Make France Great Again-Chapter 966 - 957: Emile Olivier in Turmoil
"Only those of us who are truly willing to serve France should gain rights, to prevent the ascension of mediocre incompetents!"
Sitting in the carriage leaving Alfred Dariemon’s mansion, Emile Olivier’s mind kept echoing Alfredo Dariemon’s words, unknowingly feeling a tinge of agreement.
In terms of genuine talent and learning, Emile Olivier was not inferior to some ministers in the Cabinet; he merely lacked an opportunity to showcase his true abilities.
Now, such an opportunity was placed before him, making Emile Olivier unable to resist the temptation.
Moreover, Alfred Dariemon mentioned that the New Republican Party he founded is more inclusive than Jules Favre’s, allowing Emile Olivier to join without changing his committed beliefs.
"Should I join or not!" Emile Olivier murmured softly.
"We have arrived, Mr. Olivier!" Only when the voice of the carriage driver came from outside did Emile Olivier return to reality.
Getting out of the carriage, Emile Olivier took a silver coin from his pocket and handed it to the driver.
"Mr. Olivier, I don’t take money!" The carriage driver declined Emile Olivier’s silver coin.
It was only then that Emile Olivier realized the carriage he rode was Alfred Dariemon’s exclusive carriage.
"Please convey my thanks to your master, Mr. Alfred Dariemon!" Emile Olivier put the silver coin back in his pocket and solemnly told the driver.
"I will relay your message!" The driver nodded and responded, "If there’s nothing else, I will take my leave now!"
"Yes!" Emile Olivier waved his hand, watching the carriage depart.
He then headed straight towards his rented apartment.
As Emile Olivier was nearing the entrance of the apartment building, a voice stopped him.
Emile Olivier halted and looked towards the source of the voice.
A butler in a black tailcoat was the one who called Emile Olivier, slowly walking towards him.
"Who are you?" Emile Olivier asked, puzzled as he looked at the figure in front of him.
In his memory, he seemed to have had no connection with this person.
Probably the butler of some Count! Emile Olivier thought to himself.
The unidentified butler shattered all of Emile Olivier’s guesses with a single sentence, "Mr. Olivier, I come from the Tuileries Palace!"
Emile Olivier’s pupils narrowed, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face.
After a while, as he regained composure, Emile Olivier asked again: "Does His Majesty Jerome Bonaparte need me for something?"
"His Majesty asked me to tell you that the doors of the Tuileries Palace are always open to someone like you!" The butler told Emile Olivier.
"Is that all His Majesty wanted to say?" Emile Olivier asked the butler again.
"His Majesty also expressed his keen anticipation for your next meeting!
If you’re willing, he will meet with you privately after tomorrow afternoon’s gathering ends!" The butler continued to inform Emile Olivier.
"Please convey to Emperor Jerome Bonaparte that I... also look forward to meeting him!"
For some reason, the words Emile Olivier originally intended to refuse transformed into a desire to meet.
"I will convey your message!" The butler replied to Emile Olivier.
Then, the butler handed Emile Olivier a set of keys.
"What is this..." Emile Olivier glanced at the keys in confusion, then focused his gaze on the butler.
"These are from His Majesty! He says an individual of your caliber should have a residence of his own in Paris.
This residence is considered a gift from him!" The butler explained to Emile Olivier.
"I..." Emile Olivier wanted to refuse Jerome Bonaparte’s ’sugar-coated bullets’.
"If you are truly uncomfortable with this, then consider the house rented to you!"
"You only need to pay 500 francs in rent each year, and that’s it!" Without waiting for Emile Olivier to speak, the butler continued to say, "Mr. Olivier, even if not for yourself, you should think about your wife!"
Upon hearing these words, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of Emile Olivier’s mouth. He took the keys from the butler and said in a low tone, "Please convey my gratitude to His Majesty!"
"I will pass it on to His Majesty!" The butler nodded and smiled at Emile Olivier, saying, "Mr. Olivier, the mansion is located at Vosges Square... I won’t disturb you any longer!"
After speaking, the butler left Emile Olivier’s side.
Emile Olivier stood there alone for a moment, then he came back to his senses. He glanced at the key in his hand and continued to move forward to the apartment.
When Emile Olivier returned to the apartment, a scent hit his face. Emile Olivier followed the aroma to the kitchen and saw his young wife, Marie Thérèse Olivier, cooking for him.
Hearing the commotion outside, Marie Thérèse Olivier turned around and saw Emile Olivier standing at the kitchen door.
"You’re back!" Marie Thérèse Olivier quickly came to Emile Olivier’s side, nestled into his embrace like a dependent bird.
"Mm!" Emile Olivier hugged Marie Thérèse Olivier with one hand, gently stroking her slightly curly hair with the other. His eyes were filled with affection.
After a brief moment of warmth, Marie Thérèse Olivier lifted her head to inquire about the invitation.
She was very worried that this invitation might take Emile Olivier away from her side like six years ago.
[PS: Six years ago, Emile Olivier was arrested in Val Province for opposing Jerome Bonaparte proclaiming himself Emperor.
He was only pardoned by the Empire after the Crimean War had achieved a phase victory.]
"The invitation is just for the person receiving it to meet with His Majesty, there is no other meaning," Emile Olivier said casually.
"Really?" Marie Thérèse Olivier still couldn’t believe it, "Does His Majesty the Emperor really only want to meet once?
I heard from others that His Majesty the Emperor is preparing to use the army to maintain order again, like several years ago..."
Marie Thérèse Olivier spoke incessantly, recounting the hearsay she got from others.
After listening, Emile Olivier frowned and asked sternly, "Where did you hear such rumors?"
"Someone told me!" Marie Thérèse Olivier said with grievance to Emile Olivier, "I’m just worried about you!"
Looking at his wife, Emile Olivier had to speak softly to her, "His Majesty the Emperor has already guaranteed no large-scale reckoning, so there is no need for the army!
Even if the army does enter Paris, as a representative of the Legislative Corps, I naturally have immunity! They can’t do anything to me!"
"Six years ago, you were also a member of the National Assembly! Those people still put you in prison!" Marie Thérèse Olivier retorted to Emile Olivier.
"It’s different now!" Emile Olivier explained to Marie Thérèse Olivier, "The Legislative Corps is an institution of public opinion established by the Emperor himself, I believe he absolutely won’t make himself look bad!"
"Really?" Marie Thérèse Olivier was skeptical.
"Really!" Emile Olivier said to Marie Thérèse Olivier with certainty.
Next, Emile Olivier took out a key chain and told Marie Thérèse Olivier: Before long, they could leave here and move to another mansion!
That mansion would definitely be much larger than this current apartment!
"The monthly rent must be substantial, right?" Marie Thérèse Olivier worried about the rent, "Why don’t we forget it!
You just became a representative, there are many expenses, we can’t be so wasteful!"
[PS: A Legislative Corps Senator can earn up to 30,000 francs a year, while a state counselor earns 25,000 francs a month, but a Legislative Corps representative not only earns nothing, they have to put in propaganda expenses.]
Thinking of how Marie Thérèse Olivier followed him for years without enjoying once, Emile Olivier couldn’t help feeling guilty. He said with determination to Marie Thérèse Olivier, "Rest assured! We will have it all!
And this room doesn’t require us to spend too much money; it’s even cheaper than our current place."
"Really?" Marie Thérèse Olivier doubted that a house could be cheaper than this, which was already the best value she found, "Why would the owner of that house want to rent it to you?"
"The owner of the house is a friend of mine!" Emile Olivier said to Marie Thérèse Olivier, "We happened to meet, and he happened to want to rent out the house!
He decided to rent it to us. Originally, he didn’t intend to charge us!"
"Then we should thank him well!"
