At night, after Daliye returned to the manor, he summoned all the principals of the Yusupov family to explain his decision, and there was an uproar.
A nobleman who came from Odessa to bring back Moscow fashion styles said:
"My Lord Duke, I object! In the past few years, we have managed to accumulate so much wealth. Even though you are a Duke and the leader of the Yusupov family, you made such a decision without asking us. Is it true?
Isn’t it too hasty?”
Darier's expression was indifferent, and his gaze under his small eyes glanced at the others. However, there were not a few who had the same opinion as this nobleman.
Another older noble also stood up and said:
"Duke, we didn't say anything about your previous two investments in Her Majesty the Queen's Fund. In fact, it proved that you were right, but this time..."
The older noble paused and said:
"All nobles know that it is impossible to sell red bricks. By making this decision, you will undoubtedly throw away all the money we have earned over the years, and you will throw it away for three years."
"If you insist on doing this, I believe that in three years, the Yusupov family will no longer be the current Yusupov family, and our names will no longer be among the top boyar nobles."
"Yes, Duke, please go to the Minister of General Affairs and take back your opinion. This is not a small sum of money, but is related to our lifeblood!"
The nobles who used to have a leisurely and calm expression seemed to explode at this time. They were all shocked by Duke Daliye's decision and seemed to have lost their minds. Their eyes were red.
So much money has to be spent on buying red bricks, and they are red bricks all over the country. How can this allow them to live a good life?
Daliye squinted his eyes and waited for everyone to make a fuss for a while, then slowly said:
"As the leader of the Yusupov family, since I came into contact with His Majesty, have I ever made a wrong decision?"
"Yes, you think red bricks have no sales, and I also think red bricks have no sales. But have you ever thought about why the Privy Council established the Transportation Bureau and why it purchased red bricks nationwide?"
"Isn't this nonsense?" a noble muttered.
Darier glanced at him and snorted coldly:
"Nonsense? I think you are the one who is fooling around!"
"Use your brains, is the Minister of General Affairs Vorontsov a person who can act nonsense? Even if the Minister of General Affairs is acting nonsense, with the prestige and brains of Deputy Minister of General Affairs Bestudev, why can't he stop it?"
"More importantly, with such a large-scale acquisition of red bricks and construction starting almost all over the country, how much does it cost? Let me ask you, how much does it cost?"
A nobleman shouted: "This is undoubtedly an astronomical figure, and the Privy Council wants all the nobles to pay for it."
Darier said in a deep voice: "Yes, this is indeed an astronomical figure! But the Privy Council asked the nobles to pay?"
"Are you pigs?"
"For such an important decision, how could Vorontsov and Bestudev of the Privy Council not understand the nobility? And it is not mandatory. Have they not thought about the situation where the nobility are unwilling to pay? Brick burning everywhere
But work has already started!”
The nobles murmured again:
"If the nobles are not willing to pay, then they will pay from the treasury. Why do you have to pay so much money?"
Darier really didn't know what to say. The Yusupov family was so big, but no one thought about it more deeply. Could it be that the Yusupov family would have no successors?
At this moment, Daliye felt even more the value of the Queen's Fund.
Darier also felt that he couldn't bring himself to get up any energy, so he just said calmly:
"If you care about the national treasury, you will know that there is not so much money in the treasury. It is not even enough to pay for a few months. However, the country cannot take such a big thing as a joke, so who will pay? Who has the money?"
Seeing the disappointed look on the leader's face and hearing the last two sentences, some relatively capable nobles were stunned for a moment. After thinking about it carefully, they could not help but widen their eyes and take a breath.
"Chief, you mean Your Majesty..."
Dalia stood up and said:
"I, Daliya Investment, never look at other factors, only the most critical people. Even if I lose this time, as long as this signature is there, my Yusupov family will stand firm!"
"I have a premonition that the country will undergo great changes. At this time, don't you know what to grasp and what is most important?"
After coming out of the palace, Daliye calmed down, and his tangled emotions gradually reached the deepest level. He seemed to see a lot clearly at once, and then he analyzed it with his family members.
But don’t give too much advice.
Before Dalia left, some nobles had begun to admit their mistakes, and they were in excited and complicated moods. Could what the leader said be true?
Does such a simple thing really have so many implications as the leader speculated?
Before stepping out, Daliye left his last words, which were very important:
"What I said today, if anyone dares to leak it out, not only will he be expelled from the family, but I will also make him feel great pain!"
The nobles were silent. Some didn't understand, some vaguely understood, and some understood but couldn't believe it. The atmosphere was depressing and strange, as if they felt a sign of a storm to come.
After Dalia left, he felt a little regretful after thinking about what he had just analyzed with his clansmen.
What he regretted was not the specific analysis, but the fact that he pointed out His Majesty just now. What if the people of the clan think that Your Majesty is wise and powerful?
This goes against His Majesty's wishes.
Darier left with worry.
On Rodvoort Street, Barbaria was bored selling bread. Now she not only sells bread, but also works as a part-time servant in that shop. Fortunately for her, the owner of that house does not dislike her.
But what surprised her was that Barbaria noticed something strange after seeing the noble councilor last time.
Because she discovered that the tutor named Angela, who taught the congressman's daughter, had an unusual relationship with the congressman.
She bumped into it in person!
She couldn't believe it at the time. The two of them were sweating, but the hostess also saw it, but she seemed to turn a blind eye.
She didn't understand the hostess's mentality, but if it were her, she would be very angry.
It's not that you can't have a lover, but how can you do it at home?
In my heart, I was also angry with that tutor. She was quite good-looking and had a dignified temperament, but I didn't expect him to be so shameless.
Then she began to look forward to it.
Both looking forward to and fearing.
Afraid that something might really happen and that it would violate the doctrine of Notre Dame.
But what made her relieved and disappointed was that she never saw Mr. Congressman again for a while.
The tutor actually became a serious tutor, teaching the cute little girl named Katyusha, and got along well with the mistress.
Anyway, she really couldn't figure out this relationship.
Gradually, as she could not see this congressman, her thoughts became dull. Perhaps, it was because she really had no fate.
Moreover, she could not bear the serious consequences of being expelled from Notre Dame once she handed over her body to that congressman, and the related taxes at home would be reinstated.