On October 28th, there was a shocking scene on the streets of Rome, where the students were hiding from the police to paste slogans, big-character posters, and distribute leaflets, but starting this morning, the students did not care about the faces of the police, and swaggered openly posted and delivered them in Rome, and the policemen seemed to have fallen into evil and turned a blind eye to all these actions.

In the evening, the citizens and shopkeepers of Rome began to go door-to-door to distribute leaflets in the main business districts, and the police not only ignored them, but even took the initiative to help the students smash open the doors of the shops, and ordered the shopkeepers, clerks, and even customers to obey and cooperate. There were students handing out leaflets in front of movie theaters and theaters, and the police took the initiative to help maintain order, fearing that people who came to watch would not take them.

Of course, it was not that the police had changed their minds, but that Grandini had received information that Fakda had tried to appease Fascist by reshuffling the cabinet and giving up several cabinet positions to the leaders of the Blackshirts, but this request was rejected by Mussolini outright, and he even made a public speech in Milan:

"Dear gentlemen, this is not a matter of a frivolous political party or a change of cabinet. This march is of a larger and more serious nature. In the past three years, the people have been living in a situation where small battles and raids have made their lives miserable, so I will not let go of the butcher's knife and must win all the victories. I want to change not only the course of the Italian government, but also the direction of the lives of the Italian people, and how can dirty politicians be allowed to trade at such a time when the future and destiny of Italy are at stake?

The war has been declared, and we are going to continue it so that it has a result. Do you know any of this? The curtain of war has been lifted, civil war has spread throughout the country, and young people are armed. I am now a leader, a leader rather than a follower. I do not want to tarnish the history of the resurrection of Italian youth with compromise, this is the last battle - it will accomplish a feat in the history of our country, and it cannot be left to die halfway through the compromise......"

All politically savvy figures know that Fakda's cabinet can neither suppress the blackshirts with the heavy-handed means of martial law and repression, nor tolerate the blackshirts with gentle compromises, and the countdown to his downfall has begun, and the unusual behavior of the police has reached the ears of King Emmanuel III:

"Your Majesty, the situation is completely out of control with Prime Minister Fakda, and now even the police of the city of Rome are completely on the side of the Blackshirts...... As for the students of the secondary and higher schools in the city of Rome, they had declared their support for Mussolini a few days earlier...... "The king's aide-de-camp, General Siddini, reported everything he had in his hands.

"Glandini is smarter than he is." Emmanuel III muttered, not yet aware that these trends had been created entirely by Contini, and asked, "What now?" ”

"If you don't send out the army, the Blackshirts won't be able to hold it down."

"You can't use the army, absolutely not! The Blackshirts numbered in the hundreds of thousands, and most of them were armed, and it would be a protracted civil war to fight......" the king thought for a moment, "let Mussolini form a cabinet, and hopefully he will be able to restore stability." ”

"Is that okay?"

"If he can't do it, then we won't have anything to say about the substitution."

On the morning of October 29, the king summoned Fakda and suggested that he resign on his own initiative, saying that this was the need of the situation, in fact, Fakda already knew the news, his Liberal Party held an emergency meeting last night, the left decided to take risks, but the right thought that they could cooperate with Mussolini - the black shirts were in the opposition after all, Mussolini had not even been a serious bureaucrat and parliamentarian, and it was easy to overthrow him if he wanted to be prime minister all of a sudden.

Due to the disagreement between the two factions, the exhausted Fakda did not dare to let go of the suppression, nor was he willing to submit to Mussolini, so he simply resigned.

As soon as his request for resignation was received, Emanuel III immediately agreed, and then instructed General Sidardini to call Mussolini and invite him to come to Rome as soon as possible to form a cabinet. Fearing fraud, the scheming Mussolini was not satisfied with a phone call and demanded that the same message be communicated to him in the form of an official telegram. Two hours later, the telegram came, and although it was only sent in the name of Sidardini, the message was very clear:

"Hurry. Mussolini. Milan.

The king summons you to Rome to entrust you with the task of forming a cabinet. Greetings. ”

"Hahahaha, do you see that? The king invited me to form a cabinet! Mussolini was surprised and said to the people around him, "We made it!" ”

"Long live the Leader!"

The people around him rushed up, and the compliments and congratulations poured on Mussolini's head as if they didn't want money.

The elusive Mussolini was happy, but he was not completely carried away: on the one hand, he immediately informed the headquarters of Perugia and the headquarters of the Black Shirts in Milan to speed up the march, and on the other hand, he ordered the "Italian People's Daily" to communicate the full text of the royal telegram to the whole country in the form of "extra" as soon as possible. After deploying these two points, he suddenly remembered the chess pieces of Little Ziano and His Excellency Glandini, and asked people to send a telegram.

"Mr. Grandini and Mr. Ziano, I am about to be appointed to form a cabinet, and during this period the Roman order and the welcoming ceremony will be presided over by the two of you! Mussolini. ”

This telegram vaguely acknowledges the identity and status of Ciano Jr. and Grandini, and even has the meaning of comparison.

The two men had already learned of the king's appointment of Mussolini to form a cabinet, and Grandini was not only shocked by how quickly the situation had developed, but also by Contini's astonishing prophetic ability - he said that it took five days, but only two days before the news turned upside down.

Now that he has this telegram in hand, a big stone in his heart has fallen to the ground: he is most afraid that Mussolini and others will cross the river and tear down the bridge, and turn their faces and deny it.

"It's clear that the leader will be coming to Rome soon – maybe three or four days, and we're going to be very tight." "I am responsible for organizing the welcoming ceremony for the citizens of Rome," Contini said to Grandini, "but I need your help to maintain social order and stability...... In particular, some of the may be eager to jump out at this moment, and they must be disciplined to prevent them from causing trouble for you! ”

Grandini nodded lightly, the so-called "thorns" naturally refer to those media reporters and public intellectuals who opposed Mussolini, and he turned a blind eye to these people in order to compete for power and profit during the Fakda period, and now that he has made up his mind to join Mussolini, these figures naturally have to be arranged "properly".

He nodded, "I'll do it." ”

After saying this, a strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart, as if the Contini in front of him was not a 19-year-old college student, but like a friend who could be made with his peers, he remembered that the few unsuccessful children in his family felt very uncomfortable, but when he thought about it, the words he said were different: "This...... My eldest son, Potty, is also in college...... This ......"

He originally meant to hope that Contini could arrange it to show his face to Poti, pull relationships and pave the way, but he couldn't say anything more.

Hearing that he didn't explain clearly for a long time, Contini smiled, of course he knew what kind of virtue Poti was, but he still pretended to be surprised and said: "So Poti is your son?" No wonder it's so outstanding! He is the vice chairman of our alliance, and he is an expert in organizing activities, which must be learned from you......"

With a single sentence, Contini turned Podti, who was still fooling around outside and didn't know what the student movement was, into his own deputy in the league - of course, it was not enough to count on this kind of boy, but it was okay to arrange a false name for him to appear at the welcome ceremony.

Glandini laughed, and he patted Contini on the shoulder: "Send a telegram to your father, and say that I am waiting for him and the leader in Rome!" ”