"Mr. Paterson, thank you very much for being with me on my twentieth birthday!"
After lunch, Marigot respectfully bowed to Jerome Bonaparte and thanked her.
"Miss Marigot, I should thank you! You solved a difficult problem for me!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled and nodded in response to Marigot.
"Then... Mr. Patterson," Marigot blushed and seemed to summon up the courage to reply to Jerome Bonaparte, "Can you give me a hug when we parted!"
Jerome Bonaparte was stunned for a few seconds, then opened his arms and gently hugged Marigot, "Miss Marigot, that's fine!"
"Thank you!" Marigot whispered to Jerome Bonaparte.
The two embraced for about half a minute before Jerome Bonaparte let go of Marigot. He took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time, and responded to Marigot, "I should go! Miss Marigot. !"
"Thank you very much, sir!" Marigot once again thanked Jerome Bonaparte.
Under the watch of Marigot, Jerome Bonaparte left the room and closed the door for her kindly.
The old woman, who had not spoken since lunch, suddenly asked, "Marygot, my dear boy! Tell me, who is he?"
"Just an ordinary friend!" Marigot tried to perfunctory the old woman.
"Really?" The old woman looked at Marigot suspiciously. She had already developed a pair of vicious eyes after living in Paris for decades. She didn't believe that the gentleman just now was an ordinary person.
What's more, the gentleman gave her a very familiar feeling, and she always felt as if she had seen this gentleman somewhere.
"Don't worry about it!" Marigot responded to the old woman with a hint of anger.
"Okay! I don't care, I don't care!" The old woman sighed to herself: "Anyway, I'm old and I won't be able to live for long! Miss, do whatever you want!"
"How can you say that!" Seeing this, Marigot hurriedly reassured the old woman: "Aunt Mary's affectionate address to servants, it's really not that I don't want to tell you? It's that Mr. Paterson's identity is too special!"
"Special!" The old woman immediately thought of the name "Jérôme Patterson", and she hurriedly asked, "Could it be that there is a big man in the Bonaparte family!"
If I did not admit that His Majesty was of the Bonaparte family, Aunt Mary would have been inquiring! Marigot thought to herself.
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded to the old woman and replied, "That's right! He's from the Bonaparte family! But he's not a prince!"
"That's right!" The old woman whispered.
"What's wrong?" Marigot asked the old woman curiously.
The old woman told Marigot that Jerome Bonaparte had asked her some questions before she came back.
Marigot hurriedly asked what question Jerome Bonaparte had asked her.
The old woman told Marigot the questions asked by Jerome Bonaparte one by one.
"Ah!" Marigot looked at the old woman in surprise. "Aunt Mary, thank you for not saying anything wrong! Otherwise, I really don't know what to do!"
The old woman also touched her chest and was secretly glad that she didn't say something bad in front of the Bonaparte family.
"Miss, when you invite friends over in the future! Can you tell me their identities in advance! I'll be prepared!" The old woman complained to Marigot.
"Aunt Mary, I will definitely tell you in advance next time!" Marigot hurriedly assured the old woman.
After a while, the door of the room knocked again.
Marigot and the old woman were stunned at the same time, and then the old woman looked at Marigot with her eyes, as if she was asking Marigot, who is the guest outside the door!
Marigot shook her head blankly. Today, she has never invited anyone other than the emperor!
"Who is it!" The old woman had no choice but to respond to the door.
"I'm Leopold, Miss Marigot's friend!" The voice of Crown Prince Leopold reached the door.
Marigot's heart was lifted into her throat at once. If His Majesty the Emperor hadn't left just now, I'm afraid it wouldn't end well now.
"His Royal Highness, why are you here!" Marigot hurriedly asked the crown prince.
"I heard from others that today is your birthday!" Crown Prince Leopold politely responded to Marigot.
"That's right!" Marigot gave the old woman a wink and told her to clean up the previous traces as soon as possible, and said to Crown Prince Leopold outside the door in a surprised tone: "I didn't expect that, Your Highness, you actually knew about me. Birthday!"
"Of course!" Leopold, who was standing at the door, didn't know that Marigot was intentionally procrastinating, and he became complacent in his heart. He believed that Marigot would definitely be moved by his behavior.
"Please wait a moment!" Marigot responded to Leopold, "I just got up and need to put on makeup!"
"Okay!" Leopold stood at the door quietly waiting for Marigot to open the door.
After about 15 minutes, Marigot opened the door, "I've kept you waiting!"
Looking at the slightly charming Marigot in front of him, Leopold swallowed subconsciously.
"Come in!" Marigot invited Leopold to enter.
After Leopold sat down, Marigot responded to Leopold with an annoyed expression: "I didn't know His Highness was coming today, so I didn't prepare in advance!"
"No need to prepare! Let's go out to eat!" Leopold hurriedly replied to Marigot, and then gave Marigot the flowers in his hand.
"Okay then!" Marigot nodded and agreed to go out to dinner with Leopold.
However, she didn't know if she could still eat.
After all, I ate a lot before.
…
On the other hand, Jerome Bonaparte, who was walking back to the Tuinlely Palace from Marigot's house, kept thinking about the old woman's previous words in his mind.
The status quo of the empire is the same as the structure of the department store, but this structure is an inverted department store.
At the top of the pyramid, the guests of the first and second floors of the People's Department Store are the three pillars of the army headed by Bonaparte, the bankers, and the imperial literati.
The next layer of the pyramid is a little famous person like Marigot. Of course, it is not just Marigot, some famous lawyers and journalists are also among them. They are theoretically closest to the upper class. However, only a few of these people can really step into the upper class, and the vast majority of them can only see the scenery of the upper class in their lives.
In the lower tier of the Marigot class are those provincial college students and accountants who arrived in Paris with dreams. Compared with those of the upper class in appearance, they are more numerous, but there are few of them. Can really step into the upper floors.
Only turmoil can enable them to complete their class transition. Some of the upstarts of the July Dynasty rely on turmoil to get up. Therefore, some of these people yearn for turmoil, and some are most afraid of turmoil.
The bottom layer, and the foundation of the entire pyramid, is the textile and construction workers on the fifth and sixth floors. Their number is the largest in Paris, and they are also the most turbulent.
The entire pyramid is interlocked, and any link being evacuated will affect the dominance of Jerome Bonaparte's upper echelons.
So Jérôme Bonaparte found himself obliged to conduct a census to take a look at the conditions of the underclassmen in Paris.
So, after returning to the Tuinlery Palace, Jerome Bonaparte called Basilio over.
"Your Majesty!" Basilio replied respectfully to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Basilio, are you interested in serving as the head of the Tuinleli Palace!" Jerome Bonaparte asked Basilio.
There was a flash of excitement on Basilio's face, the identity of the royal family director was many times higher than that of the general manager of the North Industries Group.
However, Basilio was a little worried about the director Mokar, and he said politely: "Your Majesty, you already have a director Mokar, you don't need to appoint another director!"
"I'm going to let Mocart go to exercise for a while!" Jerome Bonaparte replied to Basilio sullenly.
Basilio immediately understood Jerome Bonaparte's subtext.
Where does His Majesty the Emperor want to train the Chief Mokar, and he clearly wants to send Mokar away. I really don’t know where this guy Mokar has angered His Majesty!
Basilio couldn't help but gloat over his misfortune.
Seeing that Mokar was destined to be unable to turn over, Basilio certainly didn't mind replacing him.
"Your Majesty, if I take over the position of Director General of Morcar, what will happen to North Industries Group?" Basilio asked Jerome Bonaparte, pretending to not forget his work.
"North Industries Group!" Jerome Bonaparte thought for a moment, then responded, "When the time comes, I will find someone to take your place!"
"Yes!" Basilio replied respectfully to Jerome Bonaparte.
"However, before you take over from Mocar! I need you to do something for me!" Jerome Bonaparte replied to Basilio again.
"Your Majesty, say it!" Basilio hurriedly asked Jerome Bonaparte.
"Go and help me carry out a comprehensive census and count the wages of workers in Paris, Lyon, Strasbourg, Normandy, Marseille, and Nancy!" Jerome Bonaparte whispered to Basilio He ordered, "This matter must be kept secret, so that the local mayor cannot find out! Listen clearly!"
Jérôme Bonaparte feared that after his actions were discovered, the locality would hand him a flood of data on wages.
After all, water injection data is characteristic of each country.