Looking through the study window at the departing Count of Falou, Jérôme. Bonaparte knew that this bargain with the Catholic Right had been successful.

There is no party in the whole of Paris that offers more terms to the clerical than Jérôme. Bonaparte was more abundant, or rather capable of being with Jérôme. Bonaparte's rivals (e.g., Kafenac) were reluctant to negotiate terms with them. Those who are not capable of making it to the finals of the election (such as Thiers, Molay, etc.), even if the conditions are lucrative, are just flowers in the moon.

Not to mention that the Count of Falu himself is a diehard of the monarchist and the clerical right, and it is a fool's dream to expect him to make peace with an ultra-republican.

Jerome was convinced that the Count of Falou would agree to his terms. Bonaparte smiled confidently.

Although he had only returned to Paris for two days, he had already gained the support of other forces besides his own small peasant base, some of which were Victor. The moderate republicans, led by Victor Hugo, whose base were the petty bourgeoisie of the whole of Paris eager to secure their private property, and the other part represented the power of the Catholic right, led by the Comte de Falou, who partly came from Brittanya and partly from Provence.

The situation in the elections cannot be said to be without progress, but only to be said to be win-plus-win.

In a very good situation, Jérôme. Bonaparte couldn't help but be a little fluttery.

After all, he is about to become the first person in history to become the president of France at the age of 26, and there has never been a ruler of a republic in France who is less than 30 years old in its past and future.

Jérôme who closed his eyes and danced his body gently. Bonaparte fell into a brief period of self-absorption.

However, Jérôme. Bonaparte's intoxication did not last long before Eugène. Ruet's shouts broke.

"His Royal Highness...... "Eugène. Ruie breaks into Jérôme. Bonaparte's study swallowed and said intermittently: "Kafenjac, Kafenjac......"

"What's wrong with Kafenyak?" Jérôme. Bonaparte opened his eyes in an instant, awakened from his self-absorption, and asked with a stern expression.

"Kafenjak is downstairs! He says he wants to see you! "Eugène. Rue said it all in one go.

"Huh?" Jérôme. A hint of surprise flashed in Bonaparte's eyes, he didn't understand that the dictator of Kafenjac was not enjoying his last dictatorial days in the Elysée Palace, what was he doing when he came to him, he didn't want to persuade himself not to participate in the election!

"Tut-tut! The plague god has come to the door! "Jérôme. Bonaparte shook his head and sighed.

"To see or not to see?" Eugène. Rue asked Jérôme. Bonaparte, for this kind of thing can only be decided by the leader alone, and anyone who makes decisions instead of the leader will only make things worse.

"Do we have a choice right now?" Jérôme. Bonaparte shrugged his shoulders and replied in a calm tone: "Then let's have Mr. Ruling in!" Don't keep him waiting too long! ”

"Yes!" Eugène. Rue replied and turned away from Jérôme. Bonaparte's study.

In order to cope with the arrival of Kafenjac, Jérôme. Bonaparte had to summon Fleury to his side and tell him to make a good pot of tea for the Kafenjac.

As soon as Fleury took the order, he ran into Eugène. Ruby introduces Kafenjak on the second floor.

Kafenyak, who had a black corset military uniform on his upper body, red corset trousers on his lower body, and a yellow ribbon around his waist, looked at Fleury in surprise and said, "Fleury, I didn't expect you to come here?" ”

"You know?" Jérôme. Bonaparte focused his gaze on Fleury's back one second, and at Kafenjac the next.

"Hmm!" Kafenjak nodded, and replied in a serious and nonchalant manner, "I fought with Major Fleury in Algiers!" ”

Major? Sure enough, my cousin casually added official positions to his cronies.

Jérôme. Bonaparte complained silently in his heart.

Although he said that he understood his dead cousin's random behavior of writing blank checks, he was unhappy that he had to cash some of his cousin's blank checks.

Even he didn't know how many bad checks his cousin had sent.

"Your Highness, I ......" Fleury wanted to explain something, Jérôme. Bonaparte waved his hand and said, "Go and get down to business!" ”

Fleury went to prepare the tea, Eugène. Ruai brought Kafenjak to Jérôme. Bonaparte's face.

Jérôme. Bonaparte and Kafenjac sat face to face on the sofa without saying a word, and after looking at each other for a long time, Jérôme could not help but say: "Mr. Consul, I don't know what you have to say when you come to the Humble House!" ”

"Honestly Jérôme. Prince Bonaparte, I don't like you very much! I should have thrown you in jail in the first place! Kafenjak said with a hint of hostility in his cold tone.

The naked hostility of Kafenjak did not usher in Jérôme. Bonaparte's-for-tat, with a smile on his face, said: "As a politician in the power of the Kafenac, we cannot put our own dislikes and likes above the republic!" Whether you like me or not, as long as I don't violate the Constitution of the Republic, you can't arrest me! ”

"Humph!" Kafenjak snorted coldly, he was clearly not satisfied with Jerome. Bonaparte's rigid almost official response.

Jérôme. Seeing this, Bonaparte put away his smile, and his expression also became extremely indifferent, and he said with a look of rejection from thousands of miles away: "Mr. Archon, if you have only come here to vent your dissatisfaction, I think you can do it secretly at home by yourself!" Curse or pray to God! It's all your right! ”

Jérôme. Bonaparte's yin and yang aura made Kafenjac very uncomfortable in his heart, but he still adjusted his mood and said: "I hope you can join my cabinet, the Republic needs people like you!" ”

Jérôme. Bonaparte had a look of astonishment, he had never imagined that Kafenjac, who was incompatible with him, would one day invite him to join.

This is a treatment that his cousin did not receive in his "previous life".

"It depends on what position Kafenyak's administration can offer me!" Jérôme. Bonaparte replied in a flirtatious tone.

Kafenjak thought for a moment and responded, "What about the Minister of Public Works?" I think the location suits you perfectly! ”

Holding the power to spend on state works means owning the keys to a national oil depot, and the cost of Kafenyak is not insignificant.

"What do you need me to do?"