"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 area below the bridge of her nose was covered by an ivory fan, showed a joking expression.
Opal's behavior of ignoring Mathilde at the party apparently made Mathilde "bear a grudge".
Jerome 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, with "I need an explanation" written in her eyes.
"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 power organization, there are too many French MPs, and the 750 MPs can allocate too few rights. The rights of government ministers obviously need to be
Much bigger than a member of the National Assembly, if General Opal wants to usher in a new political life, he can only choose to join us, 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 rights, not even Dictado, who claims to get off work on time, is no exception. Do you believe our Dick?
Mr. Tituto will make a joke during the handover! No, it should be said that our Mr. Tituto will probably make a joke during the election."
Mathilde chuckled lightly and said with a charming expression: "Then I'll wait and see!"
The carriage quickly took Jerome Bonaparte back to the Rhine Hotel.
"See you tomorrow!" Mathilde, who was sitting in the carriage, stretched out her hand and waved goodbye to Jerome Bonaparte.
"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 a 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 had happened today, and fell asleep unconsciously.
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. At this time, it was less than 10 minutes away from the agreed 10 o'clock.
Jérôme Bonaparte woke up in an instant, washed himself briefly, and tidied the wrinkles on his sleeves. Before he could open the door, he heard a knock on 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 party 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 three generations of Bonaparte leaders (Roman King-Louis Napoleon-Jérôme Bonaparte) for thirty years.
The remaining years have proven their loyalty...emmmm...at least they are more loyal than those generals in Paris!
"Gentlemen, the time has come to regain what we lost!" Jérôme 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 a pyramid scheme 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 sincerely repenting or pretending to convert, but now was the time to work together, and no internal fighting would be allowed.
Jerome 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 Jerome Bonaparte's generosity.
After all, no one wants to follow a mean monarch.
Jerome Bonaparte, who had temporarily reconciled with Pierre Bonaparte, came to the presence of his father Jerome 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 election slogans.
