Make France Great Again Chapter 880

Published at 16th of January 2023 05:35:55 AM

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

Rastigne carefully persuaded Jérôme Paterson to give up reporting the arrogant and domineering behavior of Norinco to the emperor, "As long as there are some powerful companies behind it, their behavior is not much different from that of Norinco Paris. .

There are even some companies whose attitude is even worse than that of the Norinco Group in Paris!

Your Majesty has a lot of time, why should we report such trivial matters to His Majesty! "

"Lastignac!" Jerome Patterson glanced at Rastigny and said in a sullen voice, "Are you afraid of the Paris Norinco Group, that's why you persuaded me to leave them alone."

"No!" Rastigne shook his head and said frankly to Jerome Patterson: "I just don't think you need to offend them. There are many companies that are worse than them."

"How about the other companies, I can leave it alone!" Jerome Patterson said firmly: "But the Paris Norinco Group is different! He is a group established by His Majesty the Emperor himself, so Said that his every move represents the will of His Majesty the Emperor!

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

Jérôme Patterson's speech made Rastigne speechless.

After a while, Rastigne smiled bitterly and said to Jerome Paterson, "Your Excellency Governor, since you have decided to do this, then as your subordinate, I can only support all your decisions. It's gone!"

"Thank you for your support! Rastigne!" Jerome Patterson extended his hand to Rastigne with a smile, clasping his hands tightly together.

In the early morning of the next day, accompanied by Jérôme Patterson and Rastigne, the representative of Paris Norinco Group, Eugène Galilin, visited the mine by boat.

Looking at the huge mining farm in front of him, Eugene Galilin showed a satisfied smile on his face.

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

The old chief, Bongo Ntuya and the tribesmen blocked Jerome Patterson's way, which scared Eugène Gallilin almost thinking that these "chimpanzees" were going to kill them all.

So, Eugene Galian took the lead and took out the 0 revolver and aimed it at the old chief and others.

Jerome Patterson, who was standing aside, held Eugene Galio's revolver and shook his head.

Then Jerome Paterson turned to ask the old chief: "Mr. Chief, what are you doing!

"Your Excellency the Governor, we are not malicious!" The old chief raised his hands and hurriedly said to Jerome Patterson, "I just want to invite you to the Ntuya tribe to sit down!"

"Just sit down?" Jerome Patterson asked back.

"Actually, I have a small matter to trouble you! I hope you can shine brightly!" The old chief gestured with his hand and said.

Jerome Patterson glanced at Rastigne beside him, 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 did not know much about the old chief.

Rastigne nodded slightly, and Jerome Patterson replied to Rastigne in a good mood: "Okay! I'll go with you!

Under the leadership of the old chief, Jerome Patterson and others arrived at the tribe, and then the old chief ordered his men to sound the horn during the attack and summoned a large number of tribesmen and slaves.

After a while, all the young adults of the tribe came to Jerome Paterson.

"What are you doing?" Although Jerome Patterson had a gun in his hand, he did not dare to shoot at will under such circumstances.

Afterwards, the old chief told Jerome Bonaparte with snot and tears that the reason why he called all the young and middle-aged people of the tribe over was because he wanted His Excellency the Governor to introduce them to a job.

"What do you think we are here for!" Jerome Patterson turned to the old chief and said, "Are we here to help the poor?"

"Your Excellency the Governor, we really only want a job!" The old chief continued to plead to Jerome Paterson.

Jerome Paterson turned his attention to Eugène Galilin, and then said to Eugene Galilin, "Mr. Galilin, tell them!"

Eugène Galilin stepped forward and said, "Sorry, we Paris Norinco Group do not sign an agreement with a single individual, we only sign an agreement with the company!"

"Company! We can build it!" The old chief couldn't wait to say to Eugene Gallierin.

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

"No... I don't know!" The old chief shook his head and responded to Eugene Galilin.

"It's actually very simple, you just need..." Eugene Galilin told the old chief the easiest way.

After listening, the old chief nodded again and again: "Okay! I know! I will go to Libreville to register in a while!"

"By the way! And our company doesn't recruit slaves!" Eugene Galilin reminded again.

"Ah!" The old chief was stunned for a few seconds, and then shouted.

"Slave is not allowed in our contract! As for what you do, we don't care!" Eugene Galilin spread his hands and said to the old chief.

"I understand!" The shrewd old chief didn't understand what they meant, they just needed to not write slaves on the so-called contract.

In any case, whether they are slaves or not is not up to the Ntuya tribe.

"Okay! This problem has been solved!" Jerome Paterson smiled and clapped his hands: "We applaud the upcoming cooperation between the Ntuya tribe and the North Industries Group!"

Immediately afterwards, Eugène Gallierin publicly announced that the Paris Norinco Group had invested in the construction of a church for the Entua tribe, in recognition of the piety of the Entua tribe.

After listening to this, the old chief once again expressed his gratitude to Eugene Galilin.

That night, a grand bonfire party was held in the Ntuya tribe, which did not end until about 10 pm.

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

"Your Excellency the Governor, can you promise me one more thing!" The old chief pleaded again to Jerome Paterson.

"What's the matter?" Jerome Patterson asked the old chief with a frown.

The old chief called Bongo Ntua in front of him, "This is my grandson, Bongo Ntua, I hope he can follow you to Libreville!"

"Yes!" Jerome Paterson resolutely agreed to the old chief's conditions, "I will arrange a good errand for him in the Governor's Palace!"

"The Governor's Palace? No, no, no!" The old chief shook his head and replied to Jerome Patterson, "I hope he can study in Libreville and broaden his horizons!

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

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

It was just that he could take this opportunity to instill some ideas into Bongo Ntua, so that he could act as a puppet under the French rule with more peace of mind.

Just like that, Jerome Patterson and his party set off to return to Libreville.

In the next few days, Jérôme Patterson opened the door for NORINCO to open a factory in Gabon and sent Bongo Ntua to the only school in Libreville. , and a letter to Jerome Bonaparte.

When Jerome Paterson wrote the letter, it was the end of November. Jerome Paterson handed the letter to the previous messenger again. This time he asked the messenger to send the letter in person. Delivered to the Tuinlery Palace, telegraph is not allowed.

"I see! Please don't worry!" After the messenger received the letter, he immediately assured Jerome Patterson.

"Then leave it to you!" Jerome Patterson shook hands with the messenger.

That night, the courier returned to Marseille by boat, and the cargo ship returned to Marseille after a week.

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

Even in Marseille, deep in the Mediterranean, the temperature in December is still lower than that of Gabon.

"No! I have to buy a set of clothes!" The shivering messenger whispered, and then bought a set of fleece clothes with the money in his hand.

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

The courier then purchased a train ticket from Marseille to Paris.

The train departed at 8 am the next day, and the courier went to a hotel next to the train station and slept.

At 6:30 the next morning, the courier got up from the bed early, packed up quickly, and left the hotel with a bag full of food on his back.

When the messenger arrived at the hotel, it was already 7:45.

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

The messenger was pushed into the carriage by the crowd, and he would spend the next ten hours in the carriage.

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

The messenger who came down from the train station felt a chill again. Paris in December is even colder than Marseille. In the evening, there is no dark cloud in the sky. Under the starry sky, the cold wind blows mercilessly to everyone. Cheeks, people involuntarily speed up the face.

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

After sitting on the train all day, he was already exhausted physically and mentally, so much that he fell into a state of sleep after lying on the hotel bed for less than 10 minutes.

On the other hand, in the center of Paris, at the westernmost end of the Champs-Élysées, in the Tuinlely Palace, the study of the imperial emperor Jerome Bonaparte is still brightly lit.

In the room, Imperial Emperor Jerome Patterson and Imperial Foreign Minister De Lu Yinsi were sitting on the sofa by the burning fireplace, preparing to discuss a sudden diplomatic event.

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