Make France Great Again

Just when the number of votes for Jérôme Bonaparte's candidates spread throughout the political circles of Paris through the National Assembly, the Paris Police Department also welcomed an "uninvited guest".

Wearing a black coat, a top hat, and a gold necklace with three medals on it, the sixty-year-old man walked slowly to the door of the Paris Police Department under the Ministry of the Interior with the help of his attendants, and then walked up to the Step into this small building with only 4 floors.

The two railway commissioners in charge of guarding the entrance of the police department did not dare to stop the old man after carefully observing his attire. If they stop the nobleman recklessly, they will be guilty of a serious crime.

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.

On the wall to the left of the door was an iron doorplate, with the words "Superintendent of Police" clearly engraved on the doorplate. (Inspector of Police has only three words in French)

The old man standing in front of the director's office knocked on the door leisurely.

"Who is it! Didn't I say, don't bother me during this time?" There was a roar in the room, and the police chief was obviously very annoyed at the people who disturbed him during this time.

"Jerome Napoleon, today I am here to pay a visit to Director Maxime Decan!" The old man... no, it should be the old Prince Jerome who spoke slowly and with the arrogance unique to the nobility.

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 inside the door: "Your Excellency, please wait a moment, I will open the door for you right away!"

The movement in the room made the old Prince Jerome smile, and he responded humorously, "Mr. Director, as a gentleman, you can't give up halfway!"

After a while, the door of the police chief's office slowly opened, a woman with gray blond hair wearing a red robe and a gold woven snake-shaped neckband slightly covered her face with a lace-rimmed ivory bone folding fan, Walked out of the director's office.

When she met the old Prince Jerome at the door of the room, she did not forget to pull down the fan and cast a wink at the old Prince Jerome and leave.

Looking at the back of the charming woman, the old Prince Jerome unconsciously burst into flames. If he hadn't got other things to do now, he would definitely catch up with the woman and explore "geographical knowledge" with her .

That's the most important thing right now.

Thinking of this, the old Prince Jerome pushed open the door of the police chief's office and entered the office.

The old Prince Jerome who entered the office glanced at the extremely luxurious office in front of him, and then glanced at Director Maxime Dekang who got up and trotted to him.

"Your Excellency, I don't know what you are doing here!" Director Maxime Dekang lowered his posture and asked the old Prince Jerome carefully, for fear that what he said would anger the old prince in front of him. .

As the most well-informed group of people in Paris, Maxime Decan already knew that his future boss was Prince Jerome Bonaparte in the early morning of December 10. In order not to lose his job, Marc Sim Dekang must please the father of the prince in front of him.

Only in this way can he wash away the mark of Cavaignac left on his body.

Thinking of this, Maxime Decan can't help regretting his reckless behavior in the French general election. At the beginning, he voted for Cavaignac, and at the same time he cooperated with his superiors to criticize Jerome Bonaparte's newspaper office. shot.

Right now, political speculation has failed, and his job is in jeopardy.

Seeing Director Maxime Dekang with a frightened expression in front of him, old Jerome couldn't help but feel a little complacent.

In addition to being satisfied, the old Prince Jerome still did not forget the business, and the old Prince Jerome said under the panic expression of Maxime De Kang: "Mr. Director,

Your subordinates tore up the advertisements we posted again, and even imprisoned our people! I know your rules, but I can't just hit my son with the board! "

Damn it! I forgot!

Maxime Dekang suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to explain the situation to the scum under his command. Those people who eat, drink, prostitute and gamble are all focused on making money and don't consider politics at all.

"This... this..." Maxim Dekang showed a flattering expression, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead due to nervousness: "This... I'm afraid it's a misunderstanding! It must have been caused by some police officers below. !"

"It turned out to be a misunderstanding!" The old Prince Jerome "suddenly realized", and then responded with a sneer: "My son's attitude towards this matter is also very angry!"

"This... this..." Maxime Dekang faltered in compliment: "Actually... In fact, His Royal Highness (Jerome Bonaparte) has already won enough votes, and there is no need to promote it anymore !"

"That's why you asked people to tear up our advertisements and imprison our members!" The old Prince Jerome deliberately raised his voice so that his voice could be heard outside.

"No... no!" Maxime Decan, who wanted to cry without tears, didn't know how to explain to the old Prince Jerome, and he couldn't tell the old Prince Jerome that he was obsessed with fighting for Cavaignac.

"Now...immediately...immediately, release the person you captured!" The old Prince Jerome emphasized to Maxime Dekang with a heavier voice.

"Yes... yes! I will definitely do it!" Maxime Decon responded submissively. He knew that he 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!" The old Prince Jerome put forward the second condition.

"Yes!" Maxime Dekang once again agreed to the conditions of the old Prince Jerome.

Although doing so might hurt his prestige in the hearts of the police officers, Maxime Dekang cared more about his future boss's boss than pleasing his subordinates.

"Third!" The old Prince Jerome's expression was no longer cold, he glanced at the open room and said in a low voice: "Well... this is a small suggestion from me to the police department!"

"You say it!" Maxime De Kanglu listened attentively, of course he knew the meaning behind this so-called suggestion.

"I think the police department should set up an investigation department to investigate those who destroy the peace of the republic!" the old Prince Jerome said euphemistically.

Maxime Dekang immediately showed an expression filled with righteous indignation: "Prince, I think your suggestion is very necessary. Right now, there is a general election in France, and many people in Paris are trying to sabotage the general election. I think it is very necessary to set up this department!" "

Afterwards, Maxim Dekang showed an embarrassed expression. He spread his hands and said, "But I don't have such talents in my hands. I don't know if the prince has anyone he can recommend!"

"Of course, I think Marcel Jerrug in your department is a suitable person! He used to be a railway commissioner and is familiar with this business!"