Chapter 102: Two hundred and seventy million rubles, the Yusupovs will have it all
"Duke Dalière, aren't you busy with His Majesty's international fashion business? Why do you have time to come here?"
Vorontsov didn't sit down either, and said with a smile.
Vorontsov didn't sit down, so naturally Dalia didn't sit down either, and Dalia could also see that Vorontsov didn't seem to want to talk to him for too long.
In other words, I was eager to send him away.
Darier did not dare to delay or say polite words, lest if he said one more word, Vorontsov would leave for other reasons. He said with a smile on his face:
"Minister of General Affairs, haven't I heard that you are soliciting funds from the nobles to purchase red bricks? Your Excellency has the heart to serve the country. As a Duke, I, Dalia, have received permission from His Majesty to attend several meetings, so it is my duty to do so.
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Daliye spoke impassionedly, but his little eyes were full of calculations.
The matter of His Majesty's establishment of the Queen's Fund was still fresh in his mind, and the situation now seemed to be exactly the same as last time. He was like a shark smelling blood and came in a hurry.
Even if you can't participate in a deal, it's still good to show your face in front of His Majesty.
After all, he has been traveling extensively since the last meeting and has not seen His Majesty for a long time.
Vorontsov looked at Darier, who laughed with him. Vorontsov clearly saw the insight behind Darier's smile, and he frowned.
Thinking that Dallye was one of the few people who participated in the confidential meeting, he simply waved his hand. After everyone else had withdrawn, Vorontsov sat down, and also motioned for Duke Dallye to sit down.
, slowly said:
"Duke Daliye, since you and I have gained the trust of His Majesty, I pretended not to have heard what you just said. Now let me ask you again, Your Majesty, why are you here?"
Darier stopped pretending. If he continued to pretend, he would undoubtedly anger the Minister of General Affairs. He said in a low voice:
"As I just said, isn't there a Transportation Bureau established under the Privy Council? I am willing to contract the production of red bricks for half a year. I just hope that I can have a position in the Transportation Bureau, for example, deputy director."
Darier didn't speak as loudly as a lion because he thought of Notre Dame.
Notre Dame is also an institution established by the Privy Council, but it only has a deputy dean, and the deputy dean is Ivanovich. The dean has always been vacant, or there will be no one at all. God knows who it will be?
In Daliye's mind, this dean is probably the highest one. The reason why he doesn't make it clear is, according to His Majesty's character, that is perfectly normal.
Ivanovich is the director of the mysterious office, and he can only be the deputy director. Then the Transportation Bureau...
If he could become the deputy director, his position would be greatly improved, and Dalia knew that neither the Privy Council nor His Majesty would set up a department for no reason.
There must be a deep intention, and having a deep intention also means having real power.
In addition, if he can become the deputy director, even in name, he may have more opportunities to meet with His Majesty.
Why are nobles from other provinces so eager to come to Moscow or St. Petersburg? It's just that they can be closer to the palace and have more opportunities for promotion.
Vorontsov almost laughed when he heard Daliye's words.
Although he was looking directly at Daliye, his eyes were squinting. Both of them understood that the Transportation Bureau was not a department destined to be very miserable as the nobles outside said. On the contrary.
Therefore, serving as deputy director in this department...
Vorontsov smiled and said:
"Duke, you really dare to think that you want to be the deputy director after only contracting red bricks for half a year. If I guess correctly, His Majesty has given you some agency rights in international fashion. I believe you have earned a lot.
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An awkward smile appeared on Darier's face.
He did earn a lot thanks to His Majesty's favor, but compared with His Majesty's, what he earned was just drizzle. It was completely and completely incomparable, and he did not dare to compare it.
Darier gritted his teeth and said:
"Minister of General Affairs, I am willing to contract for one year. What do you think?"
Vorontsov couldn't help but be shocked. His Majesty's ministers did not dare to inquire in detail about the specific income from fashion, and even deliberately did not inquire. However, hearing Daliye's tone, it was just a little agency, and Daliye actually
Eat so much to gain weight?
Vorontsov frowned and shook his head, and said calmly:
"Duke, we are in Russia, not France, nor Britain. Do you think that as long as you pay enough money, you can buy an official position?"
Darier was stunned for a moment, couldn't he?
Then he heard Vorontsov's accent, which fell on "pay enough money", and Daliye's little eyes couldn't help but widen.
He is bleeding profusely now!
"Minister of General Affairs, I'm talking about the country's half-year output of red bricks. Don't you think it's just St. Petersburg and Moscow?"
Daliye said seriously.
Vorontsov didn't even bother to reply to what Dalia said, St. Petersburg and Moscow, what a joke.
But he still said patiently:
"If you're talking about Moscow and St. Petersburg, I think I want justice for the humiliation I've suffered, and we've talked about it long enough."
Vorontsov showed a trace of impatience.
Daliye's serious expression suddenly turned into a smooth and flattering expression. While he was cursing Vorontsov in his heart, he was like a fat bear who had been poor for eight lifetimes, and he said with blood dripping from his heart:
"One year, at most one year!"
Vorontsov stood up, flicked the non-existent dust from the hem of his bullet jacket, and prepared to leave.
Darier's eyelids twitched and he stood up. He lowered his voice and spoke almost as if he was speaking word by word:
"In two years or more, I will sell the Yusupov Palace. Minister of General Affairs, I am also someone in front of His Majesty. You can't be so heartless."
Vorontsov then showed a hint of smile, but it was only a hint. His voice became gentler and said:
"In three years, you will immediately become the deputy director of the Transportation Bureau. I will immediately make a plan and submit it to His Majesty. I believe that as someone in front of His Majesty, Your Majesty will definitely agree to your request to become the deputy director."
Daleye was stunned and looked at Vorontsov in disbelief, feeling as if he was struck by thunder.
He was so angry that he almost laughed out loud.
Does Vorontsov know what he is talking about?
How much red bricks can the country produce in half a year, how much can it be produced in one year, let alone three years?
Does he really think that his Yusupov family runs a gold mine?
Vorontsov kindly said:
"Your Majesty the Duke, let me do a little calculation for you. According to the current production, even if the production is expanded, it will only be about 270 million rubles in three years, which is equivalent to only 90 million rubles a year, and only 90 million rubles a month.
7.5 million rubles, which is only 250,000 rubles a day. Is this money still considered money to your Yusupov family? Isn’t it possible to just squeeze it in? "