Facing Carlo's hopeful eyes, Cairoli, as Prime Minister, took over the plan that entrusted his hard work.
After reading it patiently, the Prime Minister handed Carlo's plan to others for review. After everyone circulated it, Carlo patiently waited for a reply.
Although the finance minister secretly pouted during this, Carlo was still patient. Patience is a virtue, especially for a fifteen-year-old like him.
But he immediately felt that his patience was about to be exhausted.
"Your Majesty, this plan is very good. It can serve as a guide for Italy's future scientific research and development."
The person who said this was Minister of Education Carlo Ancelotti. This old man had the same name as the famous head coach of later generations. He was also a fat man, but his words made Carlo feel that he could add a fat man.
And when Ancelotti, the fat man, opened his mouth, it seemed that everyone started talking, and immediately attracted a burst of agreement.
"Your Majesty's plan is really good and provides a good idea for Italy's future development."
The whole scene was filled with such praises. In his previous life, Carlo would have thought they were praising himself. But he has been in Italy for more than a year, and hearing the oral comments has made him well-informed, and he knows that these are all nonsense, because
It does not involve core issues such as whether to build an R&D center or when to build it.
What's even more irritating is that his uncle Amedeo is completely distracted, or he simply doesn't understand the meaning of these words.
With such a pig teammate on the stand, Carlo doesn't know where to vent his anger. And it's hard for you to get angry like this. They are all complimenting you. It's just nonsense and has no practical effect.
Maybe he felt that Carlo's expression was gradually getting worse, or he felt that this was too disrespectful to the young monarch, so the voices in the hall gradually became quieter.
At this time, the Prime Minister stood up. "Your Majesty, this plan is really good. Regardless of the cost, it must be studied before making a decision. I hope your Majesty will understand."
The Prime Minister's words still sounded comforting, and Carlo took the opportunity to go down the steps. "I didn't consider this well. I should ask the Prime Minister for his opinion in advance."
As if he agreed with Carlo's words, Prime Minister Cairoli nodded and replied, "I will be happy to provide suggestions to His Majesty."
At this moment, it was as if nothing had happened before, and the scene once again showed an atmosphere of harmony between the monarch and his ministers.
But Carlo, who was unwilling to give up, asked again. "I wonder how many days the Prime Minister will study it?"
"Hurry up and wait for three to five days, wait for half a month."
As the Prime Minister's words fell, today's affairs in the Council Hall were over. The ministers walked out in twos and threes, and the Prime Minister also left with Carlo's painstaking plan.
Among them, the uncle as the regent, completely performed the performance of being listless during the meeting, full of energy after the meeting, and the first one to leave. He didn't bring a cloud at all, maybe some lady was waiting for him.
After everyone left, Carlo sat in his seat and did not move. He was reflecting on today's actions and whether there was anything unreasonable. After thinking about it carefully, it didn't matter. He just suddenly came up with a plan, which gave the ministers something to think about.
surprise.
It seems that next time, it is best for me to find someone to discuss it with. But who should I talk to? It should be my uncle. When I think of this uncle's actions, I might as well forget it.
Looking for the Prime Minister?
Carlo had already rejected this suggestion in his heart. You know the actions of those ministers before, maybe he was behind it.
It gives me a headache just thinking about it, why is there not a suitable candidate?
Not mentioning that Carlo was seeking allies within the government, the Prime Minister and everyone appeared at the palace gate, and the waiting carriage rushed over immediately.
As a high-ranking official, he naturally works hard for the development of Italy, and it is normal to have his own private carriage.
"Jagali, let's go together."
A greeting suddenly came from behind the waiting Minister of Finance.
Turning around, the finance minister, who was already accustomed to hearing this, immediately turned his head with a smile. "Okay, Your Excellency, Prime Minister, it is an honor to share a carriage with you."
When the carriage with the Prime Minister's logo came to a stop and the driver opened the door, the Prime Minister and the Minister of Finance got on the carriage. However, when they got on the carriage, a document held by the Prime Minister fell to the ground.
If anyone who recognizes Carlo's handwriting sees it, this is exactly the plan for building a research and development center written by him. The Prime Minister did not seem to notice this, and his charioteer did not seem to notice it either and left.
The snow-white document was just lying on the ground, with no one trying to pick it up.
After all the ministers left, this document still remained here.
"Prime Minister, is this appropriate?"
In the Prime Minister's carriage, the Chancellor felt that this was not a good idea.
"What's the matter? This is just a boy's whim. As long as you give enough response, he will respect you."
The indifferent Prime Minister is not worried at all.
He now feels that the death of the king is not a bad thing. Although he was promoted by King Umberto, power is really a good thing and makes people so fascinated.
Moreover, he has a young monarch and an unreliable regent. Cairoli feels that this should be the best opportunity given by God. He can completely bring Italy into a new era, a civil rights country.
rather than a monarchy.
This is truly the best of times. Italy will complete its transformation in his own hands, and he may also become one of the greatest prime ministers in future generations.
Well, Prime Minister Cairoli has some conscience and has no intention of changing Italy to a republican system.
For him now, winning over other talents is a priority. A qualified monarch must know what he should and should not do, especially when his power is deprived.
But even if he is not deprived, Prime Minister Cairoli can teach King Carlo to abide by the rules.
We can put aside the thoughts of the Prime Minister.
Carlo, who had just recalled his actions, left the king's throne. At this time, he saw the attendant Domingo hurried over, and he seemed to be holding a document in his hand.
Carlo, who was somewhat curious, couldn't help but ask. "What's wrong, Domingo?"
"Your Majesty, take a look, this is what the Prime Minister left behind."
After Domingo finished speaking, he lowered his head.
Carlo's face turned ugly as soon as he took it, because he recognized his own handwriting.
"Tell me how you fell down."
Although Carlo's tone was calm, Domingo felt as if he was in the desert heat, and his sweat couldn't help flowing. He also felt like he was in the cold Northern Europe, and his legs couldn't help but tremble. But His Majesty's question must be asked.
answer, so he had to report it truthfully.
"The guards guarding the palace gate discovered that the Prime Minister was missing."
"Did anyone remind me?"
"There were a lot of people blocking the way, and when the guards found out, they all left."
Although Domingo didn't say anything, Carlo knew that he was ignored by these officials. It is more likely that the Prime Minister did this on purpose, and he deliberately threw it at the door.
"Maybe, the Prime Minister didn't notice, maybe he will come and ask."
"Then leave it with the guard and wait for him to pick it up."
Putting this plan on Domingo, Carlo left without looking back.
Three days later, the Prime Minister did not send anyone to inquire.
A week later, still no one came to inquire.
Now Carlo was sure that the Prime Minister was really humiliating him.
