In Cohon's eyes, the Wallachian nobles and wealthy businessmen were all fat sheep, waiting for him to take care of them one by one with a butcher's knife. Anyway, in just a few days, he had already earned thousands of pounds, which was equivalent to his annual salary for several years.
Already.
The only thing that makes Cohoon regretful and dissatisfied is that this business is not his only business. The hateful French are also making this kind of fortune, and because of the influence of the Bretianu brothers, a large number of top-quality leeks are more willing to be sold to the French.
Brother Harvest, you say it makes people angry or not.
"Have you done everything I asked you to do?" Cohon asked his men impatiently, "Why do so many Wallachians choose to go to the French Consulate General instead of coming to us!"
His subordinates looked at each other in confusion, because the task assigned by Cohon was really not that easy to do. Cohon assigned them to spread gossip in the public, smear France, and even suggested that France and Russia were of the same species.
But the effect is really average, and the reason is very simple: "Your Excellency, we have dispatched capable personnel to complete the tasks you assigned, but it seems that someone is deliberately going against us. The people we paid to spread the news have been arrested.
Some of them were actually shot dead!"
"so……"
Ke Hong's expression suddenly changed and he asked: "So what?"
"So now no one dares to contact us. Those people in the market have been scared out of their wits!"
Ke Hong asked with some annoyance: "Then have you figured out who is going against us?"
"It seems...it seems to be a group of people led by the Bretianu brothers..."
Cohun's heart aches when he hears the name Bretianu, because these brothers were clearly discovered and trained by him, and they could obviously become his men. However, because of the delay in taking any action in the country, France has been left in the lurch.
The man's beard was cut off halfway, and now he became a pawn of the French.
If these brothers were still under his command, he would have the final say in Wallachia, and it would be Diomede's turn to take the lead!
"Then contact Christian Thiel and ask him to find trouble for those brothers. Don't let them be too arrogant!"
Cohon's poor men hesitated and replied: "Your Excellency, Mr. Christian Thiel has left Bucharest a long time ago, and his family is in Istanbul..."
This answer made Cohun feel suffocated, because although he had cultivated many leading parties in Wallachia, the only ones who could really get on the stage were the Bretianu brothers, Christian Thiel and other people.
That's all.
The Bretianu brothers rebelled, and Christian Thiel greased the soles of his shoes early and ran away. What do you think this is?
Cohon thought for a while and could only say: "Then go to the commander of the National Guard's Third Division, General Alexandru Jan Nedelcharu. Tell him that it is what I mean!"
In fact, it’s not that there is no other way. Cohon doesn’t want to ask Alexandru Jan Nedelcharu for help. One reason is because this guy charges a high price. For such a small amount of work, he will have to spend one or two thousand pounds. He is a money-hungry guy.
Qian Chuanzi. The second reason is that this guy is a bit unclear about various aspects. Although he has served as a guide for the British, he is secretly said to have connections with Austria, Prussia and even Turkey.
But there is no one available for Kehong now, so he has no choice but to use this "mercenary" captain.
"By the way, what has Diomede been doing recently?" Cohon suddenly stopped his subordinates who were about to execute the order and asked: "He can't be so honest and doesn't move at all, can he?"
The subordinate thought for a while and replied: "Besides running to Prahova frequently to survey the oil fields, he has done nothing special recently!"
This made Cohon fall into deep thought, because he had always felt that the so-called oil companies and oil fields were just a cover, and that someone must be a white glove from the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs. But white gloves must have the consciousness of white gloves. When did this happen?
, why would you go exploring oil fields instead of doing business?
Ke Hong subconsciously thought there was something wrong with this, and asked again: "He really went to explore the oil field?"
"Yes, we even brought a special survey team. It doesn't look like a fraud."
"Didn't he secretly meet someone on the way?"
"No, we had people watching the whole process! He definitely didn't meet other people in secret!"
Now Cohon really doesn't understand. Is the oil field real? But even if it is real, the Russians will come back to kill you. Aren't you, a Frenchman, asking for trouble when you exploit oil here? Besides,
How much economic benefit can oil have and how much money can it make? If you have this time, it would be better to trick a few Wallachian nobles in Bucharest!
Anyway, Kehong couldn't figure it out. He didn't understand what kind of medicine Li Xiao was selling in this gourd. In fact, it was simple. No matter how elite Kehong was, he was limited by the times. He didn't understand the black gold of oil at all.
Importance, naturally I can’t understand why Li Xiao is so interested in the oil field.
However, Ke Hong also has an advantage. He is too lazy to bother with the problems that he can't figure out for the time being. He believes that as long as he continues to observe, he will catch Li Xiao's fox tail one day. So he asked again: "Then I ordered to investigate this person.
How is the matter of the origin of your identity going? Is there any feedback from the French Embassy?”
Ever since he figured out what Li Xiao was doing, Cohon immediately became interested in him because he had never heard of a big family named Diomede in France, let alone the French in the oil industry.
What achievements have been made in the field?
Now suddenly Li Xiao fell from the sky and landed in Bucharest in an unclear manner. He instinctively thought that there must be something wrong with this. He thought that there must be something wrong with Li Xiao's identity. He was probably a white glove from the French diplomatic department, that is.
They infiltrated Wallachia to cause trouble under the guise of clear cooperation.
So Cohon immediately wrote to Palmerston asking him to urge the British Embassy in France to verify Li Xiao's identity and find out who Li Xiao is!
"Your Excellency, the French Embassy has not yet found out the true identity of Mr. Diomede, but according to their understanding, France does not have much interest in oil, and has not heard of any particularly large oil companies."
Ke Hong touched his chin. Although the answer was still far from what he wanted, it basically confirmed his guess that there was indeed a problem with someone's identity. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little proud. He felt that if
When this news is told to those Wallachian Francophiles who are eager for someone, what should the expressions of those poor Wallachians be?