Make France Great Again-Chapter 933 - 924: Chasepo Machine Gun Deployment and Preparations Before the Meeting

Chapter 933: Chapter 924: Chasepo Machine Gun Deployment and Preparations Before the Meeting

With the arrival of summer, the weather in Paris gradually began to change unpredictably. Just an hour ago, it was still sunny, and an hour later, the sky turned overcast and it started to rain.

The patter of the rain drove away the stifling heat that had lingered over Paris for half the day, bringing a refreshing coolness. Under the continuous wash of the rain, the concrete roads of Paris, which had accumulated dust for a long time, instantly looked renewed.

At this moment, Jerome Bonaparte, who was focused on his office work in the study, also heard the ticking sound coming from the window. He put down his pen, raised his head to look at the window, then went straight to it, opened the tightly closed window, and reached out to feel the raindrops outside.

Before long, the rain had wetted Jerome Bonaparte’s palm, and a small pool of rainwater had accumulated in his hand.

"The rain’s not bad!" Jerome Bonaparte mumbled quietly and then opened his hand, giving a gentle flick, sending the water droplets flying downwards to the ground.

Jerome Bonaparte retracted his hand, closed the window tightly, and turned back to his desk to continue working.

A while later, Bashirio appeared in Jerome Bonaparte’s study to report the results of the fourth test of the Chasepo Machine Gun.

After glancing at the results of the fourth test, Jerome Bonaparte nodded with satisfaction and said to Bashirio, "Not bad! Send someone to the Northern Industrial Group, tell them the machine gun can open a production line for mass production!"

"Yes!" Bashirio responded.

"Oh, and also! In a while, send a carriage to the Rothschild Mansion and invite Alphonse Rothschild over!" Jerome Bonaparte continued to instruct Bashirio.

Bashirio also nodded, indicating his understanding.

Subsequently, Bashirio left the study, and Jerome Bonaparte continued working within it.

Two more hours passed, and the rain outside gradually began to diminish.

The sky over Paris also started to become brighter than before.

Noticing the change in light within the room, Jerome Bonaparte raised his head again, glanced at the grandfather clock situated in the corner, and saw that it was already five-twenty in the afternoon.

There was still an hour and forty minutes until dinner.

Next, Jerome Bonaparte looked at the few remaining documents on his desk needing review and revision, then put down his pen and stood up saying to himself, "That’s enough for now."

Leaving his chair, Jerome Bonaparte opened the door and entered the corridor of the Tuileries Palace.

A servant happened to pass by and, upon seeing Jerome Bonaparte, hastily quickened his pace to ask, "Your Majesty, do you have any orders?"

"No orders at the moment!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head, but in the next second, after a sidelong glance around, he instructed the servant, "It’s getting late, light all the candles in the corridors and halls along the way!

There will be an important guest coming later!"

"Yes!" The servant responded to Jerome Bonaparte and then turned to carry out his instructions.

As Jerome Bonaparte walked alone down the corridor of the Tuileries Palace, he quickly arrived at the room where Friedrich was located.

Upon entering the room, he found Empress Augusta holding Friedrich on the sofa, surrounded by a group of maids in brown-yellow uniforms.

The maids standing by the sofa, waiting for instructions, quickly paid their respects to Jerome Bonaparte upon his arrival.

"You may leave now!" Jerome Bonaparte waved them away gently.

The maids left the room one by one, and Jerome Bonaparte sat down near Empress Augusta, stretching out his hand to gently tease Friedrich Bonaparte.

Friedrich Bonaparte smiled happily, his chubby little hands trying to grab Jerome Bonaparte’s hand, his mouth constantly calling, "Papa!"

Seeing Friedrich Bonaparte, Jerome Bonaparte’s slightly weary heart was instantly healed.

What was all his hard work for? Wasn’t it to keep the House of Bonaparte on the emperor’s throne, to ensure that Friedrich Bonaparte’s life wouldn’t be as taxing as his own?

Sitting next to Jerome Bonaparte, Augusta handed Friedrich Bonaparte directly into Jerome Bonaparte’s arms, then inquired why he had finished work so early.

"I’m making more time to spend with you and Friedrich!" Jerome Bonaparte lied without hesitation.

"Oh, stop it!" Empress Augusta gave Jerome Bonaparte a knowing look, but her mouth still curved into a sweet smile.

Although Augusta was well aware that Jerome Bonaparte had finished work early to meet with Alphonse Rothschild, it was enough that he said so!

"Really!" Jerome Bonaparte replied with a very convincing expression.

Empress Augusta’s smile grew wider, and then she asked Jerome Bonaparte if he needed her to attend the dinner tonight.

"That depends on Alphonse Rothschild! If he brings his wife to the event, then I’m afraid you’ll need to escort his wife to another dining room," Jerome Bonaparte responded to Empress Augusta.

"Very well!" Empress Augusta nodded to Jerome Bonaparte and then glanced at her attire, asking Jerome Bonaparte, "Should I change into a different outfit?"

"Empress, no matter what you wear, you always exude a graceful and noble aura!" Jerome Bonaparte lavishly praised Augusta again.

Empress Augusta smiled, "You’re saying that, so I won’t change!"

"Oh, please!" Jerome Bonaparte hurriedly replied to Empress Augusta, then he shifted the conversation, saying, "I think if you change into another outfit, it would better highlight your dignified and elegant aura as the Empress of the Empire!"

"Your Majesty, I gladly accept your criticism!" Empress Augusta also responded to Jerome Bonaparte in a teasing tone.

Then, Jerome Bonaparte handed Friedrich Bonaparte over to the maid in charge of clothing him, preparing to go to another room with Augusta to change attire.

Watching Jerome Bonaparte and Augusta gradually walking away, Friedrich Bonaparte couldn’t help but start crying.

"I..." Hearing Friedrich’s crying, Empress Augusta couldn’t help but want to return to the room.

Jerome Bonaparte gently held Augusta’s hand, shaking his head to dissuade her.

Augusta had no choice but to harden her heart and leave Friedrich’s room, heading to the room where the gowns were.

Upon entering the dressing room, Jerome Bonaparte and Augusta were immediately surrounded by maids, who inquired about the clothes Jerome Bonaparte wished to change into.

"A military uniform will do for me! As for Augusta..." Jerome Bonaparte looked at Empress Augusta, indicating that she could make her own choice.

Empress Augusta informed the maids that she required a classic and elegant long gown.

"Your Majesty, Empress, kindly follow us!"

Under the maids’ guidance, Jerome Bonaparte and Augusta entered their respective dressing rooms.

After about half an hour of changing and grooming, Jerome Bonaparte, wearing a sky-blue buttoned military uniform, stepped out of the dressing room.

Standing by the dressing room door and waiting quietly for a long time, Empress Augusta, now adorned in a pure white gown, also emerged.

"How beautiful!" Jerome Bonaparte couldn’t help but compliment Empress Augusta.

Empress Augusta smiled slightly and extended her hand.

Jerome Bonaparte gently held Augusta’s hand and kissed it lightly at his lips.

The two, hand in hand, reached a parlor on the first floor, where they were to await Alphonse Rothschild’s arrival.

The time quickly approached 6:40, and Bashirio also brought the latest update on Alphonse Rothschild to Jerome Bonaparte.

Alphonse Rothschild and his wife had already boarded the carriage heading to Tuileries Palace. Jerome Bonaparte glanced at Empress Augusta, saying, "Empress, it’s time for you to make your entrance!"

"Rest assured!" Empress Augusta responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

At 6:50, Alphonse Rothschild and his wife entered the Tuileries Palace hall hand in hand.

Bashirio, who had been waiting here for a long time, quickly approached Alphonse Rothschild, saying, "Mr. Alphonse, His Majesty has ordered your wife to dine in another room!"

Alphonse Rothschild released his wife’s hand and followed Bashirio to the dining room where Jerome Bonaparte was.

When Alphonse Rothschild entered the dining room, he saw Jerome Bonaparte seated at the main position.

"Have a seat! Mr. Alphonse!" Jerome Bonaparte gestured for Alphonse Rothschild to sit down.

Alphonse Rothschild bowed to Jerome Bonaparte and then took a seat in Jerome Bonaparte’s room.

Soon, the attendants serving Jerome Bonaparte and Alphonse Rothschild poured wine for the two of them.

Jerome Bonaparte raised his glass to Alphonse Rothschild, saying, "This toast is for France!"

Alphonse Rothschild had no choice but to raise his glass and drink it all.

After finishing his drink, Jerome Bonaparte began speaking to Alphonse Rothschild, "Mr. Alphonse, you are a wise man!

I won’t beat around the bush; the reason I’ve summoned you is to hope that you can raise the Rothschild banner again at the Bank of France!"