Chapter 92： Old Jérôme asks for guilt

Just as the number of votes of Jerome Bonaparte's candidates was being circulated throughout the political circles of Paris through the National Assembly, the Paris Police Department also welcomed an "uninvited guest".

Wearing a black coat, a top hat and a gold necklace with three medals on the gold necklace, the 60-year-old man walked slowly to the door of the Paris Police Department under the Ministry of Internal Affairs with the help of his attendants. Steps into this small building with only 4 floors.

The two railway commissioners who were in charge of guarding the entrance of the police department did not dare to stop after carefully observing the old man's dress. If they dare to stop the nobles, they will be very guilty.

The old man who entered the hall of the police department did not stop too much in the hall on the first floor, but went straight to a room on the corner of the third floor.

On the wall to the left of the door was an iron door number, with the words "Police Chief" clearly engraved on the number plate. (The police chief has only three words in French)

The old man standing in front of the director's office knocked on the door unhurriedly.

"Who is it! I didn't say, don't disturb me during this time?" There was a roar from the room, and the police chief was obviously very annoyed at the people who disturbed him during this time.

"Jérôme Napoleon, I'm here to visit Director Maxime Dekang today!" The old man... No, it should be the old Prince Jerome who spoke slowly, with the arrogance typical of aristocrats.

Not long after, a woman's scream and the sound of a chair dragging came from the room.

Immediately afterwards, the police chief responded in a panic: "Your Excellency, please wait, I'll open the door for you right away!"

The movement in the room caused a smile on the corner of the old Prince Jerome's mouth. He was quite understanding and humorously responded, "Mr. Director, as a gentleman, you can't give up halfway!"

After a while, the door of the police chief's office slowly opened, and a woman with grayish blonde hair wearing a red robe and a gold braided serpentine neck slightly covered her face with a lace-trimmed ivory bone-carved folding fan. Walked out of the director's office.

When she met the old Prince Jerome at the door of the room, she did not forget to pull down the fan and throw a wink at the old Jerome to leave.

Looking at the charming woman's back, the old Prince Jerome unconsciously burst into flames in his lower abdomen. If he hadn't had other things to do now, he would definitely catch up with the woman and explore "geographical knowledge" with her. .

The most important thing right now is that.

Thinking of this, the old Prince Jerome pushed open the door of the police chief's office and entered the office.

The old Prince Jerome, who entered the office, glanced at the extremely luxurious office in front of him, and then glanced at the director Maxime Dekang who got up and trotted to him.

"Your Excellency, I don't know what you are doing here with me!" Director Maxime Dekang lowered his posture and asked the old Prince Jerome cautiously, for fear that his words would anger the old prince in front of him. .

As the most well-informed group of people in Paris, Maxime de Can already knew in the early morning of December 10 that the boss of his future boss was Prince Jerome Bonaparte. In order not to lose his job, Mark Sim Dekang must please the father of the prince in front of him.

Only in this way can I wash away the mark of Cavaignac left on my body.

Thinking of this, Maxime de Can couldn't help but regret his reckless behavior in the French election. He voted for Cavaignac at the beginning, and at the same time cooperated with his boss to deal with the newspaper where Jérôme Bonaparte worked. shot.

Right now, political speculation has failed, and his job is in jeopardy.

Looking at Director Maxime Dekang with a terrified expression in front of him, old Jerome couldn't help but feel a little complacent.

In addition to being complacent, the old Prince Jerome still did not forget the business, and in the terrified expression of Maxime de Can, the old Prince Jerome said: "Mr. Director, your subordinates have torn up the advertisements we posted again. , and also imprison our people! I know your rules, but I can't just hit my son alone!"

Damn it! I forgot!

Maxime Dekang suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to explain the situation to the group of scumbags under him. Those who eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, they only want to make money, and they don't think about politics at all.

"This...this..." Maxime Dekang showed a pleasing expression, and sweat dripped from his forehead because of nervousness: "This...I'm afraid it's a misunderstanding! It must be some police officer below. !"

"It turned out to be a misunderstanding!" The old Prince Jerome "suddenly realized", and then responded with a sneer: "My son's attitude towards this matter is also very angry!"

"This...this..." Maxime Dekan hesitated to compliment: "Actually...In fact, His Royal Highness (Jérôme Bonaparte) has already won enough votes, so there is no need for any more publicity. !"

"That's why you asked people to tear up our advertisements and imprison our members!" The old Prince Jerome deliberately raised his voice so that his voice could reach the outside world.

"No... it's not!" Maxime Dekang, who wanted to cry without tears, didn't know how to explain it to the old Prince Jerome, and he couldn't tell the old Prince Jerome that he was obsessed with charging for Cavaignac.

"Now... Immediately... Immediately, release the person you arrested!" The old Prince Jerome emphasized to Maxime Dekang Yes... Yes! I will do it! "Maxim Dekang's submissive response, he knows that he has no bargaining capital at all, and the bitter fruit of the failure of political speculation can only be tasted by himself.

"At the same time, I ask you to severely punish those police officers who took action against our Bonaparte members!" The old Prince Jerome put forward the second condition.

"Yes!" Maxime Dekan agreed to the old Prince Jerome's condition again.

Although doing so may dampen his prestige in the hearts of police officers, Maxim Dekang cares more about his future boss's boss than to please his subordinates.

"The third one!" The old Prince Jerome's expression was no longer cold. He glanced at the open room and said in a low voice, "Well... this is my little suggestion to the police department!"

"You said it!" Maxime de Conlu listened intently, of course he knew the meaning behind this so-called suggestion.

"I think the police department should set up an investigation department, which is specially responsible for investigating some guys who are destroying the peace of the republic!" The old Prince Jerome said euphemistically.

Maxime Dekang immediately showed an expression of righteous indignation and said, "I think your suggestion, Prince, is very necessary. Right now is the French election. Many people in Paris are trying to sabotage the election. I think it is necessary to set up this department! "

Afterwards, Maxime Dekang showed an embarrassed expression. He spread his hands and said, "But I don't have such talents in my hands. I don't know if the prince has anyone who can be recommended!"

"Of course, I think Marcel Yaluger from your department is a suitable person! He used to be a railway commissioner and is familiar with this area of ​​business!"