Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Six The Investigation Department Unsheathed
Compared to Odilon Barro who didn't care at all about the feelings of War Minister Liuelli, Jerome Bonaparte noticed the displeasure on Liuelli's face.
It’s not a good feeling to be the Secretary of War!
Jerome Bonaparte muttered silently.
He could only express sympathy in his heart for Liuelli's current situation.
After all, Liuelli has three "mother-in-laws" above his head. He has to worry about the president's attitude and the internal unity of the Party of Order. More importantly, his nominal subordinates also ignore him.
Any attempt to play both sides at this position will have only two final results.
Either get angry and leave, or be dismissed by the president.
Jérôme Bonaparte would never allow a man who had both sides to sit in this important position, even if he frequently replaced the Minister of War.
Odilon Barrow's personal "speech" lasted for half an hour and ended.
"Minister Liuelli, as for the time to sign the mobilization order, I'll leave it to you to worry about it! We hope that the Ministry of War can quickly issue a martial law order just before the Changarnier operation! This will not constitute "unconstitutional"." Gérault.
M. Bonaparte spoke to Liuelli in a friendly manner.
"Yes!" Liuelli responded immediately. Compared with Odilon Barro who ignored him, Jérôme Bonaparte's attitude of "respecting" his opinion was much better.
"Yes! Mr. President is right!" Odilon Barrow's tone was slightly arrogant. He was like a gladiator about to enter the battlefield: "We cannot wait for the Ministry of War to issue an order before taking action. The Ministry of War should cooperate with our actions!
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Minister Liuelli expressed his understanding.
After the short meeting, Odilon Barro and Liulier left the Elysee Palace.
After the two walked out of the Elysée Palace, Odilon Barro and Liuelli separated, one went to the Matignon Palace [the office of the French Prime Minister], and the other went to the Bourne Palace.
As soon as Liuelli, who was riding in a carriage, stepped onto the steps of the Bourne Palace, Canrobert, who was riding horseback, stopped him with his hind legs.
"Mr. Minister, this is from the president!" Canrobert dismounted and handed an invitation to the dinner into Liuelli's hands.
After Liouelli took the invitation, he did not read it in front of Canrobert. Instead, he held him in his arms and said to Canrobert: "Please express my gratitude to the President for me!"
"Your Excellency, the President, hopes that you will be honored to attend!"
After saying that, Canrobert rode away on the horse again.
Liuelli, who watched Canrobert go away, quietly opened the invitation. The date on the invitation was June 14th.
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The time came to 3:40 pm.
The sunshine approaching four o'clock is so dull, hot, decadent, declining and exciting, as if it is about to spread its last light and heat to the earth, which is sad and bleak but also heroic.
It was at this time that Minister of Agriculture and Commerce Bife arrived from the countryside to the Elysée Palace.
"Minister Biffet, welcome!" Jérôme Bonaparte stretched out his hand and said to Biffet.
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Excellency the President!" Biffet did not shake hands with Jérôme Bonaparte. With a slightly arrogant personality, he just responded in a neither humble nor condescending manner.
Facing Bife, who had no intention of getting close to him, Jerome Bonaparte did not have the slightest negative emotion.
"Sit down!" Jérôme Bonaparte extended his hand to invite Biffet.
Biffe sat opposite Jérôme Bonaparte and said: "Your Excellency, Mr. President, do you have any instructions for calling me here?"
"Minister Biffe, I would like to ask how many telegraph lines France has to foreign countries and how many submarine cables there are. Can our telegraphs receive information from the entire Europe at the first time?" Jérôme Bonaparte breathed out.
Many questions were asked of Bife.
After thinking about it for a long time, Bife spoke in an organizational voice: "Mr. President, there are a total of 5 in France. They are Belgium (Brussels), Prussia (Rhineland and Frankfurt), and Austria (Vienna)! Submarine cables, we
Construction is underway and a cable is expected to be laid from the UK to France next year, so we won't be able to receive information from all of Europe!"
"Does the Ministry of Agriculture and Commerce have any plans to build several cables, for example, to the Ottoman Empire, or also to Rome?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked tentatively.
"It's a pity! No!" Biffe rebuffed decisively: "According to France's current financial expenditure, we cannot build a cable to the Near East! Once the cable breaks in the middle, all our investment will be lost.
None, and from a practical point of view, the telegraph line to the Ottoman Empire was of no use at all!”
"What about Strasbourg? There must be someone there!" Jérôme Bonaparte still suggested the comparison fee in a negotiating tone.
"It's a pity!" Bife said without giving any face to Jerome Bonaparte: "Our department also discussed the same telegram from Paris to Strasbourg, but we came to the conclusion that the cost was greater than the income! For this reason, we have
The telegraph circuit is undoubtedly the best choice, and isn’t Mr. President’s newspaper also a beneficiary?”
Biffet pointed the finger at the "Bonaparte" newspaper owned by Jérôme Bonaparte. The underlying meaning was that he did not want to interfere in the affairs of the Ministry of Agriculture and Commerce.
"If Minister Biffet feels that there is a problem with the procedures of "Le Bonaparte", then go and investigate! I support Minister Biffet's decision!" Jérôme Bonaparte sneered, and then added: "If
If there is a problem with "Le Bonaparte", it must have something to do with the Ministry of Agriculture and Commerce. By then, I'm afraid I will have to conduct an in-depth internal investigation of yours!"
Jérôme Bonaparte's naked threats make him look like a scoundrel.
As Jérôme Bonaparte hinted, he could get rid of a newspaper, but could Biffet get rid of an entire department?
Furthermore, once Jérôme Bonaparte finds out something fishy about the Ministry of Agriculture and Commerce, all he has to do is dump a bucket of newspapers, and reporters in Paris will swarm in like sharks smelling blood.
If it affects Odilon Barrow's cabinet, he will become a scapegoat.
"Mr. President, I don't mean not to set up telegraph lines. I think we should postpone the action! Wait until there is a financial surplus before taking the next step!" Bife's attitude softened instantly.
Financial balance? Dream on!
According to Jérôme Bonaparte's plan, France would not be able to have a financial balance within a few years, and would even have huge debts.
These are all necessary conditions for industrialization.
If we wait for a financial reprieve, I am afraid that the telegraph installation will not be completed in ten years.
"The problem with the telegraph is mine!" Jérôme Bonaparte knew that he didn't have to break through Biffe's "thread" from the front, so he could only choose to end the topic hastily.
"Your Excellency, President, I understand your desire to make some achievements for the country!" Biff affirmed Jérôme Bonaparte's behavior, pretending to be a reasonable guest and dissuaded him: "However, you cannot act too hastily.
!We need to wait until France’s finances are strong enough to support our affairs!”
"I understand, Minister Biffe! We really shouldn't rush it! After all, you should know that my term is only four years, and I want to make some achievements so that they all recognize me!" Jérôme Bonaparte
He spread his hands and sighed, he seemed to have obeyed Bife's arrangement.
Biffet, who thought he had convinced Jerome Bonaparte, gave Jerome Bonaparte verbal encouragement, and then Jerome Bonaparte left the Elysée Palace with a smile and Paisini's farewell.
Pesini, who sent Biffet to the gate of the Elysée Palace, returned to his study again.
At this time, Jerome Bonaparte's expression instantly changed from a smile to a sneer, and the smell of gunpowder filled the entire room.
"Pessini!" Jérôme Bonaparte said word by word in an indifferent tone.
"Yes!" Pesini thought quickly and responded quickly.
"Call Marcel Jerug over here! It's been half a year since his Counterrevolutionary Investigation Department was established, and now it's time to bear fruit!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to Pesini in a commanding tone.
After receiving the order from Jérôme Bonaparte, Pessini quickly went to the police department, found Chief Marcel Jerug and informed him of the order summoned by the president.
It had been half a year since he became the director, and he immediately followed Pesini to the Elysee Palace to meet with the president.
Marcel Jerug, who was in a very pious mood, saw Jérôme Bonaparte again. He said excitedly: "Your Majesty, I am so happy to see you!"
"Don't say anything unnecessary!" Jérôme Bonaparte did not take into account Marcel Jerug's mood at all. He said in a rough tone: "Now take your people and check Biffe for me.
Chaotian! I want to see what courage this son of a bitch has to go against me!"
"Yes!" Marcel Jerug instantly understood what Jérôme Bonaparte meant, and he immediately assured Jérôme Bonaparte that he would find out the family background of Biffet, the Minister of Agriculture and Commerce.
"Don't alarm him, and don't let him know that someone is checking him!" Jerome Bonaparte warned again.
"Your Majesty, please rest assured! I promise that it will be carried out without anyone noticing!" Marcel Jerug vowed to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Go!" Jerome Bonaparte waved his hand.
Marcel Jerug, who had received much attention, left the Elysée Palace accompanied by Pesini.
When leaving, Marcel Jerug said angrily: "Secretary-General Pesini, that Biffe is too presumptuous, do you need me?"
Marcel Jerug made a gesture of wiping his neck, and the meaning was self-explanatory.
"Your mission is to thoroughly investigate all the relationships and family background around Bife, and don't do unnecessary things! Be careful to make His Majesty unhappy!" Pesini warned the slightly rash guy in front of him.