Chapter 227 The National Intelligence Service is in action
After President Jérôme Bonaparte's order was issued, Marcel Jerug did not dare to neglect anything. He hurriedly returned to the National Intelligence Agency and hurriedly summoned his division chiefs for a meeting.
"His Excellency the President requires us to learn as much as possible about the East! Who among you knows about it?" Marcel Jerug asked his division chiefs with a stern face and a cold voice.
The chiefs looked at each other and were speechless. How could they, former police officers who were transferred from the police department by Marcel Jerug, know this?
Not to mention the East, as well as the German and Italian regions adjacent to them, they only began to understand it under the order of the director.
"Director, is the East you are talking about the Ottoman Empire?" One of the division chiefs asked Marcel Jerug cautiously.
Marcel Jerug cursed casually: "Idiots! If it's the Ottoman Empire, do I still need you?"
The director of the department who was hit by Marcel Jerugger showed an embarrassed expression, and the whole party fell into an awkward atmosphere again.
With the lessons learned from the previous director, the other director acted more cautiously and said: "Director, I think it is useless for you to ask us about this kind of thing! Most of the people present have not gone abroad!"
"So? Are you going to give up your career?" Marcel Jerug's voice became even colder.
"No...no!" The director hurriedly informed Marcel Jerug of his method: "I think this matter needs the help of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs! Only the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is the department that knows the most about them!
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Marcel Jerug suddenly realized that instead of asking these guys, it would be better to go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs himself to inquire about the situation.
The President often says that he needs to contact the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and that foreign work is inseparable from the protection of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Now is not an opportunity to contact the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
There is a saying: When you think of connecting with others, the sky and the earth will be widened in an instant.
Marcel Jerug, who was open-minded, quickly ended the meeting and went to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs alone.
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Marcel Jeruger, who entered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, was led by the State Secretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to the door of the minister's office. The State Secretary gently knocked on the door of the minister's office.
"Please come in!" De Ruys's voice came from the minister's office.
"Director Marcel, I will send you here!" The Secretary of State said goodbye to Marcel Jerug in a low voice.
Marcel Jerug took a deep breath and entered Minister De Ruys' office.
At this time, De Ruys was sitting on the sofa reading diplomatic intelligence from the German region. The battle between Prussia and Austria affected the entire Ministry of Foreign Affairs, so that De Ruys had to spend a lot of time every day to read it.
Organize and file existing information so that you can respond calmly when asked by the president.
As the door opened with a click, De Ruys saw Marcel Jerug entering the room, and he showed a look of surprise with a hint of fear.
As one of the ministers of the cabinet, De Ruys heard rumors that the president had established a secret police, and the leader of this secret police was Marcel Jerug.
Therefore, De Ruys was still a little afraid of Marcel Jerug's arrival.
"Director Marcel, please sit down!" De Luys smiled and waved his hand, motioning for Marcel Jerug to come and sit down.
"Minister De Ruys!" A smile appeared on Marcel Jerug's tense face, and he sat next to De Ruys.
De Luys put down the newspaper in his hand and made a tentative and measured joke: "Mr. Director came to me not to arrest me, right?"
"Of course not!" Marcel Jerug certainly understood De Ruys's temptation, and he said decisively to De Ruys: "Your Excellency, Minister, I hope to check your ministry's information on green fruits!"
"Qingguo? What do you want this for?" De Luys was stunned for a few seconds and asked subconsciously.
Marcel Jerug smiled and did not answer De Luys' question.
"I'm really sorry!" De Luys, who realized that he had made a mistake, quickly said that he did not intend to spy on anything.
"It's nothing! Your Excellency, Minister, you should understand without me having to tell you!" Marcel Jerug revealed a little bit of news to De Ruys that was not news.
De Luys also understood what Marcel Jerug meant. He hurriedly called his personal secretary over and asked his personal secretary to find Da Qingguo's files.
The private secretary quickly went to the archives of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and took the duplicate version of the information related to Qingguo to the minister's office.
Looking at the information piled up almost half a meter high, Marcel Jerug nodded with satisfaction.
De Luys then assisted Marcel Jerug: "If these are not enough, I suggest you go to the French Academy, there are some people there who know something about green fruits!"
"Yeah! I know!" Marcel Jerug pointed to all the information and said to De Luys: "I can take them all back, no problem!"
"Of course!" De Ruys responded immediately: "These are just copies! However, after using these materials, just remember to process them uniformly!"
"Um!"
Marcel Jerug put all the information on the carriage and transported himself back.
De Luys, who was standing in the minister's office and looking down at the carriage, silently put the collection of intelligence on the Far East in his heart. Now it seems that the president's next target may be the far east?
Returning to the National Intelligence Agency with the information, Marcel Jerugger spent all day and night reading all the information, including missionary information and the contents of the "Whampoa Treaty".
Finally, Jérôme Bonaparte got a rough understanding of the green fruit in half the time of the agreement. Then he followed De Ruys's suggestion and found the Physiocratic academicians of the French Academy and got part of the understanding from their mouths.
Reviews of Qingguo.
Finally, the work was completed within the time period agreed by Jérôme Bonaparte.
When Alexander Valewski found Marcel Jerug, the confident Marcel Jerug followed Valewski to the Elysée Palace.
"Now tell me what you think of that country!" Jérôme Bonaparte, who was sitting opposite Marcel Jerug, put his hands clasped on the desk and leaned forward slightly in a relaxed posture.
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"According to the correspondence between the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and missionaries, I found that the country was once a country with strong military force. Now it is crumbling, with a deep-rooted land system and Junkers (Marcel Jerug's understanding of small landowners) that restrain the land.
Juncker) made it difficult for that country to undergo earth-shaking changes! Their officials were so corrupt that they could not collect even the most basic agricultural taxes! Fragile finances made their army decline. Not to mention, in the Ten
In the war two years ago, they lost to the British army. An inefficient tax system and an army that lost its deterrence could easily lead to a large-scale uprising!" Marcel Jerug cautiously told Jérôme
.Bonaparte explained his understanding.
"That's very well said!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled and applauded Marcel Jerug, "Then do you think we can gain benefits in this country?"
Marcel Jerug showed an expression of astonishment, he did not understand what Jerome Bonaparte meant.
Could it be that the president wants to launch a war against Qingguo?
"Their land system cannot satisfy the transportation of our industrial products..." Marcel Jerug has obviously put in the effort. Self-sufficiency under the small-scale peasant economy is indeed unable to satisfy France's export of interests.
Not to mention France, even Britain next door can only make profits by selling opium.
Jérôme Bonaparte once saw a piece of information in his previous life. Before 1860, the price of cloth produced by British textile machines exceeded the price of Jiangnan homespun cloth, so that British foreign cloth was steadily losing ground in front of homespun cloth.
, almost being exported in reverse.
France's commercial interests in the East were far smaller than those of Britain, and its share of exported goods was even smaller.
"If there is no space, we can create space!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to Marcel Jerug: "As you said, the green fruit is now like a burning fire cooking oil! Just a little spark, the whole oil pan
It will explode instantly! Their army will not be able to effectively suppress the free people below, and the free people will rise and the whole country will fall into large-scale turmoil! During this period, we can support the careerists with weapons. Although the profit is far less than
Opium, but enough to open a way for our finances! Marcel, you know what I mean!"
"You are planning to let me open up a market!" Marcel Jerug understood what Jerome Bonaparte meant.
"That's right!" Jérôme Bonaparte nodded. In later generations, the CIA will be able to sell arms all over the world, and the National Intelligence Service cannot fall behind: "The weapons France needs to sell at present are about 500,000 rifles, so
We must choose a market that is fast enough to consume 500,000 rifles! There is nothing more suitable than Qingguo!"
"Your Majesty, under what name will we go?" Marcel Jerome asked Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Missionary! In that country, missionaries can travel unimpeded through their subordinate provinces! Remember, anyone can sell your arms, no matter whether they are official or rebels!" For some reason, Jérôme Bonnet
There was an uncontrollable anger in Ba's heart, so that his words could not help but be a little fierce.
"I... understand!" Marcel Jerug didn't understand why Jerome Bonaparte suddenly became angry, so he responded quickly.
"Okay! Go and get ready!" Jérôme Bonaparte asked again.
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After the Whampoa Treaty was signed, although the Qing government clearly refused to preach outside the Five Countries, in fact the local bureaucrats turned a blind eye to the French missionaries outside the Five Counties.
