These monastery series of red wines have not been circulated in the world at all, and there is no brand. Outsiders cannot buy them at all. In this era, just having money is not enough, you must have rights to enjoy them.
The amount of red wine flowing out of those monasteries every year is very rare, and the taste of the red wine in each monastery is different. Even if you are not an expert, you can't taste the difference.
These collectible red wines used to be treasures that could only be enjoyed by emperors and high-ranking nobles. It was impossible for a small person like Thiers to even smell them.
But today, he can drink the red wine from Obiang Abbey like water!
Thiers, whose face was flushed, was enjoying the tipsy feeling brought by alcohol. He had in his hand the threatening telegram that had just been transferred from Paris, and there seemed to be stern faces on it.
"Exchanging hostages? Hahaha... Do you think I am a bandit and a pirate?"
"Exchanging the Archbishop's life for Blanqui? Hahaha... What does it have to do with me whether Dawabur dies or not? Do I care?"
"Here comes someone!" Thiers shouted, and soon Councilor Satraulman came in from the outside. When Thiers saw that it was him and not his usual entourage, he immediately put away his indifferent expression and sat up straight. body.
"Laurman, my good friend, come and have a drink...a very rare monastery treasure!"
"Thank you..." Satraumann took a sip of blood-like red wine and sighed. "Have you heard? Xiang Ying fled from Biarritz. It seems that his negotiation was not going well!"
"Then what does that have to do with us? The Spaniards are just like a bunch of bulls, and there is no reason to speak of... But that's fine, the more intense the Philippines fights, the more we can benefit from it!"
Councilor Laumann hesitated and finally spoke, "I actually came here to ask you about Blanqui's handling... I have read the commune's telegram before. Do you have any comments?"
"What I want to emphasize is that the commune is too huge. The number of people capable of fighting reaches 300,000, and there are millions of people supporting it... We have to be careful!"
Thiers nodded seriously, "Well, yes, what do you mean?"
"What I mean is to exchange! This way the situation will calm down quickly, which will also be good for your future governance!"
"I very much agree with your judgment!" Thiers nodded. "But there is a problem. I am not the ruler of France now. The Parliament has not given me the power yet. I really can't give orders!"
"The election hasn't started yet, and the MPs from all over the country haven't gathered yet. I'm giving orders at this time? This is illegal, and the provinces below won't listen!"
As soon as Laumann heard this, he knew that this topic could no longer be discussed, but he still wanted to try one last time, "Can you...can exert some influence? After all, Senator Favre has also discussed this matter behind his back!"
Thiers frowned, and Laumann mentioned Senator Favre, who is the leader of the moderate faction. There are a large number of people in the French Parliament who are not divided into left and right groups. Their governance is very moderate and flexible, and their popularity is also very high. It is a vote bank that is contested by many parties.
I have to give you this face!
"Well, let me express my opinion first... I personally agree with your proposal. I will say hello to the following provinces in my personal capacity!"
"Then I will forward this telegram to the parliament for everyone's comments... Anyway, Blanqui is not worried about his life at the moment, and he still has plenty of time!"
After even deceiving and coaxing him to get past the level of a moderate, and sending Satrauman away, Thiers called his secretary and sneered, "You heard everything, right? Go ahead..."
"Ah? Do you really want to issue orders to the province?"
"You are stupid! You don't know how to delay! What if the order is put in the telegraph room and the dispatcher forgets it? There are as many documents as the ocean to process in a day. What does it mean to lose one or two copies?"
"Haha...I understand, I'll do it right now!"
Thiers looked out the window at the northern sky and said with a ferocious expression, "The cancer in France must be eradicated, not a single one can be left behind! Do you want me to release Blanqui? Just dream..."
Thiers, an old fox, would not let any accident happen on his way to the presidential election. He chose the procrastination strategy, gave those people in the commune a little hope, and then began to form cliques in full swing.
Subsequently, there was a strange short-lived peace in France. Many forces calmed down and the army stopped fighting. In addition to diplomats from various countries jumping up and down, the private sector actually showed signs of resuming production.
Xiao Letian and the Chinese brothers got a rare chance to rest. Except for Xiang Ying, who was yelled at by the head of state for unknown reasons and was sent to William Naval Port to supervise the Xiu Zhiyuan, everything else seemed so harmonious.
More and more parliamentarians have gathered in Bordeaux. Thirty days after Xiang Ying was bombed to Port William, the Bordeaux City Council finally gathered representatives from all provinces in the country.
At this moment, envoys from various European countries also gathered in Bordeaux to witness the election of the new government. This election is far more legal than the election of the Bourbon Palace after the Battle of Sedan.
This era is no longer an era where everyone lives behind closed doors. The legitimacy of a government not only needs to be recognized by the people of the country, but also needs the recognition of other countries.
The Bordeaux election will be held under the watchful eyes of diplomats from all over Europe. As long as there are no major problems that are too big to look at, the final result will be recognized by the whole world, and the newly elected president will be able to become the truly legitimate French ruler. By.
Xiao Letian, Bismarck, William I, Queen Victoria, Isabella II, Gladstone, Benjamin... None of these giants who influenced the development of the times appeared on the streets of Bordeaux.
But each of them has the ability to influence the entire election!
But no one will take action, because the so-called election is just a performance, and the final result has already been determined before the election.
Thiers had been communicating, negotiating, and exchanging interests with various forces since before the Franco-Prussian War... He had made countless dark transactions, and finally allowed these big figures who could influence history to recognize him.
These people will not object, then no one or anyone in this era can oppose him!
The Bordeaux Assembly, with more than 70% of the votes, elected Thiers as the first president of the Third French Republic!
Bordeaux became a sea of joy. It was rare for the Parliament to reach such a unanimous opinion with such a high vote. More than 70% of the members recognized Thiers. It seems that this man can really lead France out of the swamp of suffering.
The higher the support rate, the better he can unite people's hearts and bring together the resistance of all France!
"Long live the Republic! Long live President Thiers!" The crowd cheered and sent the good news via telegraph to all parts of France. The most excited person in the Bordeaux City Council was Henry, the wanted criminal of the Imperial Bank.
During the war, the Reichsbank executive stole a quarter of a million francs in cash for Thiers' cause, became a wanted man and fled south.
Today, the harvest season has finally arrived, and Henry knows that his good days have finally come!
In the crowd, Thiers' loyal mercenary smiled and led Henry into the carriage, "Mr. Henry, you should go to the reception in advance. You are going to become the first president of the Central Bank of the Third Republic. Congratulations!"
"Thank you, thank you! God bless you..." Henry took out all the money he had and gave it to these mercenary bodyguards as a bounty, and soon left the city council in a car.
That night, Henry's body was tied to a large stone and sunk in the deep mud at the bottom of the Garonne River.
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