Make France Great Again

"If General Opper knew that our prince just used him as a replaceable tool, I don't know what the expression would be like."

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

Opper's ignoring of Mathilde at the party apparently caused Mathilde to "hold a grudge".

Jerome Bonaparte shrugged, spread out his hands, and said in a flat tone, "I think Opper will gladly accept it!"

"Huh?" Mathilde looked at Jerome Bonaparte suspiciously, with "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. Say:

"Our General Opel is obviously going through a political death. Even though the highest power in the National Assembly is slowing down now, there are too many French deputies, and 750 deputies can be divided into too few rights. Ministers of government departments Obviously, there are many more rights than the cabinet. If General Opper wants to usher in a new political life, he can only choose to rely on us, even if I regard him as a tool man.

Once you taste the power of power, you can't let go, even if it's just for a day. My dear sister, no one can refuse the right, even Dick Tedot who claims to be off work at midnight is no exception. Believe it or not, our Mr. Dick Tweet will make a joke during the handover! No, it should be said that there is a good chance that our Mr. Dick Tweedle will make a joke during the election. "

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

The carriage soon took Jerome Bonaparte back to the Rhine Hotel.

"See you tomorrow!" Mathilde reached out and waved goodbye to Jerome Bonaparte while sitting on the carriage.

"See you tomorrow!" Jerome Bonaparte also waved at 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 at about 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 innkeeper, Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and sighed. His father was really a complete Parisian prodigal. Compared with him, he was simply a part of the Parisian love scene. A "white lotus" that has not yet been infected.

After thinking for a moment, Jerome Bonaparte decided not to disturb his father's pleasures, saying goodbye to the innkeeper, Jerome Bonaparte, and returned to his residence alone.

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

In the early morning of the next day, a drizzle rained in the gray sky.

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, who was struggling to get up from the bed, yawned while rubbing his sleepy night.

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

Jerome Bonaparte woke up instantly, washed briefly, and tidied up the folds of his cuffs when he heard a knock on the door before he opened the door.

Jerome Bonaparte walked quickly to the door to open the door, and Persini and Eugène Rouet stood outside the door.

"Your Majesty!" Pesigny and Eugène Rouet saluted Jérôme Bonaparte at the same time.

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

Jerome Bonaparte walked in front, Pesigny and Eugène Rouet walked behind Jerome 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 came to a room at the corner together, and Jerome Bonaparte pushed open the door.

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

Although they joined their subordinates with all kinds of ulterior ambitions and purposes, they were able to run for the three generations of Bonaparte (King of Rome - Louis Napoleon - Jerome Bonaparte) day in and day out. Yu Nian itself has proved their loyalty...emmmm...at least more loyal than those generals in Paris!

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

"Long live the Empire!" The Bonapartists shouted at almost 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 individually.

Until he came to Pierre Bonaparte.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry for you!" Pierre Bonaparte lowered his head and dared not face Jerome Bonaparte~www.readwn.com~ Jerome Bonaparte didn't know Pierre Bonaparte Ba does not know whether it is true repentance or false conversion, but now is the time to work together, and any infighting will not be allowed.

Jerome Bonaparte took 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 did not expect that he would be able to get his cousin's forgiveness so quickly.

"I do!" 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 to his father, the old Jerome.

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

"It's back!" Jerome Bonaparte also responded in short words.

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

"Secretary-General Pesini!" Jerome Bonaparte formally addressed Pesini.

"Yes!" Pesini responded with a serious expression.

The Bonapartists looked at the newly released secretary in amazement, with envy and envy in their eyes.

"I hope that there will be a newspaper in Paris that belongs only to the Bonapartists!" Jerome Bonaparte gave Pesini a character.

"Yes!" Pesini responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

After all, Pessini named a few Bonapartists who had worked in the newspaper and walked away with their heads held high.