Make France Great Again

"If General Opal knew that our His Excellency the Prince only regarded him as a replaceable tool, I don't know what his expression would be like."

Mathilde, whose part below the bridge of the nose was covered by an ivory fan, showed a playful expression.

Opal's behavior of ignoring Mathilde at the party obviously made Mathilde "grudge".

Jerome Bonaparte shrugged, spread his hands, and said in a flat tone: "I think Opel will definitely accept it!"

"Huh?" Mathilde looked at Jerome Bonaparte suspiciously, "I need an explanation" written in her eyes.

"For a politician who is committed to French politics, he has to experience 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 Opel is obviously experiencing political death. Even though the highest power in the National Assembly is slowing down now, there are too many French MPs, and the rights that can be allocated to 750 MPs are too few. The minister of the government department Obviously, the power is much more than that of the cabinet. If General Opel wants to usher in a new political life, he can only choose to join us, even if I treat him as a tool man.

Once tasted the power of power can never let go, not even for a day. My dear sister, no one can refuse the right, not even Dick Tudor who declares that he will be off work on time, believe it or not, our Mr. Dick Tudor will make a joke during the handover! No, it should be said that our Mr. Diktodo is very likely to make jokes during the election. "

Mathilde chuckled lightly, then said with a charming expression: "Then I'll wait and see!"

The carriage quickly sent Jerome Bonaparte back to the Rhine Hotel.

"See you tomorrow!" Sitting in the carriage, Mathilde stretched out her hand and waved goodbye to Jerome Bonaparte.

"See you tomorrow!" Jerome Bonaparte also waved to him.

Jerome Bonaparte, who watched the carriage disappear at the end of the street, turned and entered the Rhine Hotel.

From the mouth of the hotel owner, he learned that his slutty father came back with the same woman around 1:00 in the morning.

The woman who returned with old Jerome has not come downstairs until now.

"Alas!" Looking at the admiring eyes and tone of the hotel owner, Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and sighed. His father is really a complete Parisian prodigal. A "white lotus" that has not been infected.

After thinking for a while, Jerome Bonaparte decided not to disturb his father's pleasure, and Jerome Bonaparte, who bid farewell to the hotel owner, returned to his residence alone.

After a tiring day, he lay on the bed thinking about everything that happened today, and fell asleep unconsciously.

In the early morning of the next day, there was a drizzle in the gray sky, and the drizzle made a "crackling" sound when it hit the glass window.

Jerome 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!" Jerome Bonaparte, struggling to get up from the bed, yawned and rubbed his sleepy night.

In the haze, he saw the clock placed in the corner. At this time, it was less than 10 minutes away from the agreed 10 o'clock.

Jerome Bonaparte woke up in an instant, took a simple wash, and tidied up the folds of his cuffs by the way. Before he opened the door, he heard a knock on the door.

Jerome Bonaparte walked quickly to the door and opened it. Persini and Eugène Rouet stood outside the door.

"Your Majesty!" Pessini and Eugène Rouet saluted Jerome Bonaparte at the same time.

Jerome Bonaparte raised his hand and said lightly, "Let's go!"

Jerome Bonaparte walked in front, and Persini and Eugène Rouet walked behind Jerome Bonaparte.

Since the entire floor of the Rhein 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 Jerome Bonaparte pushed the door open.

The empty room was full of Bonapartists, and those who could come here were all middle-level cadres of the Bonapartist Party.

Although they joined their own ranks with all kinds of ulterior ambitions and purposes, they were able to serve the leaders of the three generations of Bonapartes (Roman King-Louis Napoleon-Jerome Bonaparte) day after day for thirty years. Yu Nian has proved their loyalty... emmmm... At least they are more loyal than those generals in Paris!

"Gentlemen, the time has come to regain what we lost!" Jerome Bonaparte stretched out his hand and clenched it into a fist: "This time, we must hold it tight! Don't let him fall again!"

"Long live the Empire!" The Bonapartists shouted loudly almost at the same time, and this scene was almost the same as the MLM conference of later generations.

Jerome Bonaparte shook hands with each of the Bonapartists separately.

Until he came to Pierre Bonaparte's side.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry!" Pierre Bonaparte lowered his head, not daring to face Jerome Bonaparte.

Jerome Bonaparte didn't know that Pierre Bonaparte didn't know whether he was sincerely repenting or pretending to be a convert, but now is the time for concerted efforts, and any infighting will not be allowed.

Jerome Bonaparte held Pierre Bonaparte's hand and said, "Cousin, are you willing to continue dedicating yourself to the Bonaparte family?"

Pierre Bonaparte raised his head and looked at Jerome Bonaparte in surprise. He didn't expect that he could get his cousin's forgiveness so quickly.

"I am willing!" Pierre Bonaparte said firmly.

Everyone is 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 before his father Jerome the Old.

Old Jerome nodded slightly at Jerome Bonaparte and said, "I'm back!"

"I'm back!" Jerome Bonaparte also responded with short words.

After meeting with the backbone of the Bonapartist faction, Jerome Bonaparte began to deploy the issues and slogans of the election.

"Secretary-General Pessini!" Jerome Bonaparte formally called Pessini.

"Yes!" Pessini responded with a serious expression.

The Bonapartists looked at the new Secretary-General in surprise, their eyes full of envy and envy.

"I hope there can be a newspaper in Paris that only belongs to the Bonaparte faction!" Jerome Bonaparte ordered the character to Pessini.

"Yes!" Pescini responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

After all, Pessini pointed out several Bonapartists who used to work in the newspaper and walked away with their heads held high.