"Your Excellency the Governor, why don't you forget it!"

Rastigne carefully persuaded Jérôme. Patterson gave up reporting to the Emperor the arrogant and domineering behavior of the Paris North Industries Group, "But all the companies with some forces behind them are not much different from the Paris North Industries Group Companies."

There are even some companies that have a worse attitude than NORINCO Paris!

Your Majesty has every opportunity, why should we report such a trivial matter to Your Majesty! ”

"Rastigne!" Jérôme. Patterson glanced at Rastigne and said in an indifferent tone: "Are you afraid of the Paris North Industries Group, that's why you persuaded me to leave them alone." ”

"Not really!" Rastigne shook his head at Jérôme. Patterson said frankly, "I just don't think you need to offend them, there are a lot of companies that are worse than them." ”

"What about other companies, I can leave it alone!" Jérôme. Patterson first suppressed and then raised, and he said categorically: "But Nordindustrialization Paris is different! He is a group established by His Majesty the Emperor himself, so his every move represents the will of His Majesty the Emperor!

I will never allow anyone to discredit His Majesty in the name of the Emperor! ”

Jérôme. Patterson's speech left Rastigne speechless.

After half a ring, Rastigne smiled bitterly at Jérôme. Patterson said, "Your Excellency, since you have decided to do this, then I, as your subordinate, have no choice but to support your decision!" ”

"Thank you for your support! Rastigne! "Jérôme. Patterson smiled and held out his hand to Rastigne, his hands clasped tightly together.

Early the next morning in Jérôme. Patterson and Rastigne were personally accompanied, and Eugène was represented by the North Industries Group in Paris. Garilin visited the mine by boat.

Looking at the huge mine in front of him, Eugène. Garilin smiled with satisfaction.

On the way back, they met the old chief of the Ntuya tribe again. _o_m

The Old Chief with Bongo. Ntua and his tribesmen stopped Jérôme. Patterson's way to the point scared Eugène. Garilin almost thought that the "chimpanzees" were ready to kill them all.

So, Eugène. Garion preemptively took out his Ye 0 revolver and aimed it at the old chief and the others.

Jérôme standing aside. Patterson held Eugène down. Galio's revolver, shook his head.

And then Jérôme. Patterson turned to the old chief and asked, "Mr. Chief, what are you doing here!" ”

"Your Excellency the Governor, we have no ill will!" The old chief raised his hands and hurried to Jérôme. "I just wanted to invite you to the Ntua tribe for a seat!" ”

"Just sit down?" Jérôme. Patterson asked rhetorically.

"Actually, I have a little thing I want to trouble you! Hope you shine! The old chief gestured with his hand.

Jérôme. Patterson glanced at Rastigne beside him, and he was asking Rastigne's opinion with his eyes.

After all, it was the first time he had met the old chief of the Ntuya tribe, and he didn't know much about him

Rastigne nodded slightly, Jérôme. Patterson replied to Rastigne, "Good! I'll go with you!! ”

Under the leadership of the old chieftain Jérôme. Patterson and the others arrived at the tribe, and the old chief ordered his men to ring the horn of the attack, gathering a large number of tribesmen and slaves.

After a while, all the young men of the tribe came to Jérôme. Patterson's face.

"What are you doing here?" Despite the fact that Jérôme. Patterson had a gun in his hand, but he didn't dare to shoot at will in such an environment.

Then the old chief told Jérôme with a handful of snot and tears. Bonaparte, the reason why he called all the young men of the tribe was that he wanted His Excellency the Doge to introduce them to a job.

"What are you here for?" Jérôme. Patterson turned to the old chief and said, "Are we here to help the poor?" ”

"Your Excellency the Governor, we really just want a job!" The old chieftain continued against Jérôme. Patterson pleaded.

Jérôme. Patterson turned his gaze to Eugène. Garilin, and then. (This chapter is not finished!) )

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To Eugène. Garilin said, "Mr. Garilin, you can tell them!" ”

Eugène. Garilin stepped forward and said, "I'm sorry, but we at NORINCO do not sign agreements with a single individual, we only sign agreements with companies!" ”

"Company! We can build it! "The old chief couldn't wait to say to Eugène. Garry Lynn Road.

"Mr. Chief, do you know how to register and set up a company?" Eugène. Garilin asked the old chief.

"No...... I do not know! The old chief shook his head at Eugène. Garillin responded.

"It's actually very simple, you just need to ......" Eugène. Garilin told the old chief the easiest way.

After hearing this, the old chief nodded again and again and said, "Okay!" I know! I'll be going to Libreville to register in a while! ”

"That's right! Also, our company does not recruit slaves! "Eugène. Garillin reminded again.

"Ahh The old chief was stunned for a few seconds, then shouted.

"We don't have slaves in our contracts! As for what you do, we don't care! "Eugène. Garilin spread his hands and said to the old chief.

"I see!" Where did the shrewd old chiefs not understand what they meant, they just had to leave the slaves on the so-called contracts.

Anyway, whether they are slaves or not is not up to the Ntua tribe.

"That's it! This problem has been solved! "Jérôme. Patterson clapped his hands with a smile and said, "We applaud the upcoming cooperation between the Ntua tribe and NORINCO Group!" ”

Immediately afterwards, Eugène. Garilin also announced in public that NORINCO Paris would fund the construction of a church for the Ntua tribe, in recognition of the piety of the Ntua tribe.

The old chief listened, and once again said to Eugène. Garilin expressed his gratitude.

That evening, a grand bonfire was held in the Ntua tribe and did not end until about 10 p.m.

At noon on the third day, Jérôme. Patterson and the others woke up from their sleep, and after eating a lunch, they said goodbye to the old chief and the others.

"Your Excellency the Governor, can you promise me one more thing!" The old chieftain again to Jérôme. Patterson pleaded.

"What's the matter?" Jérôme. Patterson's brow furrowed slightly and asked the old chief.

The old chieftain will be Bongo. Ntua called out to him, "This is my grandson Bongo. Entua, I hope he will be able to follow you to Libreville! ”

"Yes!" Jérôme. Patterson decisively agreed to the old chief's terms, "I will arrange a good errand for him at the Governor's Palace!" ”

"The Doge's Palace? No, no, no! The old chief shook his head at Jérôme. Patterson replied, "I wish he could study in Libreville and broaden his horizons!"

Don't be like me, just wandering around this land all your life. ”

"Yes!" Jérôme. Patterson nodded and said to the old chief.

It just so happens that he can take advantage of this opportunity to give Bongo. Ntua instilled some ideas that made him feel more comfortable serving as a puppet under French rule.

That's it, Jérôme. Patterson and his party set off for Libreville.

Over the next few days, Jérôme... In addition to opening the door for the Paris North Industries Group to open a factory in Gabon, Paterson sent Bongo. In addition to Entua's entry into Libreville's only school, there was also a visit to Jérôme. Bonaparte wrote.

When Jérôme. By the time Patterson had written the letter, it was the end of November. Once again, Patterson gave the letter to the previous courier, and this time he instructed the messenger to deliver the letter to the Tuileries Palace himself, and not to use the telegraph.

"I see! Please rest assured! "Immediately upon receipt of the letter, the messenger sent a message to Jérôme. Patterson assured.

"Then I'll leave it to you!" Jérôme. Patterson shook hands with the messenger.

That evening, the messenger returned to Marseille by boat, and the ship returned to Marseille after a week's time.

When the messenger disembarked from Marseille, he immediately felt a chill that he had not felt in a long time.

Even in Marseille, deep in the Mediterranean, the temperature in December is still cooler than in Gabon.

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Serve it! The trembling messenger muttered a whisper, and then used the money in his hand to buy a fleece outfit. Initial Update@

The messenger who put his clothes on his body suddenly felt a burst of warmth, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

Subsequently, the courier bought a train ticket from Marseille to Paris.

The train departed at 8 a.m. the next morning, and the messenger went to a hotel next to the train station and went to sleep.

At 6:30 a.m. the next morning, the messenger got out of bed, packed up quickly, and left the hotel with his bag full of food.

By the time the messenger arrived at the hotel, it was 7:45 a.m.

Standing on the crowded platform, he waited quietly for 10 minutes before the train arrived.

The messenger was pushed into the carriage by the crowd, where he spent the next ten hours or so.

At 8 a.m., the train started on time.

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After a journey of more than ten hours, the train finally arrived at the Paris railway station in the evening.

The messenger who came down from the train station felt a chill again, Paris was even colder in December than Marseille, there was not a single dark cloud in the evening sky, and under the stars, the cold wind blew mercilessly on everyone's cheeks, making people unconsciously quicken their faces.

The messenger, who walked out of the train station, did not rush to the Tuileries Palace, but looked for a hotel to rest.

After a day on the train, he was already physically and mentally exhausted, so much so that he fell asleep in less than 10 minutes on the hotel bed.

On the other hand, in the heart of Paris, at the westernmost end of the Champs-Élysées, the Tuileries Palace, the Emperor Jérôme. Bonaparte's study was still brightly lit.

The room of Emperor Jérôme. Patterson with Imperial Foreign Secretary de Patterson. Ruiz is sitting on a couch by the burning fireplace, ready to discuss a sudden diplomatic incident.

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