Just when the number of votes for Jérôme Bonaparte's candidates was spread throughout the Paris political circles through the National Assembly, the Paris Police Department also received an "uninvited guest."
Wearing a black coat, a top hat, and a gold necklace hanging from the button, a sixty-year-old man with three medals on the gold necklace slowly walked to the door of the Paris Police Department under the Ministry of the Interior with the support of an attendant, and then walked up
Step into this small building with only 4 floors.
The two railway commissioners who were in charge of guarding the entrance of the police department did not dare to stop the old man after carefully observing his dress. It would be a serious crime for them to stop the noble man rashly.
The old man who entered the lobby of the police department did not stay too long in the lobby on the first floor, but went straight to a room at the corner of the third floor.
There is an iron door plate hanging on the wall to the left of the door. The words "Police Chief" are clearly engraved on the door plate. (Police Chief has only three words in French)
The old man standing in front of the director's office knocked on the door slowly.
"Who is it! Didn't I tell you not to disturb me during this time?" A roar came from the room. The police chief was obviously very annoyed with the people who disturbed him during this time.
"Jérôme Napoleon, I came here today to pay a visit to Director Maxime Decamp!" The old man... no, it should be the old Prince Jérôme who spoke slowly and emphatically with the arrogance of a nobleman.
Not long after, a woman's scream and the sound of a chair being dragged came from the room.
Immediately afterwards, a panicked reply from the police chief came from the door: "Your Excellency, please wait a moment, I will open the door for you right away!"
The movement in the room made old Prince Jérôme smile. He responded humorously and thoughtfully, "Mr. Director, as a gentleman, you can't give up halfway!"
After a while, the door to the police chief's office slowly opened. A woman with grayish blond hair wearing a red robe and a gold braided snake-shaped neck slightly covered her face with a lace-edged ivory bone folding fan.
Walked out of the director's office.
When she met old Prince Jerome at the door of the room, she did not forget to pull down her fan and give him a wink before leaving.
Looking at the back of the charming woman, the old Prince Jérôme unconsciously burst out with a ball of fire in his belly. If he didn't have other things to do now, he would definitely catch up with the woman and explore "geographical knowledge" with her.
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The most important thing right now is that.
Thinking of this, old Prince Jérôme pushed open the door of the police chief's office and entered the office.
The old Prince Jérôme entered the office and glanced at the extremely luxurious office in front of him, and then glanced at Director Maxime Dekan who stood up and trotted up to him.
"Your Excellency, I don't know why you came to me!" Director Maxim Dekan lowered his posture and asked the old Prince Jérôme cautiously, for fear that his words would offend the old prince in front of him.
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As one of the most well-informed people in Paris, Maxime Decamp already knew in the early morning of December 10 that his future boss’s boss was Prince Jerome Bonaparte. In order to prevent himself from losing his job, Marc
Sim Dekan must please the father of the prince in front of him.
Only in this way can the remaining marks of Cavaignac be washed away from your body.
Thinking of this, Maxime Decamp couldn't help but regret his reckless behavior in the French election. He had voted for Cavaignac, and at the same time, he cooperated with his boss to target Jérôme Bonaparte's newspaper.
Take action.
Now that political speculation has failed, his job is in jeopardy.
Looking at the frightened Director Maxime Dekan in front of him, Old Jérôme couldn't help but feel a little complacent.
Although he was complacent, old Prince Jérôme still did not forget about business. In the face of Maxime Dekan's fearful expression, old Prince Jérôme said: "Mr. Director, your subordinates have torn down the advertisements we posted again.
, and also imprisoned our people! I know your rules, but I can’t just hit my son alone!”
Damn! I forgot!
Maxim Dekan suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to explain the situation to the group of scum under him. Those people who were engaged in food, drink, prostitution and gambling were only interested in making money and did not consider politics at all.
"This... this..." Maxim Dekang showed a flattering expression, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead due to nervousness: "This... I'm afraid it's a misunderstanding! It must have been caused by some police officers below.
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"It turns out there was a misunderstanding!" Old Prince Jérôme "suddenly realized" and responded with a sneer: "My son is also very angry about this matter!"
"This...this..." Maxime Dekan hesitated and complimented: "Actually...in fact, His Royal Highness the Prince (Jérôme Bonaparte) has already obtained enough votes, and there is no need to carry out any more propaganda.
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"This is the reason why you asked people to tear down our advertisements and imprison our members!" Old Prince Jérôme deliberately raised his voice so that his voice could reach the outside world.
"No...no!" Maxime Decamp, who was crying without tears, didn't know how to explain to the old Prince Jérôme. He couldn't tell the old Prince Jérôme that he was obsessed with charging into the battle for Cavaignac.
"Now...immediately...immediately, release the person you captured!" Old Prince Jérôme emphasized to Maxime Dekan in an aggravated voice.
"Yes...yes! I will definitely do it!" Maxim Dekan responded obediently. He knew that he now had no bargaining capital at all, and he could only taste the bitter fruit of the failure of political speculation by himself.
"At the same time, I ask you to severely punish those police officers who attacked our Bonaparte members!" Old Prince Jérôme put forward the second condition.
"Yes!" Maxime Dekan once again agreed to the old Prince Jérôme's conditions.
Although doing so may damage his prestige among police officers, Maxim Dekan cares more about his future boss's boss than pleasing his subordinates.
"Third!" Old Prince Jérôme's expression was no longer cold. He glanced at the open room and said softly: "Well...this is a small suggestion from me to the police department!"
"Say it!" Maxime Dekan looked attentively. He certainly knew the meaning behind this so-called suggestion.
"I think the police department should establish an investigation department specifically responsible for investigating those who undermine the tranquility of the republic!" Prince Jérôme said euphemistically.
Maxime Decamp immediately showed an expression of indignation and said: "Prince, I think your suggestion is very necessary. It is the French election right now, and many people in Paris are trying to sabotage the election. I think it is necessary to establish this department!"
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Later, Maxim Dekan showed an embarrassed expression. He spread his hands and said: "But I don't have such talents at my disposal. I wonder if the prince has anyone he can recommend!"
"Of course, I think Marcel Jerug from your department is a suitable person! He used to serve as a railway commissioner and is familiar with this business!"