Under the "strong recomndation" of Old Jero, Police Chief Maxi Decamps "gladly" accepted Prince Old Jero’s suggestion.
Originally marginalized within the Police Departnt, Railway Police Commissioner Marcel Yale was imdiately appointed by Maxi Decamps as the Acting Head of the Anti-Subversion Investigation Office. This newly established office would undertake the responsibilities originally ant for the Railway Police Commissioner, becoming the secret police monitoring Paris.
Though the newly established Anti-Subversion Investigation Office is but an inconspicuous force for the stage that Paris is currently in, it gradually expands along with Jero Bonaparte’s power expansion.
As for why it is called Anti-Subversion, it is, of course, one of President Jero Bonaparte’s whims.
Upon solving Marcel Yale’s staffing issues, Prince Old Jero left in a carriage, accompanied eagerly by Maxi Decamps.
Watching the departing carriage, Maxi Decamps’ expression turned from bright to dark; he now had to solve the problem proposed by Prince Old Jero.
Seated in the carriage, Prince Old Jero stroked the scepter in his hand while gazing out the window, feeling a sense of nostalgia.
After more than 30 years, the Bonaparte Clan finally rose to beco the rulers of France once again.
The more crucial point is that this ruler is his son.
In a daze, Jero Bonaparte’s consciousness seed to travel back to the era of the First Empire. Under the Emperor’s demands, he had to divorce his wife and marry soone he wasn’t very fond of. From then on, he began opposing his brother, wanting to best him at least once, yet each attempt resulted in a resounding defeat, up until he had Jero Joseph Bonaparte and Mathilde.
"Brother, I finally beat you once!" Prince Old Jero mumbled to himself.
The carriage soon arrived at the Rhine Inn, and Prince Old Jero, with slow and steady steps, climbed the stairs.
At the second-floor staircase, Prince Old Jero heard Jero Bonaparte’s voice coming from the makeshift conference hall: "Fleury, how are the things I asked you to prepare coming along?"
"Your Highness, I have ordered a set of furniture from Baron Achille Fuld. The Baron promised it would match the Imperial style. Additionally, I purchased an unused dual-seat four-wheeled vehicle from Princess Liyewan!" reported Fleury, the chief of security, to Jero Bonaparte, updating him on recent progress.
Ever since receiving the news on December 10th, Fleury had been arranging the necessary pomp and ceremony for Jero Bonaparte’s move into the Elysee Palace, making frequent visits there for this purpose.
"And what about the matter of the horses? It’s no good having a carriage without horses," Jero Bonaparte inquired.
"General Opler told privately that he has a few extra horses at ho that can be gifted to Your Highness!" Fleury quickly responded.
"Inappropriate!" Jero Bonaparte replied calmly: "We should pay General Opler at the original price; there’s no need to take advantage of soone’s small kindness!"
Saying this, Jero Bonaparte turned his gaze to Percy beside Fleury and asked, "Percy, how are the discussions on matters inside the Elysee Palace going?"
Percy quickly replied, "Your Majesty, I have already reached an agreent with the people at the Elysee Palace to retain so of the original attendants and then recruit a few more people!"
"That you can handle, but by no ans should unknown individuals mix into the Elysee Palace!" Jero Bonaparte again reminded him.
"Yes, Your Highness!" Percy promptly replied.
"Alright! I will leave matters of the Elysee Palace entirely in your hands, two. I hope that after I enter the Elysee Palace, I’ll see a different Elysee Palace!" Jero Bonaparte concluded, "Is there anything else you need to report to ?"
"Well... Your Highness..." Percy hesitantly responded in a low voice, "Recently, Edgar Ney has expressed a desire to return to the Bonaparte fold!"
"When exactly was this?" Jero Bonaparte asked carefully.
"December 11th!" Percy awkwardly responded.
"Ah, indeed!" Jero Bonaparte sneered, his tone sarcastic, "Knowing we’re nearing victory, he is eager to join us. Truly a matter of adding frosting on the cake!"
No wonder Jero Bonaparte was sarcastic. Anyone would have a hard ti maintaining a good temper when encountering such a person. Moreover, unlike his cousin Louis Napoleon, Jero Bonaparte was not a nostalgic person.
"Your Highness, Edgar Ney is Marshal Ney’s son!" Percy quietly reminded him.
"What about him being Marshal Ney’s son? Does it an he can ascend to the heavens with a single step?" Jero Bonaparte clearly did not have a high opinion of the so-called son of Marshal Ney, seeing him as nothing more than a useless parasite living off the reputation of a First Empire Marshal, making it unnecessary to waste too much ti on him.
"Your Highness, we need to win over the old figures of the Empire, so..." Percy advised persuasively.
In all honesty, he didn’t like Edgar Ney, a party crasher who picked fruit midway either, but to win over the old figures of the Empire, they had to draw in so of the older generation.
"Then put Edgar Ney in the Directorate of Security! If he can’t even manage as a guard, then he should leave as soon as possible! Otherwise, he’d be an insult to Marshal Ney!" Jero Bonaparte insisted that Edgar Ney be placed in the Directorate of Security.
"And then there’s Mr. Mornay! He also seems to be in favor of us!" Major Fleury cautiously ntioned another person.
"Mornay..." Jero Bonaparte murmured. Unsure whether he should accept this half-brother of his cousin Louis Napoleon.
History has proven Mornay’s capabilities, but contrasted with his abilities, his loyalty leaves sothing to be desired.
Mornay even contradicted his cousin, let alone .
However, the Bonaparte Faction currently has only a few key figures to rely on, and Mornay’s inclusion would only benefit the faction.
After a long contemplation, Jero Bonaparte replied, "Don’t rush to respond to Mornay. I have other plans!"
As Percy and Fleury continued their discussion, the basic personnel for the Elysee Palace were finalized.
Percy and Fleury also left the makeshift conference hall, with Prince Old Jero following behind to inform Jero Bonaparte about the situation in the Police Departnt.
"Good!" Jero Bonaparte nodded with a smile.
Now that the Police Departnt finally has an opening, it’s only a matter of ti before it falls.
Only by controlling all the military and paramilitary forces in Paris can he proceed with his next phase of plans without haste.
On December 19th, rain fell on the Paris area shrouded in dark clouds.
In the gentle drizzle, Speaker Marast solemnly announced the election results: Jero Bonaparte, with a nearly six million votes advantage, beca the President of the French Republic.
The next step is to proceed to the Bourbon Palace for the oath.
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