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 major cities.

The whole body of the lottery is made of pink theme, and on the front is a string of "winning" numbers and a line of slogans that read, "Give me a franc and give you a dream!" On the back is a bust of Emperor Napoleon and a line of small print in the lower right corner [All proceeds from the lottery will be used to establish a "workers' village" in the form of charity]

As soon as the lottery was issued, it was unanimously sought after by the lumpenproletarians of France, who tried to get rich by a whomever took out what money they had 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 of the printing was carried out at night, compared with the first edition, both the workmanship and the degree of care were far behind, so that there were multiple errors of duplicate numbers.

Six days later, the second edition of the lottery reappeared at booths around the country, and more gangsters and proletarians who wanted to get rich joined in.

Not only the lumpenproletarians, but also some workers who were industrious and thrifty could not bear the low prices and their own dreams of gold panning, and they also spent money to play a game.

The second version of the 4 million lottery ticket also took more than a week to sell out.

After two rounds of frenzied players, they finally calmed down, but the gold bar lottery won nearly 5 million tickets again in the lottery over the next half month.

In the end, more than 3,000 "lucky winners" were selected to go to California to fulfill their gold rush dreams.

[The reason why there are so many people is because of a typographical error.] 】

Removing the printing with the main lines of the 2 components and the lucky ones to travel to France at the expense of being able to get to Jérôme. The money in Bonaparte's hands was about more than 9 million francs.

It's just that that's a few months later.

At this time, he was walking through the ball hosted by the mayor of Rouen with his wine, and the members of the ball were all elite members of the Rouen region, who were also invited by the mayor of Rouen to the ball.

Jérôme integrated from one group to another. Bonaparte was able to become the focal point of the group in an instant, and he proudly proclaimed to the members of the group, "No one knows and loves the republic better than he does!" "Only by fully realizing the republican and universal suffrage system can France be truly liberated!" Something like that.

At the same time, a toast to the republic was offered from time to time, and Rouen's elite always smiled and drank in a flattering manner.

After a glass of wine, the Rouen elite asked Jérôme. Bonaparte hinted that tariffs on Britain should be raised in order to ensure that France would be more competitive.

In response to the rhetoric of the Rouen elite that they wanted to raise tariffs in order to develop a monopoly market, Jérôme. Bonaparte was no longer surprised.

Since the establishment of absolute royal power, France has had a tradition of raising tariffs to protect its own economy.

Moreover, the soil of French industry is also inseparable from the protection of industry.

While raising tariffs would make coal imports more expensive, it would still be profitable in a near-monopoly market.

Jérôme. Bonaparte, with a slight drunkenness, agreed to the pleas of the textile owners of Rouen, who were overjoyed and frequently appealed to Jérôme. Bonaparte toasted.

Surrounded by everyone, Jérôme. Bonaparte returned to his residence in Rouen.

Early the next morning, a sharp knock came from outside the door to the bedroom.

Jérôme with a splitting headache. Bonaparte, who desperately opened his eyes and buried his head in the pillow, replied lazily: "Please come in!" ”

"Your Excellency, from Britannia!" Valevsky placed the envelope in Jérôme. Bonaparte's bedside.

"What's the content? Read it to me! "Grossy Jérôme. Bonaparte didn't want to open his eyes, and he asked Valewski with a languid emphasis.

In Jérôme. On Bonaparte's orders, Valewski opened the envelope and read aloud the contents of the envelope: "Louis, the former king of Orleans. Philip. De Orleans is in critical condition and has been diagnosed by multiple doctors and has been given a critical illness notice! I hope Your Majesty knows! ”

Jérôme in the haze. Bonaparte came to his senses in an instant, he opened his eyes and turned over and asked in a serious tone, "What?" You repeat! ”

Valewski read the contents of the envelope to Jérôme again. Bonaparte listened.

"Okay!" Louis. The news that Philippe was critically ill made Jérôme. Bonaparte was in good spirits, and nothing could be more exciting than the news.

"I thought he would survive this summer, but I didn't expect to die so soon! God bless! "Jérôme. Bonaparte became somewhat incomparable with excitement: "I thought something had changed......"

"Yes!" A sad look flashed in Valewski's eyes, and he still maintained a respectful attitude towards the gentleman who lived in seclusion in Claremont.

At the time of the Orleans dynasty, Louis. Philip helped him a lot.

"Good! Good! Good! "In contrast to Valewski's grief, Jérôme. Bonaparte for Louis. Philip's impression was not so good.

In addition to his association with Louie. Philip was a contender for the throne outside of Jérôme. Bonaparte's brother "himself" also died indirectly at Louis. Philip's hands.

Jérôme. Bonaparte with Louis. Philip's hatred can be described as "incompatible".

"Your Excellency, we think we should be more vigilant against the Party of Order!" Valewski couldn't help but say to Jérôme. Bonaparte made his own proposal.

"Why?" Jérôme. Bonaparte asked Wallevsky.

"Louis. Philip's obstacle is gone. Both the Orleanists and the Orthodox have the heart to integrate! As long as the monarchs of both factions agreed...... "Valevsky gave Jérôme a normal human perspective. Bonaparte analysis.

"Why didn't the two monarchs break up?" Jérôme. Bonaparte retorted.

"Your Excellency, they are already facing a disadvantage, it should be impossible for them to fight internally!" Valevsky said cautiously.

"Cousin, you don't know Count Chambor! There's no way this guy could unite with the Orleanists, trust me! Louis. After Philip's death, it was time for the two factions to split completely. "Jérôme. Bonaparte said categorically that he could not wait to see the Orleanists and the Orthodox faction having to fight among themselves because of the various monarchs and classes [feudal hierarchies vs. bourgeois monarchy].

……

Right here in Jérôme. Bonaparte and Valewski discuss Louis at the Château de Rouen. At the time of Philip, Louis Murphy in the Clemont Township of London. Philip is on his own journey.

Since Britain is closer to the north than France, London is also about an hour behind Paris.

As the mist lifted from the skies over Clemont Township, the warm, warm sun slowly rose and swept every inch of the field.

The grassy fields and lush forests thrive after receiving the nourishment of the sun, and the refreshing island breeze blows from the depths of the jungle, and the countryside reveals a thriving atmosphere everywhere.

In this thriving countryside, there is only one villa that hangs over a lingering cloud of melancholy.

According to the information that the squire in the field and the tavern leaning on the scarecrow had learned that the owners of the villas were about to return to the arms of God.

In fact, as Tado and the squire said in their casual conversation, there was an air of nervousness on the second floor of the villa at this time, and the servants were silent to each other, for fear that they would be scolded by the master who was in a bad mood for muttering quietly, 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 focused on the old man lying on the bed with a white quilt on his waist. Philip.

Louis. Philip closed his eyes as if he were asleep, and beside him was an old woman with gray hair. Philip's wife, Queen of the former Kingdom of Orleans.

At this time, she was looking at Louis with tears in her eyes. Philippe, according to last night's diagnosis of the royal doctor, Louis. There's a good chance that Philip won't survive this noon.

Today it can be said that Louie. The last day Philip spent.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! They all came, the Count of Morley, Mr. Guizot, Odillon. Barrow, they're all here! Open your eyes! Your Majesty! The old woman called out softly to Louis. Philip's name she wanted to use Louis. Philip's familiar name will be Louis. Philip wakes up.

Terminally ill Louie. Philip seemed to hear the queen's cry, and his consciousness was in a state of confusion, and he desperately wanted to open his eyes, and a light seemed to appear in Louis. In Philippe's consciousness, Louis. Philippe followed the direction of the "light", and when the "road" came to an end, a hazy voice reached Louis. Philip's ear, "My child, you still have some things to explain, go back first!" ”

The voice was so familiar, yet so unfamiliar.

Louis. Philip couldn't remember whose voice it was for a moment, and he followed the voice's guidance......

I'm going back!

Louis. Philip's lips squirmed slightly, and the old woman who had been crying exclaimed, "Your Majesty, are you awake?" You okay! ”

Louis. Philip reopened his eyes and observed everyone present with his cloudy eyes.

Followed by Louis. The corners of Philip's mouth continued to squirm, and he looked at Louis with his expression. Philippe seems to have exhausted all the history of the queen lying on Louis. Philip's ear: "Jeanba...... Black...... Uncle...... Lord come here! ”

The queen hurriedly beckoned everyone to make way for the Count of Paris, who was only twelve years old at this time, and looked at his grandfather lying on the bed with tears in his eyes.

Louis. Philippe reached out to stroke the head of the Count of Paris, but found that he simply did not have the strength to do so.

The queen hurriedly extended the Count's hand to Louis. In the hands of Philippe, Louis. Philip smiled with satisfaction, plucked up his strength, and said intermittently, "I...... No...... Gives you a full throne...... Hope with my death...... to put you back on the throne! ”

Subsequently, Louis. Philippe sat up as if he had used all his strength, his pale face returning to his normal state, and everyone present knew that this was just a return to light, and they listened intently to Louis. Philip's last words.

"Monsieur Morley, Monsieur Barrow, please take me to the Count of Chambord and tell me that I feel guilty for usurping the throne in the first place."

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