"Forging small banknotes to disrupt the market, old man, that’s quite a bold idea you have!"
Jero Bonaparte spoke to the elderly man opposite him with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He could be certain that the elderly man across from him was not an ordinary person, and his attitude towards the Empire was equally not friendly.
Bourbon? Orleans? Or the Republican Faction?
Jero Bonaparte silently recalled the prominent figures within these three factions, yet he couldn’t match any of them.
However, he could roughly rule out that the elderly man across from him was from the Republican Faction.
Because the Republican Faction’s conspiracies usually involved straightforward coups and demonstrations.
It was rare for them to fatally strike in the financial sector, whereas those from the Orléans Faction preferred such thods.
No matter whether it was during the final years of the legitimate Bourbon or the early days of the Republic, the shadow of the Orléans Faction was always present.
"What good is a bold idea! I’m just an old man waiting for death!" The elder, sensing the dangerous aura radiating from Jero Bonaparte, decisively showed weakness in front of him.
He, being over seventy, had no wish to be targeted by a wolf cub of the House of Bonaparte; otherwise, he would be terrified even if he didn’t die.
"I think you’re still quite young, sir!" Jero Bonaparte responded to the elder with a smile still on his face: "At 76, Prince Talleyrand was still actively volunteering to serve as the ambassador to England. (Within the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the position of French ambassador to England is only second to the Minister of Foreign Affairs. In the case of soone like Prince Talleyrand, the status of ambassador to England is not inferior to that of the Minister of Foreign Affairs.)"
Upon hearing "Prince Talleyrand," a montary sadness flashed across the elder’s face, but it did not escape Jero Bonaparte’s sharp eyes.
He knew Talleyrand? Jero Bonaparte pondered silently.
"How can I compare to a great figure like Prince Talleyrand!" The elder said with a self-mocking smile on his lips.
"Oh, you should have t Prince Talleyrand, right?" Jero Bonaparte probed once again.
The elder couldn’t help but show a hint of nostalgia, but he quickly covered it with a smile and said, "How could that be possible? Monsieur Talleyrand was a renowned figure back then! I was just a nobody!"
"I see!" Jero Bonaparte then asked the elder why he had traveled such a long distance to Paris.
The elder evasively told Jero Bonaparte that he was heading to Paris at the invitation of an old friend.
"By the way, what are you heading to Paris for?" The elder also developed so interest in the couple in front of him.
"Of course, I’m going to Paris to see if there’s a way to beco an official! I co from a noble family, so it would be a pity if I didn’t go!" Jero Bonaparte replied to the elder with justified pride.
Jero Bonaparte’s words caught the elder by surprise. He initially thought Jero Bonaparte would make up a pretext like a vacation.
To his surprise, Jero Bonaparte straightforwardly said he was going to seek an official position, which indeed was beyond his expectations.
"Becoming an official is great! Becoming an official is great!" The elder had to dryly respond.
"Old man, are you interested in joining ! If I beco a minister, you can be my assistant!" Jero Bonaparte attempted to recruit the elder.
The elder shook his head and replied to Jero Bonaparte, "I’ve grown old! I’ve already beco indifferent to worldly fa and fortune!"
"Old man, that’s not what you just said!" Jero Bonaparte responded to the elder.
"What’s different about it?" The elder asked in confusion.
"You were just lanting that the knowledge you learned had no place to be used, and now you’ve suddenly beco indifferent to fa and fortune!" Jero Bonaparte responded to the elder.
The elder just laughed heartily without rebutting.
Then, after conversing for a while more with the elder, Jero Bonaparte unknowingly succumbed to drowsiness.
Drowsily, he fell asleep in his seat, and when Jero Bonaparte woke up again, the train was still running, but the elderly man sitting opposite him had already disappeared.
"What happened?" Jero Bonaparte asked Valerovsky with a furrowed brow.
"Sir... your excellency, he discreetly disembarked at the previous station!" Valerovsky whispered to Jero Bonaparte.
"Then why..." Jero Bonaparte was about to reprimand Valerovsky for not detaining him when he suddenly realized he seemingly had no reason to detain the elder, so he could only mutter softly, "Really a sly old fox!"
"Uh... Your Majesty!" Valerovsky hesitated for a mont, then leaned in to whisper in Jero Bonaparte’s ear, "As you know, I once served the July Monarchy!"
"And then?" Jero Bonaparte asked Valerovsky.
"The elder who was chatting with you earlier, I have the feeling I’ve seen him sowhere before!" Valerovsky whispered to Jero Bonaparte.
"So he’s with the Orléans Faction?" Jero Bonaparte responded to Valerovsky with a furrowed brow.
"Possibly!" Valerovsky replied to Jero Bonaparte with uncertainty in his tone.
"Think again about where you’ve seen him! Then, tell !" Jero Bonaparte reminded once more, then closed his eyes again.
Without the old man, the whole journey beca sowhat dull.
Ti passed quickly, and by 9 a.m. the next day.
After a long 26 hours of intermittent travel, the train finally crossed nearly 900 kiloters to reach the Paris Railway Station.
Jero Bonaparte, who got off the train, looked up at the bright sunlight in the distance and couldn’t help but yawn.
"Your Maj... Sir!" Valerovsky quickly corrected himself and asked Jero Bonaparte, "Should we rent a carriage to go back?"
"Go back? Why such a hurry!" Jero Bonaparte stretched his sowhat sore body and said to Valerovsky, "Let’s first do a surprise inspection of the factory with !"
"Yes!" Valerovsky left the train station, called a carriage, and headed to the outskirts of Paris with Jero Bonaparte and Vilnius.
Shortly after Jero Bonaparte and Valerovsky left, several soldiers in blue and white military uniforms completely sealed off the train station.
The crowd yet to leave the train station saw the soldiers and imdiately began to stir slightly.
General Vayan, responsible for sealing the site, imdiately issued an order to the people at the train station allowing entry only and no exiting. After a while, Empress Augusta in a white ceremonial dress and Princess Mathilde in a bright red dress appeared.
"General Vayan, where is His Majesty?" Empress Augusta asked General Vayan imdiately after getting off the carriage.
"Your Majesty, we have not found the Emperor’s whereabouts here!" General Vayan shook his head in response to Empress Augusta.
"Oh, Jero!" Mathilde grumbled softly, "Doesn’t he know what his status is? How old is he, still doing this kind of thing!"
General Vayan lowered his head, not daring to say a word.
"General Vayan, dismiss the troops! I think Jero has already left first!" Empress Augusta calmly ordered Vayan.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" General Vayan ordered his soldiers to leave with Empress Augusta’s carriage.
At that mont, Jero Bonaparte and Valerovsky had already arrived at the gate of the Northern Industrial Group complex.
The last one to get off the carriage, Valerovsky, took out a silver coin with Napoleon’s portrait and said to the coachman, "No need to give change!"
"Thank you very much! Generous sir! May God be with you!" The coachman said happily to Valerovsky.
Jero Bonaparte, Vilnius, and Valerovsky arrived at the gate of the complex.
The guard responsible for watching the complex imdiately stopped Jero Bonaparte and asked him if he had the docunts needed to enter the complex.
"No!" Jero Bonaparte shook his head, then removed his wig and glasses, smiling as he said, "I wonder if this face of mine could request an entry!"
"Your Majesty!" The two guards were imdiately taken aback and kneeled half-down to Jero Bonaparte to show their respect.
"Rise!" Jero Bonaparte said to them with a slight raise of his hand.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The guards rose to their feet and responded to Jero Bonaparte.
Subsequently, the guards opened the gates of the complex, allowing Jero Bonaparte to enter.
"Your Majesty, should I call General Manager Bashirio for you!" The guard eagerly offered his service to Jero Bonaparte.
"There’s no need for that!" Jero Bonaparte shook his head, "I’m very familiar with every place here!"
The guard complied, and Jero Bonaparte and Valerovsky proceeded deeply into the complex, eventually reaching the first place he planned to inspect.
Upon entering the "Protective Umbrella" research base, Jero Bonaparte and Valerovsky were imdiately noticed by the staff at the research base.
"Your Majesty!" The staff, surprised at first upon seeing Jero Bonaparte, quickly bowed to him.
Jero Bonaparte nodded slightly and was led to the lounge by the staff.
After a while, a person wearing a white lab coat and a cotton mask appeared in front of Jero Bonaparte.
"Professor Pasteur!" Jero Bonaparte smiled and greeted Louis Pasteur.
"Your Majesty, when did you return?" Louis Pasteur asked Jero Bonaparte, while taking off his mask to bow.
"Just recently!" Jero Bonaparte responded to Louis Pasteur, "As soon as I got off the train, I rushed here!"
Then Jero Bonaparte inquired Louis Pasteur about the malaria matter.
Louis Pasteur inford him that although they had determined the transmission dium for malaria, there had been no significant breakthrough in its treatnt.
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