"Governor, why not just let it go!"
Rastigne cautiously tried to persuade Jero Patterson to give up his intention of reporting the arrogance of the Paris Northern Industrial Group to the Emperor, "Any company with so backing acts pretty much the sa as the Paris Northern Industrial Group.
So companies’ attitudes are even worse than the Paris Northern Industrial Group!
His Majesty is busy with nurous affairs, so why bother reporting such trivial matters to him!"
"Rastigne!" Jero Patterson cast a glance at Rastigne and said calmly, "Is it because you’re afraid of the Paris Northern Industrial Group that you’re advising not to ss with them?"
"No!" Rastigne shook his head and honestly told Jero Patterson, "I just think there’s no need to offend them; there are many companies worse than them."
"As for other companies, I can ignore them!" Jero Patterson stated firmly, "But the Paris Northern Industrial Group is different! It is a group personally established by His Majesty the Emperor, so every move it makes represents the will of His Majesty the Emperor!
I absolutely will not allow anyone to tarnish His Majesty the Emperor’s na under his banner!"
Jero Patterson’s words left Rastigne speechless.
After a mont, Rastigne smiled wryly at Jero Patterson, "Governor, since you’ve already decided to do so, as your subordinate, I can only support all your decisions!"
"Thank you for your support! Rastigne!" Jero Patterson extended his hand to Rastigne with a smile, and their hands clasped tightly together.
Early the next morning, accompanied personally by Jero Patterson and Rastigne, Eugène Gallo of the Paris Northern Industrial Group visited the mine by boat.
Seeing the large-scale mine before him, Eugène Gallo’s face showed a satisfied smile.
On the return journey, they again encountered the Old Chief of the Enthuya Tribe.
The Old Chief, along with Bongo Entuya and the tribespeople, blocked Jero Patterson’s path, scaring Eugène Gallo into almost thinking these "gorillas" were going to kill them all.
As a result, Eugène Gallian quickly pulled out a revolver and aid it at the Old Chief and others.
Standing by, Jero Patterson pressed down on Eugène Gallo’s revolver and shook his head.
Then Jero Patterson turned and asked the Old Chief, "Mr. Chief, what are you doing!!"
"Governor, we an no harm!" the Old Chief quickly raised his hands and said to Jero Patterson, "I just wanted to invite you to co and sit with us at the Enthuya Tribe!"
"Just to sit?" Jero Patterson asked in response.
"Actually, there’s a little matter I’d like to trouble you with! I hope you can oblige!" the Old Chief gestured with his hands and said.
Jero Patterson glanced at Rastigne beside him, seeking Rastigne’s opinion with his eyes.
After all, it was his first ti eting the Old Chief of the Enthuya Tribe, and he didn’t really know the Chief.
Rastigne nodded slightly, giving Jero Patterson the confidence to respond to Rastigne, "Alright! I’ll go with you!"
Under the Old Chief’s guidance, Jero Patterson and others arrived at the tribe, whereupon the Old Chief ordered his n to sound the alarm horn used in tis of attack, gathering a large number of tribe mbers and slaves.
After a while, all the young n of the tribe stood before Jero Patterson.
"What are you planning to do?" Although Jero Patterson had a gun, he dared not fire it casually in such an environnt.
Subsequently, the Old Chief tearfully told Jero Bonaparte that he gathered the young n of the tribe in hopes of the Governor introducing them to so work.
"What do you take us for!" Jero Patterson said with a stern face to the Old Chief, "Did we co here to alleviate poverty?"
"Governor, we really just want a job!" the Old Chief continued to plead with Jero Patterson.
Jero Patterson turned his gaze to Eugène Gallo, and then said to Eugène Gallo, "Mr. Gallo, you tell them!"
Eugène Gallo stepped forward and said, "I’m sorry, our Paris Northern Industrial Group does not sign agreents with individuals, only with companies!"
"Company! We can form one!" the Old Chief eagerly said to Eugène Gallo.
"Mr. Chief, do you know how to register and establish a company?" Eugène Gallo asked the Old Chief.
"No... I don’t!" the Old Chief shook his head in response to Eugène Gallo.
"It’s actually simple, you just need to..." Eugène Gallo explained the simplest thod to the Old Chief.
After listening, the Old Chief nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay! I got it! I’ll go to Libreville to register in a while!"
"Also, our company does not hire slaves!" Eugène Gallo reminded again.
"Ah!" The Old Chief was stunned for a few seconds, then let out a cry.
"Our contracts do not allow the ntion of slaves! As for how you handle it, that’s up to you!" Eugène Gallo shrugged his shoulders and said to the Old Chief.
"I understand!" The shrewd old chief surely grasped their aning, they just needed not to write "slaves" on the so-called contract.
After all, whether they were slaves or not was still up to the Enthuya Tribe.
"Alright! This problem is solved!" Jero Patterson clapped his hands with a smile, "Let’s applaud for the upcoming cooperation between the Enthuya Tribe and the Northern Industrial Group!"
Imdiately afterward, Eugene Galin publicly announced that Paris Northern Industrial Group would fund the construction of a church for the Enthuya Tribe, to acknowledge their devoutness.
The old chief expressed his gratitude to Eugene Galin once more after hearing this.
That evening, a grand bonfire party was held in the Enthuya Tribe, lasting until around 10 p.m.
On the third day at noon, Jero Patterson and others awoke from their sleep, and after having lunch, they bid farewell to the old chief and others.
"Governor, can you agree to one more request of mine!" The old chief pleaded again to Jero Patterson.
"What is it?" Jero Patterson furrowed his brows slightly and asked the old chief.
The old chief called Bango Entuya to him, "This is my grandson, Bango Entuya. I hope he can follow you to Libreville!"
"Of course!" Jero Patterson decisively agreed to the old chief’s request, "I will arrange a good position for him at the Governor’s Mansion!"
"Governor’s Mansion? No, no!" The old chief shook his head and replied to Jero Patterson, "I hope he can study in Libreville and broaden his horizons!
I don’t want him to be like , wandering aimlessly all his life on this land."
"Sure!" Jero Patterson nodded and said to the old chief.
This was an excellent opportunity to instill so thoughts into Bango Entuya, making him more content in serving as the puppet under France’s dominion.
Thus, Jero Patterson and his party set off to return to Libreville.
In the following days, besides paving the way for Paris Northern Industrial Group to set up a factory in Gabon and sending Bango Entuya into Libreville’s only school, Jero Patterson also wrote a letter to Jero Bonaparte.
By the ti Jero Patterson finished writing the letter, it was already the end of November, and once more he handed the letter to the previous ssenger, instructing the ssenger to deliver it personally to the Tuileries Palace, without using telegraph.
"I understand! Don’t worry!" The ssenger assured Jero Patterson imdiately upon receiving the letter.
"It’s up to you then!" Jero Patterson shook hands with the ssenger.
That night, the ssenger returned by ship to Marseille, and the freighter took a week’s ti to return to Marseille.
When the ssenger disembarked from the ship in Marseille, he felt a long-lost chill.
Even though Marseille was situated in the diterranean, its December temperature was still sowhat colder than that of Gabon.
"No way! I must buy a set of clothes!" The shivering ssenger mumbled quietly, and using his money, purchased a set of fleece clothing.
As soon as he put on the clothes, he felt an imdiate warmth, and a happy smile spread across his face.
Then, the ssenger purchased a train ticket from Marseille to Paris.
The train was scheduled to depart at 8 a.m. the next day, so the ssenger first stayed at a nearby hotel by the railway station.
At 6:30 the next morning, the ssenger got up early, quickly packed his things, shouldered a backpack full of food, and left the hotel.
By the ti the ssenger arrived at the station, it was already 7:45.
Standing silently among the crowded platform, he waited for 10 minutes for the train, and the train arrived.
The ssenger was jostled into the carriage by the crowd, where he would spend the next ten-plus hours.
At 8 a.m., the train started punctually.
...
After a lengthy journey of over ten hours, the train finally arrived at Paris Railway Station in the evening.
As the ssenger got off the train, he felt another chill; December in Paris was even colder than Marseille. The evening sky was clear and starlit, and the biting cold wind brushed relentlessly against everyone’s faces, instinctively speeding up their pace.
Upon exiting the railway station, the ssenger did not rush to the Tuileries Palace but instead searched for a hotel to rest.
After a day on the train, he was physically and ntally exhausted; in less than 10 minutes of lying down on the hotel bed, he fell asleep.
anwhile, inside the Tuileries Palace, situated at the most western end of the Champs-Élysées in the heart of Paris, the study of Emperor Jero Bonaparte was still brightly lit.
In the room, Emperor Jero Patterson and Imperial Foreign Minister De Luyis were sitting on the sofa beside the blazing fireplace, preparing to discuss a sudden diplomatic incident.
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