The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 685 The "Freezer" Worth [-] Million

St. Petersburg, Hermitage.

At this time, Russia was not the desperate Tsarist Russia after the defeat of Crimea. Nicholas I had an almost blind confidence in his country and army.

Therefore, the reason why Prime Minister Hilarion was not directly killed just now is that the other party has no credit and hard work.

Although Nicholas I was very angry and wished he could punch Louis-Philippe's pear head, the rebellion in the Caucasus region had become a serious concern for him.

If the problem of the Imam Khanate cannot be resolved as soon as possible, then Russia will be regarded as a paper tiger that can only bluff, and everyone will want to tear a piece of flesh from it.

But for the Tsar at this time, no matter what, 1000 million francs is too little
At this time, Prime Minister Ilarion got up again, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth indiscriminately and said.

"Please entrust this matter to me. Even if I give up my old life, I will definitely negotiate a satisfactory price for His Majesty."

The Tsar looked at the old Prime Minister in front of him who was still trying to be brave, and he couldn't help saying that he was a little moved.

"Ilarion, I will give you one more chance and don't let me down again. Remember! Our sacred land must not be sold cheaply!
If the French bid is less than [-] million francs, then it is out of the question. "

Hearing here, Prime Minister Hilarion's heart skipped a beat, but the matter has come to this point and he can only bite the bullet.

Tsar Nicholas I hated those who turned back and were greedy for life and fear of death the most. If he retreated now, not only him, but the entire Russian civil servant group would be suppressed.

As a result, Prime Minister Ilarion could only pretend to be very honored, holding his chest up and looking up as if he was receiving a review.

Prime Minister Hilarion's death-defying attitude seemed to have affected the Tsar. The latter stepped forward to tidy up the former's messy skirt, patted him on the shoulder again and said.

"Don't let me down."

Ilarion couldn't help but choked up, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then answered with a loud voice.

"Long live His Majesty the Tsar! Long live the Great Russian Empire! Long live the glorious Third Roman Empire!"

After Prime Minister Hilarion left the palace, he led people to surround the residence of the French envoy. He was blinded by 2000 million francs before.

But the crisis of life and death at this time made him realize that the French government would not be so stupid as to really want to buy Alaska for 5000 million francs.

You must know that on October 1836, 10, the French bought Texas from Mexico for 26 million francs.

The area of ​​Alaska is larger than the two Texas put together, and it should be worth at least [-] million francs. Moreover, the French's ambitions for the North American continent have been clearly revealed, and their conspiracy must not stop there.
At the same time, no intelligence is needed. Prime Minister Ilarion also knows how corrupt the French are. Guizot and his group of corrupt officials are famous.

Especially when the French Prime Minister Soult only wanted to retire honorably, he ignored the behavior of his subordinates, which further contributed to the corruption of the July Dynasty.

In fact, the corruption of the Russian bureaucracy is also very serious, so the combination of the two is more confirmed that the French envoy is lying.

But regardless of whether the other party lied or not, the Tsar said that [-] million cannot be less than this number, and if it is not reached, he also needs to have an explanation.
To say that the efficiency of Russia's special third department is quite high, it immediately controlled the French envoy and several of his entourage.

Pierre Guiscard looked at the Russians in front of him without any panic. After all, he was the special envoy of France and had a secret deal with the Russian Prime Minister.

"Gentlemen, don't be so nervous. I think you must have made a mistake. I am the special envoy of France. My name is Pierre Guiscard. I am good friends with your Prime Minister"

Pierre Guiscard is a typical example of businessmen and politicians. He served as the Minister of the Interior and the Minister of Education of France, and was finally impeached for being too blatantly greedy.

Fortunately, Pierre Guiscard had a good friend named Guizot, so he was able to turn danger into good luck every time, and at this time he was entrusted with the important task of negotiating with Russia.

At this time, Prime Minister Hilarion came up from downstairs and looked at Pierre Guiscard with a bad expression. The latter immediately realized that there might be trouble, but still greeted the former with a smile.

"Ilarion, my friend, what brings you here."

Pierre Guiscard was interrupted roughly by Hilarion before he could finish his sentence.

"Friend? I don't remember having you as a friend!"

Hilarion waved his hand, and before Pierre Guiscard could react, he was pinned to the ground by several strong men.

"What are you doing! I am the envoy of France! I..."

"Special envoy? I think you are pretending, right? After all, France is the second largest colonial empire in the world. How could it buy Alaska with a mere 1000 million francs?"

"Damn it, you said 1000 million, not me. I said 5000 million, why are you still talking about it!" Pierre Giscard couldn't stop complaining in his heart.

But he deeply understands the reason why a good man does not suffer from immediate losses. I am afraid that the other party cannot help himself, and of course it may be due to his nature as a businessman. In short, Pierre Guiscard said.

"Thirty million! Thirty million francs!"

Hilarion was unmoved.

"Throw this guy pretending to be the French envoy into the Neva River!"

"Okay! For 5000 million francs, our country does not want to buy, but if you are willing to mortgage Alaska to our country, we can lend you 5000 million francs.

alright!let me go! "

"5000 million? Our Russian sacred territory is worth 5000 million?"

Pierre Guiscard looked at Hilarion with some doubts and said subconsciously.

"Then how much did you say?"

"At least two hundred million francs!"

"This is crazy! It's impossible. Who would spend [-] million francs to buy a freezer?"

"Then you want to swim back to Paris from the Arctic Ocean?"

"The Arctic Ocean is in the North Pole, and the nearest sea is the Baltic Sea, which belongs to the Atlantic Ocean"

"you wanna die!."

Hilarion really wanted to beat the guy in front of him to death, but he held back for his own sake.

After the last wrangling, Pierre Guiscard gave up first. After all, money is not as important as his own life, and he has enough money in Paris, so there is no need to die because of it.

"One hundred million francs!"

Hilarion was actually a little dissatisfied. He thought he could squeeze something out.

At this point Pierre Guiscard added: "But we also have conditions."

The next day, the Winter Palace.

Hilarion took Pierre Guiscard to meet the Tsar, whose stalwart figure and aggressive aura were much stronger than the oppressive feeling of Louis Philippe's pear king.

Pierre Guiscard seemed to be a peddler who set up a stall privately, with his head down, swallowing his saliva and not daring to speak.

Hilarion spoke first.

"Your Majesty, the French have agreed that they will lend us 8 million francs for three years at an annual interest rate of [-] percent if we take Alaska as collateral."

(End of this chapter)