Make France Great Again-Chapter 184 Is the Elysee Palace a Mafia Organization?
Chapter 184: Chapter 184 Is the Elysee Palace a Mafia Organization?
"Count Algou, there is no need to be so serious! We were just having a casual chat! I am also someone who enjoys studying economics, which is why I wanted to share my research with you."
Jerome Bonaparte found a way to downplay his previous behavior, subtly hinting at Count Algou that he would not dismiss him.
Jerome Bonaparte’s words effectively eased the current awkwardness, and Count Algou felt a similar relief; as long as the President could abandon his "foolish" idea, he wouldn’t have to step down from the position of President of the Bank of France.
Having served as President of the Bank of France for more than a decade, Count Algou did not want to resign so soon. At just over 60, a vigorous Count Algou believed he could still serve the entire Bank of France for another 10... no, it should be 20 more years.
"Your Majesty, please forgive my earlier behavior!" Count Algou also apologized to Jerome Bonaparte, then said to him, "Although I can’t change the opinions of my colleagues at the Bank of France, I can still offer you some assistance!"
"Hmm?" Jerome Bonaparte said to Count Algou, "The government now wants to have some guarantees for those disabled soldiers. Can the Bank of France..."
"No problem, Your Majesty!" Count Algou responded immediately, "The Bank of France is willing to serve the public cause of France." ƒrēenovelkiss.com
Compared to Mr. President’s "unreliable" grand blueprint, pure requests were obviously much more agreeable.
"Count Algou, thank you for leading the bankers of the Bank of France and serving France diligently over so many years!" Jerome Bonaparte expressed his gratitude to Count Algou, "I hope you can continue to lead the Bank of France to new glory in the future!"
Count Algou also reciprocated, "I firmly believe France will prosper and flourish under your leadership!"
One being the President of France and the other the President of the Bank of France, they connived together, thus holding the military power (Changarnier currently counted as Jerome Bonaparte’s person), the writing power, and the purse strings of France. Who else in France could rival them?
After the main opinions were exchanged, Count Algou cautiously asked Jerome Bonaparte, "Mr. President, how do you intend to handle James Rothschild’s son?"
"That would depend on the wishes of Baron James Rothschild!" Jerome Bonaparte replied with a smile to Count Algou, "Count Algou, could you convey a message to Baron James Rothschild for me?"
"Please go ahead!" Count Algou knew this was an opportunity given to him by Jerome Bonaparte.
"Please tell Baron Rothschild that if he wants his son to be released, he has to at least..." Jerome Bonaparte held up a finger.
Count Algou took a deep breath, understanding Jerome Bonaparte’s implication.
Baron James Rothschild would need to pay a bail of 10 million francs, which was not a trivial amount for the Rothschild Clan.
"Mr. President, could it be a little less?" Given that Baron James Rothschild was, like himself, a director of the Bank of France, Count Algou felt it necessary to put in a good word for James Rothschild.
"Then 8 million!" Jerome Bonaparte reduced the amount by one-fifth, thus halting Count Algou’s further bargaining.
"Yes!" Count Algou responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
"If there’s nothing else, let’s leave it at that!" Jerome Bonaparte proposed to the bankers of the Quasi-Bonapartist Faction present that the meeting be adjourned.
The Quasi-Bonapartist Faction bankers returned from the conference room to the living room.
At this point, the dance had nearly reached its end; the President’s appearance at the event brought on one last climax.
Soldiers raised their glasses and came to Jerome Bonaparte’s side, shouting "Long live Napoleon," and the bankers who had been coerced also presented a smiling face to the President.
After rounds of toasts from the bankers and soldiers, Jerome Bonaparte announced the end of the ball.
Except for the arrested Alphonse de Rothschild, all the bankers left the Elysee Palace safely.
In hindsight, they all felt immense relief for what they had done today.
After bidding farewell to the groups of bankers and soldiers, Jerome Bonaparte summoned Percy.
"Your Majesty!" Percy responded respectfully to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Percy, I want to see negative news about the Rothschild Clan in the papers tomorrow!" Jerome Bonaparte ordered Percy, "Fabricate stories that the Rothschild Clan controls France or that the Freemasons are a branch of the Rothschild Clan... I want to stir up a wave, to show that old fellow James Rothschild who truly calls the shots in France!"
Standing in the courtyard of the Elysee Palace, Jerome Bonaparte clenched his fists and gazed firmly at the stars in the sky.
While Jerome Bonaparte plotted to make James Rothschild "beg for mercy," Baron James Rothschild in the Saint-Germain District also received an earth-shattering piece of news.
"What? You didn’t see Alphonse come out?" A voice, old and severe, echoed from James Rothschild in the living room.
"No, sir! I didn’t see Master Alphonse come out!" The servant responsible for chauffeuring Alphonse de Rothschild replied to James Rothschild in a low and respectful tone.
"Then why did you come back!" James Rothschild’s tone became even more aggressive, the years of navigating the financial markets of France had given him an aura of authority without anger.
"I..." Facing James Rothschild’s beast-like ferocity, the servant’s voice began to tremble.
"Baron, don’t be hard on him!" Count Algou’s voice emerged from behind James Rothschild.
James Rothschild couldn’t help but look back.
"Count Algou!" The arrival of the President of the Bank of France temporarily quelled James Rothschild’s anger, and he nodded slightly at the "esteemed" Count before him.
"Baron, I am here on the President’s behalf to tell you that your son Alphonse is currently at the police station!" Count Algou said to James Rothschild.
"How could Alphonse be in jail?" James Rothschild exclaimed in shock.
Since Baron James Rothschild settled in France following his father’s orders, who in the entire political arena of France had not treated them with utmost respect?
"Alphonse confronted the President!" Count Algou explained to Baron James Rothschild.
"The President?" James Rothschild couldn’t help but strike the floor with his cane and shouted, "He is merely the manager of France. What right does he have to detain my son!"
"Just because he is the nephew of that person!" Count Algou showed no fear in the face of James Rothschild’s anger, he had resources no less impressive than James Rothschild, at least within France.
Of course, that was limited to France.
Count Algou’s words cooled James Rothschild down somewhat, but he still retorted coldly, "The President’s term is not unlimited, and his wanton behavior will eventually have consequences!"
"Baron, do you think that person’s nephew will obediently wait for his term to end?" Count Algou retorted, "Power is something that no one wants to relinquish once they hold it! The Emperor dissolved the Five Hundred People’s Hall back then; do you think he will act like the Emperor did?"
Suppressing the brief burst of anger, James Rothschild regained his composure. He looked steadily at the Count Algou who visited in the dead of night, forcing a smile and said, "I wonder what Mr. President requires our Rothschild Clan to do!"
Count Algou was slightly surprised by James Rothschild’s response, acknowledging that James Rothschild’s political instinct as a banker remained sharp.
"The President wishes for the Rothschild Clan to take responsibility for France and serve its public endeavors!" Count Algou replied to James Rothschild.
The Rothschild Clan has always served the public affairs of France!
James Rothschild couldn’t help but shout inwardly, knowing full well what Count Algou meant.
So it turns out the Rothschild Clan has run into bandits.
"I wonder how much the President expects us to contribute to the public service?" James Rothschild asked Count Algou with a slightly mocking tone.
"Eight million francs!" Count Algou responded instantly.
"Eight million francs?!!!" James Rothschild’s eyes widened, and his voice involuntarily rose.
Although James Rothschild had anticipated a significant financial outlay, Jerome Bonaparte’s demand far exceeded his expectations.
"I could buy his head for half that amount!" James Rothschild responded viciously to Count Algou.
"Believe me! If you do that, both you and your son will end up disastrously!" Count Algou threatened seriously, "The President embodies many people’s dreams!"
"I..." James Rothschild couldn’t help swallowing, regretting why he had uttered such thoughtless words just now.
The Rothschild Clan indeed had wealth, but that didn’t mean they could withstand a President holding France’s administrative and military powers.
For France, the President may not be irreplaceable, but neither was a banker.
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