Chapter 15 Political Capital

Joseph felt a little scared. Now, whether it is the bureaucratic forces, the nobility, the church, the capitalists, and foreign forces, in the process of rectifying France, if he does not pay attention, his interests will be touched, and he will suffer a crazy counterattack.

In other words, things like Guizot's secret tricks will happen one after another in the future, and I will be unable to guard against them.

How to avoid falling into passivity?

He looked out the window, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the seat and lost in thought.

If you want to avoid being plotted, it is best to discover potential threats in advance and learn about the plot against you.

It is best to have professional manpower to help you nip the threat in the bud.

To do this, you must have a large number of eyes and ears to find out information for yourself.

In addition, there is a command center that analyzes and summarizes information and comes up with response plans, and then sends people to deal with the problem according to its own instructions.

Thinking of this, several names immediately came to Joseph's mind - CIA, KGB, MI6.

If you have such a professional intelligence agency in your hands, you will not be blind or deaf when facing the assassinations of various forces, thereby ensuring that your process of rectifying France is not blocked.

Actually speaking, France does have a ready-made secret service agency, that is, the secret police.

But Joseph knew that this guy was useless - he would do things like peeking at letters, eavesdropping on conversations, and spying aimlessly.

In fact, even this little thing they did was ineffective and they were often caught. This gave the secret police a very bad reputation.

Therefore, it is most reliable to form an intelligence team yourself.

Not only can they be guided and trained with the advanced concepts of future generations, but their loyalty is also higher.

However, just one secret police organization has already made the whole of France angry. If another one is created, it will immediately become the target of public criticism.

Joseph couldn't help but frowned, how could he be unobtrusive?

Where will the additional manpower come from?

After all, it is difficult to be alone and lack political capital...

Thinking for a long time gave him a headache and a cough.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head. His small body had been suffering from chronic pneumonia. Recently, the food and accommodation conditions in St. Anthony District were not good, which caused the disease to recur. It seemed that physical exercise had to be put on the agenda.

The carriage suddenly began to slow down, and Joseph looked at Emang: "Are we here?"

"Probably not yet, Your Highness." The attendant stuck his head out of the window and asked loudly, "What happened?"

Immediately, a guard came quickly from the carriage in front, caressing his chest and said, "Your Highness, the Minister of the Interior, Count Monod, happened to be passing by and said he wanted to greet you in person."

Just passing by? Joseph looked at Emang with inquiring eyes.

The latter came closer and said: "Your Highness, maybe it has something to do with Guizot."

When Joseph heard what he said about the relationship between the two, he couldn't help but feel something in his heart. He was worried about the lack of power in the cabinet, and this might bring him political capital.

He nodded to the guard and said, "Please, Count Monod, come to my carriage."

"Yes, Your Highness."

After a moment, a man in his fifties with slender brown eyes, long wavy hair, and powdered face came to the car, handed the cane to the servant, and then bowed deeply: "I didn't expect that. I am so lucky to meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince here."

Joseph politely returned the favor, invited him to get in the car, and pushed the cakes on the small table in front of him: "This is from Her Majesty the Queen. Please try it."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Mono picked up a piece as if he was flattered and praised it exaggeratedly. As if he suddenly remembered something, he motioned to the servant to bring a wooden box and said with a smile, "I recently got a beautiful knife. It's very beautiful." Befitting His Highness's heroic temperament, it is just the right gift for you."

"Oh? I really have to thank Count Monod for that."

Monod waited for Joseph to take the wooden box and pretended to be polite: "Your Highness, a lot of things have happened in Paris recently."

"That's true."

"The actions of some officials are really regrettable." As a powerful cabinet official, Monod acted quite humbly and sighed, "Actually, Guizot used to be a very decent man, but who knew he... "

Joseph opened the wooden box and interrupted him with a smile: "If you have anything to say, you might as well just say it."

"Okay, okay." Mono's face was full of sincerity, "I recommended Guizot in the past solely because of his good abilities. You know, I have no knowledge of the things he did, otherwise I would do my best to stop him.

"Fortunately, His Highness was resourceful and saw through his vicious tactics and prevented this disaster."

Guizot was once his student, and he single-handedly promoted him to the position of police chief. It was difficult for him to distance himself from such a big incident this time.

Although Monod was in a high position, Guizot was with the secret police. He still didn't know the specific situation, and he didn't dare to ask the queen directly. So he waited on the way back to the Palace of Versailles, trying to test the young crown prince. Test.

"Your Highness, I wonder what Guizot's crime is this time?"

Joseph seemed to be very interested in the gem-encrusted Schecher scimitar. He rubbed it repeatedly and said casually: "Well, I heard it was inciting a riot."

Mono's body stiffened, and rioting was a serious crime of subverting the rule. If he was convinced, there was no way he would not be implicated!

He laughed dryly and said: "He is not so bold..."

"Really?" Joseph put down his machete and handed him the confession on the table. "The royal police sent it this morning. Guizot directed a large number of thugs to attack the St. Anthony District Police Station. Oh, I was still in the police station at the time."

Monod glanced at it a few times and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Although he felt that Guizot had no motive for rioting, based on the evidence, it made sense to characterize it as a riot.

He was so panicked that he didn't know where to put his hands. He cursed Guizot fiercely and looked at Joseph with a bitter face: "Your Highness, is there any room for change in this matter?"

Joseph blinked and said: "Some people say that Guizot was inciting a riot, but I don't think so. After all, I was the only one who knew the situation best."

"Yes, yes!" Mono nodded repeatedly, "Please be sure to explain the inside story to Her Majesty the Queen."

"Oh, let's talk about this some time later." Joseph picked up the machete again and waved it back and forth a few times. "I have been busy preparing recently to prove to my mother that I am qualified to be the assistant to the Minister of Finance."

The topic changed so quickly that Mono was stunned for a moment, but he immediately remembered that the Crown Prince had proposed to be the assistant to the Minister of Finance at the cabinet meeting, and hurriedly said loudly: "There is absolutely no one more suitable for this position than His Highness! There will be a cabinet meeting the day after tomorrow, and I will propose that you serve as Assistant to the Minister of Finance!

"Oh, I can also convince Bishop Brian to support you too!"

Brian is now the Minister of Finance, and also the Chief Minister, the most important minister under the royal power.