In the face of Carlo's hopeful eyes, Cairoli, as prime minister, took over the plan that placed his heart and soul on him.

After patiently reading it, the prime minister handed Carlo's plan to the others to see. After everyone had circulated around, Carlo waited patiently for an answer.

Although the Chancellor of the Exchequer secretly pouted, Carlo was still patient. Patience was 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, and it can be used as a guide for future scientific research and development in Italy."

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

And with the opening of Ancelotti, the dead fat man, as if opening everyone's chatterbox, it immediately attracted a burst of echoes.

"Your Majesty's plan is really good, and it provides a good idea for the future development of Italy."

The scene was full of such praise, if it was in his previous life, Carlo still felt that he was praising himself. But it has been more than a year since he came to Italy, and he has heard the oral description that he is also well-informed, and knows that this is nonsense, because there is no core issue such as whether to build a R&D center and when to build it.

What's even more infuriating is that his uncle Amedeo next to him is completely wandering, or he doesn't understand the meaning of these words at all.

With such a pig teammate on the stall, Carlo doesn't even know where to send it. And it's hard for you to get angry in this way, it's all praising you. It's just all nonsense, without a trace of practical use.

Perhaps feeling that Carlo's face was gradually deteriorating, or that it was too disrespectful to the young monarch, the voice in the hall gradually became quieter.

That's when the prime minister stepped forward. "Your Majesty, this plan is really good, regardless of the cost of being angry, it must be studied before a decision can be made, I hope Your Majesty understands."

The Prime Minister's words sounded comfortable, and Carlo also took the opportunity to go down the stairs at this time. "I have not thought this through, and I should have asked His Excellency the Prime Minister in advance."

As if agreeing with Carlo's words, Prime Minister Kairoli 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 showed an atmosphere of harmony between the monarch and the minister.

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

"Three or five days faster, half a month slow."

As the Prime Minister's words fell, today's business in the Council Hall was over. The ministers walked out in twos and threes, and the prime minister left with Carlo's heartfelt plan.

Among them, as the regent's uncle, he completely performed the listlessness of the meeting, and the spirit of the meeting was a hundred times, and the first one left. There was not a cloud at all, maybe some lady was waiting for him.

And after everyone left, Carlo sat in his position and did not move, he was reflecting on today's actions, whether there was anything unreasonable. If you think about it carefully, it's nothing, but you suddenly come up with a plan, which makes the ministers a little surprised.

It seems that next time, it is better for me to find someone to discuss. But who to look for, it stands to reason that you should be looking for your uncle, and when you think of this uncle's actions, forget it.

Looking for a prime minister?

Carlo had already vetoed this suggestion in his heart, and he might have been behind the actions of the ministers before.

It's a headache to think about, why isn't there a suitable candidate.

Not to mention that Carlo was seeking allies in the government for himself, the prime minister and the others appeared at the palace gate, and the waiting carriage immediately arrived.

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

"Jagali, let's go together."

A sudden greeting came from behind the waiting Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Turning his head differently, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who had long been accustomed to listening, turned his head with a smile on his face. "Yes, Your Excellency Prime Minister, it is an honour to share a carriage with you."

When the carriage with the Prime Minister's logo came to a halt and the Imperial Majesty opened the door, the Prime Minister and the Chancellor of the Exchequer got into the carriage. However, when he got into the carriage, a document held by the prime minister fell to the ground.

If anyone who knows Carlo's handwriting can see it, this is the plan for the R&D center that was written. The prime minister didn't seem to notice this, and the emperor didn't seem to feel it and left.

The snow-white document lay on the ground like that, and no one tried to pick it up.

After all the ministers left, the document was 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 thing.

"What's this, it's just a boy's whim. As long as you give an adequate response, he will respect you. ”

Your Excellency the Prime Minister, who doesn't care, is not worried at all.

He now felt that the death of the king was not a bad thing, although he was promoted by King Umberto, but power was a good thing, and it was so fascinating.

With a young monarch and an unreliable regent himself, Cairoli felt that this should be the best time God had given him, and that he could bring Italy into a new era, a country of civil rights rather than a monarchy.

This is the best of times, Italy will be transformed in its own hands, and it will probably become one of the greatest prime ministers in future generations.

Well, Prime Minister Cairoli, who has a bit of a conscience, has no intention of changing Italy to a republic.

Now it's important for him to win over other people. A good monarch knows what he should and should not do, especially if his power is taken away.

But even if he wasn't deprived, Prime Minister Calloli was able to teach King Carlo to follow the rules.

Your Excellency the Prime Minister's thoughts, we can put aside.

Carlo, who had just finished recalling his actions, left the throne of the king. And then he saw the squire Domingo hurrying over, as if he still had a document in his hand.

A somewhat curious Carlo couldn't help but ask. "What's wrong, Domingo."

"Your Majesty, take a look, this is something left by the Prime Minister."

After Domingo finished speaking, he lowered his head.

Carlo's face was not good when he took it, because he knew his own handwriting.

"Tell me how it fell."

Although Carlo's tone was calm, Domingo felt as if he was in the desert heat, and sweat couldn't help but flow. I felt like I was in cold Northern Europe again, and my legs couldn't help but shiver. However, His Majesty's question had to be answered, so he had to report it truthfully.

"The guards guarding the palace gate found the prime minister falling."

"Has anyone reminded you?"

"At that time, there were a lot of people blocking it, and when the guards found out, they were all gone."

Although Domingo did not say nothing, Carlo knew that he was being ignored by these officials. It is more likely that the Prime Minister did it on purpose, and he deliberately threw it at the door.

"Probably, the prime minister didn't notice, maybe he will come and ask."

"Then you leave it with the guard and wait for him to get it."

slapped this plan on Domingo, and Carlo left without looking back.

Three days later, the prime minister did not send anyone to inquire.

A week later, no one asked.

Now Carlo can be sure that the prime minister is really humiliating him.