After the conversation with the French merchant Wilson, Cavour, accompanied by Varne***, met with the prominent merchants and bankers of the hall in turn, and encouraged them to continue to strive for the prosperity of Chambéry, and promised to consider some preferential tax exemptions in Chambéry.

Foreign-owned companies and bankers praised Cavour when they heard about the possibility of tax exemption.

The reason why these foreign-funded enterprises came to Chambéry was because they valued Chambéry's cheap labor, which also made Chambéry the only thing they could get their hands on.

If Cavour had been able to take a portion of their tax breaks, they would have made more money.

With that, Cavour ordered the servant serving the banquet to prepare him a glass of wine, and after a while, the servant brought it to Cavour.

Cavour picked up the red wine in his hand and said loudly to everyone present, "Everyone, please be quiet!"

Everyone in the hall stopped talking, and they turned their gaze to Cavour.

Cavour then went on to say to everyone present, "Guys, I still have official business! I beg your pardon for not being able to stay too long, this glass of wine is my apologies to all of you!

For the rest of the time, let Varne accompany you to continue your rejoicing!"

As soon as Cavour finished speaking, he drank the red wine from his glass, then handed it to the attendant beside him, and bowed to everyone present.

Everyone in the hall was stunned for a few seconds, Wilson, who was the first to react, hurriedly clapped his hands, and the rest of the people also responded and clapped their hands as well.

Applause rang out in the hall, and Cavour turned away amid applause.

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Varne*** caught up with Cavour on the steps outside the room, and said to him with an anxious face: "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, how can you leave now? This is a welcome ceremony specially prepared for you by the Chambéry business community!"

Cavour stopped and said lightly, "I've met with them, and now I'm leaving!"

"You're gone, what to do inside?" Varne *** asked.

"Didn't I just say that? It's up to you to continue!" Cavour responded to Varne***.

"This was meant to be a pick-up for you! You're leaving now, so how can you keep going?" Varnet *** replied to Cavour with a bitter face.

"What's not going to happen!" Prime Minister Cavour continued, "The purpose of these businessmen is not to get me to introduce policies that will reduce the amount of tax he pays.

I've already told them that I'm going to introduce some policies to help them cut taxes!

Now that their purpose has been achieved, it doesn't matter if I stay here or not!

Varne, you only need to finish the second half of the banquet now."

When Varne heard this, he suddenly felt that what Prime Minister Cavour said did have some truth.

The task belonging to Cavour has indeed been accomplished, and now it is okay if he himself is not present.

"That's right! I'm curious! Where did you hear about my departure from Turin?" Cavour asked suspiciously, remembering that he didn't seem to have left Turin with such fanfare.

How the hell did Varnet know that he had left Turin!

"His Majesty has sent us by telegram!" Varne*** said to Cavour, "He telegraphed us to inform us of your arrival time and asked me to take care of you!"

"I see!" Cavour looked abrupt and waved his hand to Varne, "I don't need your care!

Now, you're tasked with helping me take good care of the guests inside!

We must give them confidence in our Kingdom of Sardinia, so that they can invest more money in Sardinia!"

"Yes!" Varnet replied in a sonorous tone

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"By the way, and the expansion of Chambéry! I'll tell you, Turin doesn't have much money right now, so it's probably impossible to allocate money to you!

Your Chambéry provincial government has to solve the gap on its own, and if it doesn't work, you can borrow money from the company!" Cavour then said to Varne***.

The economic crisis in the United States of America, when it spread to the Kingdom of Sardinia, turned the already sluggish finances of the Kingdom of Sardinia into a complete mess.

Now Sardinia not only pays part of the Anglo-French loans, but also pays the interest on the national debt of the stock exchange.

To make matters worse, they also have to pay a certain amount of interest to the railway system.

The Chancellor of Finance of Sardinia has changed many people, but each of them has little to do with Sardinia's finances, and can only rely on the left and right to move around and issue national debt.

"Ahh Varne*** opened his mouth and was speechless after hearing that Cavour had no money.

"Who made the sudden economic crisis some time ago?" Cavour sighed again.

Afterwards, Cavour got into the carriage from which he had come, and Varnet returned to the hall to drink with the merchants in the hall.

Sitting in the carriage, Cavour ordered the carriage driver to take him to the border between France and the Kingdom of Sardinia, and the coachman had no choice but to obey after listening to Cavourd's order.

The carriage soon left Chambéry and headed west.

After galloping for more than an hour, the carriage slowly began to slow down until it came to a complete stop.

Then the carriageman opened his mouth and said to Cavour, "Prime Minister Cavour, we have arrived!"

Prime Minister Cavour pushed open the car door, and it was dusk, and the sunset that was about to set on the horizon would shine red on the floating clouds, and the carriage also pulled out a narrow shadow under the reflection of the setting sun.

Not far from the carriage was a group of soldiers and officers dressed in the uniform of the king of Sardinia, and behind them was placed a barricade made of wood, the width of which could only accommodate a carriage.

About 100 meters behind the barricade is a group of soldiers in French military uniforms, and there is also something similar to a barricade in front of them.

"Thank you to Varne*** for me!" Cavour said a faint word to the carriageman, and then arrived at the border of the Kingdom of Sardinia with his suitcase.

"Who are you? Are you leaving the border?" The soldiers and officers of the Kingdom of Sardinia, who were in charge of the investigation, hurriedly stopped Cavour when they saw him arrive and asked.

Cavour smiled at them and said, "I'm Cavour, Camilo. Cavour!"

The border officers and soldiers all had expressions of disbelief on their faces when they heard Cavour's answer, and they couldn't believe that Cavour, as prime minister, had gone to France alone without a single entourage.

Out of an abundance of caution, the lead officer hoped that Cavour would be able to produce evidence.

Cavour smiled and pinned a medal of honor to his clothes, and after seeing the medal, the officer hurriedly saluted Cavour, "Prime Minister Cavour, please forgive me for my faux pas!"

"Yes!" Prime Minister Cavour nodded and replied to the officer, "You have worked hard too! Now I can leave!"

The Sardinian officers hurriedly made way and allowed Prime Minister Cavour to leave Sardinia.

Cavour, who had stepped away from the Sardinian border, continued to walk towards the territory of the French Empire, and the French army in the distance quickly ran over to see this, and they asked again the questions that Sardinia had asked.

"I'm Camilo. Cavour, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Sardinia!" Cavour had no choice but to repeat what he had said before.

The French military officer also saluted the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Sardinia, and then asked Cavour if he needed help.

"Can you get me a carriage, I want to get to Lyon as soon as possible!" Cavour said a word to the French officer.

"We're sorry, we don't have a carriage here, but you can

to a town not far away, where there should be a carriage to Lyon!" The French officer responds to Cavour.

"Thank you!" Cavour thanked the French officers and continued on foot.

After nearly half an hour of travel, Cavour finally arrived in the town before dark.

Cavour immediately found the most luxurious hotel in the town.

Although this inn claims to be the first in the town, it is not as good as a normal hotel in Turin.

However, Cavour, who is not pretentious in his own right, does not particularly care.

After settling in for a while, he walked out of town and asked the innkeeper if he had a carriage to Lyon.

The innkeeper told him that Cavour could get there tomorrow at around 2 p.m. in the only carriage in the town to Lyon, or he could hire one himself.

Considering that his time was precious, Cavour decided to rent a carriage the next day and move forward.

Bidding farewell to the innkeeper, Cavour returns to his accommodation and the next day travels around town with his suitcase in search of a private carriage to get to Lyon.

Soon, Cavour found a private carriage, and after negotiating the price with the coachman, Cavour got into the carriage, and the coachman drove the carriage to Lyon.

After a day and a night, we finally arrived in Lyon in the afternoon of the next day.

Having just arrived in Lyon, Cavour did not care to enjoy the beauty of the Lyon region, so he quickly went to the train station in the Lyon region and bought a train ticket to Paris at the station.

Since the train ticket was scheduled for the next day, Cavour had to stay in a hotel in Lyon again, this time no longer in a very expensive hotel.

After a night's rest, Cavour boarded the train to Paris with his suitcase in hand.

With the shrill whistle of the locomotive, the steam train started slowly.