"Dad, what's going on with this account? Ask Aziz to come see me!"

"My son, don't lose your temper. You are the Grand Vizier now, so be careful with your words and deeds."

"No, dad. According to the various raw materials obtained by the No. 1 Plastics Factory last month, even if the number of losses and defective products is extremely wide, the plastics factory should have at least 1 ton of polyester leaving the factory last month, but I

What do you see in this ledger? 300 kilograms? Does Aziz really think I’m a fool?”

"Ibrahim, you are the leader of the country. You must be calm. You sit down first." After patting the cushion next to him and asking Iprahim to sit down, Old Sokoli gave him a glass of water in an orderly manner.

, and then said: "You suspect Aziz of corruption, right? Well, his character is considered very good among our Sokoli family, and corruption is impossible. In fact, last month, the plastic factory

The amount of polyester produced was 1.3 tons. I asked him to hand over the change and gave away the rest."

"What? Dad, even if you want to give it away, why do you want to give it so much?"

"Of course, my child. Let me calculate it for you. The sultan's royal family has 100 kilograms, and the governors and pashas from various places have a total of 300 kilograms. The various dignitaries in Istanbul have 300 kilograms. Our relatives and friends have 200 kilograms. Your subordinates

The main officer, 100 kilograms. It’s really not wasted at all.”

"I..." If the bad old man in front of him hadn't spared no effort to support him for the past thirty years, Ibrahim would have wanted to pull out a knife and chop him down.

"Hey, I really shouldn't have let Richelieu go in the first place."

"My son, what are you talking about? With Richelieu's character, if he was still in charge of all this, how could he take out such good things and give them away everywhere? In this way, all the money went into our Sokoli family

, what will other companies and the officers below you think?"

The old man hugged his shoulders: "I have calculated that at the current market price, the profit of polyester after it is launched is more than ten times. Even if we give away so much, we will still make a profit. My son, money is something that everyone needs

Earning together can last a long time."

"Dad, it's not okay for you to think like this. I will use the money earned from this plastic factory to continue to expand production and earn more profits. Only through this can I set up more gun factories and have the money to fund them.

For poor students to study, let our military schools continue to provide free admission to all students... Moreover, plastic is really useful. Making money from civilian products is only one aspect, and the amount invested in military use will also increase in the future.

...Also, to win over people's hearts, just set up a joint-stock company and draw them in to share dividends. Directly giving money and things is a low-level approach. Moreover, my officers already have shares in the Transcaucasian Heavy Factory, and they also

There is a military security fund, which is enough for them to have food and clothing for a lifetime. If this is given too much at once, it will easily cause the combat effectiveness of my troops to plummet!"

"Ah? That's it, okay, okay, my son, I did something wrong this time. Next time, how about we discuss a plan in advance?"

Looking at the unrepentant old man in front of him, Ibrahim felt a burst of anger: This was a typical old Ottoman bureaucrat, and papering was his instinct. After Richelieu was forced to leave, he had no choice but to let his

My father, this guy who had been Grand Vizier before, came to help him preside over civil affairs. However, after a period of time passed, he found that he missed Richelieu immensely!

"My son." Seeing that Ibrahim still looked worried, Old Sokoli quickly started a new topic: "Yesterday, the King of Spain, the man named Philip, wrote me a personal letter."

"Huh? I wrote it for you too."

"Haha, yes. In his letter, in addition to expressing his intention to form an invisible alliance with us, he also said that you may have prejudices against him. Let me advise you not to act out of emotion."

"Hmph, I despise this kind of scumbag who personally killed his own brother. To form an alliance with him? I'm not interested."

"Hey." Old Sokoli scratched his head and said in confusion: "My son, after all, you have been a Grand Vizier for many years, why do you still have the same thoughts as a teenager? Then

His Royal Highness Rudolf has such a high prestige in the army, no matter which country he is placed in, the monarch will not let him continue to exist? To be honest, I am amazed that His Majesty Philip tolerated it for so long before taking action.

His forbearance is gone.”

Looking at his son who was bowing his head in silence, the old man said: "This matter is very important. It is a matter of life and death for our entire Ottoman country and our family. Although my son, my father is far inferior in some new technologies and new ideas.

But when it comes to moving between various forces, I am much better than you. Just be patient and listen to what I have to say."

"...Dad, please tell me."

"First of all, in the wars between Europe and the Ottomans in recent years, what both sides are basically pursuing are things like land, population, and wealth. As for faith? Ha, that is what the people below believe. For example, we at the top,

How can you believe that? Before, we were not allied with France.

Secondly, we cannot defeat the EU now, and we need time to accumulate strength. Since we cannot defeat the EU, wouldn’t it be good to form an alliance? By then, in addition to continuing to develop black soil on the northern shore of the Black Sea, we can also go east and take

It’s the land of the Persians. Well, I heard that His Majesty Abbas is dying, right?”

"……Yes."

"Hahaha, this Sha Zhongsha who has been strong all his life is so miserable in his later years. He killed his eldest son and second son, and stabbed his youngest son blind. Who will he choose as his successor?"

"Dad, His Majesty Abbas may choose his eldest grandson Safi as his heir."

"What kind of person is he? How much does it cost to have His Majesty Abbas?"

As a traveler in the Middle East, although Ibrahim is not a history major, he is quite clear about the major events in this area: after Abbas died, it was his eldest grandson Safa who inherited the position of Shah in the Safi Dynasty.

Fei (yes, the name of this Sha Zhongsha is the same as the name of the dynasty).

This Safi Shah was severely traumatized in his early years because he saw his father killed by his grandfather. After taking the throne, he launched a crazy revenge and killed Abbas's important ministers.

He killed them all. On the one hand, he was extremely insecure and killed all his brothers.

In addition to killing and killing in the country, this Safi's daily life was to smoke opium, drink alcohol, and sleep. After he came to the throne, the entire Safi Persia immediately turned from prosperity to decline: the west was beaten steadily by the Ottomans.

After being defeated, they vomited out everything they had eaten before, and even dumped a lot of it. To the north, they were blasted by the Uzbeks. In the end, they were so weak that even the Mughal Empire could bully them.

"How many percent? Humph." Yipraxin snorted disdainfully: "Not even half a percent."

"Ah?" Hearing this, the old man jumped up quickly: "Then what are you talking about? Form an alliance with Europe, and then move the main force eastward to attack him! Hiss, speaking of it, Persia has a larger population than us, right? Even if

Not as good as us, but not too far behind."

At first, Ibrahim felt a little embarrassed that His Majesty Abbas took so much care of him back then and now he bullied his grandson as soon as he passed away. But the words of old Sokoli quickly woke him up: the population is

!Persia has a population of nearly 20 million!

However, they sent two divisions to support in that battle to destroy the country, and still suffered such huge losses. How could they do this?

The so-called knowing son is better than his father. Seeing Ibrahim's tangled expression, old Sokoli still didn't know what his son was thinking: "My son, you are very smart and excellent, but your biggest shortcoming is

The sense of justice in your heart is really too strong. Please remember that there is never friendship, right or wrong between countries, there are only interests. Do you think His Majesty Abbas sent two main divisions to help you because he was affectionate?

Houyi? Wrong, that’s because His Majesty saw that if we can’t stop the EU, Persia will be the next to suffer! He is not helping us, he is using us to ward off disasters!”

What dad said does make sense, but I just don’t like that guy Philip!

However, after repeated persuasion by the old Sokoli, in January 1629, Ibrahim finally wrote a reply to Philip.

"I agree to an invisible alliance between the two parties and provide you with a complete set of polyester production processes on the premise of obtaining a complete set of European electrical technology. To show my sincerity, I will lower the commercial taxes of European merchants in the Ottoman Empire to be consistent with domestic merchants.
Chapter completed!