Make France Great Again

"Think about it... I need someone who can stand alone..."

Jérôme Bonaparte's candid eyes and words gave Pesciny some comfort in his anxious heart. He didn't know how frank there was in Jérôme Bonaparte's words, and he didn't dare to use his own words either. The mind speculates on the mind of a man who has transformed into a monarch.

The only thing Pesini can be sure of is that the president probably still needs him, and the transfer is most likely for the sake of balance of power.

If the president really doesn't need him, he can just be kicked out of Paris.

"Your Majesty, I will give you an answer in the near future!" Pesini responded humbly to Jerome Bonaparte.

It is impossible for Pesini to disobey the president. He can only try to delay as much time as possible, but this delay is bound to not last long.

"Yes!" Jérôme Bonaparte smiled and nodded to express his understanding. He didn't know what kind of fruit his whim's idea would bear.

When he promised Pesini the position of Secretary General in the Papal State, he did not consider that the Secretary's Office would become a behemoth in less than a year.

Jérôme Bonaparte was somewhat worried that too much power would bring bloat to Pesini. He had to adjust the functions of the subordinates of the Secretary's Office and promote some departments that were somewhat subordinate to the Secretary's Office to prevent the Secretary's Office from being overrun. A risk that cannot be shaken off.

However, if he wanted to split the secretariat, he had to remove Pesini. Only then did Jérôme Bonaparte think of the position of Minister of Public Works.

In terms of position, the Minister of Public Works has a higher position than the President's "Advisor".

Disguised promotion will reduce the impact of splitting the secretarial office.

"Go!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to Pesini.

"Yes!" Pesini turned and left Jérôme Bonaparte's study.

"Wait!" Just when Pesini was about to leave the study, Jérôme Bonaparte stopped him.

"Your Majesty!" Pesini turned around and asked Jérôme Bonaparte if he had any other orders.

"Forget it!" Jérôme Bonaparte murmured softly.

If I had known earlier, he shouldn't have agreed so readily!

After hesitating for a long time, Jerome Bonaparte said something incomprehensible to Pesini: "Ask Minister Regno! Is there a suitable candidate for promotion to marshal this year?"

"yes!"

Pesini left Jérôme Bonaparte's study and went to the Ministry of War. After handing the promotion documents to the Minister of War Regno, Pesini told Minister Reniault what Jérôme Bonaparte had told him: "Your Excellency, the President asked me to come over and ask if there are any candidates for promotion to Field Marshal in the Army."

Minister Regno was stunned for a moment by Pesini's question. It took him a long time to react, but he subconsciously asked: "Mr. Pesini, is the president planning to confer a title on the marshal?"

"I don't know! The president will probably take the development of the matter into consideration..." Pesini responded in an official tone.

"Currently, there are no candidates for promotion in the Army..." Minister Renault said to Pesini. He suddenly had an idea and seemed to have thought of something. He quickly added: "However, there is a suitable person among the non-Army personnel. candidate!"

"Who?" Pesini seemed to have thought of a person in his mind, but he was not sure whether the person he thought of was the same person as the person Reno didn't want to think of.

"Prince Montfort!" Minister Renault said the "suitable" candidate, and then explained thoughtfully: "I am not trying to flatter the president. Prince Montfort is indeed the most suitable candidate to be promoted to marshal. . He is the younger brother of the great emperor, and he once fought with the emperor. No one is more suitable to be a marshal than Prince Montfort!"

Although Minister Renault has repeatedly emphasized that he is not flattering, judging from his examples, Minister Renault is indeed flattering the president.

No general who has experienced that period does not know the dark history of Prince Montfort. He has never commanded a battle at all. The reason why he was nominated by Minister Renault is that he is the emperor's brother and the president's father. , otherwise the Marshal's Scepter would not be obtained by a deserter like Prince Montfort even if it were obtained by a dog.

Of course, with the passing of the older generation, there are not many young generals in the new generation until the dark history of Prince Montfort.

If the old Prince Jerome becomes marshal, it will help the army to identify with them.

"I think so too!" Pesini nodded and said to Minister Regno: "Well, Minister Regno, could you please make a separate list for marshal promotion?"

"Of course!" Minister Renault responded without hesitation.

The list of marshal promotions was quickly drawn up in the hands of Minister Renault. The only person who was promoted to marshal was the old Prince Jérôme. The reason for promotion was written in the column: "Once fought for France"!

Minister Regno handed the list of marshal promotions to Pesini. Pesini took the list and put it away before leaving the Ministry of War.

Pesini, who returned to the Elysée Palace from the Ministry of War, was about to go to the study on the second floor to tell Jérôme Bonaparte the news of Marshal Bonaparte's promotion, but was stopped by Wardray at the top of the stairs.

"Sir, you can't enter now!" Wardley shook his head and whispered to Pesini.

"Vaudrey, please tell me, did anyone enter the room after I left?" Pesini stopped and asked Wardray.

"Sir, after you left! Your Excellency the President's father, Prince Montfort, came here!" Wardray explained to Pesini.

"Your Majesty the Prince?" Pesini responded with a frown.

"That's right!" Wardley nodded in response.

"Then I'd better wait here for a while!" Pesini said to Wardley with a smile, then took out a ruby ​​and handed it to Wardley: "Thank you for providing me with this information!"

Wardley looked at Pesini in astonishment. He didn't understand why Pesini gave him this gem. Even if he didn't tell him, Pesini would know.

After all, Pesini is the most trusted person by the president. Wardley hurriedly excused himself and said, "Sir, there is no need! This is not an important matter!"

"It may not be important now, but that doesn't mean it won't be important in the future. Take it!" Pesini said something that seemed inexplicable to Wardley.

Pesini really doesn't need to give gifts to his colleagues when he's by the president's side.

After he left the Elysee Palace, his colleagues at the Elysee Palace became Pesini's most important source of intelligence. He must maintain this line, otherwise he is likely to completely lose trust in front of the president because of something.

Since Pesini repeatedly asked Wardray to accept it, Wardray was too embarrassed to refuse. He accepted the gift from Pesini and at the same time showed more respect to Pesini.

Of course, he still doesn't know about Pesini's upcoming transfer.

Except for Jérôme Bonaparte and Pesini himself, no third party knew this information.

While Pesini and Wardray were waiting for the study on the second floor to open again, there was a dispute between Jérôme Bonaparte and his cheap father, Prince Jérôme of Mondour, in the study.

"When are you going to let Parson come over!" Old Jerome, who was sitting opposite Jérôme Bonaparte, asked forcefully.

Jérôme Bonaparte responded indifferently: "As long as things in America are on track, my half-brother and nephew can come over! Father, in the final analysis, it was just you who made your own mess. Why? My sister and I have to bear the responsibility!"

Jerome Bonaparte's merciless words put old Jerome into an embarrassing situation. He knew that his son and grandson were not loved by Jerome Bonaparte and Mathilde, but After all, they are his own flesh and blood.

Old Jérôme, who was already in his sixties, really couldn't bear to see his son and grandson wandering away. He hoped that the whole family could live happily together.

"You promised me!" Old Prince Jérôme couldn't help but reveal a pleading look in his words. He knew that he could only turn to his presidential son for help at the moment: "My son, for the sake of me being buried soon... "

Old Jerome's pleading made Jerome Bonaparte shake his head, and his tone was also much kinder: "Father, I understand how you feel now! I assure you that once things in the United States are on track, they will You can come back!”

"That's great!" Old Prince Jerome smiled.

"But..." Jérôme Bonaparte changed his tone and became serious again: "They cannot join the Bonaparte family. This is my last condition!"

"My children, those are your brothers and nephews!" Old Jerome still hopes that they can join the Bonaparte family.

"This is the bottom line between me and my sister!" Jérôme Bonaparte put on an inhuman expression. He was firmly opposed to his half-brother joining the Bonaparte family.

"Okay!" Old Prince Jerome, who couldn't defeat Jerome Bonaparte, had no choice but to agree: "But you have to give them some compensation!"

"Don't worry! If they really show their talents, I will give them the title of Duke!" Jerome Bonaparte said to old Jerome.

"this is okay too!"

Although the old Prince Jérôme felt guilty that Jérôme Patterson could not legitimately join the Bonaparte family, he also knew that this was undoubtedly the best way.

If Jérôme Patterson joins the Bonaparte family, then the leader of the Bonaparte family will have big problems.

"Father! If nothing happens, I'm going out for a walk!" Jerome Bonaparte issued an expulsion order to the old Prince Jerome. He was afraid that his cheap father would propose something that would be difficult for him to do.

"By the way, about the marshal..." Old Jerome asked quickly.

Jerome Bonaparte glanced at the old Prince Jerome and responded angrily: "I have asked Pesini to go to the Ministry of War to ask if there is a suitable candidate!"

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