Struggle in Russia

Dimitri is really full of grievances and can't tell. How easy is it for him these days? He pretends to be a grandson in front of the French, and meets all the requirements of the French in every possible way. He is more concerned about honoring his ancestors. They were all low-key, but they changed as soon as they said they would. Can you blame him?

Anyway, Dimitri immediately became unhappy, and stood there sullenly, silent as if his wife had been caught cheating on the scene.

Similarly, Jan Constantine's complexion was not good, and his mood was dark. He felt that since he embarked on the coup d'état and overthrew Bibescu, he had squandered his life's luck and did nothing. Shunxin, when things happen, I often lose the chain for no reason, that's a heartwarming thing!

The two brothers immediately lost the desire to talk, but the problem won't go away by itself! And the time left for them is really running out. If they continue to stare like this, the day lily will be cold.

"Ahem!"

Constantinescu coughed twice on purpose, and interjected: "Gentlemen, something has happened. Now is not the time to pursue responsibility, it is meaningless. We must take countermeasures quickly, and we must prevent the situation from getting worse!"

In fact, these words are useless, how to take countermeasures? Can the brothers be anxious if there is a countermeasure?

"Can you test the French again?" Constantinescu asked. "Maybe they are just bluffing? Maybe they heard something, so they deliberately showed toughness, so as to force us to submit."

Dimitri shook his head and said: "It's impossible for them to hear the wind, their every move in Ploiesti is under my close surveillance, it's impossible for someone to tip them off and keep me ignorant! "

At the end, he added: "And their toughness is not faked. The French are really impatient and don't want to wait any longer!"

Constantinescu asked: "So they are willing to return empty-handed? If they really came to extract oil, isn't that a waste of time?"

Dimitri sighed and said, "It's just a waste of time. Anyway, there is almost no other investment, so they naturally don't care!"

Well, this really embarrasses the three people present, because they are almost rushing to make the French guy a white girl ticket, really cheap!

What's even more irritating is that the white female votes still think their work is not good enough, and they want to get angry and announce that they will no longer be female votes. Here they are as anxious as if the roof was burned to the roof.

After thinking about it, Jan Constantine suppressed his unhappiness, and confessed: "Well, we will discuss here and there will be no results. Mikhail, you and Dimitri will go to visit the Frenchman again. Let’s see what’s going on. I’ll contact the British again immediately, continue to do their work, and see if there’s a miracle!”

These words really have no confidence at all, and they are completely resigned to fate. It can be seen how speechless and desperate Jan Constantine is, but the time of despair has not yet come! Only after the two brothers have finished testing again, will they know what despair is!

Leaving aside their brother's futile journey, it's not just their brothers who are running around in Bucharest, Alexei is similar to them, or worse, because he finds out that he really isn't working underground In fact, building relationships and persuading people is much more difficult than imagined.

"Balbu Shtilbey, an old fox, is more slippery than butter. He just doesn't give an accurate answer. This guy really wants to sit on the fence!"

Alexei complained to the Straka brothers and sisters in frustration, because he really held back his evil fire, thinking that he didn't ask for help in such a way in St. Petersburg and Moscow.

Now that he is almost groveling to a group of Wallachian nobles, and has not gained anything, what do you call this!

Fontana asked softly: "What about Brother Propellita?"

Alexei immediately complained: "Those brothers are nothing. Barbu Shtilbey is still willing to meet at least. Those two guys who are trying to see the wind are pushing back and forth even when they see me. It's really maddening." !"

It was the first time for Fontana to see Alexei pouting and complaining. He didn't look like a big Russian nobleman. He looked like a little man who was wronged outside to find his wife and cried. It was kind of cute. .

Anyway, Fontana thinks this is quite interesting, maybe this little man's Alexei is his real side?

"Where is Grigory Alexander Jika V?"

Alexei sighed again: "He is similar to Barbu Shtilbey. He is willing to meet, but when it comes to talking about serious matters, he rambles about. He is also a vixen."

As he said that, Alexei became more and more depressed, and he missed the feeling of being an uncle. No wonder Nicholas I preferred to speak with guns and bayonets. This is indeed simpler and easier than talking.

"It's normal!" Fontana smiled lightly. "It would be abnormal if they responded to your request now!"

Alexei looked depressedly at Fontana who was smiling slightly. Although he didn't say anything, it was clearly written on his face: The baby is unhappy.

Fontana explained with a smile: "What these big families are best at is to follow the wind. Whoever is the winner they get close to whoever they are, otherwise their family has been destroyed for hundreds of years!"

These words were a bit sad, Alexey thought about it, and felt that it made sense, the nobles of Wallachia are not a little bit hard. The Turks, Austrians, and Russians saw back and forth here and there, and the rulers changed one crop after another. If the Wallachian nobles did not learn to play with the wind, they changed their masters every few days, and there would be a golden mountain at home. Not enough to toss.

But understanding is one thing, not being able to complete the task is another. Alexei remembers that he not only has to win over the pro-Russian faction in Wallachia, do the preparatory work to be the leading party, but also help Li Xiao A group of friends inquired about military intelligence, and he felt that it would be difficult for him to even get to Bucharest. Li Xiao and the others might find it even more difficult. They might even be headless chickens on the border.

Therefore, he was still in a hurry, because he knew that Nicholas I and his confidants would never give Li Xiao too much time, and it would be dangerous to delay it any longer.

He asked impatiently: "Is there any way? My time is running out!"

Fontana didn't answer directly, but kept looking at Alexei with a smile and didn't speak. This smile made Alexei inexplicably flustered, because he knew that Fontana just wanted to say: "Then let me do it." !"