Chapter 373: Fish and root out the inner ghost
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Fuad Effendi, who left the Russian embassy, went to the residence of Prime Minister Muhammad Ali in the rain to report to Muhammad Ali on the invitation.
Once again led by the Greek servants into the room where Muhammad Ali was, Fuad Effendi saw Prime Minister Muhammad Ali leaning against the window. At this time, he was hunched over and thinking about something. From the back, Muhammad Ali looked like someone had his spine removed, and he looked so mourned.
"Prime Minister, Prime Minister!" Fuad Effendi whispered to Muhammad Ali.
Hearing the movement behind him, he turned and glanced behind him. After seeing Fuad Effendi coming, Muhammad Ali's mouth showed a forced smile and said, "You are here!"
Then, he stretched out his hand and invited Fuad Effendi, "Sit down! You're welcome!"
Fuad Effendi sat on the sofa, and Muhammad Ali sat beside Fuad Effendi.
Looking at the depressed Prime Minister in front of him, Fuad Effendi couldn't help but mutter in his heart. Since the Prime Minister himself did not speak, it is not easy for him to ask too much.
A minister of foreign affairs and a prime minister sat on two adjacent sofas without saying a word. After a while, Muhammad Ali said leisurely: "Just now, His Majesty the Sultan, summoned me to the palace to ask the cabinet about the countermeasures!"
"Your Majesty, is there any order for the sudden summons..." Fuad Effendi asked tentatively.
Muhammad Ali fell silent again, and then shook his head with a self-deprecating expression on the corner of his mouth: "Your Majesty didn't say anything, but I can feel that His Majesty is very dissatisfied with our passive resistance policy!"
"Then what are we going to do? The power of the empire cannot compete with the Russian empire! We must seek their help, even if the foreign aid itself is equally ambitious." the predicament.
Hearing Fuad's analysis, Muhammad Ali nodded noncommittally and replied, "I think Your Majesty should know this!"
Immediately, after looking at Fuad, he changed the topic: "But Constantinople doesn't know! The subjects living in the Ottoman Empire (here, the emphasis is on religious people) don't know this, the diplomatic strategy pursued by our group It seemed to them to be surrendering to the Russian Empire."
"Alas!" Fuad Eddie sighed, "They won't understand why we do this! They will only think that we are servilely to please those guys and satisfy our own interests!"
"Okay! Stop talking about these sad topics! Since we have chosen this path, we cannot give up halfway. The future of the Ottoman Empire depends on us to build!" Muhammad Ali quickly changed the subject and asked Fuad. Ediffen invited Menshkov if he was willing to participate in a welcome ceremony specially prepared for him by the Ottoman court.
Fuad Ediffen told Muhammad Ali about his "encounter" in Menshkov.
After listening to Fuad Effendi's narration, Muhammad Ali could only express his deep sympathy for what happened to him.
After the conversation, Muhammad Ali invited Fuad Ediffen to have a meal. During the meal, both of them felt very heavy, and neither of them wanted to say a word during the meal.
After the meal, Fuad Ediffen left Muhammad Ali's residence.
...
Early the next morning, the Russian ambassador went out to inquire about intelligence on the order of Menshkov.
The ambassador, who promised that he would find useful information for Menshkov, turned around as soon as he went out and went to one of the few opera houses in Constantinople, the Greek opera house, "for fun". Only the opera house and money can comfort him in a pagan country.
When the ambassador who entered the opera house entered his separate box as usual and waited for the opening, there was a knock on the door outside the box, and the ambassador immediately got up and opened the door.
When the ambassador opened the door of the box, a young Greek-blond 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 a look of disgust on the ambassador's face, and he really hated that uninvited fellows interrupted his mood.
Just when the ambassador was about to call someone, the young Greek man suddenly told the ambassador that he had secret information and wanted to advise the ambassador.
The ambassador turned to a surprised expression. He didn't understand how the other party knew that he was ordered to collect information.
Even so, the corner of the ambassador's mouth still revealed a disdainful expression: "How can you guarantee that what you said is correct!"
The Greek-American youth glanced at the crowd around him, and when he was sure that no one noticed them, he whispered, "Do you want to know what France wants to do next!"
"Don't you know?" the ambassador sneered involuntarily.
The Greek youth nodded noncommittally, and then revealed to the ambassador that he was just someone's glove.
The remarks and actions of the Greek youth made the ambassador some believe that the guy in front of him should be someone inside the French embassy.
With the attitude of preferring to believe what it is, not to believe it is not.
The Russian ambassador chose to buy news of the stranger, and the ambassador brought the stranger inside the embassy.
"Tell me! How much do you need?" the ambassador asked bluntly.
"My boss asked me to talk to your leader, Prince Menshkov!" the Greek youth said arrogantly to the ambassador.
The ambassador obviously understood that the other party wanted to cut out the middleman and speak directly to the source.
The unwilling ambassador turned to put on an official 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 see him! I won't say anything!" The other party responded to the ambassador with a deadly attitude.
After a while, the ambassador was defeated, and he quickly waved his hand and said to the other party, "Okay! Come with me!"
The Greek youth 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 his visit to the embassy, the ambassador did not forget to coerce and lure the Greek youth, hoping to get something out of his mouth, but unfortunately the Greek youth were unwilling to let go.
He was bitten to death and had to wait until after meeting with Menshkov to talk.
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 youth on the sofa, and he went to the second floor of the embassy to ask Prince Menshkov to go downstairs.
After a while, Prince Menshkov walked downstairs slowly and came to the Greek youth.
"I heard that you want to trade with me?" Menshkov looked curiously at the young Greek youth in front of him.
"That's right! However, to be precise, some people behind me gave you a suggestion!" The young man vaguely stated where he came from, and then looked at Menshkov and said, "You are Menshkov?"
"I am Menshkov!" Menshkov responded solemnly.
"Someone asked me to sell you a piece of news! I don't know, are you willing to buy it or not!" The Greek youth still asked with a smile on his face.
"News about what?" Menshkov was immediately interested, and he asked with a smile.
"News from France!" The Russian ambassador on the side hurriedly explained to Menshkov.
"Did I let you speak?" Menshkov asked impatiently.
When the ambassador saw this, he could only shut his mouth and listen.
"I have to see if this news is worth it!" Prince Menshkov replied to the Greek youth.
"Guaranteed value for money!" The Greek youth patted his chest and assured.
"How much do you price this message?" Menshkov asked the price of the message.
"Twenty-five... no, 200,000 rubles!" the Greek youth pointed out **** to Menshkov.
"200,000 rubles!" Menshkov was surprised at the Greek youth's lion. "This is not a small amount!"
"My intelligence is absolutely worth the money!" The Greek youth responded to Menshkov again.
Menshkov, who knew that the behind the Greek youth was probably an insider of the French embassy, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Deal! Two hundred thousand rubles is two hundred thousand rubles!"
"Then bring it!" The Greek-American youth stretched out his hand and counted Menshkov's money.
"Spend 200,000 rubles from the embassy's account and give it to this..." After a moment of hesitation, Prince Menshkov referred to the Greek youth as "friend".
The ambassador had to listen to Menshkov's words and pulled 200,000 rubles from the embassy's mutual draw.
The ambassador handed the 200,000 ruble bills to the hands of the Greek youth and explained: "These bills are the bills of the famous Rothschild family. With the bills, you can go to any Rothschild family bank in Europe to have a conversation!"
"Got it!" An impatient expression appeared on the face of the Greek youth.
Immediately afterwards, the Greek youth informed Menshkov of the information.
"What! The French Empire is going to dispatch a fleet!" Menshkov's face changed instantly. He knew that once the French army dispatched a fleet, the ambitions of the Russian Empire would definitely be in vain.
Forefoot himself had just asked Kornilov to destroy the Ottoman Navy as quickly as possible, without giving Britain and France an excuse to interfere.
The hind foot heard that France wanted to defend the Ottoman Empire and gave the ambassador the right to dispatch warships quickly.
Menshkov felt a little tricky. He had to find a chance to go to the French embassy and try to get the understanding of France.
"Is this information important!" The voice of the Greek youth once again reached Menshkov's ears.
"Your information is very important to me!" Menshkov, who had recovered, thanked the Greek youth, handed him another 10,000 rubles, and told him that this was his personal thanks to him.
"Thank you!" The Greek youth expressed his gratitude to Menshkov.
Afterwards, a young Greek of 210,000 rubles prepared to leave the Russian embassy.
The ambassador on the side stopped him "enthusiastically" and said, "Where do you want to go, my carriage can take you on a ride!"
The Greek-American youth instantly raised a cordon in his heart. He smiled and refused the ambassador's invitation: "No! I prefer walking to a horse-drawn carriage!"
"Then I won't be selfish anymore!" The ambassador sighed slightly and said regretfully.
Shortly after the Greek youth left, the ambassador, under the watchful eye of Menshkov, sent the military attache within the ambassador to track and find out the mastermind behind the Greek youth.
After an hour, the military attache returned to the embassy, and he reported to the ambassador and Menshkov that he had lost each other.
Unless the official Ottoman power is used, it will be difficult to find him.
"Trash!" Menshkov couldn't help but yelled angrily.
On the other hand, the Greek youth who successfully got rid of the military attache did not return immediately, and after a small circle around Constantinople, he returned to his slum house in the middle of the night.
"Klein, how are things going?" The Greek youth who had just entered the room heard someone calling his name.
Konstantin Klein, this is the name of the Greek youth, and the person who exchanged him is the mastermind behind the whole incident, and he is also the charge d'affaires of the French Embassy.
At this moment, he was fiddling with the revolver in his hand and looked at Klein nonchalantly.
"Sold out! This is 200,000 rubles!" The Greek youth handed the bill to the charge d'affaires.
"Is that all? No more?" The deputy military attache pointed the revolver at Constantine Klein.
"No... no more!" Konstantin Klein remembered the 10,000 rubles that Menshkov handed him to him when he was at the Russian embassy. At that time, Menshkov told him: "You are A smart kid, you deserve this money!"
I deserve the ten thousand rubles!
Konstantin Klein kept hinting to himself, his eyes became more and more determined.
The deputy military attache, who had no clue in Konstantin Klein's eyes, put away the revolver in his hand and warned viciously, "Don't play tricks with me, or you will die ugly!"
"No!" Konstantin Klein said with a flattering smile: "My sister and my family are still in your hands, I will never act rashly!"
"It's good to know!" The deputy military attache took out 10 silver coins with a face value of 20 kuru from his pocket: "This is your hard work this time!"
Klein pretended to be ecstatic~www.novelhall.com~ thanked him repeatedly and accepted the silver coins.
"My parents, my sister..." Klein asked about the whereabouts of his relatives.
"Don't worry! They will come back safe and sound! You are a smart child, and our cooperation will continue!" After the acting military attache responded to Constantine Klein, he left the slum.
After the deputy military attache had left for a while, Klein cursed with a grim expression, "Bastard!"
How could he do these things if his relatives weren't in the hands of that **** guy.
That night, Konstantin Klein did not wait for his parents and sister to return.
And a poor chargé d'affaires became a poor corpse in Constantinople.
The guy who killed him was none other than a servant living in the French embassy.
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Fuad Effendi, who left the Russian embassy, went to the residence of Prime Minister Muhammad Ali in the rain to report to Muhammad Ali on the invitation.
Once again led by the Greek servants into the room where Muhammad Ali was, Fuad Effendi saw Prime Minister Muhammad Ali leaning against the window. At this time, he was hunched over and thinking about something. From the back, Muhammad Ali looked like someone had his spine removed, and he looked so mourned.
"Prime Minister, Prime Minister!" Fuad Effendi whispered to Muhammad Ali.
Hearing the movement behind him, he turned and glanced behind him. After seeing Fuad Effendi coming, Muhammad Ali's mouth showed a forced smile and said, "You are here!"
Then, he stretched out his hand and invited Fuad Effendi, "Sit down! You're welcome!"
Fuad Effendi sat on the sofa, and Muhammad Ali sat beside Fuad Effendi.
Looking at the depressed Prime Minister in front of him, Fuad Effendi couldn't help but mutter in his heart. Since the Prime Minister himself did not speak, it is not easy for him to ask too much.
A minister of foreign affairs and a prime minister sat on two adjacent sofas without saying a word. After a while, Muhammad Ali said leisurely: "Just now, His Majesty the Sultan, summoned me to the palace to ask the cabinet about the countermeasures!"
"Your Majesty, is there any order for the sudden summons..." Fuad Effendi asked tentatively.
Muhammad Ali fell silent again, and then shook his head with a self-deprecating expression on the corner of his mouth: "Your Majesty didn't say anything, but I can feel that His Majesty is very dissatisfied with our passive resistance policy!"
"Then what are we going to do? The power of the empire cannot compete with the Russian empire! We must seek their help, even if the foreign aid itself is equally ambitious." the predicament.
Hearing Fuad's analysis, Muhammad Ali nodded noncommittally and replied, "I think Your Majesty should know this!"
Immediately, after looking at Fuad, he changed the topic: "But Constantinople doesn't know! The subjects living in the Ottoman Empire (here, the emphasis is on religious people) don't know this, the diplomatic strategy pursued by our group It seemed to them to be surrendering to the Russian Empire."
"Alas!" Fuad Eddie sighed, "They won't understand why we do this! They will only think that we are servilely to please those guys and satisfy our own interests!"
"Okay! Stop talking about these sad topics! Since we have chosen this path, we cannot give up halfway. The future of the Ottoman Empire depends on us to build!" Muhammad Ali quickly changed the subject and asked Fuad. Ediffen invited Menshkov if he was willing to participate in a welcome ceremony specially prepared for him by the Ottoman court.
Fuad Ediffen told Muhammad Ali about his "encounter" in Menshkov.
After listening to Fuad Effendi's narration, Muhammad Ali could only express his deep sympathy for what happened to him.
After the conversation, Muhammad Ali invited Fuad Ediffen to have a meal. During the meal, both of them felt very heavy, and neither of them wanted to say a word during the meal.
After the meal, Fuad Ediffen left Muhammad Ali's residence.
...
Early the next morning, the Russian ambassador went out to inquire about intelligence on the order of Menshkov.
The ambassador, who promised that he would find useful information for Menshkov, turned around as soon as he went out and went to one of the few opera houses in Constantinople, the Greek opera house, "for fun". Only the opera house and money can comfort him in a pagan country.
When the ambassador who entered the opera house entered his separate box as usual and waited for the opening, there was a knock on the door outside the box, and the ambassador immediately got up and opened the door.
When the ambassador opened the door of the box, a young Greek-blond 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 a look of disgust on the ambassador's face, and he really hated that uninvited fellows interrupted his mood.
Just when the ambassador was about to call someone, the young Greek man suddenly told the ambassador that he had secret information and wanted to advise the ambassador.
The ambassador turned to a surprised expression. He didn't understand how the other party knew that he was ordered to collect information.
Even so, the corner of the ambassador's mouth still revealed a disdainful expression: "How can you guarantee that what you said is correct!"
The Greek-American youth glanced at the crowd around him, and when he was sure that no one noticed them, he whispered, "Do you want to know what France wants to do next!"
"Don't you know?" the ambassador sneered involuntarily.
The Greek youth nodded noncommittally, and then revealed to the ambassador that he was just someone's glove.
The remarks and actions of the Greek youth made the ambassador some believe that the guy in front of him should be someone inside the French embassy.
With the attitude of preferring to believe what it is, not to believe it is not.
The Russian ambassador chose to buy news of the stranger, and the ambassador brought the stranger inside the embassy.
"Tell me! How much do you need?" the ambassador asked bluntly.
"My boss asked me to talk to your leader, Prince Menshkov!" the Greek youth said arrogantly to the ambassador.
The ambassador obviously understood that the other party wanted to cut out the middleman and speak directly to the source.
The unwilling ambassador turned to put on an official 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 see him! I won't say anything!" The other party responded to the ambassador with a deadly attitude.
After a while, the ambassador was defeated, and he quickly waved his hand and said to the other party, "Okay! Come with me!"
The Greek youth 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 his visit to the embassy, the ambassador did not forget to coerce and lure the Greek youth, hoping to get something out of his mouth, but unfortunately the Greek youth were unwilling to let go.
He was bitten to death and had to wait until after meeting with Menshkov to talk.
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 youth on the sofa, and he went to the second floor of the embassy to ask Prince Menshkov to go downstairs.
After a while, Prince Menshkov walked downstairs slowly and came to the Greek youth.
"I heard that you want to trade with me?" Menshkov looked curiously at the young Greek youth in front of him.
"That's right! However, to be precise, some people behind me gave you a suggestion!" The young man vaguely stated where he came from, and then looked at Menshkov and said, "You are Menshkov?"
"I am Menshkov!" Menshkov responded solemnly.
"Someone asked me to sell you a piece of news! I don't know, are you willing to buy it or not!" The Greek youth still asked with a smile on his face.
"News about what?" Menshkov was immediately interested, and he asked with a smile.
"News from France!" The Russian ambassador on the side hurriedly explained to Menshkov.
"Did I let you speak?" Menshkov asked impatiently.
When the ambassador saw this, he could only shut his mouth and listen.
"I have to see if this news is worth it!" Prince Menshkov replied to the Greek youth.
"Guaranteed value for money!" The Greek youth patted his chest and assured.
"How much do you price this message?" Menshkov asked the price of the message.
"Twenty-five... no, 200,000 rubles!" the Greek youth pointed out **** to Menshkov.
"200,000 rubles!" Menshkov was surprised at the Greek youth's lion. "This is not a small amount!"
"My intelligence is absolutely worth the money!" The Greek youth responded to Menshkov again.
Menshkov, who knew that the behind the Greek youth was probably an insider of the French embassy, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Deal! Two hundred thousand rubles is two hundred thousand rubles!"
"Then bring it!" The Greek-American youth stretched out his hand and counted Menshkov's money.
"Spend 200,000 rubles from the embassy's account and give it to this..." After a moment of hesitation, Prince Menshkov referred to the Greek youth as "friend".
The ambassador had to listen to Menshkov's words and pulled 200,000 rubles from the embassy's mutual draw.
The ambassador handed the 200,000 ruble bills to the hands of the Greek youth and explained: "These bills are the bills of the famous Rothschild family. With the bills, you can go to any Rothschild family bank in Europe to have a conversation!"
"Got it!" An impatient expression appeared on the face of the Greek youth.
Immediately afterwards, the Greek youth informed Menshkov of the information.
"What! The French Empire is going to dispatch a fleet!" Menshkov's face changed instantly. He knew that once the French army dispatched a fleet, the ambitions of the Russian Empire would definitely be in vain.
Forefoot himself had just asked Kornilov to destroy the Ottoman Navy as quickly as possible, without giving Britain and France an excuse to interfere.
The hind foot heard that France wanted to defend the Ottoman Empire and gave the ambassador the right to dispatch warships quickly.
Menshkov felt a little tricky. He had to find a chance to go to the French embassy and try to get the understanding of France.
"Is this information important!" The voice of the Greek youth once again reached Menshkov's ears.
"Your information is very important to me!" Menshkov, who had recovered, thanked the Greek youth, handed him another 10,000 rubles, and told him that this was his personal thanks to him.
"Thank you!" The Greek youth expressed his gratitude to Menshkov.
Afterwards, a young Greek of 210,000 rubles prepared to leave the Russian embassy.
The ambassador on the side stopped him "enthusiastically" and said, "Where do you want to go, my carriage can take you on a ride!"
The Greek-American youth instantly raised a cordon in his heart. He smiled and refused the ambassador's invitation: "No! I prefer walking to a horse-drawn carriage!"
"Then I won't be selfish anymore!" The ambassador sighed slightly and said regretfully.
Shortly after the Greek youth left, the ambassador, under the watchful eye of Menshkov, sent the military attache within the ambassador to track and find out the mastermind behind the Greek youth.
After an hour, the military attache returned to the embassy, and he reported to the ambassador and Menshkov that he had lost each other.
Unless the official Ottoman power is used, it will be difficult to find him.
"Trash!" Menshkov couldn't help but yelled angrily.
On the other hand, the Greek youth who successfully got rid of the military attache did not return immediately, and after a small circle around Constantinople, he returned to his slum house in the middle of the night.
"Klein, how are things going?" The Greek youth who had just entered the room heard someone calling his name.
Konstantin Klein, this is the name of the Greek youth, and the person who exchanged him is the mastermind behind the whole incident, and he is also the charge d'affaires of the French Embassy.
At this moment, he was fiddling with the revolver in his hand and looked at Klein nonchalantly.
"Sold out! This is 200,000 rubles!" The Greek youth handed the bill to the charge d'affaires.
"Is that all? No more?" The deputy military attache pointed the revolver at Constantine Klein.
"No... no more!" Konstantin Klein remembered the 10,000 rubles that Menshkov handed him to him when he was at the Russian embassy. At that time, Menshkov told him: "You are A smart kid, you deserve this money!"
I deserve the ten thousand rubles!
Konstantin Klein kept hinting to himself, his eyes became more and more determined.
The deputy military attache, who had no clue in Konstantin Klein's eyes, put away the revolver in his hand and warned viciously, "Don't play tricks with me, or you will die ugly!"
"No!" Konstantin Klein said with a flattering smile: "My sister and my family are still in your hands, I will never act rashly!"
"It's good to know!" The deputy military attache took out 10 silver coins with a face value of 20 kuru from his pocket: "This is your hard work this time!"
Klein pretended to be ecstatic~www.novelhall.com~ thanked him repeatedly and accepted the silver coins.
"My parents, my sister..." Klein asked about the whereabouts of his relatives.
"Don't worry! They will come back safe and sound! You are a smart child, and our cooperation will continue!" After the acting military attache responded to Constantine Klein, he left the slum.
After the deputy military attache had left for a while, Klein cursed with a grim expression, "Bastard!"
How could he do these things if his relatives weren't in the hands of that **** guy.
That night, Konstantin Klein did not wait for his parents and sister to return.
And a poor chargé d'affaires became a poor corpse in Constantinople.
The guy who killed him was none other than a servant living in the French embassy.
Fuad Effendi, who left the Russian embassy, went to the residence of Prime Minister Muhammad Ali in the rain to report to Muhammad Ali on the invitation.Once again led by the Greek servants into the room where Muhammad Ali was, Fuad Effendi saw Prime Minister Muhammad Ali leaning against the window. At this time, he was hunched over and thinking about something. From the back, Muhammad Ali looked like someone had his spine removed, and he looked so mourned."Prime Minister, Prime Minister!" Fuad Effendi whispered to Muhammad Ali.Hearing the movement behind him, he turned and glanced behind him. After seeing Fuad Effendi coming, Muhammad Ali's mouth showed a forced smile and said, "You are here!"Then, he stretched out his hand and invited Fuad Effendi, "Sit down! You're welcome!"Fuad Effendi sat on the sofa, and Muhammad Ali sat beside Fuad Effendi.Looking at the depressed Prime Minister in front of him, Fuad Effendi couldn't help but mutter in his heart. Since the Prime Minister himself did not speak, it is not easy for him to ask too much.A minister of foreign affairs and a prime minister sat on two adjacent sofas without saying a word. After a while, Muhammad Ali said leisurely: "Just now, His Majesty the Sultan, summoned me to the palace to ask the cabinet about the countermeasures!""Your Majesty, is there any order for the sudden summons..." Fuad Effendi asked tentatively.Muhammad Ali fell silent again, and then shook his head with a self-deprecating expression on the corner of his mouth: "Your Majesty didn't say anything, but I can feel that His Majesty is very dissatisfied with our passive resistance policy!""Then what are we going to do? The power of the empire cannot compete with the Russian empire! We must seek their help, even if the foreign aid itself is equally ambitious." the predicament.Hearing Fuad's analysis, Muhammad Ali nodded noncommittally and replied, "I think Your Majesty should know this!"Immediately, after looking at Fuad, he changed the topic: "But Constantinople doesn't know! The subjects living in the Ottoman Empire here, the emphasis is on religious people don't know this, the diplomatic strategy pursued by our group It seemed to them to be surrendering to the Russian Empire.""Alas!" Fuad Eddie sighed, "They won't understand why we do this! They will only think that we are servilely to please those guys and satisfy our own interests!""Okay! Stop talking about these sad topics! Since we have chosen this path, we cannot give up halfway. The future of the Ottoman Empire depends on us to build!" Muhammad Ali quickly changed the subject and asked Fuad. Ediffen invited Menshkov if he was willing to participate in a welcome ceremony specially prepared for him by the Ottoman court.Fuad Ediffen told Muhammad Ali about his "encounter" in Menshkov.After listening to Fuad Effendi's narration, Muhammad Ali could only express his deep sympathy for what happened to him.After the conversation, Muhammad Ali invited Fuad Ediffen to have a meal. During the meal, both of them felt very heavy, and neither of them wanted to say a word during the meal.After the meal, Fuad Ediffen left Muhammad Ali's residence....Early the next morning, the Russian ambassador went out to inquire about intelligence on the order of Menshkov.The ambassador, who promised that he would find useful information for Menshkov, turned around as soon as he went out and went to one of the few opera houses in Constantinople, the Greek opera house, "for fun". Only the opera house and money can comfort him in a pagan country.When the ambassador who entered the opera house entered his separate box as usual and waited for the opening, there was a knock on the door outside the box, and the ambassador immediately got up and opened the door.When the ambassador opened the door of the box, a young Greek-blond 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 a look of disgust on the ambassador's face, and he really hated that uninvited fellows interrupted his mood.Just when the ambassador was about to call someone, the young Greek man suddenly told the ambassador that he had secret information and wanted to advise the ambassador.The ambassador turned to a surprised expression. He didn't understand how the other party knew that he was ordered to collect information.Even so, the corner of the ambassador's mouth still revealed a disdainful expression: "How can you guarantee that what you said is correct!"The Greek-American youth glanced at the crowd around him, and when he was sure that no one noticed them, he whispered, "Do you want to know what France wants to do next!""Don't you know?" the ambassador sneered involuntarily.The Greek youth nodded noncommittally, and then revealed to the ambassador that he was just someone's glove.The remarks and actions of the Greek youth made the ambassador some believe that the guy in front of him should be someone inside the French embassy.With the attitude of preferring to believe what it is, not to believe it is not.The Russian ambassador chose to buy news of the stranger, and the ambassador brought the stranger inside the embassy."Tell me! How much do you need?" the ambassador asked bluntly."My boss asked me to talk to your leader, Prince Menshkov!" the Greek youth said arrogantly to the ambassador.The ambassador obviously understood that the other party wanted to cut out the middleman and speak directly to the source.The unwilling ambassador turned to put on an official 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 see him! I won't say anything!" The other party responded to the ambassador with a deadly attitude.After a while, the ambassador was defeated, and he quickly waved his hand and said to the other party, "Okay! Come with me!"The Greek youth 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 his visit to the embassy, the ambassador did not forget to coerce and lure the Greek youth, hoping to get something out of his mouth, but unfortunately the Greek youth were unwilling to let go.He was bitten to death and had to wait until after meeting with Menshkov to talk.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 youth on the sofa, and he went to the second floor of the embassy to ask Prince Menshkov to go downstairs.After a while, Prince Menshkov walked downstairs slowly and came to the Greek youth."I heard that you want to trade with me?" Menshkov looked curiously at the young Greek youth in front of him."That's right! However, to be precise, some people behind me gave you a suggestion!" The young man vaguely stated where he came from, and then looked at Menshkov and said, "You are Menshkov?""I am Menshkov!" Menshkov responded solemnly."Someone asked me to sell you a piece of news! I don't know, are you willing to buy it or not!" The Greek youth still asked with a smile on his face."News about what?" Menshkov was immediately interested, and he asked with a smile."News from France!" The Russian ambassador on the side hurriedly explained to Menshkov."Did I let you speak?" Menshkov asked impatiently.When the ambassador saw this, he could only shut his mouth and listen."I have to see if this news is worth it!" Prince Menshkov replied to the Greek youth."Guaranteed value for money!" The Greek youth patted his chest and assured."How much do you price this message?" Menshkov asked the price of the message."Twenty-five... no, 200,000 rubles!" the Greek youth pointed out **** to Menshkov."200,000 rubles!" Menshkov was surprised at the Greek youth's lion. "This is not a small amount!""My intelligence is absolutely worth the money!" The Greek youth responded to Menshkov again.Menshkov, who knew that the behind the Greek youth was probably an insider of the French embassy, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Deal! Two hundred thousand rubles is two hundred thousand rubles!""Then bring it!" The Greek-American youth stretched out his hand and counted Menshkov's money."Spend 200,000 rubles from the embassy's account and give it to this..." After a moment of hesitation, Prince Menshkov referred to the Greek youth as "friend".The ambassador had to listen to Menshkov's words and pulled 200,000 rubles from the embassy's mutual draw.The ambassador handed the 200,000 ruble bills to the hands of the Greek youth and explained: "These bills are the bills of the famous Rothschild family. With the bills, you can go to any Rothschild family bank in Europe to have a conversation!""Got it!" An impatient expression appeared on the face of the Greek youth.Immediately afterwards, the Greek youth informed Menshkov of the information."What! The French Empire is going to dispatch a fleet!" Menshkov's face changed instantly. He knew that once the French army dispatched a fleet, the ambitions of the Russian Empire would definitely be in vain.Forefoot himself had just asked Kornilov to destroy the Ottoman Navy as quickly as possible, without giving Britain and France an excuse to interfere.The hind foot heard that France wanted to defend the Ottoman Empire and gave the ambassador the right to dispatch warships quickly.Menshkov felt a little tricky. He had to find a chance to go to the French embassy and try to get the understanding of France."Is this information important!" The voice of the Greek youth once again reached Menshkov's ears."Your information is very important to me!" Menshkov, who had recovered, thanked the Greek youth, handed him another 10,000 rubles, and told him that this was his personal thanks to him."Thank you!" The Greek youth expressed his gratitude to Menshkov.Afterwards, a young Greek of 210,000 rubles prepared to leave the Russian embassy.The ambassador on the side stopped him "enthusiastically" and said, "Where do you want to go, my carriage can take you on a ride!"The Greek-American youth instantly raised a cordon in his heart. He smiled and refused the ambassador's invitation: "No! I prefer walking to a horse-drawn carriage!""Then I won't be selfish anymore!" The ambassador sighed slightly and said regretfully.Shortly after the Greek youth left, the ambassador, under the watchful eye of Menshkov, sent the military attache within the ambassador to track and find out the mastermind behind the Greek youth.After an hour, the military attache returned to the embassy, and he reported to the ambassador and Menshkov that he had lost each other.Unless the official Ottoman power is used, it will be difficult to find him."Trash!" Menshkov couldn't help but yelled angrily.On the other hand, the Greek youth who successfully got rid of the military attache did not return immediately, and after a small circle around Constantinople, he returned to his slum house in the middle of the night."Klein, how are things going?" The Greek youth who had just entered the room heard someone calling his name.Konstantin Klein, this is the name of the Greek youth, and the person who exchanged him is the mastermind behind the whole incident, and he is also the charge d'affaires of the French Embassy.At this moment, he was fiddling with the revolver in his hand and looked at Klein nonchalantly."Sold out! This is 200,000 rubles!" The Greek youth handed the bill to the charge d'affaires."Is that all? No more?" The deputy military attache pointed the revolver at Constantine Klein."No... no more!" Konstantin Klein remembered the 10,000 rubles that Menshkov handed him to him when he was at the Russian embassy. At that time, Menshkov told him: "You are A smart kid, you deserve this money!"I deserve the ten thousand rubles!Konstantin Klein kept hinting to himself, his eyes became more and more determined.The deputy military attache, who had no clue in Konstantin Klein's eyes, put away the revolver in his hand and warned viciously, "Don't play tricks with me, or you will die ugly!""No!" Konstantin Klein said with a flattering smile: "My sister and my family are still in your hands, I will never act rashly!""It's good to know!" The deputy military attache took out 10 silver coins with a face value of 20 kuru from his pocket: "This is your hard work this time!"Klein pretended to be ecstatic~www.novelhall.com~ thanked him repeatedly and accepted the silver coins."My parents, my sister..." Klein asked about the whereabouts of his relatives."Don't worry! They will come back safe and sound! You are a smart child, and our cooperation will continue!" After the acting military attache responded to Constantine Klein, he left the slum.After the deputy military attache had left for a while, Klein cursed with a grim expression, "Bastard!"How could he do these things if his relatives weren't in the hands of that **** guy.That night, Konstantin Klein did not wait for his parents and sister to return.And a poor charg d'affaires became a poor corpse in Constantinople.The guy who killed him was none other than a servant living in the French embassy.
