These monastery series of red wines are not passed down to the world, and there is no brand, and outsiders cannot buy them at all. In this era, you can’t just have money, you must have the right to enjoy them.

The amount of red wine flowing out of those monasteries every year is very rare, and the taste of red wine in each monastery is different. If you are not an expert, you can't taste it.

These collection-level red wines were treasures that only emperors and high-ranking nobles could enjoy, and it was impossible for a small character like Tier to even smell the smell.

But today, he can drink the red wine from the Aubion Monastery openly like water!

The flushed face was enjoying the slight drunkenness brought by alcohol, and there was a threat telegram that had just been transferred from Paris, and there seemed to be a fierce and cowardly face on it.

"Swap hostages? Hahaha... Do you think of me as a bandit and a pirate?"

"For the Archbishop's life to trade Blankey? Hahaha... What does Dawapur have to do with me or not? Do I care?"

"Come!" Tier shouted, and soon Councillor Satröman walked in from outside. When Tier saw that it was him, not his usual follower, he immediately put away his indifferent expression and sat up straight.

"Lauman, my good friend, come and have a drink...a very rare collection of the monastery!"

"Thank you..." Satrauman took a sip of red wine like blood and sighed, "Have you heard that? Xiang Ying ran away from Biarritz. It seems that he was having a bad conversation!"

"What does that have to do with us? The Spaniards are like a bunch of bulls, and there is no reason... But well, the more intense the Philippines fights, the more we can make a profit!"

Councillor Lauman hesitated for a moment and finally spoke, "I actually came here to ask you, about Blankey's handling... I have read the telegram from the commune before. Do you have any comments?"

"I want to emphasize that the commune is too large, with the number of people who can fight to reach 300,000, and there are millions of people behind it... We have to be careful!"

Tier nodded seriously, "Well, yes, what do you mean?"

"I mean exchange! This will calm down quickly, which will be beneficial to your future governance!"

"I agree with your judgment very much!" Thier nodded, "But there is a problem. I am not the ruler of France now, and the parliament has not given me the rights. I really cannot give orders!"

"The election has not begun, and the members of the parliamentary department in various places have not yet fallen. At this time, I will issue an order? This is illegal, and the provinces below will not listen!"

When Lauman heard this, he knew that the topic could not be discussed, but he wanted to give a last try, "Can you... exert some influence? After all, MP Favre has also discussed this matter behind his back!"

Thier frowned, and Lauman mentioned the MP Favre, who was the leader of the moderates. There were a large number of people in the French Parliament who were not divided into the right and left. They were moderate and flexible in their governance, and they were highly respected. They had always been the vote base for many parties.

This face must be given!

"Let me do this, let me express my opinion first... I personally agree with your proposal. I will say hello to the province below in my personal capacity!"

"Then I will forward this telegram to the Parliament and let everyone give me some advice... Anyway, Blankey is currently free of worries and has plenty of time!"

Even lying and coaxing was considered to have passed the moderate level. After sending Satrauman away, Thier called out his secretary and sneered, "You heard it all? Let's go to the recruitment office..."

"Ah? I really want to issue an order from a person to the province?"

"You are stupid! You won't delay! Put the orders in the telegraph room. What if the sender forgets? There are as many documents as the sea in a day. What is the point of throwing one or two copies?"

"Haha... I understand, I'll do it now!"

Thier looked at the sky in the north outside the window and said with a ferocious look on his face, "France's cancer must be eradicated, and no one can be left behind! Want me to release Blanc? Go dream..."

The old fox, Thier, would not let any accidents happen to his own presidential election. He chose to drag the word, gave the people of the commune a little hope, and then began to form cliques in a row.

Then, a very strange brief peace occurred in France. Many forces calmed down and the army stopped fighting. In addition to the jumping of diplomats from various countries, the people actually showed signs of resumption of production.

Xiao Letian and the Chinese brothers got a rare opportunity to rest. Except for Xiang Ying being scolded by the head of state for some reason and being bombed to William's military port to supervise the repair of Zhiyuan, everything else seemed so harmonious.

Bordeaux has gathered more and more members of parliament. Thirty days after Xiang Ying was bombed to William's military port, the Bordeaux City Council finally gathered representatives of members from all provinces across the country.

At this moment, the envoys from European countries also gathered in Bordeaux to witness the election of the new government. This election is far beyond the Bourbon election after the Battle of Seandang.

This era has long been no longer an era when all the families live behind closed doors. The legitimacy of a government is not only recognized by the people of the whole country, but also requires recognition from other countries.

The Bordeaux election is held under the sway of diplomats across Europe. As long as there are no major problems that cannot be seen at that time, the final result will be recognized by the whole world, and the newly elected president can become a truly legal French ruler.

Xiao Lotte, Pesme, William I, Queen Victoria, Isabella II, Gladstone, Benjamin... None of these giants that 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 before the election has long been decided.

Thier began to communicate, negotiate, exchange interests with multiple forces before the French-Prussian War... and made countless dark transactions, which ultimately made these great figures who could influence history recognize him.

These people will not object, so no one can object to this era!

The Bordeaux Parliament elected Thiers as the first president of the Third Republic of France with more than 70% of the votes!

Bordeaux has become a sea of ​​joy. It is rare for the parliament to reach such a high vote. More than 70% of the members of parliament recognized Thier. It seems that this person can really lead France out of the devil of suffering.

The higher the approval rating, the more he can unite people's hearts and gather the resistance of the entire Dharma!

"Long live the Republic! Long live President Thierre!" The crowd cheered and sent the good news to all parts of France by telegram, and the person most excited in the Bordeaux City Council was Henry, the wanted criminal of the Imperial Bank.

During the war, the Imperial Bank supervisor stole 250,000 francs of cash for Thier's career, thus becoming a wanted criminal and fled to the south.

Today, it’s finally the harvest season, and Henry knows that his good days are finally here!

In the crowd, Thiers' loyal mercenary smiled and led Henry into the carriage. "Mr. Henry, you should go to the cocktail party in advance. You are going to be 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 on him and gave it to these mercenary bodyguards as a bounty, and soon took a car to leave the city council.
Chapter completed!