After seeing off Monsieur Charles Hawas, and having done the rest of the press service's business, Charles went straight to Louis Bonaparte's mansion at 10 p.m.

To the future emperor's own preference, his reception room was placed in the deepest part of the mansion, with dark tapestries on the walls and scarlet curtains blocking the windows from almost everything from the outside world.

In this artificial, gloomy silence, Charles stood respectfully in front of Louis Bonaparte, who was seated, and the heat of summer seemed to have completely disappeared between the two men.

Even when he was receiving others, Louis Bonaparte frowned slightly and thought about his own affairs, and his expression was a little tired.

He is now a member of the National Assembly, and attending the parliament on weekdays is a busy task, plus he has to participate in various political affairs and planning, so it is normal to be tired.

Charles waited silently, he had no right to interrupt the future Lord's thoughts.

"Charles......" After he waited for a while, Louis Bonaparte finally opened his mouth, wondering if it was Charles's delusion, his expression seemed to become more and more solemn, "Do you know what worries me the most at the moment?" ”

The big man always likes to hang people's appetite like this before he speaks, and Charles of course doesn't think much about himself, and guesses cooperatively, "Is it a matter of the future election?" He asked cautiously.

"No, it's a nuisance, but it's not a concern." Louis Bonaparte shook his head slightly, "What's more, now that our situation is getting better and better." As the number of people supporting me grows, there is no need for us to worry too much. ”

Then, without waiting for Charles, he asked again. "What worries me the most now is that we lack a clear understanding of our goals, and we are not firm and united enough. ”

"Sober awareness?" Charles was a little confused.

"yes, that's it." Louis Bonaparte sighed softly, "Don't you think?" The Bonapartians still haven't been able to condense into a strong enough entity, we're too loose. If only we could be more united. Then I think we will achieve much more than we do now...... And now? Now that we're going to be like this, how are we going to fight the enemy in the future? How to take the country in your hands? ”

Then, he glanced at Charles slightly.

"This. Maybe you can't see it enough? ”

This look, this sentence, matched together, made Charles a little creepy unexpectedly.

Of course, he couldn't say he couldn't see clearly. This is the time to follow the leader closely.

"You're right. A lot of times I also feel like we have to be more united. Charles hurriedly chimed in, wondering in his mind what the other party meant.

Fortunately, Louis Bonaparte didn't have much of a mind to play dumb riddles with him.

"I've decided that we can't survive on loose tissues, we have to find a way to twist into a rope." He said coldly, "It will be held after the presidential election, and I will turn our supporters into a combative group, and this matter must not be delayed." ”

Then, he glanced at Charles again without any emotion. "For this state of affairs, young people. Do you have any ideas for good? ”

After hearing his words, Charles finally understood.

Louis Bonaparte wanted to recruit a group of henchmen for himself – real henchmen.

A henchman who regards him as more important than the emperor.

Yes, Louis Bonaparte was bothered by the fact that his supporters supported the Bonaparte family more than himself, and that he did not have enough prestige to worship him as much as the Emperor, even among his comrades, who, perhaps because of their proximity, were more sober and objective towards him than the average person.

In a word, the Bonapartist was attached to him because he was the nephew of the emperor, and not because of himself.

In the stage of seizing power, he naturally does not care about this, and even takes advantage of this, and trumpets his inheritance of the emperor's spirit all day long, but what about when he becomes president or even emperor himself? Doesn't he need a group of people who are truly loyal only to him and subordinate to his prestige?

Moreover, at that time, can you still rely on the signboard of your uncle to dominate the world?

With this in mind, he intend to form for himself a private political community, one that is attached only to him and subject to his prestige.

To this end, after being elected president, he had his henchmen set up an organization, the "December 10th Society", which the revolutionary mentors ridiculed in a very contemptuous tone as "an organization of lumpenproletarians full of gangsters, careerists, veterans, criminals, liars, thieves, gamblers, prostitutes, brothel owners."

The organization made him its leader, preached a cult of personality for himself, and often went to the places he inspected to cheer long live, with such fanaticism that even the original Bonapartists themselves could not stand it.

Of course, the fate of this whole organization is also easy to guess - Bonapartism is essentially ambition, the winner is king, it is not a formed political theory, so it cannot become a real political party at all, and the new members of this organization are no different from the old Bonapartists, they only use the surname Bonaparte as a tool for their own glory and wealth, so they are not able to do much to help the fate of the Second Empire and Napoleon III himself.

Louis Bonaparte, of course, could not have known these "things to come" at this moment, so he was full of ambition to set himself up for a private hill.

After thinking about it all, Charles finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew what to say.

"Now that the whole of Europe is in chaos and our country is in great trouble, and now only you can save the country, I have always believed that we must be firmly united in the collective with you at its core, and carry out all your instructions with the utmost seriousness, only then can we be invincible."

Upon hearing his words, Louis Bonaparte smiled with satisfaction.

The smile encouraged Charles, and he continued.

"I think we have to be a real political group, firmly obedient to you, and follow all your instructions, and only then can we achieve these goals."

"It's great that you can think of that!" Louis Bonaparte sighed softly, "After all, he is a young man with a flexible brain...... In this way, you should also pay more attention and make more friends with like-minded people, so that you can really grow your political group. And, you have a promotional tool now, right? Go ahead, young man, we all believe in your abilities......"

The purpose of his words, of course, Charles understood.

In his eyes, a young man like Charles is easy to manipulate, much more obedient than the old ones, and he intends to let a young man like Charles find someone for him, and flesh out the or, uh, "lumpenproletarian organization"

"Of course it has to be." Charles hurriedly nodded in agreement.

In this way, he found himself one of the founders of the future December 10th Society.

Then, he frowned slightly, "However, speaking of publicity, I've had a bit of a problem here lately......

"Questions?"

"That's the ......" Taking advantage of this great opportunity, Charles hurriedly told him about his previous feud with Hawass News Agency.

"Do you mean that after Tuh knew about you, he took special care of others to make things difficult for you?" After listening to Charles's account, Louis Bonaparte asked quietly.

"Maybe not on purpose," Charles replied cautiously, trying not to act like he was complaining—though he did, "anyway, I was going to take it down, and the people in the ministry talked to me, and the result was ...... As a result, he suddenly stood up and vetoed my request, and now let Mr. Hawass take my lead...... Hey......"

Louis Bonaparte listened to Charles with a blank face, and after a long silence he spoke slowly.

"I see, he's targeting us." Then, he added, "But don't worry, this thing will be yours at that time, and it will definitely not be able to escape!" Your family has helped us so much, can't we even give this bit in return? Wait patiently! When the time comes, as long as I'm on stage, it's yours! ”

After hearing his words, Charles got what he wanted and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

That's what Charles does. If the normal path does not work, he will follow the route of Louis Bonaparte, and plan to directly withdraw his salary from the bottom of the kettle and let the Hawass news agency work for nothing - as long as Louis Bonaparte comes to power, the Kafenjac cabinet will be finished, and then the minister of agriculture and commerce will have to be replaced, and then the decision of the former minister will be changed, will it be easy to change?

Since it is no longer possible to play according to the rules, Charles has no choice but to play cards according to the rules, as long as it can achieve its goal anyway. Far from disheartening him, the frustration that Mr. Hawass brought to him a new motivation.

Still, Charles felt a little pity. A king's favor is like a credit card. There is always a quota, and it is impossible to take what you want. What king likes to see his courtiers and subordinates greedy for this and that all day long?

Because of this consideration, Charles didn't come to ask him for help in the first place, just to try not to consume his favor for himself, but God didn't fulfill people's wishes, and now he can't take care of so much.

Louis Bonaparte asked him to help organize political groups, and he asked Louis Bonaparte to fulfill his wishes. The two men tacitly completed this transaction.

"Charles, let's do it." After quietly agreeing on the matter, Louis Bonaparte looked up and looked at Charles gently.

"Yes." (To be continued......)

PS: For those who don't understand this chapter well, you can look at it like this:

Take the party as a KMT

Treat Louis Bonaparte as Captain Chiang

Think of the December 10th Society as the Blue Coat Society

It's almost understood......

The ending of the two is similar......