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Everyone hurriedly picked up the cup again.

"You are right, Mr. President, we should all put aside disputes and work hard to build the country." After drinking another glass of wine, the mayor looked at Louis Bonaparte again, "And now, I think the best way to promote national prosperity is to build railways... The people of this city are eager to have more railways pass through this city, so that they will appreciate your important role in promoting the country."

The main topic is finally here.

The mayor wants the president to help build more railways through the city, and then hinted that as long as this is done, they will fully support Louis Bonaparte-even if his purpose is to strangle the Republic.

He is so eager for railways, of course, not just for local prosperity, but more to make money. If you want to build a railway, you have to expropriate land, and the land along the station can appreciate in value. Those who can get the news in advance will definitely make a fortune. Who can resist this temptation?

At this time, Louis Bonaparte seemed to think that the time had come, and he raised his hand and pointed at Charles.

"I believe you also know that this is Mr. de Treville, he is the secretary of the Ministry of Railways. If you are interested in this, you can have a good talk with him. He is specifically responsible for this area."

"Mr. de Treville!" The mayor hurriedly greeted Charles, "I have to ask you to take care of all this."

"Of course there is no problem, it's my duty." Charles answered quite easily, and then he began to explain in detail, "Le Havre opened a railway line directly to Paris in 1847, and it has the advantage of a port. It should become an important railway hub. Our department has already made a plan to build some lines to connect it with other port cities, so..."

The mayor did not listen carefully to Charles' explanation. He did not understand these technical issues. For him, as long as there was a road construction, it would be fine.

He hurriedly nodded with relief, "That's great, sir. Thanks to the President, we finally have a useful government!"