The sudden attack of the Party of Order caught Jérôme Bonaparte by surprise, but at the same time, it also sounded an alarm in Jérôme Bonaparte's heart.
Sometimes blindly believing in the "established facts" in history is not a long-term solution. In the final analysis, the process of history is only driven by people, and any small change will cause earth-shaking changes in a person's ideas.
His struggle with the Party of Order and those who opposed the establishment of the Bonaparte Empire was inevitable, but this struggle could only occur after Jérôme Bonaparte became president.
What he has to do now is to rush to Paris as soon as possible to arrange many matters related to the election, and at the same time show weakness to Thiers and others.
Appropriate display of weakness will make the opponent feel contemptuous, and you can take advantage of the opponent's contempt and make plans calmly.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who wanted to figure out where to make the next few moves, wished he could grow two wings and fly to Paris. Unfortunately, less than 30 years after the steam train was put into use, the Paris-Lyon train route could not be opened.
In a short period of 8 years, there has not yet been a night manned train.
Jérôme Bonaparte could only suppress his anxiety and wait quietly for the next day.
The night gradually deepened, and Jérôme Bonaparte put out the kerosene lamp and curled up on the bed, lying on his side.
He was so excited that as long as he closed his eyes, he would recall every bit of the past. The memories of the 19th century and the 21st century were intertwined in Jerome Bonaparte's mind, making it impossible for Jerome Bonaparte to fall asleep happily.
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The words "propaganda slogan" suddenly appeared in Jérôme Bonaparte's mind.
"What kind of propaganda slogan should I use!" Jérôme Bonaparte opened his eyes and muttered, and in his mind came the campaign slogans of past American presidents across the ocean.
Unemployment, bankruptcy, political instability... The general signs of France cannot be said to be completely unrelated to the United States in the 1930s, or they can only be said to be exactly the same. Jérôme Bonaparte couldn't help but think of the three giants in Yalta.
Roosevelt's campaign slogan.
Maybe I can use it! However, I need to add something at the end.
Jérôme Bonaparte could no longer hold back his strong inspiration. Fearing that his inspiration would disappear without a trace the next day, he got up and lit the kerosene lamp again with flint.
The kerosene lamp illuminated the whole room again. Jérôme Bonaparte sat at the desk and took out a paper and pen. After thinking for a long time, he wrote a campaign slogan in French.
Then he opened the paper with the campaign slogan written on it and pointed it at the kerosene lamp. Under the yellow light of the kerosene lamp, the entire paper also showed yellow. Looking at the campaign slogan in his hand, Jérôme Bonaparte nodded with satisfaction.
nodded.
Then he folded the paper and put it into his pocket, and the kerosene lamp was blown out again.
This time Jérôme Bonaparte could sleep peacefully.
Early the next morning, when the first ray of morning light hit this ancient city that has spanned thousands of years like an arrow, the proletariat living in the ancient city of Lyon had already begun its day of work.
The workers who worked nearly fourteen hours a day were awakened by the crow of roosters around 4 a.m. They dragged their heavy and listless steps and casually wiped their dusty faces with water, amid the shouts of scabs.
start working.
A group of people also appeared at the train station in the north of Lyon. Carrying large and small bags, they were waiting for the train at the extremely simple train station.
The train dispatcher and the policeman responsible for protecting railway security, who usually had their noses turned upward, also showed an almost flattering smile to say hello to the leader of the group, Jérôme Bonaparte.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who was anxiously waiting for the train at the railway station, did not want to have a meaningless conversation, so he gave the order to expel the passengers after a few perfunctory sentences.
The two of them, knowing that they were not of a high level, could only leave in despair.
Before leaving, they still wore flattering smiles and told Jérôme Bonaparte that they could be called at any time if needed.
Looking at the background of the two people leaving, Jérôme Bonaparte shook his head gently and said with emotion: "If my surname was not Bonaparte, maybe my life would be like theirs.
And the one who keeps compromising!”
No one present listened to Jerome Bonaparte's words. Sometimes the leaders just need to listen carefully to what they say.
As the sun rises, the white mist gradually evaporates under the sunlight.
More and more people are traveling to Paris by train.
At 7:30 a.m., a train appeared with a piercing whistle and thick white smoke.
The train stopped smoothly at the platform. Jérôme Bonaparte got on the train first, followed closely by Fleury, Eugène Rouet, Pesigny and other Bonaparte gang members.
At 7:50, there was another long whistle, a large amount of white smoke came out of the locomotive's chimney again, and the train started slowly.
Jerome Bonaparte was sitting bored on the train with one hand hanging by the window and looking at the scenery outside the window.
The distance from Paris to Lyon is nearly 470 kilometers. The train travels at a speed of 40-50 kilometers per hour and reaches its destination in about 10 hours.
[In 1848, the fastest train at that time was the American Antrop, which reached a speed of 96.6 kilometers per hour]
At 7 o'clock in the evening, the train slowly stopped at the Paris train station, and Jérôme Bonaparte and the Bonaparte party members got off the train.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who returned to Paris after four months, seemed particularly excited.
Compared to himself four months ago, Paris is like his first love, and he will start from here and conquer the whole of France.
Surrounded by Eugène Rouet and other Bonapartist party members, Jérôme Bonaparte came to the Rhine Hotel near the Champs-Elysees in the Saint-Germain district, where his cheap father lived.
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When Jérôme Bonaparte and Eugène Rouet arrived at the Rhine Hotel, the hotel owner told him that Jérôme Bonaparte had obtained his cheap father and did not stay in the hotel.
From the hotel owner's expression and his understanding of the cheap dad, Jérôme Bonaparte deduced that his dad was probably having an "in-depth communication" with an opera actress in a certain opera house.
Jérôme Bonaparte shook his head and complained in a low voice in Tuscan dialect: "Really, you are so old! You still have to imitate other young people! It's really a waste of your life!"
The hotel owner, who did not understand the Tuscan dialect, looked at Jerome Bonaparte with a puzzled look.
Eugène Rouet, standing next to Jérôme Bonaparte, suppressed his smile and assumed a serious posture.
After discussing with the hotel owner, Jérôme Bonaparte decided to rent the floor of his former residence as his temporary office space.
It was the off-season for tourism in Paris, and the hotel owner happily agreed to Jérôme Bonaparte's offer.