Ireland, a noble estate in the south.

A female rider galloped the tall white steed through the stable, but both she and the white horse felt that the world inside the enclosure was too small.

The female rider grabbed the reins and slammed the horse's belly, and the horse galloped over the fence on the forest road, the June wind (1843) blowing on her face, making her feel a little refreshed.

The crooked houses on both sides of the road were her "neighbors", which made her face flash with disgust.

With thin lips, a high nose, and a naturally cold and arrogant temperament, the female rider truly feels that she is God's most perfect creature.

She was thinking about meeting in a while.

The able banker should have surprised her, after all, she did not hoard food or commodities, but bought land.

Yes, the land of the damn poor Irish devils, as filthy as it may be, must have brought them a lot of money.

As for his lovers, he should reward them, but not too much, lest they slack off, and spur them well at night

At that moment, a gunshot broke the silence and interrupted the imagination of the female rider.

The horse was so frightened that its front hooves were raised high, and what it didn't know was that its master had fallen by this time, and one hand hung limply.

As a result of the action, the woman's body fell from the horse's back to the ground and rolled into the mud.

The hostess, who was still high up just now, has become a corpse wallowing in the muddy water.

The head was struck, and the red, yellow, and black made an eerie picture on the woman's brand-new white shirt.

The killer blew on the muzzle of the gun, turned around and jumped into a carriage pulling hay.

"This gun is good." The gunman only said one sentence, and the other party did not answer.

The coachman drove the wagon as if nothing had happened, leaving only two illegible lines of ruts on the field path.

It was several hours before the body of the female rider was found in the mud, her horse and clothing, as well as her belongings, leaving only a mud-stained corpse.

London, Downing Street.

Robert Peale opened a letter and looked at it a few times, then set it aside, put his hands behind his head and exhaled a long breath.

But in reality, his scalp was about to explode, and in recent times, several important supporters of the Tory Party have been assassinated.

Initially, it was suspected that it was a political assassination, because the first few victims were officials, but soon the victims were not just officials, but also wealthy businessmen, large landowners, widows with huge inheritances, and so on.

However, it soon became clear that it was a political assassination, as the dead were all Tory supporters.

Robert Peel has ordered a strict investigation of the matter several times, but the number of victims continues to grow, and the identity of the killer is still unknown.

Fortunately, the queen did not bother to ask about it, otherwise he really did not know how to explain it.

Robert Peel felt that these were the work of the Chartists, after all, the British government not only did not meet their demands, but also sent troops to suppress the Chartist demonstrations.

In fact, this is also a helpless move, at this time in the British economic crisis. A large number of factories are already closing, and if the wages of workers are increased, I am afraid that it will further affect the entire British economy.

Although the root cause of this economic crisis was that they and the Whigs misjudged the situation and hoarded it; But the butt decides the head, the businessmen are with themselves, and the government must protect their interests first.

As a result, the economic crisis was passed on to the workers in the cities and the peasants in the villages, both of whom suffered terribly.

"Then they hired killers to attack dignitaries and rich people, what a despicable and crude bunch." Robert Peel sighed.

"We must teach them a bloody lesson, so that that class, which has neither property nor reason, understands the dangers of revolution. More precisely, we must let them know what the price is! ”

Robert Peale received prolonged applause for his impassioned speech at Congress, and then he returned home and deployed two hundred soldiers and five cannons to keep him safe

Vienna, Schönbrunn Palace.

To be honest, Franz did not expect that the so-called Chartist would be able to do it to such an extent. With only a small amount of arms and money on the Austrian side, they were able to kill so many big names in the British government without even knowing it.

Presumably, at this time, the British top level must be in chaos, and everyone is in danger.

Of course, this was not Franz's intention, all he wanted was for Britain to be in a state of chaos.

At this time, he had more important things to do, Austria had accumulated too much gold, and once it was released, it was afraid that it would cause the gold to depreciate and cause inflation.

If it is normal inflation, it doesn't matter, but if the inflation rate is too high, the trust that people have built up so hard in the Austrian government will be lost.

In fact, at this time, Franz had several options, to repay the debt? Perhaps a good option to solve the debt problem that has plagued Austria for decades.

People like to say that "debt-free is light", but "debt-free" is not a good thing for a company or a country.

And if the debts of the Austrian Empire of nearly two billion florins were really paid off, countless millionaires could be created in minutes.

But it's still the same sentence, why should you pay back the money you borrowed with your ability.

In contrast, another seemingly outrageous option seems much more reasonable at this point.

"Riot soldiers" means investing money in the military. Of course, it was not the army that was investing at this time, but the navy.

True, in this age of the seas, Austria's navy and sea transport were too weak. And as we all know, from ancient times to the present, no matter what era, the navy is a gold-swallowing beast.

With the increase in trade with Africa, Central America, and Asia, the Austrian Empire did need more ships, and many "big things" needed ships.

Franz knew he wouldn't lose money by investing in it. Friedrich was also a man of integrity, but not necessarily his men.

So Franz still needs to send some people to supervise him, but to be honest, there are really not many people around him who can use it, especially in politics and economics.

As for the little friends arranged by the old emperor for Franz, they were still a group of little children at this time, and even if a few of them were adults, they lacked experience.

And this group of people is not a genius, but they have a very special identity. If they are really allowed to go out to take care of things, I am afraid that it will lead to a tragedy in which a layman commands an insider.

In addition, the water in the officialdom is too deep, even if these people have the shade of their ancestors, they may not be able to figure out the doorway.

So Franz had to go to Baron Brooke. For even though Baron Brooke was already the president of the Central Bank of the Austrian Empire, he had only added a carriage and still lived in the attic of the watch shop.

As the saying goes, "Things gather by like, and people by groups." ”

Franz felt that such a person must be surrounded by someone who could be used.

(End of chapter)