Chapter Seventy-Six: The Rhine Hotel Paris

The sudden attack of the Party of Order made Jérôme. Bonaparte was somewhat unexpected at the same time, but also in Jérôme. A wake-up call rang in Bonaparte's heart.

Sometimes blindly believing in the "established facts" of history is not a long-term solution, in the final analysis, the process of history is just driven by people, and any small change will make a person's mind change dramatically.

His own struggle against the Party of Order, against those who opposed the establishment of the Bonaparte Empire, was inevitable, but this struggle could only be fought in Jérôme. After Bonaparte became president.

Now all he has to do is to rush to Paris as soon as possible to arrange many matters related to the election, and at the same time show weakness to Thiers and others.

Appropriate weakness will make the opponent contemptuous, and you can use the opponent's contempt to calmly arrange.

Jérôme who figured out where to play the next few moves. Bonaparte was eager to grow two wings and fly to Paris, but it was a pity that in the short time that the steam train was in operation less than 30 years ago and the Paris-Lyon train route was opened less than eight years ago, there were no night trains.

Jérôme. Bonaparte waited patiently and anxiously for the next day.

As the night wore on, Jerome extinguished the kerosene lamp. Bonaparte curled up on the bed in a sideways position.

Filled with excitement, he closes his eyes and recalls the past, memories of the 19th and 21st centuries in Jérôme. Bonaparte's mind intertwined and made Jérôme. Bonaparte could not sleep happily.

The words "propaganda slogan" appear even more abruptly in Jérôme. In Bonaparte's mind.

"What kind of slogan should I use!" Jérôme. Bonaparte opened his eyes and muttered to himself, and the campaign slogans of the presidents of the United States across the ocean came to mind.

Unemployment, bankruptcy, political instability...... The general signs of France are not irrelevant to the United States of the thirties of the twentieth century, and they can only be said to be identical. Jérôme. Bonaparte couldn't help but think of the slogan of Roosevelt Jr., one of the Yalta Triumvirate.

Maybe I can use it! However, there is still something to add to the back.

Jérôme. Bonaparte could no longer hold back his exuberant inspiration, fearing that his inspiration would disappear without a trace the next day, he got up and lit the kerosene lamp again with flint.

Once again, the kerosene lamp illuminated the room. Bonaparte sat at his desk, took out paper and pen, thought for a long time, and then wrote down his campaign slogan in French.

Then he opened the paper with the campaign slogan and pointed it at the kerosene lamp, and the whole paper also showed yellow under the yellowing light of the kerosene lamp. Bonaparte nodded in satisfaction.

The paper was folded and put in the pocket, and the kerosene lamp was blown out again.

This time Jérôme. Bonaparte could sleep peacefully.

Early the next morning, when the first rays of the morning sun hit the ancient city, which had been passed down for thousands of years, the proletariat living in the ancient city of Lyon had already begun its day.

The workers, who worked nearly fourteen hours a day, were woken up at about 4 a.m. by the sound of roosters, shuffling their heavy and listless steps, wiping their dusty faces with water and starting to work to the shouts of the thieves.

At the train station in the north of Lyon, there was also a group of people, carrying large bags and small bags, waiting for the train at the train station, which could not be more shabby.

The train dispatcher, who usually has nostrils to the sky, and the policeman who is responsible for protecting the security of the railway also showed an almost flattering smile to the leader of the group, Jérôme. Bonaparte said hello.

The train station anxiously waits for the train Jérôme. Bonaparte did not want to engage in meaningless conversations, and after a casual perfunctory remark, he gave the order to expel the guest.

The two of them, who knew that they were not good enough, could only leave in disgrace.

Before parting, they still smiled flatteringly to Jérôme. Bonaparte said that he could call them whenever needed.

Looking at the background of the two leaving, Jérôme. Bonaparte shook his head lightly and sighed: "If I hadn't been surnamed Bonaparte, maybe my life would have been like theirs to be a person who constantly compromises for his livelihood!" ”

None of the people present picked up Jérôme. Bonaparte's words, sometimes the words of the leader just need to listen carefully.

As the sun rises, the white mist gradually evaporates under the illumination of the sun.

More and more people are traveling to Paris by train.

At 7:30 a.m., with a piercing whistle, the train appeared with thick white smoke.

The train stops smoothly at the platform, Jérôme. Bonaparte got into the car first, followed by Fleury and Eugène. Ruet, Pessini and other Bonapartists.

At 7:50 a.m., another long whistle sounded, and a large amount of white smoke rose from the chimney of the locomotive, and the train started slowly.

Sitting on the train bored Jérôme. Bonaparte hung one hand by the window and looked out at the scenery.

The distance between Paris and Lyon is almost 470 kilometers, and the train travels at a speed of 40-50 kilometers per hour, and it takes about 10 hours to reach its destination.

[In 1848, the fastest train at that time was the American Antrope, which reached a speed of 96.6 kilometers per hour]

At 7 p.m., the train slowly stopped at the Paris railway station. Bonaparte and the Bonaparte got out of the car.

Jérôme returned to Paris after a gap of four months. Bonaparte looked particularly excited.

Compared to himself four months ago, Paris is like his first love, and he will start here and conquer the whole of France.

In Eugène. Surrounded by Ruet and other members of the Bonapartist Party, Jérôme. Bonaparte came to the Hôtel du Rhine near the Champs-Élysées in the Saint-Germain district, where his cheap dad stayed.

Wait until Jérôme. Bonaparte with Eugène. When Rue arrived at the Rhine Hotel, from the mouth of the innkeeper, Jérôme. Bonaparte got his own cheap daddy and did not stay in the hotel.

From the expression of the innkeeper with his own knowledge of the cheap daddy, Jérôme. Bonaparte speculated that his father was probably in a "deep conversation" with the actresses of the opera house at some opera house.

Jérôme. Bonaparte shook his head and whispered in the Tuscan dialect: "Really, they're all a lot old!" You also have to learn from other young people! It's terrible! ”

The innkeeper, who did not understand the Tuscan dialect, looked at Jérôme with a puzzled expression. Bonaparte.

Stand in Jérôme. Eugène beside Bonaparte. Rue forced a smile and made a serious gesture.

After consulting with the innkeeper, Jérôme. Bonaparte decided to use the floor of his former residence as his temporary office.

The innkeeper, who was in the off-season of tourist season in Paris, was ecstatic to agree to Jérôme. Bonaparte.