Make France Great Again

After leaving the Russian Embassy, ​​Fouad Efendi braved the rain and went to the residence of Prime Minister Muhammad Ali to report the invitation to Muhammad Ali.

Once again being led into the room where Muhammad Ali was by a Greek servant, Fouad Effendi saw Prime Minister Muhammad Ali leaning against the window. At this time, he was hunched over and thinking about something. Just looking at Muhammad Ali from the back, it looks like someone has had his spine taken out, and he looks so miserable.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister!" Fuad Effendi called to Muhammad Ali in a low voice.

Hearing the noise coming from behind, he turned around and glanced behind him. After seeing Fouad Efendi arriving, Muhammad Ali showed a forced smile on his lips and said, "You're here!"

Then, he extended his hand and invited Fuad Effendi: "Sit down! You're welcome!"

Fuad Effendi sat on the sofa, and Muhammad Ali sat next to Fuad Effendi.

Looking at the depressed Prime Minister in front of him, Fouad Effendi couldn't help but murmur in his heart. Since the Prime Minister himself has not spoken, it is not easy for him to ask too much.

A foreign minister and a prime minister sat on two adjacent sofas and looked at each other in silence. After a while, Muhammad Ali finally said leisurely: "Just now, His Majesty the Sultan summoned me to the palace to inquire about the countermeasures discussed by the cabinet!"

"Your Majesty, do you have any orders for the sudden summons..." Fuad Effendi asked tentatively.

Muhammad Ali fell silent again, then shook his head and said with a touch of self-mockery: "Your Majesty didn't say anything, but I can feel that His Majesty is very dissatisfied with the passive resistance policy we formulated!"

"Then what should we do? The power of the empire cannot compete with the Russian Empire at all! We must seek their help, even if the foreign aid itself is equally ambitious." Fouad Edifin calmly analyzed the situation faced by the Ottomans to Muhammad Ali. dilemma.

After hearing Fouad's analysis, Muhammad Ali nodded noncommittally and replied: "I think Your Majesty should know this!"

Immediately, after taking a look at Fouad, he changed the subject and said: "But Constantinople doesn't know! The subjects living in the Ottoman Empire (the emphasis here refers to religious people) don't know this. The diplomatic strategy pursued by our group They saw it as surrender to the Russian Empire."

"Alas!" Fouad Edifin sighed, "They won't understand why we do this! They will only think that we are groveling to please those guys and satisfy their own interests!"

"Okay! Stop talking about these sad topics! Now that we have chosen this path, we cannot give up halfway. The future of the Ottoman Empire still depends on us to build!" Muhammad Ali quickly changed the subject and asked Fouad. Edifon invited Menshikov to see if he would like to participate in the welcome ceremony specially prepared for him by the Ottoman court.

Fuad Edifin told Muhammad Ali about his "experience" with Menshikov.

After listening to Fouad Effendi's story, Muhammad Ali could only express deep sympathy for his experience.

After the conversation, Muhammad Ali invited Fouad Edifin to have a meal. During the meal, both of them were in a very heavy mood, and neither one wanted to say another word during the meal.

After the meal, Fuad Edifin left Muhammad Ali's residence.

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Early the next morning, the Russian ambassador went out on Menshikov's order to gather information.

The ambassador, who promised that he would find useful information for Menshikov, turned around as soon as he left the house and went to one of the few opera houses in Constantinople to "have fun". In a pagan country, only the opera house and money can bring him solace.

The ambassador who entered the opera house entered his independent box as usual and waited for the opening ceremony. There was a knock on the door outside the box. Upon seeing this, the ambassador immediately stood up and opened the door.

When the ambassador opened the door to the box, a blond Greek-born young man pressed one hand on the door to prevent the ambassador from closing the door, and grabbed the side frame of the door with the other hand.

There was an expression of disgust on the ambassador's face. He hated having this kind of uninvited guy interrupting his interest.

Just when the ambassador was about to call someone, the Greek young man suddenly told the ambassador that he had secret information and wanted to make suggestions with the ambassador.

The ambassador turned around and showed a surprised expression. He didn't understand how the other party knew that he was ordered to collect intelligence.

Even so, the ambassador's mouth still revealed a disdainful expression: "How can you guarantee that what you said is correct!"

The Greek young man glanced at the crowd around him to make sure no one noticed them, and whispered: "Do you want to know what France wants to do next!"

"Do you know?" the ambassador sneered involuntarily.

The Greek young man nodded noncommittally, and then vaguely revealed to the ambassador that he was just someone's glove.

The remarks and actions of the Greek young man made the ambassador somewhat believe that the guy in front of him was someone from within the French Embassy.

With an attitude of rather believing that something exists than something that doesn’t exist.

The Russian ambassador chose to buy the news about this strange guy, and the ambassador took the strange guy into the bowels of the embassy.

"Tell me! How much money do you need?" the ambassador asked bluntly.

"My boss asked me to talk to your leader, Prince Menshikov!" the Greek young man said arrogantly to the ambassador.

The ambassador obviously understood that the other party wanted to cut out him as the middleman and speak directly to the source.

Reluctantly, the ambassador turned to put on a businesslike face and said: "I don't know whether your information is accurate or not, and I dare not rashly introduce you to His Excellency the Prince!"

"I won't tell him until I see him!" The other party responded to the ambassador with an attitude of refusing to tell the truth.

After a while, the ambassador was defeated. He quickly waved his hand and said to the other party: "Okay, okay! Come with me!"

The Greek young man showed a triumphant smile.

With the intelligence ambassador, he naturally did not dare to neglect. He and the Greek youth left the opera house and took a carriage to the embassy.

During the trip to the embassy, ​​the ambassador did not forget to coerce the Greek young man in the hope of getting something out of him. Unfortunately, the Greek young man was unwilling to let go.

He insisted that he could only wait until he met Menshikov before talking to him.

In desperation, the ambassador could only remain silent.

The carriage stopped at the Russian Embassy, ​​and the ambassador and the Greek youth entered the embassy.

Afterwards, the ambassador arranged the Greek young man on the sofa, and went to the second floor of the embassy to ask Prince Menshikov to come downstairs.

After a while, Prince Menshikov slowly walked downstairs and came to the Greek young man.

"I heard that you want to trade with me?" Menshikov looked at the young Greek man in front of him curiously.

"That's right! But to be precise, some people behind me want to make a suggestion to you!" The young man vaguely said where he came from, then looked at Menshikov and said: "You are Menshikov?”

"I am Menshikov!" Menshikov responded solemnly.

"Someone asked me to sell you a piece of news! I don't know if you are willing to buy it!" The Greek young man asked unhurriedly with a smile still on his face.

"What's the news about?" Menshikov immediately became interested and asked with a smile.

Valley/span "News from France!" the Russian ambassador on the side quickly explained to Menshikov.

"Did I let you say it?" Menshikov asked impatiently.

Seeing this, the ambassador could only shut up and listen.

"I have to see if this news is worth it!" Prince Menshikov replied to the Greek young man.

"Guaranteed to be worth every penny!" The Greek young man assured, patting his chest.

"How much will you price this message?" Menshikov asked the price of the message.

"Twenty-five... no, two hundred thousand rubles!" The Greek young man stretched out two fingers and said to Menshikov.

"Two hundred thousand rubles!" Menshikov was surprised when the Greek young man opened his mouth. "This is not a small amount of money!"

"My information is absolutely worth every penny!" the Greek young man once again responded to Menshikov.

Menshikov, who knew that the Greek youth was probably an insider of the French Embassy, ​​gritted his teeth and nodded: "Deal! Two hundred thousand rubles, two hundred thousand rubles!"

"Then bring it!" The Greek young man stretched out his hand and made a gesture of counting money to Menshikov.

"Pay 200,000 rubles from the embassy account to this..." Prince Menshikov hesitated for a moment, then called the Greek young man a "friend".

The ambassador had no choice but to listen to Menshikov's words and withdraw 200,000 rubles from the embassy's mutual transfer.

The ambassador handed the 200,000-ruble note into the hands of the Greek youth and explained: "These notes are notes from the famous Rothschild family. With the notes, you can go to any bank of the Rothschild family in Europe for dialogue!"

"Got it!" The Greek young man showed an impatient expression on his face.

Immediately afterwards, the Greek young man informed Menshikov of the information.

"What! The French Empire is going to dispatch a fleet!" Menshikov's expression suddenly changed. He knew that once the French army dispatched a fleet, the Russian Empire's ambitions would definitely come to nothing.

The front foot himself had just asked Kornilov to defeat the Ottoman Navy as quickly as possible without giving Britain and France an excuse to intervene.

Hindfoot himself heard that France wanted to protect the Ottoman Empire and gave the ambassador the right to quickly dispatch warships.

Menshikov felt that it was a bit tricky. He had to find an opportunity to go to the French Embassy and try to gain France's understanding.

"Isn't this information important?" The Greek young man's voice once again reached Menshikov's ears.

"This information of yours is very important to me!" Menshikov, who came back to his senses, expressed his gratitude to the Greek young man, handed him another 10,000 rubles, and told him that this was his personal gratitude to him.

"Thank you!" The Greek young man expressed his gratitude to Menshikov.

Subsequently, the Greek young man with 210,000 rubles in his pocket prepared to leave the Russian Embassy.

The ambassador on the side stopped him "enthusiastically" and said: "Wherever you want to go, my carriage can give you a ride!"

The Greek young man immediately raised a cordon in his heart. He smiled and rejected the ambassador's invitation: "No! I prefer walking to carriage!"

"Then I won't be too sentimental!" The ambassador sighed slightly and said regretfully.

Shortly after the Greek youth left, the ambassador, under the watchful eye of Menshikov, sent military attachés within the ambassador to follow up and find out who was behind the Greek youth.

An hour later, the military attache returned to the embassy. He reported to the ambassador and Menshikov that he had lost track of them.

Unless the official power of the Ottomans is used, it will be difficult to find him.

"Trash!" Menshikov couldn't help but curse loudly.

On the other hand, the Greek young man who successfully got rid of the military attache did not return immediately. Instead, after a small circle around Constantinople, he returned to his slum house late at night.

"Klein, how did things go?" The Greek young man heard someone calling his name as soon as he entered the room.

Constantine Klein, this was the name of the Greek-born young man, and the person who exchanged him was the mastermind behind the entire incident, and he was also the acting attache of the French Embassy.

At this time, he was fiddling with the revolver in his hand and looking at Klein casually.

"Sold out! This is 200,000 rubles!" The Greek young man handed the bill to the acting military attaché.

"Is that all? No more?" The acting military attache pointed the revolver at Constantine Klein.

"No...no more!" Konstantin Klein remembered the 10,000 rubles that Menshikov had given him at the Russian Embassy. Menshikov told him at that time: "You are You’re a smart kid and you deserve this money!”

I deserve that ten thousand rubles!

Constantine Klein kept hinting to himself, and his eyes became more determined.

The acting military attaché, who saw no clues in Constantine Klein's eyes, put away the revolver in his hand and warned fiercely: "Don't play tricks on me, otherwise you will die in an ugly way!"

"No!" Constantine Klein showed a flattering smile and said: "My sister and my family are still in your hands, and I will never act rashly!"

"It's good to know!" The acting military attache took out 10 silver coins with a face value of 20 kuru from his pocket: "This is the reward for your hard work this time!"

Klein pretended to be ecstatic, thanked him repeatedly and accepted the silver coins.

"My parents, my sister..." Klein asked about the whereabouts of his relatives. Find the book garden www.zhaosｈhuyuan.com

"Don't worry! They will come back safe and sound! You are a smart boy, and our cooperation will continue!" The acting military attache responded to Constantine Klein and left the slum.

After the acting military attache left for a while, Klein cursed with a ferocious look on his face: "Asshole!"

How could he do these things if his relatives were not in the hands of that damn guy.

That night, Constantine Klein did not wait for the return of his parents and sister.

And a certain poor acting military attaché became a pitiful corpse in Constantinople.

The guy who killed him was none other than a servant living at the embassy in France.

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