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Count Erlach looked at the Crown Prince in surprise: "Your Highness, repairing those things... ahem, I an the ruins, seems rather pointless.
"You know, Bern City has only 15,000 people, it’s hard to sustain such a large theater."
The nobles and capitalists in Bern total to less than two thousand, and those willing to spend 6 francs on a theater ticket are even fewer; surely every performance will result in losses.
As for the spa, he didn’t even dare to ntion it.
These days, people already don’t bathe much due to religious influences. And Switzerland is full of hot springs, even if soone wants a soak, they can easily find a spot in the wild. Who would co to your "Imperial Ruins" to waste money?
Joseph smiled and said: "Please rest assured, soon there will be plenty of tourists from French or Italian regions, and these ruins will bring considerable inco to Boroni."
Just kidding, once "Roman Narratives" start, these Ancient Roman era architectural facilities will be cultural symbols.
By then, if Joseph personally visits a few tis, "Touring Imperial Ruins" will quickly beco a new fashion among nobles from various countries.
Switzerland’s scenery is exceptionally beautiful, and with its cuisine and skiing, it is very suitable for developing tourism.
With the influx of tourists from all countries, railroads will beco a necessity, and by then building railroads won’t be a worry for investors.
"That’s truly a great idea!"
Count Erlach praised, then cautiously added:
"Your Highness, there’s also one other insignificant matter."
"Hmm, I’m listening."
"It’s about the State Congress." The Swiss rubbed his hands together and said, "Do you see if the current election thod can be maintained? Of course, the Congress will fully cooperate with the Governor you appoint."
"Absolutely." Joseph nodded, "Even matters like taxation and legislation will still be decided by the Congress, the Governor will only have veto power."
"Praise your benevolence! Every Bern citizen’s freedom is protected because of you!" Count Erlach was overjoyed, he was prepared for the Congress to turn into a "background panel," never expecting the Crown Prince to grant such significant powers!
In such remote areas, handing over governance to local Congresses for autonomy is both more efficient and fault-tolerant.
Currently, France also has many "Third Tier Council Provinces," such as in the Eastern Province, where local Congresses have always existed.
Moreover, according to Joseph’s plan, the French Governnt will soon start forming a Senate and House of Representatives.
France can’t rely on just him for managent forever. As France has gradually gotten on track in all aspects, a dual monarchy is the most suitable administrative model for now.
With the two chambers taking on governntal affairs, he can relax a bit, knowing he’s hardly enjoyed any vacation these years.
After the banquet ended, the three Swiss maintained the noblest poses and exited the Palace of Versailles.
As soon as they left the Court Guard’s sight, they hugged each other and cried.
The 400,000 francs swindled from them no longer mattered.
He retained his position as Deputy Speaker. He kept Allens Bank.
They all secured their political futures, and even for their achievents in "entering France," there will likely be further opportunities.
After their excitent, the trio quickly sent today’s audience with the Crown Prince back to Bern via the Sharp Signal Tower.
The state Congress dispatched a special envoy at noon the next day, carrying the urgently drafted "Union Application," on four good horses towards Paris.
...
March 29, 1800.
In the café on the east side of Notre Da de Paris, Porte Yer loosened his tie and turned towards the door: "Why hasn’t Henry arrived yet?"
Facing him, Chommon was deafened by the jubilant music and cheers outside, leaned forward, and shouted: "What did you just say?"
"Henry," Porte Yer had to shout against the noise, "he’s late. If he delays any longer, the wedding’s going to start!"
Barely finished speaking, a round body jogged over and slapped Chommon’s shoulder, shouting: "Haha, here is our great hero! I heard you’ve earned a Golden Iris? You’ve got to let see it!"
Chommon frowned and brushed his hand away: "You should’ve been here over 20 minutes ago.
"Moreover, I earned the Silver Iris. If I were ’fortunate’ enough to be hit by artillery during the Bayreuth breakout, perhaps there’d be a chance at the Golden Iris—awarded to my wife on my behalf."
"Oh, right, Silver Iris, but you’re still a hero admired by all. Now when my father sees you, he must salute."
The chubby man pointed to Porte Yer across the table, feigning anger: "Oh, Pierre, we’ve hardly heard from you for ages. Danny even thought you were a casualty in Switzerland or Baden..."
Porte Yer casually replied: "Don’t change the subject, you were late."
"Oh, I’m sorry, a buyer wanted to sign a contract imdiately. You know, it’s worth a full 13,000 francs, it really is..."
"So much money!" Chommon exclaid in surprise, "What business are you in now?"
"Oh, just those little carts," Rochefort waved it off, "Now with railroads being built everywhere, there’s significant demand for them."
He turned to Porte Yer: "You haven’t answered , where have you been all these years?"
Porte Yer hesitated, pouting: "Uh, first as a junior officer..."
He ant joining the Security Bureau and obtaining a Lieutenant rank.
"Then I’ve been racing all over the globe, getting acquainted with so big figures abroad, yeah, the kind that control thousands of people."
The big figures referred to were the senior mbers of the United Irishn Association, capable of mobilizing tens of thousands for uprisings.
"Last year I ventured into finances, recently investing in agricultural futures, but didn’t earn much."
Finances here referred to assisting in shorting British stocks, while agricultural futures was about stirring the London grain price during the many countries’ embargo on British wheat.
Of course, not much profit was made, for his salary plus allowances were fixed at 120 francs a month.
"You’re always so capable," Rochefort shook his coffee cup at him, "the last ti I t Lady Lavicia, she was still talking about you."
Outside the café, the continuous sound of ceremonial cannons blared, he promptly stood up: "The wedding is about to begin! We must hurry, or else we won’t even squeeze into the square later!"
Yes, today was the Crown Prince’s wedding day.
In an unprecedented move, His Highness arranged the ceremony at Notre Da Square and granted nationwide holidays during the wedding, so this area was already teeming with people.
"Weren’t you late," Chommon leisurely stood up, "but don’t worry, I can walk the ’Honor Passage.’
He was the hero awarded with the Silver Iris dal, exempted from queues wherever he went.
Porte Yer also calmly said, "Coincidentally, I have so connections too, should be able to blend into the front row for a spot."
As a Lieutenant in the Security Bureau, he’s familiar with the agents responsible for security there.
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