Make France Great Again-Chapter 892 - 883: Rectifying the Industrial Group (Part 2)
"Mr. Baxilio, I’m entrusting this matter to you! I hope you can resolve this issue in the shortest possible time!"
Jerome Bonaparte spoke with a calm tone, yet issued a command to Baxilio with great decisiveness.
Baxilio again assured Jerome Bonaparte that he would promptly correct the issues within the Paris Northern Industrial Group.
If unsuccessful, he was willing to accept any punishment from Jerome Bonaparte.
Having received Baxilio’s promise, Jerome Bonaparte returned to a pleasant expression and then reminded Baxilio to ensure that, during the reformation of the Paris Northern Industrial Group, it should not affect those scientific workers.
To show the importance of scientific work, Jerome Bonaparte exhorted Baxilio, "You must remember, every scientific worker is a rare talent of the Empire!
The vast majority of them trust us to provide a good research environment, which is why they are willing to join the Northern Industrial Group.
We must not betray their trust in us!"
"Understood!" Baxilio nodded heavily in response.
"Alright! That’s all I have to say, is there anything else you want to mention?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Baxilio.
"Nothing else, Your Majesty!" Baxilio shook his head and replied to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Good! Then quickly handle it and return!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Baxilio.
Baxilio bowed to Jerome Bonaparte and left, closing the door behind him.
Jerome Bonaparte turned to the chair, stood beside it, and gently stroked the chair with his hand, a surge of coldness transmitted from Jerome Bonaparte’s fingers to his brain.
A wry smile appeared on Jerome Bonaparte’s face.
To be honest, he himself did not like using such extreme methods to punish his own faults, but he had to use this method to leave a profound impression on the meeting.
After all, staying too long in the warm "fireplace" can easily breed laziness.
Laziness is not a good habit for a monarch, as it can lead a monarch to develop path dependency, unwittingly trapping them in an information cocoon.
After a fierce internal debate, Jerome Bonaparte slowly walked to the window, opened it, and a sharp cold wind blew in, causing every hair on Jerome Bonaparte’s body to tremble and his slightly drowsy mind to instantly clear up.
After standing by the window for a while, Jerome Bonaparte returned to the chair, gritted his teeth, and sat down on the cold chair to work.
After a while, there was a knock on the door, and Jerome Bonaparte, who was reviewing documents, lifted his head and said come in.
The door to the study slowly opened, and Vilnius appeared at the doorway.
"What are you doing here?" Jerome Bonaparte frowned slightly, asking Vilnius with a slightly reproachful tone.
"After all, I am the Chief Steward of the Tuileries Palace, why can’t I come!" Vilnius retorted confidently, then shivered slightly and asked, "Why is your room so cold!"
"Look!" Jerome Bonaparte pointed at the open window behind him.
Vilnius quickly ran to the window and closed it, then came to Jerome Bonaparte’s side, using her warm hands to clasp his cold hands.
Feeling the warmth from Vilnius’s hands, Jerome Bonaparte’s heart warmed up, and a smile appeared on his face.
"You can still smile!" Vilnius looked at her lover, who didn’t take care of himself, and couldn’t help but feel angry, "Your Majesty, do you know it’s easy to catch a cold like this!"
"I know!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to Vilnius with a flat tone.
"Then why do you keep the window open so wide, as if you’re afraid the cold wind won’t come in!" Vilnius again blamed Jerome Bonaparte.
"I have no choice! I must always keep my mind clear!" Jerome Bonaparte shrugged and said to Vilnius.
"But you can’t ruin your health like this!" Vilnius said while repeatedly rubbing Jerome Bonaparte’s hands.
Under Vilnius’s repeated rubbing, Jerome Bonaparte’s hands finally regained some warmth.
"Actually..." Jerome Bonaparte hesitated to speak, and then asked Vilnius earnestly, "Vilnius!"
"Your Majesty, what is it?" Vilnius asked Jerome Bonaparte.
"Do you think I... am a qualified monarch?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Vilnius with a slightly confused voice.
Vilnius was silent for a moment, then replied to Jerome Bonaparte, "Your Majesty, as far as I’m concerned! You are 100% a qualified monarch, France is thriving under your leadership!"
"But I, as the monarch, can’t even effectively restrain my own company!" Jerome Bonaparte said dejectedly to Vilnius, "The company I supported extensively is using my name to recklessly expand within France’s territories..."
Jerome Bonaparte shared the contents of Jerome Patterson’s letter with Vilnius, who listened quietly to Jerome Bonaparte’s heartfelt words.
After Jerome Bonaparte finished speaking, Vilnius said to him, "Your Majesty, you mentioned worrying that they are engaging in illegal activities under your banner!"
"They are already doing that!" Jerome Bonaparte replied to Vilnius.
"Your Majesty, I don’t think it’s such a big deal! There’s no need for you to be so discouraged!" Vilnius comforted Jerome Bonaparte, "If you really feel uneasy, then send Mr. Baxilio back to the Paris Northern Industrial Group to rectify it.
Just restrain them, won’t it suffice? There’s no need to blame yourself for their mistakes!"
"I’ve already sent Baxilio to rectify it!" Jerome Bonaparte replied to Vilnius, "I believe he should be able to bring me a satisfactory result!"
"Then that’s settled!" Vilnius gently stroked Jerome Bonaparte’s cheek encouragingly, "Your Majesty, you are the monarch reigning over more than thirty million people in all of France!
You can’t possibly attend to everything happening in France every day.
The matters of the Paris Northern Industrial Group, it’s understandable you can’t be informed in real-time!
As long as you can identify and solve the problem, isn’t that sufficient!"
"What you said makes sense!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded in agreement with Vilnius.
"Since your worries have been resolved, I’ll order the servants to build up the fire!" Vilnius said to Jerome Bonaparte again, then attempted to rise from Jerome Bonaparte’s lap.
"Wait a moment!" Jerome Bonaparte gently held Vilnius’s legs as she was trying to get up, then leaned in and gave Vilnius a light kiss.
"Alright!" Jerome Bonaparte let go of Vilnius, allowing her to rise and distance herself from him.
Not long after Vilnius left the study, two servants entered Jerome Bonaparte’s study, telling Jerome Bonaparte they had come on the orders of the Royal Chief Steward Vilnius to light the Emperor’s fireplace.
Jerome Bonaparte nodded, and the two servants began their task.
One servant skillfully removed the still unburned logs from the fireplace, while the other added new logs and ignited them.
Watching the half-burned logs held by the servant, Jerome Bonaparte pointed at them and suddenly inquired, "What do you plan to do with those half-burned logs?"
"Your Majesty, we’re planning to discard them!" the servant replied to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Throw them away! Isn’t that a bit wasteful!" Jerome Bonaparte said to the servant.
The servant bowed his head, not responding to Jerome Bonaparte.
Jerome Bonaparte immediately understood that the partially burned logs, like the leftover food from the Tuileries Palace banquet, were probably being sold at a cheap price through some "unseen" channel.
"Forget it! Take them away!" Jerome Bonaparte said dismissively to the servant.
The two servants bowed to Jerome Bonaparte before leaving his study. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
As the logs burned, the study gradually grew warm, and Jerome Bonaparte, feeling comfortably warm, continued perusing the documents.
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Over the next month, Vilnius continuously assumed the role of Baxilio.
Meanwhile, Baxilio, whose duties at the Tuileries Palace were suspended, took decisive actions upon returning to the Paris Northern Industrial Group.
Dozens of middle and senior management personnel were interviewed and warned by Baxilio, while several senior executives were dismissed.
During the corporate conduct rectification, Baxilio also took the opportunity to inspect the projects of the Group’s headquarters and subsidiaries.
When examining the accounts of the subsidiaries, the "Imperial Envoy" appointed by Baxilio uncovered economic problems among several branch managers, who were immediately sent by Baxilio to debtors’ prison for the rest of their lives.
Apart from the researchers, every employee in the Northern Industrial Group was on edge, and the previously arrogant corporate culture began to subdue under Baxilio’s fierce crackdown.
Companies collaborating with the Paris Northern Industrial Group were astonished to discover a drastic change in the attitude of its employees towards partners.
They went from being arrogant and domineering to being cautious and prudent.
None of the employees, except Baxilio, knew that the reason for their "unexpected disaster" was due to Eugene Galin’s inadvertent remark.
As the instigator, Eugene Galin was forcibly ordered by Baxilio to stay in Gabon.
