Chapter 500 According to the prophecy, France has been trapped in a long quagmire of war (please vote, please book)
In mid-March, the raindrops in Paris fell clearly on the Gothic spire, like the Virgin of the Heavenly Virgin who couldn't bear to see the tears shed from the battle between the Heavenly Brother and the King. Wu Chongyao's fingers gently rubbed the edge of the Royal Dalton bone porcelain teacup. The milky white and delicate glaze color made the envoys from the Kingdom of Porcelain amazed. This is the miracle of industrialization. China must catch up!
"Can you know that the new Tsar Alexander II of Russia is an outstanding monarch who can compete with Peter the Great and Catherine?" Wu Chongyao suddenly spoke, speaking in a very fluent English, a serious Oxford accent, and a special gentleman. "The war potential of the Russian Empire will be fully developed in his hands."
Valevsky paused with the silver spoon in his hand. Napoleon's Polish son had always been a little scared of Russia, and he also knew how great the war potential of the Russian Empire was. The country's territory and resources were too rich, and the population was also large, which was more than Britain and France. What's more terrible is that the Russians still had super strong patience, even if there were one or two million casualties, it was no problem.
"Is this an angel's prophecy?" When the French Foreign Minister spoke the word "prophecy" in English, his brows couldn't help but frown slightly, like Napoleon I, who was thinking in the oil painting, "Or your own guess?"
The current battlefield situation is obviously beneficial to the coalition forces, and victory is already within reach."
"Well, just like your father did in 1812." Wu Chongyao took out an exquisite enamel tobacco box from his sleeve and placed it on the edge of Dalton's bone porcelain teacup. Then he twisted a small handful of golden tobacco from the tobacco box. "The French Army in 1812 was much stronger than the current British and French coalition forces, while Russia had a population of more than 30 million at that time, and now it has more than 60 million!"
He paused, stuffed the tobacco into his pipe, carefully took out a pack of yellow phosphorus matches, wiped the soles of his shoes, lit the tobacco in the pipe, and then blew out the matches, and then smiled and said to the French Foreign Minister: "From historical experience, the war with the Russians will always last for a long time. This is the real foundation of a great power. I know this best, because I also come from a country with an extremely vast and multiplied population than Russia." After analyzing, he took a puff of cigarettes and vomited out a cloud of smoke, which filled his own and the French Foreign Minister. "The prophecy also says so, France has fallen into the quagmire of war!"
Valevsky's blue eyes narrowed. In the past winter, the coalition forces' life on the Crimean Peninsula was very sad. Although the Russian guns did not take away many soldiers' lives, the epidemic was rampant in the coalition barracks. Many people died not on the battlefield, but on sickbeds, including Marshal Saint-Arno, the commander-in-chief of the French Expeditionary Force. He died of cholera in September last year!
"By the way, I'll reveal another prophecy to you for free," Wu Chongyao smiled mysteriously at Valevsky, "It's not only France, but also Britain who will lose a commander-in-chief of the Expeditionary Force in the Crimean Peninsula!
Baron Glaren will die in June.:::::: This June! If you do nothing and watch, he can live about 3 months. However, the future can be changed! Now, his destiny is in your hands, while the destiny of France and the Bonaparte dynasty is in your hands and your Majesty the Emperor!”
"The French and Bonaparte dynasties do not need your prophecy," the French Foreign Minister suddenly stood up, swept the medal and ribbon over the high-back armchair, "His Majesty the Emperor has the most powerful army in the world!"
Wu Chongyao looked at the confidence-filled French Foreign Minister and remembered what Luo Yaoguo said to him before leaving Macau: "Napoleon III's country gained by reincarnation and luck will eventually lose by strength. If you have the chance, you can ask him if you want to know who will catch him in the end?"
"No! He doesn't!" Wu Chongyao felt that he still wanted to pour a basin of cold water on the French Foreign Minister. "He wants to have the most powerful army in the world. He should have captured Sevastopol last year, but in fact, his army cannot achieve this goal this year... Oh, I'll give you another prediction for free!"
"Then next year," Valevsky waved his fist hard, "The French army will definitely win!"
"Next year the Russians will attack the Anatolian Plateau from the Caucasus!" Wu Chongyao's face was sore, as if he had lost a gold ingot, "Oh, it's another prophecy...\n."
Hearing this, the French Foreign Minister finally became restless. He stared at Wu Chongyao with his eyes and forgot to put down his fist with his raised for a moment: "You, what did you say?"
Wu Chongyao looked at the French Foreign Minister: "Did you forget that Russia is a big country with a population of more than 60 million? The advantage of a big country is that it can mobilize more troops and fight on multiple fronts. The Russians struggled to support the Crimean Peninsula, but it did not prevent them from invading the Asia Minor Peninsula. Anyway, the Turks would definitely not be able to defeat the Russians. If the Turks were defeated on the Asia Minor Peninsula, what was the strait? As long as they put a few cannons on the east coast of the strait, can you still besiege Sevastopol?"
The French Foreign Minister was finally frightened by two false prophecies, and he sat at the negotiating table again.
Looking at the negotiating opponent who "mastered the future" in front of me: "Mr. Special Envoy, let's discuss some practical issues!"
Wu Chongyao was stuffing another tobacco into his pipe. After hearing the words of the French Foreign Minister, his movements were still slow and he seemed extremely calm: "Okay, let's discuss the practical issues.::::. We can send up to two divisions to the Crimean battlefield or Asia Minor battlefield this year, about 5,000 expeditionary forces on both sides! All equipment is provided by you and the British. You also have to bear all the expenses incurred by the various units of the Taiping Heavenly Expeditionary Force after leaving the China coast, including military, supplies, medicine, pensions for the disabled, and medical expenses for the disabled soldiers.
In addition, you and the British are also responsible for laying a water and telecommunications line connecting China and Europe, and also responsible for building a steel plant that uses the most advanced Beisemai converter steelmaking method. The annual steel production must be achieved..."
"Basemai converter steelmaking method?" The French Foreign Minister was stunned again, "What kind of steelmaking method is this? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"This is the latest and most advanced steelmaking method," Wu Chongyao took a sip of cigarettes and spit out a cloud of smoke. "I will apply for a patent next year. Then our Xuzhou Iron and Steel Plant will be the first user."
"Next, next year...\n..\n." Varevsky was speechless. They knew about the invention next year. It seems that France must master magic!
He thought about it and asked again, "By the way, is that Besemie the name? Is he a French? His surname sounds like French."
"He is French," Wu Chongyao said with a smile, "But now he has moved to the UK. If you go and invite him back to France now, maybe the French steel industry will come from behind. :::::: How? Is it cost-effective to cooperate with us? There is still a lot of news like this, and we can win-win!"
When the twilight enveloped the building of the French Foreign Ministry, the draft of the Sino-French Friendship and Cooperation Treaty was finally reached. Wu Chongyao was sent to the carriage by Valevsky. When the door was closed, he heard the French Foreign Minister say to the secretary in French: "Let's check a metallurgical expert named Bessemai. He is a French and lives in the UK now."
The rain stopped at some point. Misty floated on the Seine River again, and Wu Chongyao's carriage ran through the wet cobblestone streets. He took out his enamel tobacco box and started playing with it. In the dark lattice at the bottom of the box, there was a small "Prophet" hidden. This was specially prepared by Luo Yaoguo for him, so that he could stir up the storm on the land of Europe.
As the sun sets on the golden dome of St. Isakiev Cathedral, Alexander II's carriage is running through the gravel road on the banks of the Neva River. The silk court skirt of the Grand Duke Natalia rubs against the military ribbon of His Majesty the Russian Tsar, and the carriage is filled with the strong smell of French perfume.
"Your Majesty really believes that heretic who calls himself an angel?" The eldest lady pressed the diamond cross on her chest, and her face as white as a porcelain doll was full of sorrow. "He is probably a devil. You can't trade with the devil, which will make you lose your soul."
Alexander II smiled bitterly: "Compared to losing souls after death, I care more about winning in my life. Russians will not love a failed tsar. If I lose the war, the next reform will be full of obstacles. You know, our country has many disadvantages, and the biggest and most difficult of all disadvantages is serfdom. ::::. I need a great victory to clear the obstacles for this reform. If I lose the war, the reform to abolish serfdom will be difficult to complete, and Russia's future will be full of disasters and difficulties."
The female eldest prince tightly held the cross on her chest: "Then...:::.\n.
I will take you to Vienna and send you ten million gold rubles to Gorchakov. You can rest assured that it is very safe to carry such a large sum of money through the land of the German states in my capacity, because I am destined to be the wife of a certain German king!”
The Tsar patted the female grandfather's white and delicate back of her hand and smiled gently: "Thank you, thank you for everything you have done for Russia.
In the distant Tianjing, a steamship emitting thick smoke was slowly leaving the dock of Xiaguan, bringing Europe into the magic era, and standing in a cabin with a good view of the steamship.
Chapter completed!