On the matter of relocating the factories to the outskirts, Georges Ossman and Jero Bonaparte saw eye to eye.
As a Bonapartist more orthodox than Jero Bonaparte, Georges Ossman favored ruling the city with authoritarianism.
In other words, Georges Ossman preferred to act as a "strict father" in front of the people of Paris, giving candy to the obedient "children." The disobedient would receive strict punishnt.
In his view, the most obedient children in Paris were the petite bourgeoisie, diligent in their work and not causing trouble to society.
The troubleso children were the proletariat of Paris, also known as the sans-culottes.
The root of all revolution began from them and their nests that bred radical ideas—the factories. As long as the factories were moved out of Paris, the revolution would also vanish from Paris.
In other words, in Georges Ossman’s ideology, as long as there were no poor people in the urban areas of Paris, music and dancing could continue.
As for Jero Bonaparte wanting to build apartnts for 100,000 workers in Paris, he saw it as an unmistakably socialist thought.
If Jero Bonaparte weren’t the Emperor of the Empire, then Georges Ossman would have certainly arrested him and sent him to prison, just as he did with Olivier (the President of the Legislative Council in the other world line, founder of the Free Empire).
Now, since the person saying these words was the highest ruler of the entire Empire, Georges Ossman had to be cautious in his approach.
"Your Majesty, forgive my bluntness!" Georges Ossman advised Jero Bonaparte cautiously, "Your kindness is sothing that shas all current monarchs, but your kindness can’t change certain groups! Instead, it may embolden them and your idea might..."
At this point, Georges Ossman hesitated and glanced at Jero Bonaparte, seemingly awaiting Jero Bonaparte’s permission.
"Might what? Continue speaking; I absolve you of any bla!" Jero Bonaparte responded with a smile, eager to hear so different views from Georges Ossman.
"The residences you establish for workers might very well beco the cradle of revolution!" Georges Ossman replied to Jero Bonaparte through gritted teeth.
"Is this all you have to say?" Jero Bonaparte showed a disappointed expression.
The opinions Georges Ossman held did not exceed the confines of his status and era, even though he was among the few talents in France.
Fear of revolution and riot made him view workers rely as fattened mobs with nothing to do, rather than as people truly akin to himself.
This arrogance emanating from 19th-century elites made them always regard others condescendingly and deal with the proletariat with a charitable mindset.
Let alone lower themselves to listen to the voices of the proletariat.
But Jero Bonaparte was different; "born" in the 21st century, he had witnessed the developnt of the next hundred years. Those workers were never inherently the seeds of revolution; all they sought was the right to eat a bit better and not work so hard... As long as these needs were t, they lacked the motivation to rebel, thus becoming the Empire’s most obedient entity.
As for the issue of proletarians seizing power, Jero Bonaparte could confidently bet that, before Ilyich created the vanguard, those cuties had no ability to counter a perfect machine of violence.
In Georges Ossman’s eyes, workers were objects to be rejected, but in Jero Bonaparte’s eyes, they were to be wooed and must not fall into Dr. Ma’s hands.
Moreover, Bonapartism itself is about reconciling the contradictions between classes, and when necessary, the superstructure could endure so hardship.
Since the birth of capitalism, proletarian revolutions have been heard but not revolts by big capitalists. In the escalating worker movents, they would compromise for their lives.
It is necessary to ensure a sufficient number of middle-class mbers to maintain societal stability.
Due to differences in vision and values, Georges Ossman did not understand Jero Bonaparte. In his eyes, the Emperor of the Empire, who had initially risen by opposing red ideologies, was increasingly stepping into becoming red himself.
"Hmm..." Jero Bonaparte awkwardly scratched his head, "How should I tell you?"
"If, Your Majesty, you insist on doing so, then I will naturally choose to support you!"
At a critical mont, Georges Ossman once again applied the operation of a clever person: following along with the main line and swaying with the flow.
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Having floated in the political sea for many years, Georges Ossman understood that in this country, as long as the Emperor wished for sothing, nothing could fail! The only difference lay in the cost the Emperor needed to pay!
With a knack for siding with the victor, Georges Ossman would certainly not oppose the Emperor on this issue.
Seeing Georges Ossman readily agree, Jero Bonaparte naturally did not need to explain the reason to him. Of course, Jero Bonaparte also believed he probably couldn’t persuade Georges Ossman just as Georges himself could not persuade him.
Since that was the case, it was better to leave so room for turning around.
"How about this place?" Jero Bonaparte pointed to a location in the Paris 12th District, "Could you allocate a piece of land for here?"
Georges Ossman glanced at the position Jero Bonaparte indicated and nodded in response, "Of course!"
"Then I look forward to your good news!" Jero Bonaparte stretched lazily and replied to Georges Ossman.
Subsequently, Jero Bonaparte left Georges Ossman’s office. When he was less than a ter from the door, sothing suddenly occurred to him, and he quickly turned around and said, "Oh, there’s one more thing!"
"Please, go ahead!" Georges Ossman responded deferentially.
"Regarding the land prices during the property renovation, I hope you pay more attention! Otherwise, by the ti the houses are renovated, the cost of purchasing land will be higher each day!" Jero Bonaparte reminded Georges Ossman.
If his mory served him correctly, during the ensuing renovations by Georges Ossman, the land prices in Paris would continue to rise.
As for why the prices of Parisian real estate continued to rise, it was naturally inseparable from that group of pests in the Paris Banking Circle.
Of course, the rise in land prices also aligned with the speculative nature of capitalism, and Jero Bonaparte saw no need to use administrative ans to limit it. He reminded Georges Ossman simply to use his hand to curb the increase in Parisian land prices slightly.
This might result in Georges Ossman provoking a crowd of ’enemies’ in the financial circles, but was that not why he stood in the fiery pit as Governor of Seine Province, to divert animosity?
Moreover, the continually rising land prices in Paris were inherently malicious to the already tight finances of Paris City Hall, and Ossman, who wanted to make a difference, would certainly use so ans to suppress land prices.
"Understood!" Georges Ossman nodded and replied to Jero Bonaparte.
"Then I’ll take my leave!"
Jero Bonaparte shook hands with Georges Ossman and left the office.
The adjutant, Edgar Ney, who was standing outside, quickly followed in Jero Bonaparte’s footsteps as they walked down from the top floor of the Paris City Hall.
When Jero Bonaparte returned to the Tuileries Palace, the overcast clouds over Paris began to spread to the surrounding areas, and the weather gradually cleared up.
A ray of sunlight shone through the thin clouds onto the unfinished Saint-Michel Avenue behind the City Hall.
"The sky has cleared!" Jero Bonaparte said profoundly.
Standing beside him, Edgar Ney, who did not understand the aning, could only nod.
Taking advantage of the dispersing clouds and the few pedestrians on the street, Jero Bonaparte and Edgar Ney casually hailed a carriage.
A carriage that looked sowhat modest stopped in front of Jero Bonaparte and Edgar Ney. When the coachman recognized Jero Bonaparte, a look of fear appeared on his face, and he almost let out a cry of surprise.
"Your Maj..."
Before the coachman could finish, the quick-witted Edgar Ney covered his mouth.
"Shhh..." Jero Bonaparte made a gesture for silence and then requested the coachman to take them to the Tuileries Palace.
"Please get on the carriage!" the coachman said respectfully to Jero Bonaparte.
Jero Bonaparte and Edgar Ney both entered the carriage, and the coachman raised his whip to urge the horses forward.
The horses let out a neigh when struck by the whip and then began to move.
The carriage drove for about five minutes before reaching the Tuileries Palace.
Through the side window, Jero Bonaparte saw the Tuileries Palace outside. He opened the carriage door and, at the driver’s seat, warmly shook hands with the coachman.
The coachman showed a look of being overwheld, stamring as he said to Jero Bonaparte, "Your Majesty... I... I’ve always supported you!"
"I know!" Jero Bonaparte said as he took out a silver coin with Napoleon’s portrait and handed it to the carriage.
"Your Majesty... how... how can I take sothing from you? It’s my honor to serve you!" the coachman waved his hand, trying to refuse.
"Take it!" Jero Bonaparte placed the one franc silver coin into the coachman’s pocket, "You need it more than I do!"
Upon hearing this, the coachman thought of his children at ho and expressed his respect for this ’benevolent’ Emperor in the most heartfelt language.
After the carriage left, Jero Bonaparte gently said to Edgar Ney beside him once more, "You should go ho and rest too!"
Edgar Ney also saluted Jero Bonaparte before departing.
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