This "Beautiful Beggar" was filmed for 36 episodes in a row, and it was broadcast afterwards and was a big hit. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe vast number of Parisians would rather eat one less loaf of bread for lunch, and they all gritted their teeth to renew the fee, and strongly demanded a sequel.

That actor fascinated thousands of girls. The mayor's wife, played by Xiaoqian, has become a national idol. Xiao Qian and the beggar became an instant hit, gaining fame and fortune.

Isaac's broadcasting career became a big hit. The slogan of entertainment to death is in full swing.

BNP Paribas and various capitals keenly smelled the smell of money, shrugged their noses, and came to Isaac one after another to talk about cooperation. Isaac did not refuse to come, gave full play to his housekeeping skills, and fried the salaries of several leading actors to the sky, and all the public funds on the books were paid, leaving only a few dollars to hand over to the emperor, just like sending Hanako.

Isaac has become the emperor of the entertainment industry. The casting is arbitrary, and the fake accounts are easy to master. He is always surrounded by beautiful girls who are full of flowers and branches, and they will do whatever it takes to please the gnomes and strive to be on camera.

Becoming a star under Isaac has become the ultimate goal for young Parisians.

Beautiful girls like flowers compete to apply for the heroine, and the threshold of the audition is broken.

The role of the male number one was even more robbed. The recruiting office was crowded and the audition opera house was overcrowded. In order to be famous and make money, the man would rather sit on the set all day and wait for a role. And whether their hopes can be realized depends on Isaac's golden words.

So secretly, Isaac can manipulate the actors and put a huge salary into his own pocket. The actor became famous overnight, often ecstatic, and didn't care at all how much black money was embezzled by Isaac.

Capital's pursuit of profit, like a cat chasing a mouse, involuntarily shifts to the entertainment industry. Isaac became the darling of the bank, and the emperor was gradually abandoned by the consortium. The future of the frontal battlefield is indifferent to the conglomerates;

The emperor received less and less funding, and Isaac had more and more funds at his disposal. The Emperor was forced to give Isaac greater power to maintain stability under the harsh taxes.

Soon, the income from the people's payment to watch "The Beautiful Beggar" formed a considerable scale. As he spoke to the Emperor, Isaac's chin rose higher and lower, and the Emperor's eyelashes drooped lower and lower.

The war seemed to be forgotten by the Parisians.

The streets and alleys are filled with posters of "The Beautiful Beggar Sequel", and the clothing, food, housing and transportation of the beautiful beggar have become an eternal topic.

But there is one more person who can stand up to Isaac, and that is Xiao Qian.

No woman has ever been able to snatch the position of Xiao Qiannu No. 1. Being able to enjoy the pure and charming acting skills of the actress after tea and dinner is the only solace for men in the dilapidated reality. The Parisian audience refused to have a screen without Xiaoqian.

After playing the mayor's wife, who threw herself into her arms and served as a tiger, Xiaoqian couldn't bear it anymore and hired ballet playwright Baptiste to write the script.

Isaac was outwardly respectful to the other two demigods, but in private, he was convinced that both the man and the woman were responsible for Breschroeder's death. In short, both Xiaoqian and the emperor owe him a blood debt.

And the admonition of the deceased father has been echoing in Isaac's ears:

"Paris is yours sooner or later. ”

Only the seizure of Paris is a decent revenge. Other than that, Isaac doesn't care about anything.

As long as he co-opts the elite of Paris and builds a familiar capital empire, as long as the Guinny index approaches 0.8, then Paris will never fall.

The revenge of the gnomes has just begun.

What does it matter if there is a rout on a frontal battlefield?

What does it matter if the land of black gold is lost?

It was Fran the Great's war, and it had nothing to do with him, Isaac.

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At the same time, the contradiction between France and France over the land of black gold has become white-hot. On the east bank of the River Lane was 230,000 Prussian troops, more than twice the size of Fran's 1st Army.

The railway network of Alsace and Lorraine was not vegetarian, and it gathered the Fran First Army with a thunderous force, a total of 100,000 men, to confront the Prussian army across the river. In addition, Fran's Second Army also rushed to the main battlefield about half a month later.

The river is surging, and the two sides of the strait are tense.

At this critical juncture, the Prussian army continued to send olive branches to Frederick, revealing the intention of reunifying the north and the south, and trying to form a Greater German Empire to jointly resist the invading forces. This deepened Fran the Great's sense of crisis and strengthened his determination to strike first and break through each one.

On July 19 of that year, Frank the Great took the lead in declaring war, and the 3rd Division of the French Army crossed the river to fight, and the Franco-Prussian War broke out.

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The frontal battlefield of the Franco-Prussian War was glued to the banks of the River Lane. Fran the Great's improved firing pin rifle was extremely penetrating, and after the Prussian army accepted the lethality of this rifle, it gradually stopped launching infantry offensives and relied on artillery defense.

The equipment was updated and iterated, the infantry firepower became fierce, and the defensive ability of the legion improved by leaps and bounds.

The 230,000 Prussian and 100,000 French troops were in a stalemate, and the battle was painful.

Frederick's scout pigeons flew back to Wiener in a steady stream, bringing the latest information from the front.

On the ten-meter-long table in the staff conference room of the War Department in Wiener, there is a wargame sand table from the Lane River battlefield. Frederick sat at the end of the long table and summoned the War Colonel to the Great Power War hundreds of miles away.

"According to observations, about 100,000 men of the French First Army got off the train at [Strasbourg] and crossed the river here on ......the 19th," the staff officer began to report on the situation of the battle.

"Wait a minute. Before that, I had a question: Why could this outsider attend a meeting of the War Department?" Admiral Farina stood on the right hand side of the long table, his hands pressed to the table, frowning warily at a human-shaped leather pocket across from him.

Frederick looked to the left-hand side. On the first seat to his left, a bloated leather pocket is curled up, in which a man in a white shirt hides, filtering the air through a complex set of black plastic tubes and making a heavy bellows sound as he breathes. The orange leather pocket was extremely heavy, with a transparent mask on it, and below the mask was a pale face with high cheekbones, a hooked nose, blue eyes sunken under the arch of the eyebrows, and pale yellow eyebrows looming.

"This is the second prophet awakened by the Holy See, his name is Vincent, and he will be in charge of a top-secret military research group to develop and mass-produce the next generation of cavalry equipment. In return, he has all the right to know about the military. Frederick stood up and formally introduced the chief of the Wen section to the officer corps: "It is our luck that he is willing to cooperate with the military department. ”

Admiral Farina and the Dragoon Commander glanced at each other, and then stared at Section Chief Wen suspiciously: "Why is he wearing something like an explosion-proof suit?"

Frederick also had to explain that the head of the Wen section had already stood up on his own. He struggled to push his chair away before he stood firm on the table, and the plastic fabric made an unpleasant wrinkling sound as the suit was straightened.

"I hate this bulky elephant skin, too, and I'm sure you hate it too. So I'm sure you're more curious about what I can do than what I'm wearing. The head of the text smiled briskly and scanned the table to try to confirm, "I speak Latin, you can probably understand it?"

"I understand. Farina nodded. Latin was a higher language that the clergy had to master, a compulsory subject for the nobility.

"Then listen up: what I can do is to grant the battle light to each of you. The head of the school narrowed his eyes and opened a copy of the Sanskrit Book from the Tower of Eternity. The pages rustle and flip, and the characters float with a golden light. Then the golden characters stood out, like a gold necklace wrapped around the palm of the section leader's hand, and it was tightly entangled, as if gilding his left hand.