The Financial Secretary was slashed, everyone was in danger, and no one dared to fill the vacancy of Prime Minister. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info everyone shrank back, refusing to continue to carry the black cauldron.

Wickers was trembling at home, thinking that he could take the bribe of the central bank for nothing, but he did not expect that the financial crisis would come so quickly, and everything was closely related to the subscription agreement he recommended.

With tears in his eyes, he pleaded with his father to become prime minister.

"The Financial Secretary is dead, who else is qualified to fill the vacancy of Prime Minister in the Cabinet? Father, Frederick has been overthrown, and the vacancy of Prime Minister has also been vacated, this is our once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" he encouraged his father.

"You will never be able to defeat anyone!" The prime minister suddenly lost his temper, pushed the table full of books and collapsed, and shouted in hatred: "Remember to me that there is only one kind of person in this empire who will not fall, and that is the useful person! Do you think Frederick was brought down by you? He obstructed the emperor's national policy and was alienated; you thought that the prime minister died so badly because he was not qualified enough? He was useless to the emperor, so he was beheaded by crossing the river and demolishing the bridge! Vickers, you ask yourself, what is the use of your scheming with the central bank for the country? Since you are useless to the country, why should the country keep you! You, sooner or later, you will go to the guillotine! Even I can't save you!"

Vickers argued: "The central bank is in full swing, as long as you become prime minister, the financial and internal affairs are under control, how dare the emperor help us? Father, if there is a day, my son is willing to shelter you from the wind and rain, go to the guillotine alone, and never drag you down!"

The prime minister hung his arms, looked up at the sky, and his white beard trembled for a long time before he muttered and agreed, moving out inch by inch: "Okay, good, good." I will be the Prime Minister at your will. Call me, old bone, who calls you a son? ”

The old prime minister, who has not fallen for three dynasties, finally showed his overwhelmed fatigue in front of his crying son. He moved out of the study, passing by his tearful son, as if he had seen through his tired life and decided to go to the drinking party of death.

Vickers was stiffened by his father's limbs, and stood in the study for half an hour, although the purpose was achieved, the man seemed to float in the air.

Before the body of the Financial Secretary was buried, Prime Minister Clemenson was sworn in in a glorious ceremony.

On that day, reporters were congested and aristocrats gathered. After the empress bestowed the title, the faltering old prime minister pushed away his son's support, swayed and climbed onto the podium, straightening his back in the warm applause, as if he had sworn out on the first day.

"Before my predecessor's body was cold, I took the oath of office. It's like the good old days, as if I heard the company commander shouting, 'The one in front is dead!Clemenson, fill it in!'" The old prime minister spat and made the celebrities applaud thunderously, only Elena's face turned blue.

But the prime minister didn't care about Elena's face at all, and he waved his cane without anyone in his eyes: "I could have retired calmly, but I agreed to the request to be prime minister." It's an obstacle that can't be solved, but if there are no obstacles for the rest of your life, what can you do to live?"

The applause was thunderous, and the celebrities were glad that someone came out to turn the tide, and they all cheered hard.

"We all have a mask of our own, and we can only live by wearing it, but today I have to take it off. The old chancellor looked at it calmly, and waited for the clamor to subside: "Germany is in a state of extreme danger, so I will not please power like a lover, but use it like a sword, which will offend me all." Yes, I don't please either side, so both sides will be offended, but I don't care, because both sides need me! You know what I'm talking about. ”

The scene suddenly fell silent.

"Yes, despicable misers, your blood-sucking era is over, and you must pay the bills for workers' welfare. That's right, we need a labor law! It's a scream of national interests, and it has nothing to do with personal emotions. The old prime minister angrily declared war on both sides at the same time: "And young workers, my advice to you can be summed up in three sentences: that is, work hard, work more seriously, and work to the end!"

Immediately there was incessant invective, and at the same time thunderous applause, admiration and hatred intertwined into a torrential rain, converging into a monstrous wave.

Lao Zai turned a deaf ear to the overwhelming cursing voices, and he pointed at the noisy audience with his spittle, and began to curse sharply: "Shut your filthy mouths, and the living have no right to judge me! 20 percent of the population has amassed 80 percent of the wealth, and 80 percent of the population does not have a written labor law to describe their lives; this is the cause of the country's hemorrhagic shock! This is the crux of Germany's extreme weakness!"

There was a thunderclap, and the cold snow slag wrapped in the rain smashed down overwhelmingly. Vickers hurriedly came to the stage to hold an umbrella for his father, and the nobles hid in the palace in embarrassment to avoid the rain. The bonfire went out, the square was empty, and the old chancellor stood in the storm, holding the microphone and continuing to scold: "You will regret electing me to be chancellor, because I will never pay attention to your stinky face, and you will be glad that I am elected chancellor, because at last someone has ignored your face, which represents the rise of Germany!"

Elena knew that the Prime Minister's words were not only addressed to the central bank, the military department, and the trade unions, but also to herself. Ugly words ahead, the prime minister is centralizing power.

The Empress's face stiffened, and the rain rustled on the tip of her shoe, making her clench her arms with coldness.

A coat was fastened over her shoulders, and the furry lining quickly gathered body temperature, causing her to relax her shivering skeletal muscles.

Frederick put his coat over her, and stood beside the Empress rubbing her arms, her snow-white shirt slightly thin: "Clemson, this old fox, has always pretended to be old and confused. Showing his fangs today, it seems that he has been forced to a certain level. ”

"Take your coat away, I have clothes to keep out the cold. The Empress twisted her body, rubbed her shoulders in front of him, and motioned for him to strip off her coat, "Go away." I don't want your ambiguity. ”

Frederick had no choice but to strip off his coat, put it on, and walked away. Lily had already taken the snow-white and gorgeous fox fur shawl, draped it over the Empress's shoulders, turned her head to pull Frederick's hand, and muttered, "There are so many people, it will hell if she is willing to appreciate it! He squinted and smiled, and pushed him away.

Frederick saw that Elena was trembling, and he couldn't restrain himself to send warmth, and he felt out of shape. As he left, he smelled the scent of Elena on his collar, and couldn't help but tighten his coat to let Yuxiang stay.

The prime minister also gave a speech in the rainstorm, because the neat dragoons, the Praetorian Guards, and the generals of the military headquarters all stood in the sleet and rain, and watched the inauguration of the iron-blooded prime minister: "The first thing I did as prime minister was to take back legislative power from the hands of the noble council." The great problems of our time cannot be solved by speeches and resolutions - they can only be solved by iron and blood!"