I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

"Duke Dalier, aren't you busy with His Majesty's international fashion business, why come here when you have time?"

Vorontsov didn't sit down either, and smiled authentically.

Vorontsov didn't sit down, and Dalier naturally didn't have a seat, and Dalier also saw that Vorontsov didn't seem to want to talk to him for too long.

Or rather, eager to send him away.

Dalier didn't dare to delay, and he didn't dare to say polite words, lest if he said something more, Vorontsov would use other reasons to leave. He said with a smile on his face:

"Minister of General Affairs, didn't I hear that you solicited funds from the nobles to buy red bricks? Your lord has the heart to serve the country. As the Duke, I, Dalier, have attended several meetings with His Majesty's permission. Naturally, it is my duty .”

Dalier spoke impassionedly, but his little eyes were full of calculations.

His Majesty's running of the Queen's Fund is vivid in his mind, and the situation now seems to be exactly the same as last time. He rushed over like a shark smelling blood.

Even if you can't participate in a deal, it's good to show your face in front of His Majesty.

After all, he has been away since the last meeting and has not seen His Majesty for a long time.

Vorontsov looked at Dalier, and Dalier smiled with him. Vorontsov clearly saw the insight under Dalier's smile, and he frowned.

Thinking that Dalier was one of the few people who participated in the confidential meeting after all, he simply waved his hand. After everyone else withdrew, Vorontsov sat down and motioned for Duke Dalier to sit down , slowly opened the mouth and said:

"Duke Dalier, since you and I are both trusted by His Majesty, I will pretend that I didn't hear what you just said. Let me ask you again now, Mr. Duke, why did you come here?"

Dalier didn't pretend anymore. If he continued to pretend, he would undoubtedly anger the Minister of Internal Affairs and Services. He said in a low voice:

"As I said just now, didn't the Privy Council set up a transportation bureau? I am willing to contract the red bricks produced for half a year. I just hope that I can get a job in the transportation bureau, for example, the deputy director."

Dalier did not open his mouth like a lion, because he thought of Notre Dame.

Notre Dame is also an institution set up by the Privy Council, but only the vice president, the vice president is Ivanovic, the president has been vacant, or will not be set up at all, God knows who it will be?

In Dalier's mind, the dean would probably be the highest one. The reason why he didn't make it clear was that according to His Majesty's character, it was perfectly normal.

Ivanovic is the director of the mysterious office, and he can only be the deputy director. Then the traffic bureau...

If he can become the deputy director, I am afraid that this position will be promoted a lot invisibly, and Dalier knows that neither the Privy Council nor His Majesty will set up a department for no reason.

There must be a deep intention, and having a deep intention also means having real power.

In addition, if he can become the deputy director, even if he is named, he may have more opportunities to meet with His Majesty.

The reason why nobles from other provinces are so crowded to come to Moscow or St. Petersburg is nothing more than to be one step closer to the imperial palace and have more opportunities for promotion.

Hearing Dalier's words, Vorontsov almost laughed.

Although he was looking directly at Dalier, his eyes were squinting. Both of them understood that the Transportation Bureau would not be a department destined to be very bleak in the mouth of the nobles outside, on the contrary.

So, as a deputy director in this department...

Vorontsov smiled and said:

"Duke, how dare you think that you want to be the deputy director after only contracting the red bricks for half a year. If I'm not wrong, His Majesty has assigned you some international fashion agency rights. I believe you have earned a lot. "

An embarrassed smile appeared on Dalier's face.

Relying on His Majesty's favor, he has indeed earned a lot, but compared with His Majesty's, what he earns is nothing but drizzle, completely, completely incomparable, and he dare not compare it.

Dalier gritted his teeth and said:
"Minister of Internal Affairs and Services, I am willing to contract for a year. What do you think?"

Vorontsov couldn't help being taken aback. As for the specific income of fashion, the ministers of His Majesty did not dare to inquire in detail, and even deliberately did not inquire. Eat so fat?

Vorontsov frowned and shook his head, and said lightly:
"Duke, we are here in Russia, not France, or England. Do you think you can buy an official position as long as you pay enough money?"

Dalier froze for a moment, couldn't he?
Then he heard Vorontsov's accent, and his accent fell on "pay enough money", Dalier's small eyes couldn't help but stare round and wide.

He is bleeding profusely now!
"Minister of Internal Affairs and Services, what I'm talking about is the national output of red bricks for half a year. Don't you think it's just St. Petersburg and Moscow?"

Dalier said seriously.

Vorontsov didn't bother to reply to Dalier's words, St. Petersburg and Moscow, what a joke.

But he still said patiently:

"If you're talking about Moscow and St. Petersburg, I think I want justice for my humiliation, and we've talked enough time."

Vorontsov showed a hint of impatience.

Dalier's serious expression suddenly turned into a smooth and pleasing one. While he was cursing Vorontsov in his heart like a fat bear who had been poor for eight lifetimes, he said with blood dripping from his heart:

"One year, at most one year!"

Vorontsov stood up, flicked the non-existent dust from the hem of the jersey, and was about to leave.

Dalier's eyelids twitched, and he also stood up. He lowered his voice, and the words he said almost seemed to pop out one by one:
"Two years, no matter how many more, I will sell Yusupov Palace, Minister of General Affairs, I am also the person in front of His Majesty after all, you can't be so heartless."

Only then did Vorontsov show a smile, but it was only a trace. His voice became gentler and said:

"In three years, you will be the deputy director of the Transportation Bureau immediately. I will immediately draw up a proposal and present it to His Majesty. I believe that, as the person in front of His Majesty, His Majesty will definitely agree to your request to become the Deputy Director."

Daleye was stunned, and looked at Vorontsov in disbelief, feeling like a thunderbolt.

He was so angry that he wanted to laugh out loud.

Did Vorontsov know what he was talking about?
How much red bricks can be produced nationwide in half a year, how much can be produced in a year, not to mention three years?

He really thinks his Yusupov family is a gold mine?
Vorontsov said kindly:

"Your Excellency, I did a little calculation for you. According to the current output, even if the production is expanded, it will cost about 7000 million rubles in three years, which is equivalent to only 9000 million rubles a year, and only 750 million rubles a month. Rubles, only 25 rubles a day, can this amount of money be considered money for your Yusupov family? Isn’t it enough to squeeze it out?”

7000 million rubles...

Only 750 million rubles a month...