Struggle in Russia

In Kehou’s eyes, the nobles and rich merchants in Wallachia are fat sheep, waiting for him to take care of them one by one with a butcher’s knife. Anyway, he has earned thousands of pounds in just a few days, which is worth his annual salary for several years. up.

The only thing that makes Kojon regretful and dissatisfied is that this business is not his exclusive business, the hateful French are also making such a fortune, and because of the influence of the Bretianu brothers, a large number of top leeks are more willing to be sold by the French. Dude Harvest, you say you are angry or not.

"Have you done everything I asked you to do?" Kehong asked his subordinates impatiently, "Why do so many Wallachias choose to go to the French Consulate General instead of coming to us!"

His subordinates looked at each other in blank dismay, because the task Kojon had given him was really not that easy to do. Kojon told them to spread gossip, discredit France, and even suggest that France and Russia were the same breed.

But this effect is really mediocre, and the reason is very simple: "Your Excellency, we have dispatched competent people to complete the task you gave us, but it seems that someone is deliberately against us, and the people we bought to spread the news have been arrested. Some of them were directly shot!"

"so……"

Ke Hong's expression changed immediately, and he asked, "So what?"

"So now no one dares to contact us anymore, those street people have been scared out of their wits!"

Ke Hong asked a little annoyed: "Then, have you figured out who is doing the right thing to us?"

"It seems...it seems to be a group of people led by Brother Bretianu..."

Hearing the name Bretianu, Cojon's heart would ache, because these brothers were clearly discovered and cultivated by him, and they could obviously become his men. As a result, because of the lack of action in the country, the French were cut off halfway, and now they have become the pawns of the French.

If the brothers were still under his command, he would have the final say in Wallachia, and it would be Diomede's turn to play the big role there!

"Then contact Kristin Thiel and ask him to troubleshoot those brothers, and don't let them be too arrogant!"

Kohon's poor subordinate replied hesitantly: "Your Excellency, Mr. Christian Thiel has left Bucharest a long time ago, and his whole family is in Istanbul..."

This answer made Cojon feel suffocated, because although he supported many leading parties in Wallachia, only a few people such as the Bretianu brothers and Christian Thiel could really stand on the stage. That's all.

The Bretianu brothers rebelled, and Christian Thiel ran away with oil on the soles of his shoes early, what do you call this!

Ke Hong thought for a while, and could only say: "Then go to General Alexandru Jan Nedelcharu, commander of the Third Division of the National Self-Defense Forces. Tell him, just say what I mean!"

In fact, it’s not that there’s no other way. Kohon doesn’t want to ask Alexandru Jan Nedelcharu for help. One reason is that this guy’s asking price is quite high. For such a little work, he will have to send a thousand or two thousand pounds. It’s a dead money. string of money. The second is because this guy is a little unclear about all aspects. Although he has been a leading party for the United Kingdom, he is secretly said to have connections with Austria, Prussia, and even Turkey.

But who made Ke Hong no one available now, so he had to use this "mercenary" captain.

"By the way, what is that Diomede doing recently?" Ke Hong suddenly stopped the subordinate who was about to execute the order, and asked again: "It's impossible for him to be so honest, he didn't move at all?"

The subordinate thought for a while and replied: "Recently, he has not done anything special except to go to Prahova frequently to investigate oil fields!"

This made Cojon deep in thought, because before he always felt that the so-called oil companies and oil fields were just a cover, and someone must be the white glove of the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs. But white gloves need to have the self-consciousness of white gloves. When is this time, how can they go to survey oil fields instead of doing business?

Ke Hong subconsciously thought there was a problem, and asked again: "Is he really going to investigate the oil field?"

"Yes, a special survey team was brought along, it doesn't seem like a fake."

"Didn't he meet someone secretly halfway?"

"No, we sent people to watch the whole process! He absolutely did not meet with other characters in secret!"

Now Kehong really doesn't understand, is it true what is in the oil field? But even if it is true, the Russians are about to come back again. Aren't you a Frenchman digging for oil here just asking for trouble? Besides, how much economic benefits can oil have, and how much money can it make. With this skill, it would be better to trap a few more Wallachian nobles in Bucharest!

Anyway, Ke Hong couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Li Xiao was selling in this gourd. In fact, it's simple. No matter how elite Kehong is, he is also limited by the times. He doesn't understand the importance of black gold like oil. Naturally, he can't understand why Li Xiao is so interested in oil fields.

However, Kehong also has an advantage. He doesn't bother to worry about the problems that he can't figure out for the time being. He thinks that as long as he keeps observing, he will catch Li Xiao's fox tail one day. So he asked again: "How about the investigation of this person's identity that I ordered? Is there any feedback from the French embassy?"

Ever since he figured out what Li Xiao was doing, Cohon became interested in it immediately, because he had never heard of a big family named Diomede in France, let alone the French working in the oil industry. What achievements have been made in the field.

Now suddenly Li Xiao fell from the sky and landed in Bucharest indistinctly. He instinctively thought that there must be something wrong with it. He believed that there must be something wrong with Li Xiao's identity, and it was very likely that it was the white gloves of the French diplomatic service who infiltrated Wallachia under the guise of cooperation.

So Cohon immediately wrote to Palmerston asking him to urge the British embassy in France to verify Li Xiao's identity and find out who Li Xiao really is!

"Your Excellency, the French embassy has not yet found out the real identity of Mr. Diomede, but as far as they know, the French side does not have much interest in oil, and they have not heard of any particularly large oil companies."

Ke Hong rubbed his chin. Although the answer was far from what he wanted, it basically confirmed his guess that there was indeed a problem with someone's identity. Thinking of this, he couldn't help being a little proud. He thought that if he told the news to those Wallachia pro-French factions who were flocking to someone, what would those Wallachia wretches look like?