"Mr. Baxilio, I’m entrusting this matter to you! I hope you can resolve this issue in the shortest possible ti!"
Jero Bonaparte spoke with a calm tone, yet issued a command to Baxilio with great decisiveness.
Baxilio again assured Jero Bonaparte that he would promptly correct the issues within the Paris Northern Industrial Group.
If unsuccessful, he was willing to accept any punishnt from Jero Bonaparte.
Having received Baxilio’s promise, Jero Bonaparte returned to a pleasant expression and then reminded Baxilio to ensure that, during the reformation of the Paris Northern Industrial Group, it should not affect those scientific workers.
To show the importance of scientific work, Jero Bonaparte exhorted Baxilio, "You must rember, every scientific worker is a rare talent of the Empire!
The vast majority of them trust us to provide a good research environnt, which is why they are willing to join the Northern Industrial Group.
We must not betray their trust in us!"
"Understood!" Baxilio nodded heavily in response.
"Alright! That’s all I have to say, is there anything else you want to ntion?" Jero Bonaparte asked Baxilio.
"Nothing else, Your Majesty!" Baxilio shook his head and replied to Jero Bonaparte.
"Good! Then quickly handle it and return!" Jero Bonaparte said to Baxilio.
Baxilio bowed to Jero Bonaparte and left, closing the door behind him.
Jero Bonaparte turned to the chair, stood beside it, and gently stroked the chair with his hand, a surge of coldness transmitted from Jero Bonaparte’s fingers to his brain.
A wry smile appeared on Jero Bonaparte’s face.
To be honest, he himself did not like using such extre thods to punish his own faults, but he had to use this thod to leave a profound impression on the eting.
After all, staying too long in the warm "fireplace" can easily breed laziness.
Laziness is not a good habit for a monarch, as it can lead a monarch to develop path dependency, unwittingly trapping them in an information cocoon.
After a fierce internal debate, Jero Bonaparte slowly walked to the window, opened it, and a sharp cold wind blew in, causing every hair on Jero Bonaparte’s body to tremble and his slightly drowsy mind to instantly clear up.
After standing by the window for a while, Jero Bonaparte returned to the chair, gritted his teeth, and sat down on the cold chair to work.
After a while, there was a knock on the door, and Jero Bonaparte, who was reviewing docunts, lifted his head and said co in.
The door to the study slowly opened, and Vilnius appeared at the doorway.
"What are you doing here?" Jero Bonaparte frowned slightly, asking Vilnius with a slightly reproachful tone.
"After all, I am the Chief Steward of the Tuileries Palace, why can’t I co!" Vilnius retorted confidently, then shivered slightly and asked, "Why is your room so cold!"
"Look!" Jero Bonaparte pointed at the open window behind him.
Vilnius quickly ran to the window and closed it, then ca to Jero Bonaparte’s side, using her warm hands to clasp his cold hands.
Feeling the warmth from Vilnius’s hands, Jero Bonaparte’s heart ward up, and a smile appeared on his face.
"You can still smile!" Vilnius looked at her lover, who didn’t take care of himself, and couldn’t help but feel angry, "Your Majesty, do you know it’s easy to catch a cold like this!"
"I know!" Jero Bonaparte responded to Vilnius with a flat tone.
"Then why do you keep the window open so wide, as if you’re afraid the cold wind won’t co in!" Vilnius again blad Jero Bonaparte.
"I have no choice! I must always keep my mind clear!" Jero Bonaparte shrugged and said to Vilnius.
"But you can’t ruin your health like this!" Vilnius said while repeatedly rubbing Jero Bonaparte’s hands.
Under Vilnius’s repeated rubbing, Jero Bonaparte’s hands finally regained so warmth.
"Actually..." Jero Bonaparte hesitated to speak, and then asked Vilnius earnestly, "Vilnius!"
"Your Majesty, what is it?" Vilnius asked Jero Bonaparte.
"Do you think I... am a qualified monarch?" Jero Bonaparte asked Vilnius with a slightly confused voice.
Vilnius was silent for a mont, then replied to Jero Bonaparte, "Your Majesty, as far as I’m concerned! You are 100% a qualified monarch, France is thriving under your leadership!"
"But I, as the monarch, can’t even effectively restrain my own company!" Jero Bonaparte said dejectedly to Vilnius, "The company I supported extensively is using my na to recklessly expand within France’s territories..."
Jero Bonaparte shared the contents of Jero Patterson’s letter with Vilnius, who listened quietly to Jero Bonaparte’s heartfelt words.
After Jero Bonaparte finished speaking, Vilnius said to him, "Your Majesty, you ntioned worrying that they are engaging in illegal activities under your banner!"
"They are already doing that!" Jero Bonaparte replied to Vilnius.
"Your Majesty, I don’t think it’s such a big deal! There’s no need for you to be so discouraged!" Vilnius comforted Jero Bonaparte, "If you really feel uneasy, then send Mr. Baxilio back to the Paris Northern Industrial Group to rectify it.
Just restrain them, won’t it suffice? There’s no need to bla yourself for their mistakes!"
"I’ve already sent Baxilio to rectify it!" Jero Bonaparte replied to Vilnius, "I believe he should be able to bring a satisfactory result!"
"Then that’s settled!" Vilnius gently stroked Jero Bonaparte’s cheek encouragingly, "Your Majesty, you are the monarch reigning over more than thirty million people in all of France!
You can’t possibly attend to everything happening in France every day.
The matters of the Paris Northern Industrial Group, it’s understandable you can’t be inford in real-ti!
As long as you can identify and solve the problem, isn’t that sufficient!"
"What you said makes sense!" Jero Bonaparte nodded in agreent with Vilnius.
"Since your worries have been resolved, I’ll order the servants to build up the fire!" Vilnius said to Jero Bonaparte again, then attempted to rise from Jero Bonaparte’s lap.
"Wait a mont!" Jero Bonaparte gently held Vilnius’s legs as she was trying to get up, then leaned in and gave Vilnius a light kiss.
"Alright!" Jero Bonaparte let go of Vilnius, allowing her to rise and distance herself from him.
Not long after Vilnius left the study, two servants entered Jero Bonaparte’s study, telling Jero Bonaparte they had co on the orders of the Royal Chief Steward Vilnius to light the Emperor’s fireplace.
Jero Bonaparte nodded, and the two servants began their task.
One servant skillfully removed the still unburned logs from the fireplace, while the other added new logs and ignited them.
Watching the half-burned logs held by the servant, Jero Bonaparte pointed at them and suddenly inquired, "What do you plan to do with those half-burned logs?"
"Your Majesty, we’re planning to discard them!" the servant replied to Jero Bonaparte.
"Throw them away! Isn’t that a bit wasteful!" Jero Bonaparte said to the servant.
The servant bowed his head, not responding to Jero Bonaparte.
Jero Bonaparte imdiately understood that the partially burned logs, like the leftover food from the Tuileries Palace banquet, were probably being sold at a cheap price through so "unseen" channel.
"Forget it! Take them away!" Jero Bonaparte said dismissively to the servant.
The two servants bowed to Jero Bonaparte before leaving his study.
As the logs burned, the study gradually grew warm, and Jero Bonaparte, feeling comfortably warm, continued perusing the docunts.
...
Over the next month, Vilnius continuously assud the role of Baxilio.
anwhile, Baxilio, whose duties at the Tuileries Palace were suspended, took decisive actions upon returning to the Paris Northern Industrial Group.
Dozens of middle and senior managent personnel were interviewed and warned by Baxilio, while several senior executives were dismissed.
During the corporate conduct rectification, Baxilio also took the opportunity to inspect the projects of the Group’s headquarters and subsidiaries.
When examining the accounts of the subsidiaries, the "Imperial Envoy" appointed by Baxilio uncovered economic problems among several branch managers, who were imdiately sent by Baxilio to debtors’ prison for the rest of their lives.
Apart from the researchers, every employee in the Northern Industrial Group was on edge, and the previously arrogant corporate culture began to subdue under Baxilio’s fierce crackdown.
Companies collaborating with the Paris Northern Industrial Group were astonished to discover a drastic change in the attitude of its employees towards partners.
They went from being arrogant and domineering to being cautious and prudent.
None of the employees, except Baxilio, knew that the reason for their "unexpected disaster" was due to Eugene Galin’s inadvertent remark.
As the instigator, Eugene Galin was forcibly ordered by Baxilio to stay in Gabon.
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