The establishnt of Jero Bonaparte’s super-class cabinet, though dampening the enthusiasm of so mbers of the Elysee Palace Faction, also sparked endless speculation among so "Social Democratic Faction" individuals.
Many "Republican Faction" mbers suspected that Jero Bonaparte might be trying to use the position of Cabinet Pri Minister to win over so recognition from the Republican Faction, thereby allowing his constitutional andnt proposal to pass unopposed.
In the minds of the vast majority of Republican Faction mbers, the na Jero Bonaparte had already beco synonymous with "Power Stick," a person who would use any ans necessary for power.
So mbers of the Mountain Faction (for example: Victor Hugo) speculated that Jero Bonaparte might be using this thod to deceive, and he might beco furious due to the unsuccessful constitutional andnts and launch a coup.
Of course, such statents were opposed by the majority, arguing that Jero Bonaparte still had more than a year, and he had ti to continue seeking constitutional consent, then complete a coup within the constitutional frawork.
After all, for Jero Bonaparte, the risk of a coup was too great, and his legitimacy ca from the Republic.
Recklessly denying the Republic would not be beneficial for his rule, a view widely accepted by those in the "Social Democratic Faction."
No secrets can be kept indefinitely, especially for Marcel Yale, who controlled the entire Paris underworld and secret police.
Having received intelligence from a servant planted in a certain "Social Democratic Faction" mber’s ho, Marcel Yale reported the situation to Jero Bonaparte as soon as possible.
Upon hearing Marcel Yale’s report, Jero Bonaparte couldn’t help but laugh loudly at the "foolishness" of the "Social Democratic Faction."
To cater to this notion shared by the "Social Democratic Faction," Jero Bonaparte decided to first lull this group of "Social Democratic Faction" mbers into complacency.
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On the morning of November 6th, a sudden rainstorm enveloped all of Paris, and cold currents accompanied the storm, sweeping through the city.
At the eastern end of the Champs-Élysées, the Elysee Palace.
Jero Bonaparte walked out of the Elysee Palace alone, taking an umbrella handed to him by Valerovsky, carefully holding it over his head, and with Valerovsky accompanying him, he slowly walked out of the garden outside the Elysee Palace to the palace gates.
By this ti, the Champs-Élysées under the rainstorm was already deserted, with only the distant sound of horses’ hooves and howling winds, dense raindrops falling on the umbrella with a pitter-patter, and rainwater trickling down the ribs of the umbrella, forming a natural curtain.
Going out in such a rainstorm was not a wise choice, Valerovsky quietly mused to himself.
However, since the President wanted to go out, he had no choice but to follow Jero Bonaparte outside.
Valerovsky and Jero Bonaparte set out south along the eastern end of the Champs-Élysées, soon reaching the edge of the Seine River. Jero Bonaparte gazed into the distance, feeling a sense of openness, while Valerovsky, standing beside him, did not share the sa sentint. He carefully avoided puddles and ca to Jero Bonaparte’s side to ask, "Sir, should we head back?"
"No need to rush!" Jero Bonaparte laughed as he walked under an eave, gently shaking his leg, sending countless water droplets flying in all directions.
Despite the sudden rainstorm, and although Jero Bonaparte held an umbrella, he could only keep his upper body dry, while everything below his knees was completely soaked.
After waiting under the eave for about 10 minutes, the force of the rainstorm began to lessen.
"Let’s go!" Jero Bonaparte reopened the umbrella and stepped into the rain once more.
Valerovsky had no choice but to follow closely behind Jero Bonaparte.
The two continued walking in the rain for nearly half an hour until Jero Bonaparte finally stopped in front of a mansion.
"Let’s go!" Jero Bonaparte entered the courtyard of the mansion amid Valerovsky’s astonishnt.
He climbed the steps of the mansion to the front door, put away his umbrella, and gently knocked on the door of the mansion.
"Who is it?" A woman’s voice ca from inside the mansion.
"Is Deputy Tocqueville at ho?" Jero Bonaparte asked amiably.
The mansion door opened just a crack, and a woman with coffee-colored hair appeared in between.
"Mr. President!" Seeing who it was, the woman’s face showed a look of surprise.
"Madam!" Jero Bonaparte continued to smile and asked Madam Tocqueville again, "Is Deputy Tocqueville at ho?"
"Yes! Yes!" Madam Tocqueville nodded eagerly, opening the door wide and inviting Jero Bonaparte in, "Mr. President, please co in quickly!"
Jero Bonaparte and Valerovsky were arranged by Madam Tocqueville to sit on the sofa in the first-floor living room. Madam Tocqueville apologetically told Jero Bonaparte that her husband did not know he was coming, so he was still resting on the second floor.
"Could you please ask Deputy Tocqueville to co down?" Jero Bonaparte politely responded to Madam Tocqueville.
In a hurry, Madam Tocqueville had the servant bring up cakes and coffee, then went to the bedroom herself to wake Tocqueville.
After Jero Bonaparte and Valerovsky finished enjoying the cakes, Deputy Tocqueville finally ca downstairs.
Seeing Tocqueville’s weary look and red eyes, Jero Bonaparte instantly knew that Tocqueville must have stayed up all night.
"Mr. President, please forgive a man who hasn’t slept all night for being neglectful towards you!" Tocqueville, sitting on the sofa, said to Jero Bonaparte with a yawn.
"Hmm? It seems Mr. Tocqueville has a rich nightlife!" A aningful smile appeared at the corner of Jero Bonaparte’s mouth.
Tocqueville spread his hands and smiled helplessly, not wanting to explain anything.
After slightly livening up the atmosphere, Jero Bonaparte moved on to the main topic: "Mr. Tocqueville, I believe you are aware of the constitutional andnt a few days ago!"
Jero Bonaparte’s inquiry swept away Tocqueville’s drowsiness, and he revealed a stern expression: "If you are here to persuade , Mr. President, there is no need because I voted in favor at the ti."
"Thank you very much!" Jero Bonaparte smiled and said to Tocqueville.
"It’s nothing! I just believe that if you continue to lead France, it can slowly transition to a true republican system. God knows what the next president will be like. If things go wrong, we might end up choosing a king to take the stage!" Deputy Tocqueville waved his hand and said.
Of course, there was one thing he didn’t say out loud. That was that he was equally afraid of Jero Bonaparte launching a military coup.
"No one understands the republican system better than I do!" Jero Bonaparte responded without any modesty.
"But Mr. President, you still failed! Your votes still fall short of the three-quarters needed to and the constitution!" Tocqueville regretfully said to Jero Bonaparte.
"That’s why I ca to see you!" Jero Bonaparte seized the opportunity to say.
"Mr. President, I have no ability to persuade my colleagues to support you! They are more stubborn than I am!" Tocqueville wanted to refuse Jero Bonaparte.
"Please tell your Republican friends that there were so misunderstandings between us before, but I believe these misunderstandings will fade over ti! Now I need a group of talented Republicans in my cabinet to help govern this country!" Jero Bonaparte said to Tocqueville.
A surge of impulse welled up uncontrollably in Tocqueville’s heart; under France’s officialdom ntality, no one disliked holding a ministerial or leading position in the cabinet.
After a montary impulse, Tocqueville cald down again: "Mr. President, if I’m not mistaken, taking a ministerial position in your cabinet cos with a certain price, right?"
"I hope the Republicans can cast their supporting votes in the next constitutional andnt!" Jero Bonaparte said to Tocqueville: "Don’t the Republicans advocate that all power cos from the people? As long as the French people support , why do we still need the Legislative Assembly’s agreent? Conversely, if the French people do not support my retention, then I will have no attachnt whatsoever. Everything shall be decided by the people!"
Jero Bonaparte, adopting a democratic stance, spoke to Tocqueville.
After a mont of silence, Tocqueville responded to Jero Bonaparte: "Mr. President, I can try to persuade my colleagues for you, but I cannot guarantee whether they will indeed change their stance."
"Mr. Tocqueville, as long as you are willing to help, that is enough!" Jero Bonaparte responded to Tocqueville with "great delight."
After finishing the business discussion, the two chatted for a while longer. From Tocqueville, Jero Bonaparte learned that he seed to be conceiving a book about the late Bourbon Dynasty.
Jero Bonaparte suddenly recalled Tocqueville’s famous work, "The Old Regi and the French Revolution," and half-jokingly, half-seriously, promised Tocqueville he would certainly read it once it was completed.
By the ti Jero Bonaparte and Valerovsky left Deputy Tocqueville’s mansion, it was already eleven in the morning, and the heavy rain had turned into a gentle drizzle.
Jero Bonaparte looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and uttered a mysterious phrase, "Tomorrow should be sunny!"
Valerovsky looked at Jero Bonaparte with a puzzled expression, not quite understanding his aning.
Was the President talking about the weather, or was there a hidden implication?
"Let’s go!" Jero Bonaparte said to Valerovsky.
Holding umbrellas, the two took advantage of the slightly lessened rain to return to the Elysee Palace.
anwhile, several hundred kiloters from Paris, in the Hesse-Kassel Principality, a great war was about to break out between two of the most powerful countries in the entire German region, Prussia and Austria.
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