Make France Great Again

"Mr. Fouad, please rest assured! You are the most important partner of our French Empire! Our French Empire will never abandon their friends!"

In order to allow Fouad Effendi to better work for the interests of the French Empire, Walewski comforted this "traitor".

Fouad Effendi's face was filled with a joyful smile after receiving Valewski's reply. Now Fouad Efendi has firmly bound the interests of the Ottoman Empire and the interests of the French Empire.

"I am very honored to be a friend of the French Empire! I also hope that the French Empire and the Ottoman Empire can support and help each other in the future!" Fuad Effendi said to Valewski.

"Yeah!" Walewski nodded at Fuad Effendi, affirming his remarks, and then clapped his hands.

After a while, a servant living in the embassy (actually a member of the National Intelligence Service's Foreign Intelligence Service) brought a glass vessel filled with whiskey. Walewski stood up and took the tray of glassware in his hand. Inside, Fuad Effendi, who was sitting next to him, also stood up when he saw this.

"Sit down! Mr. Fouad!" Walewski said to Fouad Effendi in a friendly and commanding tone.

Fuad Effendi sat on the sofa again. Under the watchful eye of Fouad Edifin, Walewski, who held the neck of the glass bottle, carefully poured the whiskey in the glass container into Fouad Edifin's glass. The glass had already bottomed out. The cup was quickly filled.

Then Walewski refilled his glass.

Valewski, who put the glassware on the table, raised his glass and said to Fouad: "Here's to friendship!"

"To friendship!" Fouad Effendi also raised his glass in response.

After drinking a glass of whiskey, Walewski felt like a fire was burning in his stomach. Whiskey with an alcohol content of over 53% was no less powerful than Oriental liquor.

"No!" Valewski pretended to be drunk and waved his hand at Fouad Effendi, and said tactfully: "I won't keep you here any longer!"

After two glasses of whiskey, Fouad Edifan did not show any signs of strangeness. He quickly stood up and said goodbye to Walewski.

After Fouad Edifin left the embassy, ​​Walewski, who was slumped on the sofa, suddenly sat on the sofa as if nothing happened. His expression was unusually serious, as if he was about to make a major decision.

After a while, the chargé d'affaires of the embassy (equivalent to an acting ambassador, usually the person who acts as an ambassador when the ambassador returns to the country to report on his duties) came to the sofa where Walewski was sitting.

The acting military attache, who accidentally learned of Walewski's identity from an acquaintance in Paris, had been carefully serving the guy in front of him, for fear that he would be unhappy in any way.

Valewski's serious expression now made the acting military attache feel that the air was filled with tension.

"Tell me, is this Fouad sincerely on our side?" Just as the acting military attache was confused, Walewski's voice reached his ears.

The acting military attache hurriedly said to Valewski: "Minister Fouad must sincerely want to surrender to us, otherwise he would not agree to hand over the jurisdiction of the Holy Land to us!"

"Stupid!" Walewski glanced at the acting military attache and said coldly: "How do you know this was not something Fouad had planned a long time ago! Taking advantage of the conflict between the French Empire and the Ottoman Empire, let us We both lose with them."

"No...it's impossible!" The acting military attache had a ridiculous feeling. He didn't think this possibility existed.

"Be careful, there is nothing wrong!" Walewski once again warned the reckless guy in front of him: "The situation in the Ottoman Empire is getting worse and worse now! A little carelessness may cause a war across Europe! We have to be more careful!"

"Yes!" the acting military attache said loudly immediately.

Later, Walewski returned to the telegraph room again, where he would wait for news from Paris.

On the other side, Fuad Edifin, who left the French Embassy, ​​turned around and headed to the residence of Prime Minister Muhammad Ali, the current Prime Minister of the Ottoman Empire.

Passing through the courtyard filled with birds and flowers, what appeared in front of Fouad Edifin was a two-story mansion. The style of the mansion was very similar to some mansions in Paris.

A mansion like this would seem too Westernized in Constantinople, a place dotted with onion-shaped churches.

Fouad Edifin knew that the designer of the mansion and garden in front of him was the French senior designer hired by Prime Minister Mohammed Ali.

Although the name Muhammad Ali looks so innocent, in fact, this prime minister can be said to be a small group of people with a relatively high degree of Westernization in the entire court.

He is also proficient in the mainstream languages ​​​​of Russia, France, Germany and England. It can be said without mercy that even in the current decadent Ottoman court, its degree of Westernization and urgency for change are far behind some countries in the East.

Not to mention, the current Ottoman Empire can still compete with the Russian Empire to a certain extent.

Even during World War I, it could still achieve a record as brilliant as Gallipoli.

Those who do not open their eyes to see clearly the changes in the world will simply not be able to survive in the Ottoman Empire.

Under the leadership of the Greek servant, Fuad Edifin came to a room on the second floor of the mansion.

Opening the door of the room, the figure of Muhammad Ali appeared in front of Fouad. At this time, he was standing in the room half-hunched over, wiping the porcelain. These were porcelains shipped from the far East. Each one was valuable. Many of the porcelains should have been given to him by merchants from Constantinople. Muhammad Ali's "Collection".

Thinking of this, Fuad Effendi showed a hint of envy in his eyes.

Power is an irresistible "poison" that can paralyze people, make a dying person rejuvenate, and can also make an energetic guy grow old overnight.

"Master, Minister Fuad is here!" the Greek servant reported to Muhammad Ali in fluent Greek.

"Okay! I understand!" Muhammad Ali stopped what he was doing, turned to look at Afuad Edifan and said, "What did France say?"

"Ambassador Walewski told me that the earliest time France can send troops will not be later than the end of June!" Fouad Edifin reported to Muhammad Ali, and then added: "However, they said they will definitely Join the fight!”

"These French people just want us to die!" Muhammad Ali said with his usual Machiavellian thinking: "As long as we fight with the Russian Empire, they can take advantage of it! They are not afraid of us defecting to Russia. Empire?"

"You can't take refuge!" Fouad Edifin hurriedly said to Muhammad Ali.

"Why?" Muhammad Ali glanced at Fouad Edifin. He didn't know which side this guy was on now.

"Valewski told me that once the Ottoman Empire decides to side with Russia, the French Empire will clean up us and the Russian Empire together!!" Fuad Edifin said to Muhammad Ali.

"Hmph! Damn the French! Do they think they are still living in the era of Napoleon?" Muhammad Ali yelled angrily.

Fouad Edifin did not speak. From Valewski's words, he could hear Valewski's confidence.

Perhaps in his eyes, the Ottoman Empire and the Russian Empire combined were really far behind the French Empire.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, the French Empire's fleet is enough to destroy our fleet and the Russian Empire's fleet!" Fuad Edifin reminded Muhammad Ali.

After hearing Fouad Edifin's reminder, Muhammad Ali was like a deflated football, unable to speak a word with his lips.

Once the Ottoman Empire lost control of the sea, the entire European department of the Ottoman Empire would have to be abandoned.

At that time, the French Imperial Army will only have to fight against the Russian Empire.

In this game of great powers, the Ottoman Empire was nothing more than a toy of the great powers.

"What can you do?" Muhammad Ali was a little depressed and asked Fouad Effendi.

"Delay!" Fouad Effendi gave a solution that was not a solution. "With the Ottoman Empire, it is impossible to fight the Russian Empire, so we must drag Britain or France into the war. Since the French Empire has said If we want to join the war, we can only cooperate with the French Empire to drag it out. After the French Empire completes its reorganization and joins the battlefield, it will be time for us to settle accounts with the Russian Empire."

"This..." Muhammad Ali thought for a moment and then said to Fouad I Ediffin: "If you say that, you may become a scapegoat and be deposed. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com or even be in danger. to your life.”

"If the French Empire can be delayed to enter, then I will resign voluntarily!" Fouad Edifin showed his different attitude in the French Embassy. "As for endangering life, I think it is impossible. I I believe Ambassador Valewski, they will not let me, a pro-France, die because of this matter."

"In that case, just do what you said!" Muhammad Ali sighed again, "If there is really no other way, I will resign! Just let that guy Reshid be the prime minister again. He is not always the prime minister. He said that he has a deep friendship with the British ambassador. Then let’s see if his ambassador, who has a deep friendship with him, can help him!”

"yes!"

That night, Walewski finally waited for a telegram from Paris.

Telegram request…

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