Chapter 98 Don’t bully the old and the poor! (asking for monthly ticket)
Mono watched the warblers glaring at him angrily, and bowed to Joseph with some embarrassment:
"Your Highness, aren't you going to dance?"
Joseph said: "I don't have time to dance. I have something serious to tell you."
Mono glanced at the people dancing happily around him again:
"You mean, here? Talking about business?"
Joseph thought to himself, I would rather sit on the sofa and drink tea and chat slowly, but after looking for you all afternoon, even your servants don’t know where you have gone.
"I went to see you this afternoon."
"Oh..." Mono touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. He didn't want anyone to know about the little things he had with Countess Messaye.
He hurriedly dragged the crown prince to a slightly secluded corner:
"Please tell me."
Joseph thought for a while and said:
"Simply put, I want to do something that promotes industry. And that is currently managed by your Home Office."
Mono blinked his little eyes and nodded.
"Let's be honest, I want you to give up your jurisdiction over industry."
Mono still nodded, waiting for the Crown Prince's exchange of interests.
Joseph said: "Now, news review is no longer under the control of the High Court. I think a Press and Publication Bureau can be established to take charge of these things and leave it to you to manage.
"In addition, I have discussed with Archbishop Brian to promulgate a Patent Law."
He roughly explained the meaning of the Patent Law, and then said: "Corresponding to this, a patent office must be established, and this can also be left to you."
Monod made some calculations in his mind - France's industry is no match for Britain's. It is currently in a state of half-death, and there is no point in holding it in his own hands.
The patent office that the prince mentioned seems to be pretty good, and there will definitely be some benefits to him if he can establish a relationship with fashion design or something like that. It's just a news review, but it doesn't seem to be of any use.
He then showed a simple and honest smile: "Your Highness, look..."
Joseph didn't wait for him to be verbose, and immediately said: "Add a printing workshop."
"Workshop?"
"I have a technology that can reduce the cost of printing pictures to less than one-fifth of what it is now. We can invest 200,000 livres. Oh, of course, you will mainly pay for this money, and you can monopolize printing in almost all Paris. Business.
"You and I each hold 20% of the shares, and the Press and Publication Bureau holds 60%. And the profits in the first seven years belong to you."
The printing workshop that Joseph wanted to build was actually a means of controlling pamphlets.
Anyone who wants to publish a brochure must come to me to print it, otherwise the price will be much higher than other brochures, resulting in no one interested.
And if you come to me to print, haha, this printing workshop is linked to the Press and Publication Bureau, you go there first and pass the review.
After Mono repeatedly confirmed that this cheap printing technology had been put into use, he immediately showed a bright smile and nodded:
"Oh, you are always so generous, Your Majesty the Crown Prince! May God bless you!"
…
In the royal workshop, His Majesty the King of France, who had been busy for most of the day, put the musket in his hand on the workbench, wiped his sweat, and prepared to enjoy his dinner.
While the servants were taking off his apron, he picked up the newspaper on the side - servants would bring more influential newspapers every day - and immediately saw the eye-catching title "The Glorious Victory of His Majesty the Great King" 》.
He scratched his head - he had been spending time in the workshop thinking about making guns, so how could he suddenly achieve a glorious victory?
He changed a newspaper. The front page read "His Majesty brings justice to his loyal Paris."
Louis XVI hurriedly put his glasses on the bridge of his nose and read the newspaper carefully. Only then did he know the reason for the bill on the "Royal Supreme Court" that he signed two days ago.
He put down the newspaper, puffed up his chest proudly, and thought to himself: It seems that handling national affairs is not that complicated. Well, didn’t I do a pretty good job?
…
In front of the golden gate of the Conference Hall of the East Palace of Versailles.
Joseph, wearing a burgundy dress, puffed out his chest, passed between two rows of guards who bowed their heads in salute, and strode into the conference hall.
This was the first time he couldn't wait to get in here.
Not long after, all the cabinet ministers arrived, and Queen Mary came earlier than usual.
Everyone saluted, the golden door creaked shut, and the cabinet meeting officially began...
Archbishop Brian looked around at everyone with a happy face, and then talked about the tax bill matter-of-factly:
“After the passage of this bill, it will greatly alleviate the country’s financial difficulties.”
He opened the documents he had prepared: "The land tax alone is expected to increase fiscal revenue by 18 million livres every year. The stamp duty is expected to increase..."
After he finished reading eloquently, he glanced at Soumiyar, who had a gloomy face, and concluded:
"Combining the above various taxes, the annual fiscal revenue will increase by 22 million to 24 million livres in the future!"
Queen Mary took the lead in applauding and nodding:
"This will be a memorable day in France's fiscal history!"
Whether they were happy or not, all the ministers applauded and congratulated Brian.
After talking about the tax bill, Brian changed a document, bowed to the queen, and then said loudly:
"Then let's move on to the first topic.
"Count Monod suggested that Count Soumial was responsible for the scandal in the judicial system and was no longer fit to serve as minister of justice."
Sumial lowered his head, glanced at Mono quickly, and then stared at the brass pen holder in front of him without saying a word.
He knew that the impact of Vezinier's incident was too great this time, and as the Minister of Justice, he would certainly not be able to escape accountability for lax supervision.
Moreover, he had impeached Briand back then, and Briand would definitely not miss the opportunity for revenge this time.
The Duke of Orleans also expected that Soumial would be impeached, and was prepared to do his best to keep his political ally.
He stood up, coughed slightly, and said:
"Your Majesty the Queen, as far as I know, Vezinier is extremely cautious every time he accepts a bribe, and it is difficult for outsiders to detect it. Although Soumiyar neglects supervision, he dismissed cabinet ministers just for this one judge. Is it... "
Joseph sneered from the side:
"The Duke of Orleans is really eloquent. First of all, Vezinier did not just accept bribes. You can read his verdict.
"Secondly, I am afraid that Vezinier is not the only judge with problems in the High Court. How about we continue to investigate?"
He is not afraid of destroying the High Court. Anyway, it is one-third of an acre of land belonging to the aristocratic group. If it is destroyed, it will be convenient for him to start a new one.
Sure enough, the Duke of Orleans' face turned red from suppressing it, but he didn't dare to answer the question at all.
In order to avoid investigation, those in the High Court have even admitted it to the Royal High Court. If they continue to interfere, they may become the public enemy of the judges.
Upon seeing this, Brianne immediately pushed the dismissal document he had prepared in front of Queen Mary and said respectfully:
"Your Majesty, please make your decision."
Seeing that the ministers were unanimous in their opinions, the queen immediately comforted Sumyar and then signed the document.
Brian put the documents away with satisfaction, looked at Sumial, raised his hand and gestured towards the golden door:
"Count Sumial, please stay away."
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