I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 547 Punishment of Napoleon

half a month later.

Napoleon's 17-year-old brother Lucien Buonaba rushed back to Corsica from Paris to participate in the by-election of Corsican parliamentarians - 14 seats in the parliament were suddenly vacant, and the parliamentarians had to be re-elected.

Without any surprise, Lucien Buannaba was elected as a councillor of the Sota district with a high vote. Even though he had almost never been to that place, with the strong support of his second brother and the support of the Governor, Count Butafuoco, it was not difficult for him to be elected.

In fact, almost all of the 14 by-elections fell into the hands of Napoleon and the Governor-General's designees.

……

Second floor of the Tuileries Palace.

Joseph rubbed his brows tiredly as he looked at the report on the situation in Corsica that Brian had just sent him.

He knew that Napoleon was capable of and dared to cause trouble, so he sent him to Corsica to deal with the problem, but he didn't expect that he almost caused a major earthquake.

Napoleon's actions were simply the behavior of a warlord who had no regard for the law! Given a little more power than in history, he dared to make a move several times bigger than in history.

Although he did resolve the problem of separatist tendencies in Corsica to some extent, he also damaged the image of the French government there.

Joseph sighed and said to Brian:

"Please draft an order - Lieutenant Colonel Buonarroba besieged the parliament hall in an extremely inappropriate manner and must be punished. He is dismissed from his post as acting commander of the Corsica garrison, but there is no suitable replacement for the time being, so he will continue to command the garrison."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Joseph couldn't help but laugh after he finished speaking - he was the first person in history to punish Na Huang. This was absolutely unimaginable in the past.

It is hoped that this will temper Napoleon's arrogant and unruly character, so that he can better exert the power of his sword in the future.

Joseph thought about the current situation in Corsica. There is no construction without destruction. Now that the old pattern has been broken, the next step is to start construction. Without Paulie's manipulation, as long as the people of Corsica can live and work in peace, who would be willing to risk their lives to cause division?
But that place has no resources and no agriculture, so it is really not easy to develop.

He thought about it carefully and soon remembered a small island in the future where the model could be applied.

So he looked at Brian and said, "Archbishop, I want to make Corsica a tourist destination. What do you think?"

The Chief Minister thought for a moment and nodded, "I think it's worth a try, Your Highness. I've been there before, the sunshine is very comfortable, and the seafood and ham taste good. However, the local residents don't seem to be very gentlemanly."

"Then the church needs to take the trouble to teach them." Joseph said, "When you go back, make a plan with Mr. Bailly. It includes opening a regular ferry from Marseille to Calvi, with the government subsidizing some tickets to attract more people to visit there.

"In addition, a number of new restaurants, massage parlors, and amusement parks will be built there..."

Brian immediately added: "And brothels, your highness."

"Well, that's up to you."

……

Lower Thames.

London Port. Before the Marquis of Wellesley got off the ship, he saw the welcoming team crowded on the shore and the royal band in neat red uniforms in front of the crowd.

When his eyes swept over a young man surrounded by officials in the middle of the dock, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

That man is none other than the current British Prime Minister, William Pitt - to distinguish him from his father, people call him Pitt the Younger.

The ferry "Martha" gently docked at the pier. The gangplank was lowered. Amid the noisy music, Wellesley stepped onto British soil and immediately walked quickly towards Prime Minister Pitt.

The latter also came over with a smile, and before he could salute, he gave him a warm hug and said loudly:

"Arthur, do you know? The whole of London is singing the praises of your glorious victory in the Far East. Your outstanding command and heroic fighting have stabilized the foundation of the entire country!"

Wellesley did not show any pride when he was praised, but instead a hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

He patted his old friend on the back, then took a step back and bowed according to etiquette:
"Thank you for picking me up. It made me happy."

He glanced at the grand occasion around him and laughed dryly, "I originally thought... there wouldn't be such courtesy."

"How could you have such an idea? You are a victorious general, a hero!"

Seeing that he had his head down, as if thinking about something, Pete waved to the crowd on both sides on his behalf, and then ordered to skip the speech and directly pull him into the carriage.

"Is the damn malaria still tormenting you?" Little Pete looked at his old friend with concern, "You don't look very energetic."

The Marquis of Wellesley still lowered his head and said dejectedly: "You know, there was no triumph, and I didn't defeat the Indian native."

"No, you won a great victory," Little Pitt corrected immediately. "Britain needs your victory. People don't like the cold truth."

"More than 300 million pounds, nearly a thousand casualties," Wellesley shook his head, "in the end, all we got was a little worthless land and the ridicule of Mysore."

Little Peter also sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Think positively, at least you have stabilized our sphere of influence in the Far East."

"French!" Marquis Wellesley suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and gritted his teeth, "They are all damn French!
“The Mysore soldiers I captured said that they had all been trained by Lafayette, and that the guy even made a complete battle plan for Tipu.

"I even suspect that those sophisticated cannons in Tipu's hands were provided by the French!"

He clenched his fists and said in a low voice like a beast's roar: "If it weren't for the French, I could have completely defeated Mysore, occupied Seringapatam, and then asked Tipu to pay millions of pounds in compensation to redeem it. The entire Indian peninsula would tremble in front of us and obediently give up everything we want!
"We have to make those damn French bastards pay!"

Little Peter nodded slowly. "Your political sense is still so sharp. In fact, the entire cabinet is in complete agreement with you. I am ready to submit this to His Majesty the King as the core of the country's future strategy in the near future."

Wellesley was slightly startled: "What do you mean by 'completely consistent'?"

"Attitude towards France." Little Pete said with a sinister look, "Do you know France's trade volume last year? It has surpassed ours.

"There are even millions of pounds that were taken from us. That damn Treaty of Eden! We were cheated!
"A large number of French industries have already caught up with ours in the past two years, but we still have to maintain the low tariffs in the treaty and watch French goods flood into our market."

(End of this chapter)