Chapter 242： The end of an era
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August 20, 1850.
The "gold bar lottery", known as the "white slave trade" by later generations, was sold in Paris, Rouen, Lyon, Strasbourg, Nancy and other big cities one after another.
The whole lottery has a pink theme, with a string of "winning" numbers and a line of slogans on the front. The slogan reads "Give me a franc and give you a dream!" The back is printed with a bust of Emperor Napoleon and a slogan in the lower right corner. A line of small characters [All the income from the lottery will be used to build a "worker's village" in the form of charity]
Once the lottery ticket was released, it was unanimously sought after by all the rogue proletarians in France. This group of rogue proletarians who were trying to get rich took out their only money to buy lottery tickets.
In less than four days, nearly 3 million lottery tickets were emptied, and the printing house had to work overtime.
Since the second edition was printed at night, compared to the first edition, the workmanship and attentiveness were far worse, so that there were many errors in the repetition of numbers.
The second version of the lottery reappeared at booths six days later, joined by more rogue proletarians who wanted to get rich.
Not only the rogue proletarians, but even some workers who follow the concept of thrift and housekeeping can't bear the low prices and their own gold rush dreams, and they also spend money to play a game.
The second edition of the 4 million lottery ticket also sold out in more than a week.
After two rounds of frenzy, the lottery players finally calmed down. However, the Gold Bar Lottery won nearly 5 million lottery tickets again in the next half-month lottery.
In the end, more than 3,000 "lucky people" were selected to go to California to realize their gold rush dreams.
[The reason why there are so many people is due to printing errors. 】
Excluding the 2 components of printing and major offline and the expenses for the lucky ones to go to France, the money that can go to Jerome Bonaparte is about 9 million francs.
It's just that these are months away.
At this time, he was carrying wine to the ball held by the mayor of Rouen. All the members of the ball were elites from the Rouen area, and they were also invited by the mayor of Rouen to participate in the ball.
From one group to another, Jerome Bonaparte can become the focus of the group in an instant. He proudly declared to the members of the group that "no one knows and loves the republic better than he!" Only a republic and universal suffrage can truly liberate France!" and so on.
At the same time, he proposed to toast the republic from time to time, and the elites of Rouen always smiled knowingly, and they also toasted in a pleasing manner.
After a glass of wine, the Rouen elite suggested to Jerome Bonaparte that tariffs on Britain should be raised so that France could become more competitive.
Jerome Bonaparte is no stranger to the remarks that Rouen elites want to raise tariffs to develop a monopoly market.
Since the establishment of absolute monarchy in France, there has been a tradition of raising tariffs to protect the local economy.
Furthermore, the soil of French industry is also inseparable from the protection of industry.
Although higher tariffs will make imported coal more expensive, it is still profitable in a near-monopoly market.
Jerome Bonaparte, slightly drunk, agreed to the request of the Rouen textile owner, and the textile owner frequently toasted Jerome Bonaparte with ecstasy.
Surrounded by the crowd, Jerome Bonaparte returned to his residence in Rouen.
Early the next morning, there was a hurried knock on the door to the bedroom.
With a splitting headache, Jerome Bonaparte tried his best to open his eyes and buried his head on the pillow. He responded lazily, "Please come in!"
"Your Excellency, from British intelligence!" Wallevsky put the envelope beside Jerome Bonaparte's bed.
"What's the content? Read it to me!" The drowsy Jerome Bonaparte didn't want to open his eyes, he still asked Wallevsky with a lazy emphasis.
Under the order of Jerome Bonaparte, Wallevsky opened the envelope and read the contents of the envelope aloud: "The former King of Orleans, Louis-Philippe de Orleans, is dying, and has been diagnosed by many doctors. Issue a critical illness notice! Hope Your Majesty will know!"
The hazy Jerome Bonaparte instantly woke up. He opened his eyes and turned around and asked in a serious tone, "What? Say it again!"
Wallevsky read the contents of the envelope to Jerome Bonaparte again.
"Okay!" The news that Louis-Philippe was critically ill made Jerome Bonaparte completely refreshed. There is nothing more exciting than this news.
"I thought he could survive this summer, but I didn't expect to die so soon! God bless it!" Jerome Bonaparte became somewhat unparalleled because of his excitement: "I thought something had changed..."
"Yes!" A trace of sadness flashed in Wallewski's eyes, and he still maintained a respectful attitude towards the gentleman who lived in seclusion in Claremont.
When he was in the Orleans Dynasty, Louis Philippe helped him a lot.
"Good! Good! Good!" Compared to Wallevsky's grief, Jerome Bonaparte's impression of Louis-Philippe was not so good.
In addition to being a contender for the throne with Louis-Philippe, Jerome Bonaparte's "himself" brother also died indirectly at the hands of Louis-Philippe.
The hatred between Jérôme Bonaparte and Louis Philippe can be described as "inexorable."
"Your Excellency, we think we should be more wary of the Party of Order!" Wallevsky couldn't help but put forward his own suggestion to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Why?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Vallewski.
"Louis-Philippe's obstacles are gone. Both the Orleanists and the Legitimists are willing to merge! As long as the monarchs of their two factions agree..." Valevsky gave Jerome Bonaparte a normal person's perspective. analyze. "Why didn't the two monarchs break apart?" Jerome Bonaparte retorted.
"Your Excellency, they are already facing a disadvantage and it should not be possible for them to engage in internal struggles!" Valewski said cautiously.
"Cousin, you don't know the Count of Chambord! It's absolutely impossible for this guy to unite with the Orleans faction, believe me! After Louis Philippe died, the two factions will be completely divided." Jerome Bona Ba said categorically that he can't wait to see Orleanists and Legitimists having to fight infighting for various monarchs and classes [feudal hierarchy vs bourgeois monarchy].
…
Just when Jerome Bonaparte and Wallevsky were discussing Louis-Philippe at the Castle of Rouen, Louis-Philippe, who is located in the village of Clermont, a subordinate of London, was experiencing his own lantern tour.
Since Britain is closer to the north than France, London is also nearly an hour behind Paris.
As the hazy mist cleared over the village of Claremont, the warm and genial sunlight slowly rose and swept across every inch of the field.
The green grassy fields and lush forests grow stronger after receiving the nourishment of the sun. The refreshing island breeze blows from the depths of the jungle, and the village reveals a thriving confidence everywhere.
In this thriving country, there is only one villa, but a cloud of lingering melancholy hangs over it.
According to the information learned by the farmer leaning on the scarecrow and the squire in the tavern, the owners of the villas are about to return to the embrace of God.
In fact, just as Tianto said when chatting with the squire, there was a tense atmosphere on the second floor of the villa at this time. Cursing, but the source of all this came from a bedroom on the second floor of the villa.
At this time, the bedroom was already full of gentlemen in neat suits, and their eyes were all focused on the old man lying on the bed with a white quilt covering his waist. He was the former King of Orleans, Louis Philippe.
Louis Philippe closed his eyes as if he was asleep, and beside him was an old woman with gray hair, who was Louis Philippe's wife, the former queen of Orleans.
At this time, she was looking at Louis Philippe with tears in her eyes. According to the diagnosis of the royal doctor last night, Louis Philippe probably won't survive this noon.
Today can be said to be the last day for Louis Philippe.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! They are all here, Count Morley, Monsieur Guizot, Odilon Barrow, they are all here! Open your eyes! Your Majesty!" The old woman called Louis-Philippe's name softly, She hoped to wake Louis Philippe with a familiar name to Louis Philippe.
The terminally ill Louis Philippe seemed to have heard the Queen's cry. His consciousness fell into chaos, and he desperately tried to open his eyes. A light seemed to appear in Louis Philippe's consciousness. Louis Philippe moved forward in the direction guided by the "light". When the "road" came to an end, a hazy voice reached Louis Philip's ear, UU reading www.uukanshu. com "My child, you still have something to explain, go back first!"
The voice was so familiar, yet so unfamiliar.
Louis Philippe couldn't remember whose voice for a while, he followed the voice's guidance...
I want to go back!
Louis Philip's lips moved slightly, and the old woman who had been crying exclaimed: "Your Majesty, are you awake? Are you alright!"
Louis Philip opened his eyes again and observed everyone present with those turbid eyes.
Then the corners of Louis-Philippe's mouth continued to wriggle, using his expression to see that Louis-Philippe seemed to have exhausted all his history. The queen lay beside Louis-Philippe's ear: "Let Paris... Paris... Earl... come over!"
The queen hurriedly greeted everyone to make way for the Count of Paris. At this time, the Count of Paris, who was only twelve years old, looked at his grandfather lying on the bed with tears in his eyes.
Louis Philippe stretched out his hand to touch the head of the Count of Paris, but found that he had no strength to touch it at all.
The queen hurriedly stretched the hand of the Count of Paris into Louis-Philippe's hand. Louis-Philippe showed a relieved smile and said intermittently, "I... did not... give you a complete throne... I hope to use my death... To put you back on the throne!"
Afterwards, Louis Philippe sat up as if using all his strength, his pale face returned to its normal state, and everyone present knew that this was just a flashback, and they listened carefully to Louis Philippe's last words.
"Mr. Morley, M. Barrow, please take me to the Count of Chambord to say that I am very sorry for the act of usurping the throne."
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August 20, 1850.
The "gold bar lottery", known as the "white slave trade" by later generations, was sold in Paris, Rouen, Lyon, Strasbourg, Nancy and other big cities one after another.
The whole lottery has a pink theme, with a string of "winning" numbers and a line of slogans on the front. The slogan reads "Give me a franc and give you a dream!" The back is printed with a bust of Emperor Napoleon and a slogan in the lower right corner. A line of small characters [All the income from the lottery will be used to build a "worker's village" in the form of charity]
Once the lottery ticket was released, it was unanimously sought after by all the rogue proletarians in France. This group of rogue proletarians who were trying to get rich took out their only money to buy lottery tickets.
In less than four days, nearly 3 million lottery tickets were emptied, and the printing house had to work overtime.
Since the second edition was printed at night, compared to the first edition, the workmanship and attentiveness were far worse, so that there were many errors in the repetition of numbers.
The second version of the lottery reappeared at booths six days later, joined by more rogue proletarians who wanted to get rich.
Not only the rogue proletarians, but even some workers who follow the concept of thrift and housekeeping can't bear the low prices and their own gold rush dreams, and they also spend money to play a game.
The second edition of the 4 million lottery ticket also sold out in more than a week.
After two rounds of frenzy, the lottery players finally calmed down. However, the Gold Bar Lottery won nearly 5 million lottery tickets again in the next half-month lottery.
In the end, more than 3,000 "lucky people" were selected to go to California to realize their gold rush dreams.
[The reason why there are so many people is due to printing errors. 】
Excluding the 2 components of printing and major offline and the expenses for the lucky ones to go to France, the money that can go to Jerome Bonaparte is about 9 million francs.
It's just that these are months away.
At this time, he was carrying wine to the ball held by the mayor of Rouen. All the members of the ball were elites from the Rouen area, and they were also invited by the mayor of Rouen to participate in the ball.
From one group to another, Jerome Bonaparte can become the focus of the group in an instant. He proudly declared to the members of the group that "no one knows and loves the republic better than he!" Only a republic and universal suffrage can truly liberate France!" and so on.
At the same time, he proposed to toast the republic from time to time, and the elites of Rouen always smiled knowingly, and they also toasted in a pleasing manner.
After a glass of wine, the Rouen elite suggested to Jerome Bonaparte that tariffs on Britain should be raised so that France could become more competitive.
Jerome Bonaparte is no stranger to the remarks that Rouen elites want to raise tariffs to develop a monopoly market.
Since the establishment of absolute monarchy in France, there has been a tradition of raising tariffs to protect the local economy.
Furthermore, the soil of French industry is also inseparable from the protection of industry.
Although higher tariffs will make imported coal more expensive, it is still profitable in a near-monopoly market.
Jerome Bonaparte, slightly drunk, agreed to the request of the Rouen textile owner, and the textile owner frequently toasted Jerome Bonaparte with ecstasy.
Surrounded by the crowd, Jerome Bonaparte returned to his residence in Rouen.
Early the next morning, there was a hurried knock on the door to the bedroom.
With a splitting headache, Jerome Bonaparte tried his best to open his eyes and buried his head on the pillow. He responded lazily, "Please come in!"
"Your Excellency, from British intelligence!" Wallevsky put the envelope beside Jerome Bonaparte's bed.
"What's the content? Read it to me!" The drowsy Jerome Bonaparte didn't want to open his eyes, he still asked Wallevsky with a lazy emphasis.
Under the order of Jerome Bonaparte, Wallevsky opened the envelope and read the contents of the envelope aloud: "The former King of Orleans, Louis-Philippe de Orleans, is dying, and has been diagnosed by many doctors. Issue a critical illness notice! Hope Your Majesty will know!"
The hazy Jerome Bonaparte instantly woke up. He opened his eyes and turned around and asked in a serious tone, "What? Say it again!"
Wallevsky read the contents of the envelope to Jerome Bonaparte again.
"Okay!" The news that Louis-Philippe was critically ill made Jerome Bonaparte completely refreshed. There is nothing more exciting than this news.
"I thought he could survive this summer, but I didn't expect to die so soon! God bless it!" Jerome Bonaparte became somewhat unparalleled because of his excitement: "I thought something had changed..."
"Yes!" A trace of sadness flashed in Wallewski's eyes, and he still maintained a respectful attitude towards the gentleman who lived in seclusion in Claremont.
When he was in the Orleans Dynasty, Louis Philippe helped him a lot.
"Good! Good! Good!" Compared to Wallevsky's grief, Jerome Bonaparte's impression of Louis-Philippe was not so good.
In addition to being a contender for the throne with Louis-Philippe, Jerome Bonaparte's "himself" brother also died indirectly at the hands of Louis-Philippe.
The hatred between Jérôme Bonaparte and Louis Philippe can be described as "inexorable."
"Your Excellency, we think we should be more wary of the Party of Order!" Wallevsky couldn't help but put forward his own suggestion to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Why?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Vallewski.
"Louis-Philippe's obstacles are gone. Both the Orleanists and the Legitimists are willing to merge! As long as the monarchs of their two factions agree..." Valevsky gave Jerome Bonaparte a normal person's perspective. analyze. "Why didn't the two monarchs break apart?" Jerome Bonaparte retorted.
"Your Excellency, they are already facing a disadvantage and it should not be possible for them to engage in internal struggles!" Valewski said cautiously.
"Cousin, you don't know the Count of Chambord! It's absolutely impossible for this guy to unite with the Orleans faction, believe me! After Louis Philippe died, the two factions will be completely divided." Jerome Bona Ba said categorically that he can't wait to see Orleanists and Legitimists having to fight infighting for various monarchs and classes [feudal hierarchy vs bourgeois monarchy].
…
Just when Jerome Bonaparte and Wallevsky were discussing Louis-Philippe at the Castle of Rouen, Louis-Philippe, who is located in the village of Clermont, a subordinate of London, was experiencing his own lantern tour.
Since Britain is closer to the north than France, London is also nearly an hour behind Paris.
As the hazy mist cleared over the village of Claremont, the warm and genial sunlight slowly rose and swept across every inch of the field.
The green grassy fields and lush forests grow stronger after receiving the nourishment of the sun. The refreshing island breeze blows from the depths of the jungle, and the village reveals a thriving confidence everywhere.
In this thriving country, there is only one villa, but a cloud of lingering melancholy hangs over it.
According to the information learned by the farmer leaning on the scarecrow and the squire in the tavern, the owners of the villas are about to return to the embrace of God.
In fact, just as Tianto said when chatting with the squire, there was a tense atmosphere on the second floor of the villa at this time. Cursing, but the source of all this came from a bedroom on the second floor of the villa.
At this time, the bedroom was already full of gentlemen in neat suits, and their eyes were all focused on the old man lying on the bed with a white quilt covering his waist. He was the former King of Orleans, Louis Philippe.
Louis Philippe closed his eyes as if he was asleep, and beside him was an old woman with gray hair, who was Louis Philippe's wife, the former queen of Orleans.
At this time, she was looking at Louis Philippe with tears in her eyes. According to the diagnosis of the royal doctor last night, Louis Philippe probably won't survive this noon.
Today can be said to be the last day for Louis Philippe.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! They are all here, Count Morley, Monsieur Guizot, Odilon Barrow, they are all here! Open your eyes! Your Majesty!" The old woman called Louis-Philippe's name softly, She hoped to wake Louis Philippe with a familiar name to Louis Philippe.
The terminally ill Louis Philippe seemed to have heard the Queen's cry. His consciousness fell into chaos, and he desperately tried to open his eyes. A light seemed to appear in Louis Philippe's consciousness. Louis Philippe moved forward in the direction guided by the "light". When the "road" came to an end, a hazy voice reached Louis Philip's ear, UU reading www.uukanshu. com "My child, you still have something to explain, go back first!"
The voice was so familiar, yet so unfamiliar.
Louis Philippe couldn't remember whose voice for a while, he followed the voice's guidance...
I want to go back!
Louis Philip's lips moved slightly, and the old woman who had been crying exclaimed: "Your Majesty, are you awake? Are you alright!"
Louis Philip opened his eyes again and observed everyone present with those turbid eyes.
Then the corners of Louis-Philippe's mouth continued to wriggle, using his expression to see that Louis-Philippe seemed to have exhausted all his history. The queen lay beside Louis-Philippe's ear: "Let Paris... Paris... Earl... come over!"
The queen hurriedly greeted everyone to make way for the Count of Paris. At this time, the Count of Paris, who was only twelve years old, looked at his grandfather lying on the bed with tears in his eyes.
Louis Philippe stretched out his hand to touch the head of the Count of Paris, but found that he had no strength to touch it at all.
The queen hurriedly stretched the hand of the Count of Paris into Louis-Philippe's hand. Louis-Philippe showed a relieved smile and said intermittently, "I... did not... give you a complete throne... I hope to use my death... To put you back on the throne!"
Afterwards, Louis Philippe sat up as if using all his strength, his pale face returned to its normal state, and everyone present knew that this was just a flashback, and they listened carefully to Louis Philippe's last words.
"Mr. Morley, M. Barrow, please take me to the Count of Chambord to say that I am very sorry for the act of usurping the throne."
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