My Italian

Facing Carlo's hopeful eyes, Cairoli, the prime minister, took over the plan that entrusted his efforts.

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

Although the Chancellor of the Exchequer secretly pursed his lips, Carlo was still patient. Patience is a virtue, especially for a fifteen-year-old like him.

But he immediately felt that his patience was running out.

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

The one who said this was Ancelotti, the Minister of Education. This old man with the same name as the famous head coach of later generations is also a fat man, but his words made Carlo feel that he could add a dead fat man.

And when Ancelotti, the fat fat man, opened his mouth, he seemed to open everyone's chatterbox, which immediately attracted a burst of echoes.

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

If the scene was full of praise like this, in a previous life, Carlo would have thought it was praising himself. However, it has been more than a year since he came to Italy, and he has been informed and knowledgeable by hearing and dictation. He knows that these are all nonsense, because it does not involve the core issues of whether to build a research and development center, and when to build it.

What's even more irritating is that the uncle Amedeo beside him is completely wandering, or he doesn't understand the purpose of these words at all.

With such a pig teammate on the stand, Carlo Fire didn't know where to send it. And it's hard for you to get angry like this, it's all complimenting you. It's just nonsense, with no practical effect.

Maybe he felt that Carlo's face was gradually getting worse, or he felt that this was too disrespectful to the young monarch, and the voice in the hall gradually became quieter.

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

Still, the Prime Minister's words sounded comforting, and Carlo also took the opportunity to go down the stairs at this time. "I didn't think carefully about this, and I should ask your Excellency the Prime Minister's opinion in advance."

As if agreeing with Carlo's words, Prime Minister Cairolli nodded and replied. "I would be happy to advise Your Majesty."

At this moment, it was as if nothing had happened before, and the scene again showed an atmosphere of harmony between the ruler and his ministers.

But Carlo, who didn't give up, asked again. "I don't know how many days the Prime Minister will study?"

"Three or five days ahead, half a month behind."

With the Prime Minister's voice falling, today's affairs in the Council Chamber are over. The ministers went out in twos and threes, and the Prime Minister left with Carlo's painstaking plan.

Among them, the uncle, the regent, completely deduced the listlessness in the meeting, and the spirit of the meeting was full of enthusiasm, and the first one left. Just without a cloud at all, maybe some lady is waiting for him.

And after everyone left, Carlo didn't move in his seat. He was reflecting on his actions today, whether there was anything unreasonable. After thinking about it, 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? Logically, I should look for my uncle. When I think of this uncle's actions, let's forget it.

Looking for the Prime Minister?

Carlo had already rejected this suggestion in his heart. To know the actions of those ministers before, maybe he was behind the instructions.

Thinking about it is a headache, why is there no suitable candidate.

Not to mention that Carlo was seeking allies in the government for himself, the Prime Minister and everyone appeared at the gate of the palace, and the waiting carriage rushed over immediately.

As a high-ranking official, it is natural to work hard for the development of Italy, and it is normal to have your own private carriage.

"Jagali, let's go together."

There was a sudden greeting from behind the waiting Minister of Finance.

Turning his head differently, the Minister of Finance, who was already used to listening to it, immediately turned his head with a smile. "Okay, Your Excellency Prime Minister, it is an honor to share a carriage with Your Excellency."

After the carriage with the Prime Minister's logo came to a stop and the guard opened the door, the Prime Minister and the Chancellor of the Exchequer got into the carriage. But when getting into the carriage, a document held by the Prime Minister fell to the ground.

If anyone who knows Carlo's handwriting sees it, this is exactly the plan for building a research and development center that he wrote. The Prime Minister seemed to be unaware of this, and his keeper didn't seem to feel it and left like this.

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

After all the ministers have left, this document is still here.

"Prime Minister, is this appropriate?"

In the Prime Minister's carriage, the Chancellor of the Exchequer felt that this was not a good idea.

"What's the matter? It's just a teenager's whims. As long as you give enough responses, he will respect you."

The indifferent Prime Minister 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, which makes people so fascinated.

And he also has a young monarch and an unreliable regent, Cairoli feels that this should be the best time given by God, and he can bring Italy into a new era, a country of civil rights, rather than a monarchy.

This is really the best era. Italy will complete the transformation in its own hands, and it may become one of the greatest prime ministers in future generations.

Well, Prime Minister Cairoli, with a little conscience, has no plans to turn Italy into a republic.

For him now, attracting other talents is the most important thing. A qualified monarch knows what to do and what not to do, especially if his power is taken away. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

But even if not deprived, Prime Minister Cairolli can teach King Carlo to obey the rules.

We can put aside the thoughts of Your Excellency the Prime Minister.

Carlo, who had just finished recalling his actions, left the throne of the king. At this time, he saw the attendant Domingo hurried over, and he seemed to be holding a document in his hand.

The curious Carlo couldn't help but ask. "What's the matter, Domingo."

"Look, Your Majesty, this is what the Prime Minister left behind."

After Domingo finished speaking, he lowered his head.

Carlo didn't look good when he took it over 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 flowing out. I felt like I was in the cold northern Europe again, and my legs couldn't help trembling. But His Majesty's question had to be answered, so he had to report it truthfully.

"The guards guarding the palace gate found that the Prime Minister had fallen."

"Did anyone remind me?"

"At that time, many people blocked it, and when the guards found it, they all disappeared."

Although Domingo didn't say anything, Carlo knew that he was ignored by these officials. It is more likely that the Prime Minister did this on purpose, he deliberately threw it at the door.

"Maybe, the Prime Minister didn't notice, maybe he will come to ask."

"Then you can put it with the guard and wait for him to pick it up."

Putting this plan on Domingo, Carlo left without looking back.

After three days, the Prime Minister did not send anyone to inquire.

A week later, still no one came to ask.

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

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