Chapter 66 The Story of the British Ambassador

A black carriage arrived in front of the Royal Palace.

The guard immediately stepped forward to stop him: "This is the Royal Palace. Please state your name."

The driver took out a small copper sign from his body and shook it. The guard immediately opened the door, lowered his head and said nothing.

The carriage went straight to the east side of the Royal Palace and stopped. A man in a black robe with the brim of his hat pulled very low quickly walked up the steps and pushed the door in with a very familiar voice.

The Duke of Orleans was sitting at the table, thinking briefly, and was about to write a letter when he heard the butler's voice coming from outside the door: "Sir, the British Ambassador Mr. Hartley is here."

"Invite him in."

After a moment, the door was pushed open, and Hartley, dressed in black, stroked his chest to the Duke of Orleans and said with a smile on his face: "Oh, Philip, my old friend! We haven't seen each other for a while."

The Duke of Orleans smiled and nodded: "Dear David! Why do you think of me?"

Hartley greeted him politely and got to the point: "Philip, you know, London is always causing trouble for me. But here in Paris, I can only rely on you, old friend."

"If you have any questions, just tell me."

"That's right, I want to publish something in the newspaper."

"Then you are right to come to me." The Duke of Orleans smiled, "Tell me, is it an advertisement or some kind of announcement?"

"Well, to be precise," Hartley spread his hands, "it's to publish some stories."

 "story?"

"It's some stories about the Prussians." Hartley said, "For example, Duke Schwarz of Prussia was competing with Count Felsson for Queen Mary."

"Duke Schwarz? How come I didn't know there was..."

In the middle of speaking, the Duke of Orleans suddenly showed an understanding smile: "Oh, I understand, it doesn't matter whether he has Duke Schwarz or not, the point is the story between him and his Austrian cousin."

Hartley nodded: "You are really a smart man. In addition, Baron Ramos of Silesia is having a tryst with Princess Therese."

Silesia is now part of Prussia. Princess Therese was the eldest daughter of Louis XVI and the sister of Joseph. Of course, everything Hartley said was made up out of nothing.

The Duke of Orleans added casually: "The slave girl of Baron Ramos was spotted by the crown prince during his tryst, and it is said that she is pregnant."

Hartley's eyes lit up: "If you become a screenwriter, you will definitely be famous throughout Europe. So be it, please get this published in newspapers as soon as possible."

These matters all involve the reputation of the royal family. Without the relationship with the Duke of Orleans, it would be impossible for them to appear in the newspaper.

The Duke of Orleans smiled slightly: "This is not an easy task."

"That's why I'm bothering you. Aren't you the one who has the final say on the newspapers in Paris?"

The Duke of Orleans said noncommittally: "Last time, a large part of the money I invested in the British automatic loom industry is still under review."

Hartley nodded: "I can help you with this. As you know, those government officials are not very efficient."

The Duke of Orleans finally showed a satisfied look: "That's up to you. As for your stories, everyone should know it soon."

After a while, Hartley left.

The Duke of Orleans immediately wrote a letter to several major newspapers he controlled, mainly to arrange how to deal with the tax bill, and finally mentioned a few stories about the British ambassador.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, Joseph's carriage drove out from the Paris Police Academy and rushed back to the Palace of Versailles.

He now studies at the police academy two or three times a week, mainly in elite classes such as tactical command, military surveying and mapping, and logistics.

He knew well that as the industrial revolution deepened, the European continent would begin to be turbulent, and the interests of the old and new forces would be redistributed, triggering continuous wars.

You must master sufficient military knowledge to ensure the security and stability of France.

At this time, France did not have the attributes of light-speed surrender in later generations, and was even quite martial. A king who could lead France to victory would be loved by all French people and have supreme authority.

Even if you take a step back and don't fight in person, you should at least know which battles can be fought and which ones cannot be fought.

Therefore, he must learn basic military courses, and at the same time, he can also provide feedback to the military instructors at the police academy.

Such military theoretical knowledge as artillery and infantry coordination, cavalry and artillery cover, concentrated use of artillery, and even large-scale penetrations has not yet appeared. Although he cannot teach very thoroughly, he has opened the door to a new world for the instructors.

After having the concept and general direction, they can continue to refine and improve it, and then add it to the military training subjects.

A few days ago, Dubois came to the police academy and served as the head of the "Strategy and Tactics Research Office." Although he was surprised why a school training police officers should study strategy and tactics, he readily accepted the position.

After he read Joseph's advanced military theories, he completely understood the necessity of the existence of this research laboratory - the military theory level of this police academy is definitely much higher than that of the Paris Military Academy! In my heart, I was glad that I was respected by the Crown Prince and was able to come to this military academy. Oh, no, it should be the police academy.

A "police academy" equipped with a large number of military horses, three four-pound cannons and one eight-pound cannon...

Joseph sat on the bumpy carriage, thinking about the spring damping that he had never had time to do, and picked up the newspaper on the small table in front of him to read.

The recent publicity about the tax reform bill has been very effective. In just a few days, he could already hear people talking about the new tax provisions on the streets of Paris.

If this trend continues, it won't be long before the great nobles in the Council of Nobles find it difficult to incite public opinion against the royal family.

However, when he saw the front page of the "City Voice" newspaper, he couldn't help but frowned - he had already booked the newspaper for three months. However, today's front page was about a lady being raped. News of murder.

He picked up the "Paris News" again, and the front page headline here was actually: "New tax bill, Sir Brian's attempt to increase taxes at will?" ".

Joseph looked down with a sullen face. The whole article was rambling and changing concepts, describing the tax bill as an arbitrary tax imposed by the royal family due to excessive squandering, which would have a very bad impact.

He slapped the newspaper on the table. How could something like this pass the press review? ! What do the people under review do and eat...

He immediately remembered that news censorship was a department under the High Court. The High Court wanted to fight the tax reform bill, so naturally it turned a blind eye to these messy articles.

Joseph looked at the "French Courier" newspaper again. As expected, the front page read: "High Court refuses to register!" This may be a victory for freedom! ".