"Where else can we go? Of course we are going to build momentum for our Prince!"
Mathilde, who was sitting in front of Jerome Bonaparte, stood up and stared at Jerome Bonaparte. Her eyes were full of love and relief. Her slender green-white fingers held Jerome Bonaparte's hand.
The blond hair hanging from the forehead is pushed aside.
Jérôme Bonaparte stood obediently in front of Princess Mathilde and stared at her. He felt only grateful for the woman in front of him who played the dual responsibilities of sister and mother in the family.
Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. The siblings Mathilde and Jérôme Bonaparte looked at each other, and they both saw concern in each other's eyes.
After a while, Mathilde came back to her senses. Her face was slightly flushed. Jérôme Bonaparte looked at the shy sister in front of him and couldn't help laughing.
Regarding her "naughty" brother who dared to make fun of her, Mathilde immediately tapped Jerome Bonaparte's head gently with the ivory fan in her right hand and said angrily: "Hurry up! The party is about to start.
Come on! If you are accidentally late, all eyes will be on our noble Prince Bonaparte. I don’t know if our noble Prince will be able to laugh as much as he does now!”
Mathilde's slightly sinister tone obviously did not cause any harm to Jerome Bonaparte. He shrugged and showed an indifferent expression: "Anyway, you are invited to the party. I will go or not."
It’s no big deal!”
"Why do you think I want to attend the party!" Mathilde's ivory fan gently poked Jérôme Bonaparte's chest a few times, showing an expression of hatred for steel: "It's not just to give you publicity.
Build momentum! If you go today, you have to go, and if you don’t go, you have to go!”
Mathilde's "explicitly domineering" declaration successfully made Jérôme Bonaparte raise his hands to "surrender".
"Okay! Okay! Okay! I listen to you, go ahead!" Jérôme Bonaparte could only endure the fatigue of the journey and follow Mathilde's arrangements.
"I'll wait for you outside, don't keep me waiting too long!"
After saying that, Mathilde quickly left Jérôme Bonaparte's room.
Jérôme Bonaparte was once again alone in the room.
"well!"
Jérôme Bonaparte sighed alone and had no choice but to open his suitcase.
The cosplay costume I wore in Marseille was folded and neatly placed in the box.
The black corset and trousers were put on again, and the black long military boots placed on the bedside were also put on his feet. Jérôme Bonaparte, who was standing by the mirror, still looked so heroic. He was satisfied.
He nodded and then left the room again.
At this moment, Mathilde outside the door was looking at the time on her pocket watch while pacing back and forth in the corridor.
There is not much time left before the party starts.
"Why did you..." When Mathilde was about to scold Jerome Bonaparte, she was shocked by Jerome Bonaparte's current image.
In a daze, the image of Jerome Bonaparte seemed to merge with that of his uncle.
"Okay, my dear sister Mathilde, I have packed everything and can go now!" Jérôme Bonaparte reminded Mathilde again.
"Yeah! Okay!" Mathilde came back to her senses instantly and stretched out her hand to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Huh?" Jérôme Bonaparte looked at his sister in confusion.
Facing the confused Jerome Bonaparte, Mathilde once again showed a shy and angry expression. She stamped her feet and retracted her outstretched hand: "If you don't want to, forget it!"
Jérôme Bonaparte looked at his sister in front of him dumbfounded, then bowed slightly and stretched out his hand to grab Princess Mathilde's hand.
The siblings quickly got into the carriage and went up to the second floor. Bonaparte and his sister Mathilde asked the host of the party.
"Sister, who organized this party?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked Mathilde as he gently grabbed Mathilde's palm with one hand.
"Baron Achille Fuld!" Mathilde responded to Jérôme Bonaparte.
It's him!
Jérôme Bonaparte instantly recalled Achille Fuld, a figure who had run through the history of the Second Republic and the Second Empire.
If Eugène Rouet is the pen that represents the Empire, then Achill Fuld undoubtedly represents the Empire's purse.
Throughout his life, Achill Fuld can be described as a winner in life. Born as a great banker in Paris, Achill Fuld used his extraordinary courage and strategy to carve out a bloody path in Paris at a young age and became a banker.
One of the shareholders of the Banque de France.
In his middle age, he faced the biggest crisis in history, the June Revolution. After the revolution was suppressed by Cavaignac, his cousin came up, and he became the Minister of Finance of France by joining his cousin.
Although there were several experiences of parting ways, each time he would regain the trust of his cousin and serve as finance or minister of state.
It can be said that he is second only to Rouet in the entire Bonapartist faction.
Of course, Jérôme Bonaparte was even more curious about why Baron Achille Fuld fell in love with the Bonaparte family at this time.
Logically speaking, Baron Fuld should not place his bet after the election.
"Sister, how do you know Baron Fuld?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked Mathilde again.
Mathilde rolled her eyes at Jérôme Bonaparte and said proudly: "As nobles, how can we take the initiative to get to know the Israelis in France? It was Baron Fuld who took the initiative to invite us."
"So that's it!" Jérôme Bonaparte nodded and responded to Mathilde.
"And!" Mathilde's expression instantly became extremely serious. In order to prevent Jérôme Bonaparte from "going astray", Mathilde reminded: "Brother, you have to remember! We are not the same as them.
Even if people along the way really want to cooperate with them, they will only stay at the stage of mutual use. Those guys could betray my uncle without hesitation, and they will betray us without hesitation!"
"I know!"
No one understands the dangers of this group of financial class bankers better than Jérôme Bonaparte. The Gaut bankers entrenched in the Bank of France can abandon their uncles and cousins without hesitation, and they can also
Don't hesitate to give up on yourself when you fail.
Finance is a magic wand that can turn stone into gold. The magic wand is safest only if you control it in your own hands.
Now I don't have the right to pack the magic wand, so I'll let those guys take charge of it for the time being.