Facing Carlo's hopeful look, as Prime Minister, Kailoli took over this plan that put his efforts in his heart.

After reading it patiently, the Prime Minister handed Carlo's plan to others to see. After everyone had circulated it, Carlo patiently waited for the reply.

Although the Chancellor secretly pursed his mouth in this, Carlo still had patience. Patience is a virtue, especially for a fifteen-year-old boy like him.

But he immediately felt that his patience was about to be used up.

"Your Majesty, this plan is very good. It can be used as a guide for future scientific research and development in Italy."

The person who said this was Ancelotti, the Minister of Education, who had the same name as the famous head football coach in later generations, was also a fat man, but his words made Carlo feel that he could add a fat man.

And as Ancelotti, the fat man, spoke, it seemed as if he had opened everyone's chatter, and immediately attracted a wave of echoes.

"Your Majesty's plan is really good and provides a good idea for Italy's future development."

The whole article of the scene was full of praise. If it were in his previous life, Carlo still felt that he was praising himself. However, it has been more than a year since he has been in Italy. He has heard and told him that he has learned a lot and knew that these are nonsense, because it does not involve core issues such as building a R&D center or when to build it.

What's even more annoying is that his uncle Amedio was completely wandering around, or he didn't understand the purpose of these words.

If you have such a pig teammate, Carlo doesn't know where to fire it. And if you do this, it's hard to get angry, and you are all complimenting you. It's just nonsense and has no practical effect.

Maybe he felt Carlo's face gradually deteriorating, or he felt that this was too disrespectful to the young monarch, and the sound in the hall gradually became smaller.

At this time, the Prime Minister stood up. "Your Majesty, this plan is really good. It costs a lot of money regardless of your anger. You must study it before you can make a decision. I hope your Majesty understands it."

It sounds comfortable for the Prime Minister to say, and Carlo took the opportunity to go down the stage at this time. "I am not considering this well, so I should ask the Prime Minister for his opinion in advance."

As if agreeing with Carlo's words, Prime Minister Kailoli nodded and replied. "I'm happy to advise His Majesty."

At this moment, it seemed that nothing had happened before, and the scene showed an atmosphere of harmony between the king and the minister.

But Carlo, who was unwilling to give up, asked again. "I wonder how many days will the Prime Minister study?"

"So three or five days, and half a month later."

As the Prime Minister finished his voice, today's affairs in the Council Hall were over. The ministers walked out in groups of three or three, and the Prime Minister left with Carlo's hard-working plan.

Among them, the uncle, who was the Regent, completely performed the sluggishness of the meeting and was a hundred times more energetic, and the first one left. He was completely without a cloud. Maybe some lady was waiting for him.

After everyone left, Carlo sat in his seat without moving. He was reflecting on his actions today, whether there was anything unreasonable. After thinking about it carefully, it was nothing, but suddenly came up with a plan, which surprised the ministers.

It seems that next time, I'd better find someone to discuss it. But who should I look for? It's logical to find my uncle. When I think of this uncle's actions, I'd better forget it.

Looking for the Prime Minister?

Carlo had already rejected this suggestion in his heart. You should know that the actions of the ministers before might be behind him.

It’s a headache to think about it, why is there no suitable candidate?

Not to mention Carlo's pursuit of allies within the government for himself, the Prime Minister and the people appeared at the palace gate, and the waiting carriage rushed over immediately.

As a high-ranking official, he is naturally working hard for the development of Italy, and it is normal to have his own private carriage.

"Jiagali, let's go together."

A greeting suddenly came from behind the waiting minister of the Finance Department.

Differently turned around, the Minister of Finance, who had been used to listening, turned his head with a smile on his face. "Okay, Prime Minister, I am honored to be able to ride a carriage with you."

When the carriage marked with the prime minister stopped, the lord opened the car door, the prime minister and the Chancellor got on the carriage. However, when the carriage was on the carriage, a document that the prime minister had held fell to the ground.

If anyone who knows Carlo's handwriting sees it, it is the plan to build a research and development center written by the Prime Minister. It seems that he has not noticed it, and his master does not seem to feel that he has left like this.

The snow-white file just lay on the ground, and no one wanted to pick it up.

After all the ministers left, the document remained here.

"Prime Minister, is this appropriate?"

In the Prime Minister's carriage, the Chancellor felt that it was not good to do so.

"What's the matter? This is just a whimsical idea of ​​the boy. Only by giving enough responses will he respect you."

The Prime Minister, who is indifferent, is not worried at all.

He now thinks 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 is so fascinating.

And he also had a young monarch and an unreliable regent. Cailoli felt that this should be the best time given by God. He could bring Italy into a new era, a civil rights country, not a monarchy country.

This is really the best era. Italy will make a transformation in its own hands, and it may also be one of the greatest prime ministers in the future.

Well, Prime Minister Kailoli has a little conscience and has no intention of changing Italy into a republic.

Now for him, it is important to win over others. A qualified monarch knows what he should do and what he should not do, especially when his power is deprived.

But even if not deprived, Prime Minister Kailoli could teach King Carlo to abide by the rules.

We can put aside the thoughts of His Excellency.

Carlo, who had just recalled his actions, left the king's throne. At this time, he saw his servant Domingo rushing over, and it seemed that he was still holding a document in his hand.

Carlo, who was a little curious, couldn't help but ask. "What's wrong, Domingo."

"Your Majesty, look at it. This is what the Prime Minister has left behind."

After Domingo finished speaking, he lowered his head.

Carlo's face looked bad as soon as he took it, because he knew his handwriting.

"Tell me how it fell."

Although Carlo's tone was calm, Domingo felt as if he was in the high temperature of the desert, and sweat couldn't help but flow out. He also felt that he was in the cold Nordic world and his legs couldn't help but tremble. However, His Majesty's question had to be answered, so he had to report it truthfully.

"The guards guarding the palace gate found the Prime Minister's fall."

"Is anyone reminded me?"

"A lot of people blocked it at that time, and when the guards found it, they all went out."

Although Domingo did not say anything, Carlo knew that he had been ignored by these officials. What is more likely was that the Prime Minister did it on purpose and he deliberately threw it at the door.

"Maybe, the Prime Minister didn't notice it, maybe he would come and ask."

"Then you put it in the guards and wait for him to come and get it."

After taking this plan on Domingo, Carlo left without looking back.

Three days later, the Prime Minister did not send anyone to inquire.

A week later, no one came to ask.

Now Carlo can be sure that the Prime Minister is really humiliating him.
Chapter completed!