As he wished, Audion Barrot, who dissolved the restraining Constitutional Committee, perked up again.
It is said that to make soone perish, one must first make them mad.
This ti, Pri Minister Barrot’s "Return of the King" not only dissolved the Republican Faction’s ard Special Team but also proposed the oppressive policies of "Restoring the Salt Tax" and "Restoring the Wine Tax" in the assembly.
Due to these two oppressive policies, France’s tax revenue increased by one hundred million francs, but under the influence of certain "interested parties", Audion Barrot had already gained infamy far and wide.
The farrs near Seine Province might not recognize Audion Barrot, but as soon as his na was ntioned, they wished to tear him apart and drink his blood.
Powerless to resist, the Republican Faction and the Mountain Party could only express their dissatisfaction by banging tables in the National Assembly, but their protests were seen by the Order Party as nothing more than flies buzzing around their ears, without any threat.
It wasn’t over yet. Leon Fushi, a loyal henchman of Audion Barrot, once again dealt a fatal blow to the Republicans in the assembly.
On January 31, Leon Fushi presented a bill on assembly rights in the National Assembly, with the first article dissolving clubs and cafes.
If the Special Team was the Republican Faction’s backbone, then the "clubs" were their lifeline.
The famous banquet movent of 1847 started from the "clubs" and spread throughout France.
Despite the fierce opposition from the Republicans in the National Assembly to Leon Fushi’s legislation, their light voices were easily drowned out by the Order Party.
With the Order Party’s support, the assembly rights bill was implented within Paris, dissolving all gatherings except those of the Order Party and the Bonaparte Faction (Elysée Palace Faction).
The ti was soon approaching when Republicans and the Mountain Party would be swept out of the National Assembly.
After cleaning the opposing forces out of the National Assembly, Audion Barrot began his governance career.
Jero Bonaparte, acting as a hands-off manager, wasn’t idle either; he wholeheartedly focused on the cabinet, and Audion Barrot and Thiers gave Jero Bonaparte the opportunity to ddle in military affairs.
Determined to enhance his ties with the army, Jero Bonaparte imdiately established a military departnt, tasked primarily with receiving letters from the army to the President.
Jero Bonaparte stipulated that each letter should be read and replied to by himself personally. Even if an ordinary soldier wrote him a letter, Jero Bonaparte carefully responded, never delegating the task to others.
Over ti, the news of the Emperor’s nephew personally replying to letters spread among all the soldiers stationed near Paris.
Soldiers and mid-level officers, eager to receive correspondence from the Emperor’s nephew, wrote to the military departnt, yearning for a reply from Jero Bonaparte.
Every day, the military departnt received nearly 100 such letters, which Jero Bonaparte read and replied to one by one. There was a ti when the lights in the study of the Elysee Palace were on all night long, and Jero Bonaparte, exhausted from replying, even fell asleep at his desk.
Percy also tried to write letters on behalf of Jero Bonaparte, but was refused. Jero believed that this was the only way to be recognized by the Parisian army, thereby capturing the allegiance of the troops stationed near Paris.
When encountering envelopes filled with grievances, Jero Bonaparte would also gift several Napoleon gold coins.
Goodness pays off, and Jero Bonaparte’s tireless letter writing and warm greetings paid dividends; the army began to regard Jero Bonaparte as "Our Highness".
Many of the new generation officers stationed in the army near Paris (at the rank of colonel) expressed in their letters a desire to forge closer ties with Jero Bonaparte, who often invited these officers to the Elysee Palace.
Every Sunday evening, the Elysee Palace beca a gathering place for colonel-level officers.
Dressed in Lev’s formal suit, Jero Bonaparte beca the center of attention, as the assembled officers warmly referred to him as "Your Majesty", and Jero Bonaparte similarly addressed the officers as "Future Generals."
The atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax with the exclamation "Long live the Empire, Long live Bonaparte!", with ambition burning in the eyes of all the officers.
Jero Bonaparte could be sure that their ambition could be harnessed for his own purposes, provided he gave them the impression that he could win, otherwise, these crude yet astute fellows wouldn’t be willing to follow him.
Having gone through three dynasties, these chaleons had already honed their skills.
These "Young Turks" officers approached Jero Bonaparte one by one, offering toasts.
Suddenly, Jero Bonaparte rembered a certain sage’s wisdom: military culture is akin to the culture of a brewery.
In front of these hooligans, one can’t shrink back!
Jero Bonaparte could only drink one glass after another, and soon finished an entire bottle of brandy.
While Jero Bonaparte was half-drunk, a powerfully built, slightly balding middle-aged man appeared in front of him, raising his glass with sincere reverence and said, "Long live the Empire!"
Compared to the slightly arrogant hooligans from earlier, the man before him was sowhat excessively respectful.
Jero Bonaparte curiously asked, "May I know your na?"
The curly-haired, balding middle-aged man instantly straightened his back, showcasing the steely resolve of a soldier: "I am François Célestin Condorel, Colonel of the Zuav Corps!"
Condorel, Colonel, Zuav Corps.
The three key pieces of information instantly triggered Jero Bonaparte’s mory; the man before him was precisely the person he was looking to "find."
Historically, Condorel, after the fall of the Empire, continued to raise the Bonaparte banner, striving for restoration in France.
Although he ultimately failed to realize restoration, his loyalty surpassed that of other Bonaparte faction mbers.
A subordinate who was both loyal and capable must certainly be brought into the fold quickly.
"Colonel Conrobel!" Jero Bonaparte smiled kindly, inquiring amicably: "I recall the Zuav Corps was in North Africa; why are you here?"
"I am here to receive honors!" Conrobel, maintaining an attitude of respect, appeared as a potential mber of the Bonaparte reserve.
"Receiving honors is wonderful! Receiving honors is wonderful!" Jero Bonaparte encouraged: "France needs generals like you who can fight and win battles!"
"You flatter !" Conrobel responded, surprised by the complint.
"When is the honor ceremony?" Jero Bonaparte continued to ask.
"Tomorrow!"
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