Make France Great Again-Chapter 891 - 882: Industrial Group Rectification (Part 1)
Jerome Bonaparte patiently listened to De Luyis’s explanation and his face also showed a contemplative expression.
After a while, Jerome Bonaparte spoke to De Luyis: "Minister Luyis, what you said does indeed make some sense!
If we don’t find something for the Kingdom of Britain to do, the Kingdom of Britain will devote all its energy to European diplomatic affairs, but..."
At this point, Jerome Bonaparte shifted the tone and said to De Luyis: "But, we shouldn’t be so proactive as to play the role of mediator!
Wouldn’t that make us seem too ’kind-hearted’!"
"Your Majesty, we need not rush to be mediators!" De Luyis hurriedly explained to Jerome Bonaparte: "What I meant was, we should be ready to mediate at any moment!
Once the U.S. envoy to Ossman, Carol Spencer, fails to negotiate a ceasefire for the Post envoy, they will certainly turn to our French Empire.
Then, we can become the mediator between the Kingdom of Britain and the Kaiji Dynasty."
"Hmm! Sounds good!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and asked De Luyis again: "Can we take advantage of this mediation to sign some treaties with the Persian Kingdom!"
"Your Majesty, what treaty do you wish to sign with the Persian Kingdom?" De Luyis was taken aback for a few seconds and spoke to Jerome Bonaparte.
"A portion of the empire’s military reserves needs to be sold, and a portion of the empire’s soldiers also need to be re-employed!" Jerome Bonaparte said to De Luyis: "Also, the luxury goods produced by the empire also need to find a suitable buyer!
Then, ask the Kaiji Kingdom if they can slightly reduce the tariffs on luxury goods!"
"I understand, Your Majesty!" Minister Luyis immediately understood Jerome Bonaparte’s intention; he wanted to enjoy the same privileges in the Kaiji Kingdom as England and Russia, and incidentally, carry out a clearance sale of the piled-up inventory in the warehouse.
"Minister Luyis, it’s getting late!" Jerome Bonaparte yawned and said to De Luyis: "You should go back and rest early!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Minister Luyis bid farewell to Jerome Bonaparte.
After De Luyis left, Jerome Bonaparte quickly organized the documents and returned to his room to rest.
The next morning, a ray of sunshine pierced through the curtains and shone on Jerome Bonaparte’s face.
In his sleep, Jerome Bonaparte slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window, then reached under the pillow.
After some searching, Jerome Bonaparte finally found the pocket watch under the pillow.
Then he took out the pocket watch to check the time; it was already around 10 a.m.
Jerome Bonaparte hastily nudged Augusta beside him, saying, "Wake up! Wake up! The sun is almost up!"
Augusta lazily brushed off Jerome Bonaparte’s hand and replied to him, "You get up yourself! I want to sleep a little more!"
"Then I won’t bother you!" Jerome Bonaparte said, while pulling off the covers, bending over to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground and put them on.
After about 10 minutes, the fully dressed Jerome Bonaparte left the bedroom.
Before leaving, Jerome Bonaparte did not forget to remind Augusta to get up early.
Leaving the bedroom, walking down the corridor of Tuileries Palace, he soon encountered Royal Chief Steward Vilnius, and he hurriedly asked Vilnius: "Vilnius, during my sleep, there were no guests at Tuileries Palace, right?"
Vilnius replied to Jerome Bonaparte: "Except for one messenger from the Gabon Region, there were no other visitors!" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
"That’s good!" Jerome Bonaparte looked at Vilnius and replied, then asked another question: "Where is the messenger from Gabon now?"
"Bashirio has already arranged him in the reception room! My purpose for coming is to inform you!" Vilnius said to Jerome Bonaparte.
"I understand!" Jerome Bonaparte affectionately tapped Vilnius’s nose and said: "Thank you for your hard work!"
"Not at all!" Vilnius’s face turned slightly red and he whispered: "Well... Your Majesty!"
"What’s the matter? Is there anything wrong?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Vilnius.
"Can you..." Vilnius stammered, failing to complete a sentence.
"Can you what?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Vilnius again.
Finally, Vilnius mustered the courage to ask Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, do you have time tonight? I wish to talk to you about some matters!"
Jerome Bonaparte instantly understood Vilnius’s implication. He smiled and said to Vilnius: "Of course I have time! But where do you plan to have the conversation?"
"May we go to my room?" Vilnius asked Jerome Bonaparte eagerly.
"Of course!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and replied to Vilnius, then leaned closer to Vilnius’s ear and whispered: "Tonight, be clean and wait for me!"
After saying that, Jerome Bonaparte gently patted Vilnius’s butt and walked away, leaving Vilnius standing in place, blushing.
After parting ways with Vilnius, Jerome Bonaparte met Bashirio at the staircase’s corner.
"Bashirio, where is the guest from the Gabon region now?" Jerome Bonaparte immediately asked Bashirio.
"Your Majesty, please follow me!" Bashirio said as he led Jerome Bonaparte.
Under Bashirio’s guidance, Jerome Bonaparte arrived at a reception room.
Jerome Bonaparte pushed open the door of the reception room and saw the messenger sitting inside.
The messenger, sitting in a chair, also noticed Jerome Bonaparte as he opened the door.
The messenger quickly stood up and walked toward Jerome Bonaparte’s direction.
The two met midway, and the messenger hurriedly bowed to Jerome Bonaparte and said, "Your Majesty!"
"It must have been arduous traveling all the way from Gabon to Paris!" Jerome Bonaparte shook the messenger’s hand, speaking warmly.
"Not at all!" The messenger shook his head, responding to Jerome Bonaparte, and then handed him a letter: "Your Majesty, this is the letter Governor Jerome Patterson entrusted me to deliver to you!"
While taking the letter from the messenger, Jerome Bonaparte inquired about the situation in the Gabon region: "How did your talks with the Northern Industrial Group go?"
"To report, Your Majesty, we have completed our talks with the representatives of the Paris Northern Industry Group!
When I left, His Excellency the Governor and Eugene Galin’s representative had already commenced work!
I heard from His Excellency the Governor that the mine is expected to officially produce in half a year!
Moreover, our Governor plans to establish a wood processing factory in Libreville!
To process the timber from the Gabon region!" The messenger relayed everything he knew to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Not bad! Very good!" Jerome Bonaparte clapped his hands approvingly and said, "Your governor recognizing the importance of self-reliance is commendable!
Colonies should not always rely on the financial subsidies from the imperial government; they also need to come up with ways to cover the expenses!"
"Your Majesty, you are absolutely right!" The messenger agreed, "Our Governor Jerome Patterson often advises us on the need for self-reliance as well!"
"Alright! That’s all I have to say!" Jerome Bonaparte decided to wrap up the conversation with the messenger, "Do you have anything else you wish to add?"
The messenger shook his head and answered Jerome Bonaparte, "Your Majesty, I have nothing more."
"Then I won’t keep you any longer!" Jerome Bonaparte straightforwardly gave the order for the guest’s departure.
"Your Majesty, I shall take my leave!" The messenger bowed and took his leave from Jerome Bonaparte.
Afterward, Jerome Bonaparte ordered Bashirio to escort the messenger out of the Tuileries Palace.
When Bashirio returned to Jerome Bonaparte’s study after escorting the messenger out the Tuileries Palace, he found Jerome Bonaparte sitting with a gloomy expression, holding an envelope and a letter in his hand, without uttering a word.
Bashirio couldn’t help but feel a bad premonition, yet he maintained a calm demeanor as he reported to Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, I have escorted the messenger out of the Tuileries Palace!"
Jerome Bonaparte looked up at Bashirio, then slapped the letter onto the table and said, "Bashirio, have a look yourself!"
Trembling, Bashirio approached Jerome Bonaparte and took the letter from the table into his hands.
The contents of the letter were simple: Jerome Patterson described the arrogance of the Paris Northern Industrial Group representatives to the Emperor.
A single page was like a bolt from the blue for Bashirio.
It was important to understand that the Paris Northern Industrial Group had prospered under his watch, and Jerome Patterson’s letter was as if he was being slapped in the face.
"General Manager Bashirio, do you have anything to say?" Jerome Bonaparte’s change of address to Bashirio indicated his current dissatisfaction.
"Your Majesty, I am not sure..."
Bashirio tried to explain something to Jerome Bonaparte but was interrupted forcibly by Jerome Bonaparte, "Bashirio, does simply not knowing solve the problem? Does simply not knowing cover up all mistakes?
What I need is not your explanation, I need a solution!
Do you understand?"
"I understand!" Bashirio hurriedly responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
Having been by Jerome Bonaparte’s side for some time, Bashirio knew the Emperor highly valued his reputation. He would not harm his reputation unless absolutely necessary.
A company like the Paris Northern Industrial Group, tarnishing his name while using it, was no surprise to the Emperor to be infuriated.
The priority now is to reform the internal structure of the Paris Northern Industrial Group.
