"Patterson! How have you been lately? Do you have any plans for your future?"
Jerome Bonaparte called Jerome Paterson from the Elysée Palace to the Tuileries Palace and asked him about his future plans in a friendly yet dignified tone.
Although Jérôme Bonaparte had already arranged the next plan for Patterson in his mind, he still wanted to hear the plans of his nephew who had come all the way from the New World.
"Your Majesty, I hope you can approve me to join the French army and serve the empire!" Jerome Paterson puffed up his chest and replied to Jerome Bonaparte.
After these days of careful observation on the banks of the Seine and at Paris train stations, Jérôme Patterson felt that the whole of Paris seemed to be in the midst of a highly tense mobilization, with different trains and freighters arriving every day.
Every train and freighter traveling between Paris and the provinces was loaded with cargo.
This atmosphere reminded Jerome Patterson of the scenes of the U.S.-Mexican War seven years ago.
Although Jerome Patterson, who was living in New York at the time, was very young, he could never forget the scene at that time.
Therefore, Jerome Patterson concluded that the French Empire was likely to face a war soon.
Originating from Bonaparte's competitive genes, and the "rogue" style developed from listening to the adventure stories of cowboys in the New World since he was a child, Jerome Patterson did not want to miss the war that was about to break out.
Even if Jerome Bonaparte did not ask Jerome Patterson what he wanted to do, he would find a suitable moment to explain his ambition to Jerome Bonaparte.
After hearing Jerome Paterson's words, Jerome Bonaparte was silent for a moment, and then said with a serious expression and without any emotion: "War is not a child's play! It is a fight between one group and another group.
A bloody collision, hundreds of thousands of people fighting each other over dozens of kilometers of territory! Once the war starts, I will never allow anyone to withdraw from this war for any reason! Even if you are my nephew..." Jérôme Bonnet
Ba paused and changed his words: "No, precisely because you are my nephew! During the war, I will send you to a unit with a higher mortality rate to receive the baptism of war!
Believe me! There, you will see your comrades who accompany you day and night being stabbed by the opponent's bayonet, you will hear the painful groans of your teammates, and you will smell the disgusting smell of feces, blood and brain!
Tell me! Can you endure this? If not, then you'd better stay behind me! Otherwise, no one will be able to tolerate you on the battlefield!"
Jerome Bonaparte's words did not make this passionate young man flinch. Jerome Patterson, who yearned for war in his bones, saluted Jerome Bonaparte with a standard military salute and replied in a sonorous tone: "
I promise you! No matter what happens, I will not back down! I will take responsibility for my own actions!"
"Very good!" A smile broke out on Jérôme Bonaparte's face. He was even more satisfied with the nephew in front of him. Now he just needed a member of the Bonaparte family to help him manage the army. He didn't care about Jerome Bonaparte.
Whether Tom Patterson really understands war, he only needs to let the people of Paris and the army see that the Bonaparte family is fighting side by side with them.
If the empire had not been in a completely stable stage, Jérôme Bonaparte would have considered imitating his uncle and leading an army to attack the Russian Empire on his own.
In this unsuspicious war, as long as France gives full play to its subjective initiative, the Russian Imperial Army is no match for France.
Furthermore, the reason why Jérôme Bonaparte improved the general staff system was not just to better help him make decisions and to select qualified chiefs of general staff to assist him.
In areas such as strategy and tactics, Jérôme Bonaparte was far inferior to the generals in Paris, but his own advantage lay in his control of the direction of the future war.
Grasping this will seize the lifeblood of future wars. Just imagine, when you are using the previous generation of technology to fight a war, the opponent has already used weapons that are half or one version superior to yours.
As long as the ruler on the opposite side defeats you in one fell swoop before you have updated it.
Then again, Jerome Bonaparte's "very good" excited Jerome Patterson, and he cautiously asked tentatively: "So you agreed?"
"That's right!" Jerome Bonaparte pointed at Jerome Patterson and said: "You are now appointed to the French Dragoons with the rank of second lieutenant!"
"That's great!" A joyful smile filled Jerome Patterson's face again. This silly boy with a head full of heroic dreams has already imagined the scene of himself wearing a breastplate and galloping across the battlefield to kill the enemy: "Your Majesty
, where are my troops now?”
"You can't wait to return to the team?" Jérôme Bonaparte said with a chuckle.
"Of course! I can't wait to defeat the enemies for you and the empire!" Jerome Patterson puffed up his chest without fear and said calmly.
"The spirit deserves encouragement!" Jerome Bonaparte was quite satisfied with Jerome Patterson's mental state, and then changed the subject: "However, your current mission is not to go to the military camp!"
"Then what should I do now?" Jerome Patterson asked Jerome Bonaparte again.
"You are now going to supervise the railroad bonds for a period of time on my behalf!" Jérôme Bonaparte told Jérôme Patterson about the railroad bonds.
Jerome Patterson's expression changed from excitement to hesitation.
Although he had been exposed to some financial knowledge during his time in the New World, it was only superficial. It was really difficult for a person with only superficial knowledge to supervise a huge amount of railway bonds.
"Your Majesty, I have not learned anything about railway bond management!" Jerome Patterson said to Jerome Bonaparte in a low tone.
"Don't worry! I have specially ordered Railway Minister Baros to assist you! In fact, what you have to do is to prevent anyone from using the name of Prince Lucien Murat to do anything!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Jerome Bonaparte.
Patterson replied.
Although Lucien Murat himself did not make any overreaching actions during his tenure as a senator, there is no guarantee that he will not be tempted by billions of francs in railway bonds.
If he takes any chances and acts in private, Jérôme Bonaparte will find it difficult to end the situation.
A fool like Jérôme Patterson is indeed an excellent surveillance tool.
After the war began, Jérôme Bonaparte took personal control of the railway bond issue.
"But..." Jerome Patterson still had some hesitation. Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to want to take up this position.
"Don't worry! When the war starts, I will naturally recruit someone to take your place and then transfer you to the battlefield!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Jerome Patterson.
"I am willing to take over this position!" Jerome Patterson said to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Okay! You can report to the Ministry of Railways now! I have already said hello to Railway Minister Baros in advance!" Jerome Bonaparte patted Jerome Patterson on the shoulder and said earnestly:
"When you get there, if you encounter problems that you don't understand, you should communicate with them more! Learning more will always be beneficial!"
Feeling Jérôme Bonaparte's ardent concern for Jérôme Patterson felt a warmth in his heart, and he was determined to help his uncle maintain the operation of the railway bonds: "Understood!"
Jerome Paterson took a few straight steps back, and then saluted General Bonaparte with a standard military salute.
Jerome Bonaparte also returned the gift to Jerome Paterson.
Shortly after Jerome Patterson left, there was another knock on the door outside the study.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who was correcting documents, raised his head and responded toward the door: "Please come in!"
The door opened, and Vernia, who was wearing a black suit, appeared at the door of the room. She walked in front of Jérôme Bonaparte with small steps, and gently picked Jérôme with her long white fingers.
Bonaparte's jaw.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who was in the office, raised his head and looked at the little guy pretending to be an adult. He smiled lovingly and said, "What's wrong?"
Seeing this, Vernia sat down on Jerome Bonaparte's lap, pressed her back tightly against Jerome Bonaparte's chest, and said to Jerome Bonaparte in an indulgent tone.
He said coquettishly: "I can't come to you if I have nothing to do! I am your secretary after all!"
Jérôme Bonaparte hugged Wilnia around the waist with one hand, gently stroked Wilnia's hair with the other hand and said softly: "You still know that you are the secretary!"
"Why don't I know!" Vernia pouted and said to Jerome Bonaparte with an unhappy expression: "I can always help you as a supervisor!"
"Okay! My little overseer!" Jérôme Bonaparte once again pinched Vernia's round face in a playful manner and said, "Do you have any good news to tell me?"
"How do you know?" Vernia raised her head and looked at Jérôme Bonaparte in surprise.
"Then what else can you do here?" Jerome Bonaparte replied to Vernia with a shrug of his shoulders.
"I can't come here to see you!" Wilnia responded angrily.
"Okay! Stop making trouble!" Jérôme Bonaparte put both hands on Vernia's waist, leaned his head on Vernia's earlobe and asked softly: "Is it the Norinco Group?"
There are new products over there!”
"Well!" Vernia's face turned slightly rosy when she felt the heat waves coming from her earlobes. She nodded and said to Jerome Bonaparte: "Basilio asked me to tell you, you
They have been asked to develop a new field gun, and they have already completed it!"