Make France Great Again-Chapter 208 Paramilitary Alliance Wurttemberg

"Your Highness, I wish that you can find your place in this country full of danger and opportunity! When you reach that position, please do not forget that you still carry the half-blood of the Württemberg Dynasty!"

The Wurttemberg Envoy implicitly expressed his support for Jerome Bonaparte’s desire to ascend the throne and restore the dynasty, while also hoping that under Jerome Bonaparte’s leadership, France could support the Württemberg Kingdom.

To the request of the Wurttemberg Envoy, Jerome Bonaparte, of course, agreed without hesitation: "Mr. Envoy, I was born into the Bonaparte Clan, and the Bonaparte Clan bloodline compels me to strive to elevate the Bonaparte Clan to its rightful position, but I have never forgotten my upbringing in the Württemberg Kingdom, where I have my most unforgettable memories!"

At this point, an indescribable heartache burst from the depths of Jerome Bonaparte’s soul, and memories of those rituals flooded into his mind—those were the joyful times he spent with his mother during his days in Württemberg. Tears uncontrollably flowed from Jerome Bonaparte’s eyes, and he said with a choked voice, "I will never forget that time!"

"I’m sorry, Your Highness!" The Wurttemberg Envoy understood what time Jerome Bonaparte was referring to, and he handed him a handkerchief.

Jerome Bonaparte took the handkerchief to wipe his tears, revealing an apologetic expression: "I made a fool of myself!"

"It’s nothing!" The Wurttemberg Envoy replied to Jerome Bonaparte.

"By the way, I hope on the day of my success to relocate my mother’s grave back here!" Jerome Bonaparte wished for his "mother" still resting quietly in the royal tomb of Württemberg.

"Certainly! I believe His Majesty the King will agree!" The Wurttemberg Envoy said immediately.

"That would be wonderful!"

After discussing the relocation of the grave, Jerome Bonaparte and the Wurttemberg Envoy delved into some in-depth discussions about the German issue.

Jerome Bonaparte personally escorted the Wurttemberg Envoy out of the castle gates.

...

After sending off all the foreign diplomats and mid-level to senior military officers one by one, only Jerome Bonaparte’s confidants remained in the castle.

Jerome Bonaparte glanced at the core members of the Bonaparte Faction present, gently clapped his hands, and two servants brought from the Elysee Palace appeared with aluminum trays holding uncorked brandy wine and several glass cups.

The brandy wine and glass cups were placed on the table, and Minister Renio and General Saint Arno wanted to pour the wine for Jerome Bonaparte, but Jerome Bonaparte stopped them.

"Today, I should pour the wine for you meritorious officials!" Jerome Bonaparte picked up the brandy wine and poured it into the glass cups.

After a bottle of brandy was emptied, all the glass cups were filled with wine.

Everyone present picked up their glasses filled with wine, waiting for Jerome Bonaparte to speak.

Jerome Bonaparte went to the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Mr. Luyis, raised his glass, and praised him: "Mr. Luyis, well done!"

"Hmm?" Mr. Luyis showed a stunned expression, and then he realized what Jerome Bonaparte meant. He cautiously asked, "Mr. President, shouldn’t you be blaming me?"

Jerome Bonaparte looked at Mr. Luyis in amazement, glanced around, and then looked at Mr. Luyis with a light tone: "Why should I blame you! You have protected the glory of France! Although from a diplomatic perspective, you may have been a bit impulsive, but who cares about that?"

Subsequently, Jerome Bonaparte shrugged with a nonchalant tone: "Would Tsar Nicholas actually declare war on us because his envoy was treated unfairly in France?"

"Your Majesty! If they dared, I guarantee our boots would kick the Slavs’ behinds hard!"

"That’s right! Nicholas I is nothing but a coward!"

...

The generals echoed Jerome Bonaparte, believing that the Russian Empire was not much of a threat.

If it weren’t for the winter when the French Army was advancing on the Russian Empire initially, they would have already sent Tsar Nicholas I’s brother, Holy King Alexander I, to join the Tatars in the East.

"Rest assured! Minister, Tsar Nicholas would not dare to rashly declare war on us, and they are not ready to fight us either!" Jerome Bonaparte said with a smile to Mr. Luyis: "Tomorrow, you’ll be the hero of the entire nation!"

Then, Jerome Bonaparte turned his gaze to Percy: "Percy!"

"Yes!" Percy hurriedly stood up and responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Tomorrow, I want to see news of our minister rebuking the Russian Empire envoy!" Jerome Bonaparte ordered Percy.

"Yes!" Percy immediately responded.

"Mr. President, you don’t have to go to such great lengths..." Mr. Luyis tried to dissuade and convince Jerome Bonaparte to abandon the idea of propaganda.

"Mr. Minister, we must establish an image of a strong government in the hearts of the French people! Only then can we reassure the Parisians!" Jerome Bonaparte explained to Mr. Luyis.

Paris and the innate contradictions of the Parisians make it the most peculiar entity in all of France.

When you try to constrain them with rules, they will denounce you as a tyrant and attempt to overthrow your rule.

When you let them do whatever they want, fully respecting their opinions, they accuse you of being indulgent and irresponsible.

In short, every government will evoke feelings of disgust among Parisians for being either too strict or too lenient.

It’s much like a girl; when you distance yourself from her, she complains you are not considerate enough, yet when you change your attitude and draw close, she accuses you of being too controlling.

The best strategy is to strike a balance between relaxation and tightening, complemented by some "gifts" to create a sense of pleasure.

Only in this way can it stay calm for a while.

The Foreign Minister’s reprimand of the Envoy can undoubtedly ignite the patriotic fervor of every French citizen.

With the satisfaction of national pride, they will naturally choose to forget certain matters.

Jerome Bonaparte’s explanation left Mr. Luyis with no reason to refuse.

In France, regardless of the issue, once it involves political correctness, everyone must serve political correctness.

Appropriately "sacrificing" Mr. Luyis was naturally warranted.

Moreover, Mr. Luyis wasn’t truly sacrificing.

The fervent national sentiment will also provide Mr. Luyis with more political capital.

"It’s settled then!" With Mr. Luyis’s tacit agreement, Jerome Bonaparte decided on the creation of the diplomatic "idol."

Immediately afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte drank a glass of wine and poured another brandy before approaching Minister Renio and General Saint Arno: "Mr. Minister, this formation is perfect for a parade ceremony! We’ve fully achieved our desired result!"

"Indeed! Your Majesty!" Minister Renio also smiled, "This ceremony is far better than we had imagined! Most of the officers support you!"

"Exactly!" Jerome Bonaparte’s voice trembled slightly with excitement: "I saw... many officers are our supporters... as long as they continue to support me as they always have, what should I fear? What can Parliament or Changarnier do to me?"

As long as the troops in the vicinity of Paris are under his control, then all of France will have no choice but to yield to him.

At that time, all he needs to do is to complete the reorganization of all troops from point to surface, just like Louis Philippe did by removing generals unwilling to pledge allegiance.

"However..." Secretary of State General Saint Arno hesitated for a moment before speaking carefully: "Your Majesty, according to my observations, a small portion of the troops still doesn’t show you enough respect!"

Jerome Bonaparte sneered and downed the brandy in his glass again: "Those people are Changarnier’s men, right?"

"That’s right!" General Saint Arno responded: "However, you have already secured the support of the vast majority of officers and soldiers! A minority’s support is not enough to shake your prestige over the troops!"

"Though they can’t shake my prestige, they can sabotage our plans!" Jerome Bonaparte turned to Count Rendel and said, "Mr. Lendel, I don’t need to tell you what needs to be done, do I?"

"Yes!" Count Rendel rose to respond to Jerome Bonaparte: "According to our observations, only a few battalions under the Paris First Brigade show you insufficient respect; I’ll relocate them to their rightful places!"

To thoroughly understand the army’s attitude, even before the parade ceremony began, Lendel deployed some people under the viewing platform to record each unit’s attitude towards the President, intending to list the troops showing insufficient respect to the President after the ceremony.

If it’s an issue with a commander, the army commander will be transferred out of Paris or ordered into retirement.

If it’s an issue with the entire army, then they will be directly transferred under the guise of defense, bringing in a loyal batch from the Italian Army.

Currently, with most of the troops supporting the President, the mobilization of a few troops and commanders will not cause significant backlash in the army.

"That’s good then!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded with satisfaction and raised his glass, saying: "The Bonaparte Clan will never forget your contributions. I can promise you that after the deed is done, you will receive what you desire!"

After speaking, Jerome Bonaparte drained the wine in his glass.

This glass marked the complete end of the parade ceremony.