"Your Majesty, our..."
Wardley opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing.
"Do what I tell you! Why so much nonsense!"
Jero Bonaparte "brusquely" interrupted Wardley’s words and gave him commands.
"Yes!" Wardley obeyed Jero Bonaparte’s orders.
Conrobel, who initially thought Jero Bonaparte would pocket the money for a rainy day, suddenly realized that perhaps he did not understand the President well enough.
If it were him, he would definitely accept the money to use it in critical situations.
The path of a coup is not easy, and a slight misstep can lead to total ruin.
If the coup fails, taking so money to the United Kingdom is not a bad option.
Based on Conrobel’s understanding while following the President, in less than a year, the President’s expenditures on various projects have amounted to nearly over 2 million francs.
However, the annual expenditure of the President is 600,000 francs, and the remaining 1.4 million francs are mostly unsecured loans borrowed from bankers by the President.
[PS: Conrobel is unaware that before Jero Bonaparte beca President, he owed nearly 1 million francs in loans to Rothschild Bank, totaling 3 million in loans, of which nearly 800,000 francs were spent on early publicity, and as President, he spent around 700,000 francs on subsidies for a few poor soldiers, established public dical institutions worth 1 million francs, with the remaining 200,000 francs for daily expenses, many of which are counted under the Cabinet.]
If the President can hold his position steadily, then the 1.4 million in loans do not need to be repaid at all.
No banker would dare to press a Dictator for repaynt.
Unless they want a taste of bullets.
Once Mr. President fails, the bankers will turn into rciless demons demanding repaynt of debts.
Anyone wanting to leave themselves a way out would prepare enough funds while in office, but Mr. President really does not leave himself any retreat.
Conrobel could not tell if the President’s actions were out of self-confidence or a reckless abandon.
From the current situation, it’s mostly the forr for the President.
Only soone confident in themselves would lavishly spend on winning people’s hearts.
Otherwise, he would only choose to use all the money on himself.
With the President confident enough to shake the very skies of Paris, what do I have to retreat for...Conrobel finally let go of the last bit of hesitation in his heart, believing that under Jero Bonaparte’s leadership, they would surely win!
This self-confidence, when felt by Conrobel, transford his state of mind.
Jero Bonaparte did not know Conrobel’s psychological journey, but he did notice Conrobel’s change, becoming more confident than before.
"Your Majesty, please transfer to the Paris Garrison!" Conrobel said to Jero Bonaparte.
"Hmm?" Jero Bonaparte looked at Conrobel in surprise, curious why Conrobel made such a request.
Isn’t a managent position in the Military Secretariat appealing?
Although direct command of the Paris Garrison is in the hands of Changarnier, right now Changarnier has no clue that Jero Bonaparte, who proclaid Changarnier the "Loyal Guardian of the Elysee Palace" after the June incidents, is ticulously plotting against him. Accustod to leaning towards the power center, Changarnier unconsciously approaches Jero Bonaparte, who also seeks a "honeymoon" period with Changarnier under a veneer of amiability.
At this mont, placing Conrobel within the Paris First Division, Changarnier had no objection.
"Aide Conrobel! Why do you want to serve in the Paris Garrison?" Jero Bonaparte wanted to explore the reason.
Is it for personal reasons, or is the managent of the Military Secretariat difficult?
"Mr. President, you must have control over the entire military power of Paris!" Conrobel subtly replied.
Jero Bonaparte instantly understood Conrobel’s intention; he wanted to help him control the most crucial field force near Paris.
Faced with the ever-loyal Conrobel, Jero Bonaparte was sowhat moved and imdiately asked Conrobel, "Aide Conrobel, who do you think has the capability to succeed your position?"
Unexpectedly, Jero Bonaparte handed the appointnt and dismissal of the aide position over to Conrobel. Conrobel felt a warm current in his heart, hesitated for a mont but could not find a suitable candidate. The military rankings of those in the Military Secretariat were generally at the Lieutenant Colonel level, not fit to serve as the President’s aide, and Conrobel did not know many of the colonels and brigadier generals, most of whom were unwilling to delve into politics.
Amid Conrobel’s dilemma, he rembered Trocch saying in the Military Secretariat, "Mr. President seems to hold General Saint Arno in esteem." He also recalled that General Saint Arno, like himself, was a mber of the African Corps.
If he were to serve as the President’s aide, General Saint Arno would surely be grateful for his recomndation, and he himself would not lose influence over the Military Secretariat.
"Your Majesty, I propose appointing General Saint Arno as your aide and simultaneously as the ’Chief of Staff’ of the Military Secretariat!" Conrobel said to Jero Bonaparte.
"Hmm? General Saint Arno?" Jero Bonaparte looked at Conrobel in surprise, not understanding why Conrobel would recomnd Saint Arno, as the two clearly had no dealings: "What is your reason?"
"General Saint Arno... Hmm..." Conrobel thought frantically about what Trocch had once told him, relaying it to Jero Bonaparte: "He has a passion for you, for honor, and loyalty to the nation..."
It was entirely by rote!
After Conrobel listed all of General Saint Arno’s rits, Jero Bonaparte took a deep breath and said, "I understand!"
Jero Bonaparte, who already favored Saint Arno as a coup assistant, certainly didn’t mind taking advantage of the situation.
History had already proven that Saint Arno was a competent conspirator. Perhaps his goal was rely to attain a high position, but the actions spoke louder than his intentions. As long as he could help, it was acceptable.
Jero Bonaparte once again called Wardley over.
"Wardley, imdiately send soone to Algeria to find General Saint Arno and tell him the President invites him to serve as an aide at the Elysee Palace!" Jero Bonaparte calculated that it would take about 15 days from Paris to Algeria, for a round trip around 30 days.
This ant that even when Saint Arno arrived, Jero Bonaparte would have already completed the entire cabinet reshuffle.
By then, General Renio could issue a new appointnt letter.
"Yes!" Wardley replied imdiately.
"By the way! Also, call over Claude Adeline Migne and Captain Henry Gustav Devigne!" Jero Bonaparte said again to Wardley.
Wardley’s expression was sowhat surprised. He didn’t understand why the President knew the two captains but still dutifully responded, "Yes!"
Conrobel, on the side, also displayed a look of surprise. He didn’t understand the intent of Jero Bonaparte.
After Wardley’s departure, Jero Bonaparte cheerfully told Conrobel, "I heard that these two captains are researching a new type of bullet, significantly improving the range of rifles. So I want to et with them. Perhaps, I might witness the invention of a new weapon!"
What Jero Bonaparte referred to was the Minie bullet, bringing muzzle-loading rifles to their peak, and its complentary product, the Minie gun, which was also a miraculous weapon for the five wastes of Lingao.
Ironically, France invented the Minie bullet and Minie gun, yet France was the last to equip them; even neighboring Austria reard faster than France.
The enemy being in the Ministry of War was no joke.
Conrobel nodded, not wanting to delve into why the President was aware of the invention in Algeria.
Sotis, being a little unclear can be beneficial.
"As soon as Audion Barrot steps down, you can head to the Paris First Division!" Jero Bonaparte said to Conrobel.
"Yes!"
...
Night quietly descended.
A figure quietly bypassed the garden outside the Elysee Palace, entering the room through the back door. He was General Renio.
Led by Wardley, General Renio arrived at a parlor in the Elysee Palace, where Jero Bonaparte was seated.
The arrival of General Renio prompted Jero Bonaparte to rise. Seeing this, General Renio quickly ran to Jero Bonaparte and said, "Your Majesty!"
"General, you’ve labored hard! Please, have a seat!" Jero Bonaparte gestured to the seat opposite, indicating General Renio to sit, and then inquired about the situation in Ro.
Sitting in the chair, General Renio explained the state of affairs in Ro to Jero Bonaparte, both of them tacitly avoiding questions about money.
"General Renio!" Jero Bonaparte pushed a cup of coffee towards Renio, saying: "I think you should have so understanding from the letter. Now I’ll reiterate it once more! I intend for you to succeed Minister Liu Eri’s position as Minister of War. What do you think?"
"I will swear allegiance to you to the death!" Renio imdiately stood up and saluted Jero Bonaparte.
"I understand your loyalty!" Jero Bonaparte nodded to Renio: "However, I want to ask how you plan to deal with those in the Ministry of War! So individuals in the Ministry of War have been thwarting my policy implentation... They pay lip service but do nothing, and the entire Ministry of War is like an impenetrable, independent kingdom!"
"I will eliminate these obstacles for you!" General Renio said firmly, his eyes turning dangerous.
Good! I need soone like you!
"General, so who are unsuitable for the Ministry of War can be appropriately dismissed! We want to keep positions open for energetic young n!" Jero Bonaparte openly hinted.
"Your Majesty, I will fulfill my duty, guarding you and protecting the Republic! Anyone daring to obstruct us will be removed!"
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