"If General Opal knew that our Prince only regarded him as a replaceable tool, I don't know what his expression would be like."
Mathilde, whose nose was covered by an ivory fan, showed a playful expression.
Opal's behavior of ignoring Mathilde at the party apparently made Mathilde "bear a grudge".
Jérôme Bonaparte shrugged, spread his hands, and said in a calm tone: "I think Opel will be happy to accept it!"
"Huh?" Mathilde looked at Jérôme Bonaparte in confusion, her eyes filled with "I need an explanation."
"For a politician who is committed to French politics, he will experience a total of two deaths in his life! One is a real death, and the other is a political death." Jerome Bonaparte paused and continued. explain:
"Our General Opul is experiencing political death. Even though the National Assembly is now the highest authority, there are too many French MPs. The 750 MPs have too little power. The power of ministers in government departments obviously needs to be Much older than a member of the National Assembly, General Opur can only choose to join us if he wants to usher in a new political life, even if I treat him as a tool.
Once you taste the power of power, you can never let it go, even for just one day. My dear sister, no one can refuse power, not even Dictado, who claims to get off work at 0:00. Do you believe that our Mr. Dictado will make a joke during the handover! No, it should be said that our Mr. Dictado is very likely to make a joke during the election. "
Mathilde chuckled lightly and said with a charming expression: "Then I'll wait and see!"
The carriage quickly brought Jérôme Bonaparte back to the Rhine Hotel.
"See you tomorrow!" Mathilde stretched out her hand to wave goodbye to Jérôme Bonaparte while sitting in the carriage.
"See you tomorrow!" Jérôme Bonaparte also waved to him.
After watching the carriage disappear at the end of the street, Jerome Bonaparte turned and entered the Rhine Hotel.
From the hotel owner, he learned that his prodigal father came back with the same woman around 1 a.m.
The woman who returned with old Jerome has not yet come downstairs.
"Alas!" Looking at the admiring eyes and tone of the hotel owner, Jérôme Bonaparte shook his head and sighed. His father was really a Parisian prodigal. Compared with him, he was simply a love figure in Paris. A "white lotus" that has not yet been infected.
After thinking for a moment, Jerome Bonaparte decided not to disturb his father's enjoyment. Jerome Bonaparte said goodbye to the hotel owner and returned to his residence alone.
After a tiring day, he lay in bed thinking about everything that happened today, and fell asleep without knowing it.
Early the next morning, drizzle began to fall in the gray sky, and the drizzle made a "crackling" sound on the glass windows.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who was lying on the bed in a "big" shape, was awakened by the sound of raindrops and slowly opened his eyes.
"What time is it!" Jérôme Bonaparte struggled to get up from the bed, yawning and rubbing his sleepy night.
In the haziness, he saw the clock placed in the corner. It was less than 10 minutes away from the agreed 10 o'clock.
Jérôme Bonaparte suddenly woke up and took a simple shower. He also straightened the folds of his sleeves and heard a knock on the door before he opened the door.
Jérôme Bonaparte quickly walked to the door and opened the door. Pesigny and Eugène Rouet stood outside the door.
"Your Majesty!" Pesini and Eugène Rouet saluted Jérôme Bonaparte at the same time.
Jerome Bonaparte raised his hand and said calmly: "Let's go!"
Jérôme Bonaparte walked in front, and Pessini and Eugène Rouet walked behind Jérôme Bonaparte.
Since the entire floor of the Rhine Hotel was used as a temporary gathering place for the Bonapartists, important meetings with the Bonapartists were also held here.
The three of them came to a room at the corner together, and Jérôme Bonaparte opened the door.
The empty room was filled with Bonapartist members, and those who could come here were all mid-level cadres of the Bonapartist Party.
Although they joined his command with various ulterior ambitions and purposes, they were able to work day and night for the leaders of three generations of Bonapartes (Roman King-Louis Napoleon-Jérôme Bonaparte) for more than thirty years. This in itself proves their loyalty...emmmm...at least more loyal than those generals in Paris!
"Gentlemen, the time has come to regain what we lost!" Jerome Bonaparte stretched out his hand and made a fist: "This time, we must hold it tightly! Don't let it fall again!"
"Long live the Empire!" Bonaparte's followers shouted loudly at almost the same time. This scene was almost the same as the MLM conference in later generations.
Jérôme Bonaparte shook hands with each Bonapartist.
Until he came to Pierre Bonaparte.
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry for you!" Pierre Bonaparte lowered his head and did not dare to face Jérôme Bonaparte.
Jérôme Bonaparte did not know whether Pierre Bonaparte was truly repenting or pretending to convert, but now was the time to work together, and no infighting would be allowed.
Jérôme Bonaparte held Pierre Bonaparte's hand and said: "Cousin, are you willing to continue to dedicate yourself to the Bonaparte family?"
Pierre Bonaparte raised his head and looked at Jérôme Bonaparte in surprise. He did not expect that he could gain his cousin's forgiveness so quickly.
"I do!" Pierre Bonaparte said firmly.
Everyone was happy for Jérôme Bonaparte's generosity.
After all, no one wants to follow a mean monarch.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who had temporarily reconciled with Pierre Bonaparte, came to his father Jérôme Sr.
Old Jerome nodded slightly to Jerome Bonaparte and said: "Back!"
"Back!" Jérôme Bonaparte also responded briefly.
After meeting with the backbone of the Bonapartist faction, Jérôme Bonaparte began to deploy electoral issues and electoral slogans.
"Secretary-General Pesini!" Jérôme Bonaparte formally addressed Pesini.
"Yes!" Pesini responded with a serious expression.
The Bonapartists looked at the newly minted Secretary-General in surprise, their eyes full of jealousy and envy.
"I hope there can be a newspaper in Paris that belongs only to the Bonapartists!" Jérôme Bonaparte assigned the role to Pesini.
"Yes!" Pesini responded to Jérôme Bonaparte.
After that, Pesini named several Bonapartists who had worked in the newspaper office and walked away with their heads held high.
