Flowers, Swords and France

The Ministry of Interior located in Bovo Square is under extremely heavy clouds at the moment. All the office workers worked carefully and did not dare to raise their voices even when speaking, for fear of making the person above them unhappy and taking the anger out on themselves.

"Bang!"

In a conference room packed with senior officials, His Excellency the Minister slammed a piece of paper onto the table.

"Who can tell me what's going on?"

Perhaps because he has been too tortured by the recent series of bad news, the French Minister of the Interior seems to be balding more and more at this time, and his round head faithfully reflects the light. He was short and squat, like an angry bear, which brought silent pressure to others.

But at this time, no one could laugh at this somewhat ridiculous scene. People wearing gray and black senior police officer uniforms all straightened up in their seats and did not dare to show their anger.

The minister's roar, which has been going on for a long time, is still continuing at this moment.

"Everyone, I want to remind you. I must remind you that after seeing this slanderous leaflet, Mr. Prime Minister was very angry! Very angry! Very, very angry! He was not angry that his reputation was being viciously slandered by the rebels, but I’m angry that such leaflets can be distributed openly throughout the capital of our country! Doesn’t anyone know what’s going on?”

The minister looked around at both ends of the conference table, but no one dared to meet his eyes.

Suddenly, an unspeakable anger rose up in his heart.

"Do you think that if this continues, I won't be able to do this for long? So now you just deal with me casually and leave your energy to wait to please your next leader? Don't you?!"

Before the men could speak, the minister's roar sounded again.

"I can tell you, yes, if this continues, maybe I will be dismissed by the Prime Minister before long. But! Before that, I have plenty of time, and I can throw you one by one into a lifetime where you will never see the sun. Go to the cellar! Don’t ever think about getting promoted again in your life! Do you want to try it and see if I can do it?”

Shocked, his subordinates stood up to express their loyalty to calm him down.

After venting his anger, the minister's anger finally subsided a lot, and he sat back in his seat, regaining his apparent calm.

"Okay, okay..." He waved his hand to stop these subordinates from showing their loyalty. “Now is not the time to talk nonsense, what matters now is pragmatism! Your Excellency the Prime Minister is very dissatisfied with the performance of the police in a series of recent incidents. Is there any way you can restore his confidence in me and you? "

Several senior officials expressed their opinions, but the minister was not very satisfied.

"Ah, poor man! It seems that soon I will really have to say goodbye to this damn place and go fishing in the south!" He lamented secretly in his heart.

At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a person who had been sitting calmly on the edge of the conference room.

"Maybe he can be of some use..." he thought to himself.

The minister suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Kongze, do you have anything to say?"

Dozens of eyes moved to this corner of the conference room at the same time. Kong Ze was still as calm and expressionless as before - due to his position level, he was not qualified to sit on the long table in the conference room.

"Sir, I was just wondering who printed and distributed these leaflets."

"Aren't they those rebels?"

"It is definitely written by a rebel, but it may not be a member of the royal party." Kong Ze replied calmly. "I think if it was written by the royalists, they would be happy to tell people that they can eradicate any traitor... instead of writing it like this. Besides, the royalists have just been hit hard by us, they are like moles It’s too late to hide, and we won’t have the time or manpower to distribute leaflets everywhere.”

He also got such a leaflet, which vividly described how the late Duke of Praslan ran to the Prime Minister's mansion for help in panic after killing his wife, and how he spent a lot of time A large amount of money was paid to bribe the Prime Minister to suppress this incident, and at the end of the leaflet, there was a vague hint that the recent death of the Duke seemed to be closely related to the Prime Minister...

It's a good story, tense, exciting, and sharply critical, just enough to convince those who have doubts about the Duchess's death that it's true. What is even more uncomfortable is that even those who know the truth have difficulty clarifying the origin and end of the incident for various reasons, and can only allow rumors to circulate in private.

But this story can obviously only come from the hands of someone with only a passing knowledge of the events.

"You mean, this was concocted by the Republicans? Or was it the Bonapartists?" The minister became a little interested.

"I don't know who they are, but they are unlikely to be royalists."

"How does this help our current situation?" The minister was a little confused.

"It is possible to print leaflets on a large scale and distribute them in Paris and the provinces almost at the same time - I mean within a day or two. Your Excellency, I think we are now facing a huge organization that is difficult to deal with. A rebel organization whose scale and strength are even far beyond what we are willing to imagine now... From the current situation, they have brains, they have propagandists, their own propaganda machines, and even enough manpower to implement the plan. What's more terrifying is that they have the ability to spy on the government to a certain extent..."

The minister and others in the meeting room fell into deep thought.

"Such an organization is a great threat to the dynasty and His Majesty. For us, it is a huge trouble... but it may also become a great achievement."

The minister fell into deep thought. "You mean, as long as we work hard to catch these rats, we can be rewarded by the Prime Minister and His Majesty as a great victory and achievement?"

Konze still sat upright and calm.

There was another silence.

"That's a reasonable idea." The minister nodded gently. "Do you have any other specific ideas? For example, how should we catch these rats?"

"Not yet."

His answer triggered a few dull chuckles. However, the minister quickly looked around the conference room with a fierce look, and everyone continued to sit upright, not daring to make any other moves.

Kong Ze continued. "But I think that such a large operation cannot be without any clues. How many people are needed to do what I just said at the same time? Even how many printing workers, how much ink and how much paper? When the enemy is taking action, they will definitely leave us enough evidence to send them to the prison. I firmly believe so. We just need to find them."

"Very good." The minister praised calmly. "So, if I want you to catch these rats, what kind of help do you need to do it?"

The opportunity that I have been waiting for, the opportunity that I have been waiting for... the opportunity... the opportunity to be respected... the opportunity to stand out... is finally coming.

Blood rushed to his heart. The Minister's chubby face was as respectable as God at that moment. God knows how much effort he had to put in to maintain his calmness on the surface! Who knows how much effort he had to put in to get the Minister's attention!

"Your Excellency, I need a few capable assistants. I will appoint them and listen to my command. I also need a police force with obedience and strong execution..."

Kong Ze spoke out his well-considered conditions in his usual calm tone. He did not trust his colleagues' ability to do things, but preferred to appoint a few detectives who he had observed and confirmed to be really capable.

At the same time, he really needed to monopolize this credit. He knew clearly that only credit, greater and greater credit, and irreplaceable credit could make a helpless orphan stand out.

The Minister fell into contemplation. After a moment, he turned his gaze to the long table in the conference room.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

"The meeting is adjourned now. Mr. Kong Ze will stay."

The officials looked at each other, exchanged complicated glances, and then stood up and left the office tactfully.

Soon, there was only one person left in the huge conference room.

The minister sat in his seat, not knowing what he was thinking, and Kong Ze did not speak, sitting quietly in his original position.

After a long while, the minister looked up at Kong Ze and pointed to the seat next to him.

"Mr. Kong Ze, please sit down."

Kong Ze obeyed the minister's order.

After he sat down, the minister spoke again.

"Mr. Kong Ze, I believe you understand my situation very well at present, and I have made it clear enough just now-I am in a precarious situation now. The Prime Minister and His Majesty the King are increasingly dissatisfied with the performance of the police department. If this continues, I am afraid I will have to move out of the office here soon. You are a smart person, and I like to tell the truth to smart people because they always understand what I am talking about."

"I will do my best to help you stay in your office." Kong Ze looked directly at the minister.

He keenly sensed the change in the minister's address to him.

"If you can do this, you will get everything from me, even more than you want." The minister whispered. "Well, now please explain your intentions and plans to me carefully."

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Kong Ze, who was talking carefully with the minister, had no chance to hear the whispers between the two people who walked out.

"Poor Kong Ze, why is he so serious."

"He wants to be promoted and stand out, every young man thinks so."

"But if he is so serious, if something goes wrong one day, won't it be... oh... Anyway, what I mean is that he is too closely tied to this dynasty."

"Are you worried about him?"

"Of course I am worried, he was my subordinate."

"Maybe one day you will be his subordinate, and now he has been valued by the minister."

"But in the same way, maybe one day I will have to meet him in the cell... Seventeen years ago, I arrested my boss with my own hands."

"Let's continue to wait and see, no one can predict the future, don't you think so?"

"That's right, who can predict it, oh hahaha..."

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