The proud departing figure of Percy beca a powerful catalyst for the Bonaparte Party mbers, who, as the central force of the Bonaparte Party, all longed to be valued by the "Monarch" so they could step out under the envious gazes of others.
The remaining Bonaparte Party mbers intensely fixed their eyes on Jero Bonaparte, eager to hear the next assignnt from the Prince.
Jero Bonaparte did not disappoint them, as the second order soon followed.
"Captain Leti!" Jero Bonaparte directed his gaze towards Leti, standing in the third position to his right.
Hearing Jero Bonaparte solemnly call his na, Leti dared not exhibit any negligence and hurriedly responded, "Your Majesty!"
"You are responsible for the pre-election propaganda in Paris, making sure that the na Bonaparte and its represented aning penetrate deeply into people’s hearts!" Jero Bonaparte spoke to Leti while pulling out from his coat pocket the draft page of slogans he wrote two nights ago at the Lyon inn, handing it to Leti: "I want to ensure its content can be posted on every street and alley in the City of Paris!"
Leti devoutly accepted the note handed over by Jero Bonaparte and replied, "Yes!"
"You can open it and take a look! If there’s anything you don’t understand, speak up!" Jero Bonaparte reminded, fearing Leti might not comprehend the content above.
Though slightly skeptical inside, Captain Leti heeded Jero Bonaparte’s advice and unfolded the neatly folded draft paper.
The draft paper contained only one sentence: "In this unfortunate era, we must devise so plans to reinstate hope onto those oppressed by the Pyramid, the forgotten ones. Making France great again should be the responsibility and duty of the entire nation of France."
Indeed, the campaign slogan Jero Bonaparte pondered and plagiarized during his stay in Lyon was a hybrid product of two Arican Presidents’ slogans from 1932 and 2016.
"Your Majesty, do you an to reopen the national workshop to gain the support of those people?" Leti indeed did not grasp the aning represented by Jero Bonaparte’s campaign slogan; the concept of a free market led him to believe Jero Bonaparte advocated for the reconstruction of the previously abolished national workshop to ensure no unemploynt.
The rest of the Bonaparte Party mbers also exhibited puzzled expressions similar to Leti’s.
Eugène Roué appeared sowhat conflicted, seemingly having sothing to say but hesitating to speak up now.
"No!" Jero Bonaparte, after surveying everyone’s expressions and actions, spoke up again: "The national workshop itself is a superficial asure; what we need is to find sothing to occupy those restless individuals! The governnt should not remain silent during crises; it should be the driving force for economic recovery. When the market cannot self-regulate, the governnt should guide the economic adjustnts, ensuring the unemployed have work! Our governnt is not overreaching but underreaching! We must promote the superiority of the French system to reduce unemploynt."
After listening to Jero Bonaparte’s explanation, Leti, sowhat grasping it, asked: "Your Majesty, can I interpret it as reducing the unemploynt rate?"
Jero Bonaparte was montarily taken aback, suddenly realizing discussing Keynes-Roosevelt economics with soone like Leti seed futile, yet it’d be better to discuss sothing practical.
I am truly foolish!
Jero Bonaparte felt an urge to slap himself, deciding then to align his channel with that of Leti and others’ levels.
"What I an is, the future French Governnt should ensure the unemploynt rate doesn’t climb while revitalizing the French banking industry, developing education... In a single phrase: New Deal, Order, Religion!"
Jero Bonaparte communicated this as succinctly as possible to Leti, occasionally casting glances at Eugène Roué.
Roué, who boasted one of the highest levels of education and alertness among the present Bonaparte Party mbers, fell into contemplation.
After explaining the specific policies represented by the slogan to Leti, Jero Bonaparte again inquired if Leti understood.
Leti indicated his understanding.
Seeing the subtly hinted permission to leave in Jero Bonaparte’s gaze, Leti pointed out a few more prominent Bonaparte figures to depart together.
The scene was now left with only Pierre Bonaparte, Prince Old Jero, Mathilde, Eugène Roué, Fleury, and the last two Bonaparte Party mbers.
After inquiring about the specific work of those two remaining Bonaparte Party mbers, one of them indicated he served as a battalion commander in the French National Guard.
"Good! You’re in charge of recruiting so individuals interested in joining us within the National Guard! Your direct superior is Fleury!" Jero Bonaparte patted that Bonaparte Party mber on the shoulder, specially advising: "Rember, while you’re developing in the National Guard, you must tread carefully! If soone is not trustworthy, avoid deep connections with them!"
The Bonaparte Party mber entrusted with such a significant task responded excitedly with a "yes" and then left the room.
Next, Jero Bonaparte proceeded to inquire about the situation of the other Bonaparte Party mber, learning from him that he was a railway special commissioner under the Paris police.
This was an appointnt issued by Louis Philippe in 1846, and from this commissioner, Jero Bonaparte learned that a railway special commissioner was not what he understood as overseeing the situation along the railway, but rather a secret police identifying special elents within Paris under the guise of railways.
However, due to this decree being issued only in 1846, the imperfect railway commissioners during the Orleans period did not fall under the police departnt’s control but were directly subordinate to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
After the February Revolution, only a small number of railway commissioners returned to the police departnt, becoming the most transparent mbers within it.
Jero Bonaparte also advised this railway commissioner before him to consciously recruit a group of individuals sharing a similar fate upon returning to the police departnt, specifically asking him for his na.
"Your Majesty, my na is Marcel Yalek!" The railway commissioner excitedly stated his na.
"I understand, Marcel. If there’s any situation, you can contact directly!" Jero Bonaparte nodded slightly toward this fellow, as the idea of forming his own secret police took root in his mind.
"Yes!" Marcel Yalek deeply bowed to Jero Bonaparte, leaving with dreams in his heart.
At this mont, Jero Bonaparte turned his gaze toward his cousin, Pierre Bonaparte.
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