Jero Bonaparte patiently listened to De Luyis’s explanation and his face also showed a contemplative expression.
After a while, Jero Bonaparte spoke to De Luyis: "Minister Luyis, what you said does indeed make so sense!
If we don’t find sothing for the Kingdom of Britain to do, the Kingdom of Britain will devote all its energy to European diplomatic affairs, but..."
At this point, Jero Bonaparte shifted the tone and said to De Luyis: "But, we shouldn’t be so proactive as to play the role of diator!
Wouldn’t that make us seem too ’kind-hearted’!"
"Your Majesty, we need not rush to be diators!" De Luyis hurriedly explained to Jero Bonaparte: "What I ant was, we should be ready to diate at any mont!
Once the U.S. envoy to Ossman, Carol Spencer, fails to negotiate a ceasefire for the Post envoy, they will certainly turn to our French Empire.
Then, we can beco the diator between the Kingdom of Britain and the Kaiji Dynasty."
"Hmm! Sounds good!" Jero Bonaparte nodded and asked De Luyis again: "Can we take advantage of this diation to sign so treaties with the Persian Kingdom!"
"Your Majesty, what treaty do you wish to sign with the Persian Kingdom?" De Luyis was taken aback for a few seconds and spoke to Jero Bonaparte.
"A portion of the empire’s military reserves needs to be sold, and a portion of the empire’s soldiers also need to be re-employed!" Jero Bonaparte said to De Luyis: "Also, the luxury goods produced by the empire also need to find a suitable buyer!
Then, ask the Kaiji Kingdom if they can slightly reduce the tariffs on luxury goods!"
"I understand, Your Majesty!" Minister Luyis imdiately understood Jero Bonaparte’s intention; he wanted to enjoy the sa privileges in the Kaiji Kingdom as England and Russia, and incidentally, carry out a clearance sale of the piled-up inventory in the warehouse.
"Minister Luyis, it’s getting late!" Jero Bonaparte yawned and said to De Luyis: "You should go back and rest early!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Minister Luyis bid farewell to Jero Bonaparte.
After De Luyis left, Jero Bonaparte quickly organized the docunts and returned to his room to rest.
The next morning, a ray of sunshine pierced through the curtains and shone on Jero Bonaparte’s face.
In his sleep, Jero Bonaparte slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window, then reached under the pillow.
After so searching, Jero Bonaparte finally found the pocket watch under the pillow.
Then he took out the pocket watch to check the ti; it was already around 10 a.m.
Jero Bonaparte hastily nudged Augusta beside him, saying, "Wake up! Wake up! The sun is almost up!"
Augusta lazily brushed off Jero Bonaparte’s hand and replied to him, "You get up yourself! I want to sleep a little more!"
"Then I won’t bother you!" Jero Bonaparte said, while pulling off the covers, bending over to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground and put them on.
After about 10 minutes, the fully dressed Jero Bonaparte left the bedroom.
Before leaving, Jero Bonaparte did not forget to remind Augusta to get up early.
Leaving the bedroom, walking down the corridor of Tuileries Palace, he soon encountered Royal Chief Steward Vilnius, and he hurriedly asked Vilnius: "Vilnius, during my sleep, there were no guests at Tuileries Palace, right?"
Vilnius replied to Jero Bonaparte: "Except for one ssenger from the Gabon Region, there were no other visitors!"
"That’s good!" Jero Bonaparte looked at Vilnius and replied, then asked another question: "Where is the ssenger from Gabon now?"
"Bashirio has already arranged him in the reception room! My purpose for coming is to inform you!" Vilnius said to Jero Bonaparte.
"I understand!" Jero Bonaparte affectionately tapped Vilnius’s nose and said: "Thank you for your hard work!"
"Not at all!" Vilnius’s face turned slightly red and he whispered: "Well... Your Majesty!"
"What’s the matter? Is there anything wrong?" Jero Bonaparte asked Vilnius.
"Can you..." Vilnius stamred, failing to complete a sentence.
"Can you what?" Jero Bonaparte asked Vilnius again.
Finally, Vilnius mustered the courage to ask Jero Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, do you have ti tonight? I wish to talk to you about so matters!"
Jero Bonaparte instantly understood Vilnius’s implication. He smiled and said to Vilnius: "Of course I have ti! But where do you plan to have the conversation?"
"May we go to my room?" Vilnius asked Jero Bonaparte eagerly.
"Of course!" Jero Bonaparte nodded and replied to Vilnius, then leaned closer to Vilnius’s ear and whispered: "Tonight, be clean and wait for !"
After saying that, Jero Bonaparte gently patted Vilnius’s butt and walked away, leaving Vilnius standing in place, blushing.
After parting ways with Vilnius, Jero Bonaparte t Bashirio at the staircase’s corner.
"Bashirio, where is the guest from the Gabon region now?" Jero Bonaparte imdiately asked Bashirio.
"Your Majesty, please follow !" Bashirio said as he led Jero Bonaparte.
Under Bashirio’s guidance, Jero Bonaparte arrived at a reception room.
Jero Bonaparte pushed open the door of the reception room and saw the ssenger sitting inside.
The ssenger, sitting in a chair, also noticed Jero Bonaparte as he opened the door.
The ssenger quickly stood up and walked toward Jero Bonaparte’s direction.
The two t midway, and the ssenger hurriedly bowed to Jero Bonaparte and said, "Your Majesty!"
"It must have been arduous traveling all the way from Gabon to Paris!" Jero Bonaparte shook the ssenger’s hand, speaking warmly.
"Not at all!" The ssenger shook his head, responding to Jero Bonaparte, and then handed him a letter: "Your Majesty, this is the letter Governor Jero Patterson entrusted to deliver to you!"
While taking the letter from the ssenger, Jero Bonaparte inquired about the situation in the Gabon region: "How did your talks with the Northern Industrial Group go?"
"To report, Your Majesty, we have completed our talks with the representatives of the Paris Northern Industry Group!
When I left, His Excellency the Governor and Eugene Galin’s representative had already comnced work!
I heard from His Excellency the Governor that the mine is expected to officially produce in half a year!
Moreover, our Governor plans to establish a wood processing factory in Libreville!
To process the timber from the Gabon region!" The ssenger relayed everything he knew to Jero Bonaparte.
"Not bad! Very good!" Jero Bonaparte clapped his hands approvingly and said, "Your governor recognizing the importance of self-reliance is comndable!
Colonies should not always rely on the financial subsidies from the imperial governnt; they also need to co up with ways to cover the expenses!"
"Your Majesty, you are absolutely right!" The ssenger agreed, "Our Governor Jero Patterson often advises us on the need for self-reliance as well!"
"Alright! That’s all I have to say!" Jero Bonaparte decided to wrap up the conversation with the ssenger, "Do you have anything else you wish to add?"
The ssenger shook his head and answered Jero Bonaparte, "Your Majesty, I have nothing more."
"Then I won’t keep you any longer!" Jero Bonaparte straightforwardly gave the order for the guest’s departure.
"Your Majesty, I shall take my leave!" The ssenger bowed and took his leave from Jero Bonaparte.
Afterward, Jero Bonaparte ordered Bashirio to escort the ssenger out of the Tuileries Palace.
When Bashirio returned to Jero Bonaparte’s study after escorting the ssenger out the Tuileries Palace, he found Jero Bonaparte sitting with a gloomy expression, holding an envelope and a letter in his hand, without uttering a word.
Bashirio couldn’t help but feel a bad premonition, yet he maintained a calm deanor as he reported to Jero Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, I have escorted the ssenger out of the Tuileries Palace!"
Jero Bonaparte looked up at Bashirio, then slapped the letter onto the table and said, "Bashirio, have a look yourself!"
Trembling, Bashirio approached Jero Bonaparte and took the letter from the table into his hands.
The contents of the letter were simple: Jero Patterson described the arrogance of the Paris Northern Industrial Group representatives to the Emperor.
A single page was like a bolt from the blue for Bashirio.
It was important to understand that the Paris Northern Industrial Group had prospered under his watch, and Jero Patterson’s letter was as if he was being slapped in the face.
"General Manager Bashirio, do you have anything to say?" Jero Bonaparte’s change of address to Bashirio indicated his current dissatisfaction.
"Your Majesty, I am not sure..."
Bashirio tried to explain sothing to Jero Bonaparte but was interrupted forcibly by Jero Bonaparte, "Bashirio, does simply not knowing solve the problem? Does simply not knowing cover up all mistakes?
What I need is not your explanation, I need a solution!
Do you understand?"
"I understand!" Bashirio hurriedly responded to Jero Bonaparte.
Having been by Jero Bonaparte’s side for so ti, Bashirio knew the Emperor highly valued his reputation. He would not harm his reputation unless absolutely necessary.
A company like the Paris Northern Industrial Group, tarnishing his na while using it, was no surprise to the Emperor to be infuriated.
The priority now is to reform the internal structure of the Paris Northern Industrial Group.
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