Austria 1840

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"Remember the infrastructure construction mentioned above. This time, we will support the smaller cities with more of the kingdom's finances. These small cities will definitely agree, and Milan and Venice will definitely oppose..."

The more Karl talks, the more motivated he feels. Isn't this just combining a bunch of small ones to make big ones, and Britain often does this too.

Sometime in the future, there is a practice where the countryside surrounds the city, that is, ants kill the elephant.

"...We just provoked everyone, provoked them to scold the nobles of Milan and Venice, and scolded them for not having the ability to fart, and they knew how to **** blood, and **** the blood of small cities."

"It's a good idea. Well, it's the truth. Milan and Venice, the capitals of the two principalities, sucked a lot of blood, and it also slowed down the development of the surrounding small cities."

"What about the funds of our Lao Ha family, in fact, it is also first to take root in small and medium-sized cities, and enjoy a wave of dividends from the government's financial tilt. Warm up, and then there will be wolves tearing tigers."

Anton felt a wave of bandit anger again, what kind of "wolves tearing tigers", very **** and brutal.

"That is to say, regardless of the war of public opinion - mainly against the common people and handicraftsmen, small entrepreneurs, small businessmen, or economic war - mainly against the big aristocrats, big capitalists, big traders, we have to fight and win."

Carl concluded.

"Uncle Anton, after talking about the economy, let's talk about civilization and culture, our advantages."

This kind of cultural advantage is actually **** most of the time.

When they go to North Korea, they think they are the most advanced culture in the world; when they go south, they also think that they are far more advanced than the big men in the north; the big man himself thinks that he is the only one for five thousand years, and everything else is shit. .

In fact, no matter who they are, except for a few enough rational people, they all think that their civilization and culture are more advanced and wiser than those of other countries and other nations.

"We have so many philosophers and scientists in Germany, and I don't need to introduce them. In Italy, except in the years of the Renaissance, there are some talents, but unfortunately these old capitals have been exhausted."

This is obviously a stolen concept. Germany is Germany and Austria is Austria. It is better than the average cultural quality of all people, let's talk about literacy rate. The Austrian Empire is not necessarily comparable to the Italian region.

If you only compare it with northern Italy, it will definitely be incomparable, but if you only compare it with northern Italy, Austria will definitely take out the Grand Duchy of Austria and Bohemia, and will not bring those old, young, frontier and poor areas.

Anton was dizzy, and he couldn't say that the German region did not belong to Austria. At this time in Austria, most people not only counted the small German state as their own, but even thought that Prussia was just the son of a split family. .

Note that Prussia, in the eyes of Austrians, is not the brother of the family, but the son of the family.

Prussia, like Bavaria, is a son, but the difference between the eldest son and the second son.

And that dad, of course, was Austria herself.

"Well, it makes sense to say that, we are much better than Italy in terms of civilization and culture."

You see, soon, Anton was circled in.

"Cough, um, that, Uncle Anton, just a digression, what do you do?"

Carl circled him and started to do things.

"I'm writing a book at home."

Ouch, no wonder he looked like a fool, Carl sighed inwardly.

But he secretly called out again, literate, hehe, literate, I can't fool you to death.

"Well, what kind of book? Isn't it love?"

"Hey, it's love, and there are other stories, but most of them are love stories."

"In this way, Uncle Anton, I'll give you a task. We will provide you with information one after another. You can help me write a biography, one is about Emperor Franz, the other is about Maria Ludovica, um, special. Empress Leza should also write one."

Well, there are also Emperor Joseph II, Archduke Karl and Archduke John. The former is the emperor, and the latter two have personalities, and they all have content to dig out, that is, they can be fabricated.

But let's not mention these people now, let's write about those who have become immortals, you can dress up.

"Apart from the biography?" Anton asked proactively.

It's really strange, he actually asked, this writing is his favorite.

"Yes, the Northern Italian War Chronicles, mainly about the French invasion of Northern Italy, Austria sent troops to rescue, countless casualties, and finally drove out the French wolf cubs, and returned Italy to a bright future."

The more Carl thought about it, the more he felt that there was a lot of room for expansion and a lot of room to play. In fact, it is convenient to discredit some people on the opposite side and whitewash some of our own people.

"This Northern Italian War Chronicle, you can write me ten volumes and eight volumes, and then I will provide you with the materials, so you can give me the best of it."

As soon as the words came out, Carl thought that he was not enough by himself. This is not like the later generations, who can write seven or eight thousand words a day.

"By the way, who else in our old Ha family writes books?"

Carl wants to make use of all these wastes, let them shine, and add luster to the old Ha family. Well, it can also be said to paint the old Ha family.

Lao Ha's family is too short of make-up artists, so every time he leaves the country without face, that's inappropriate.

"No, it's just me... oh, I heard that Uncle Ludwig has a younger brother who also writes books."

Before Karl could ask in detail, he said again, "It's a pity that I can't get in touch."

This nerd, Carl cursed inwardly.

But this nerd is pure, I'm going to contaminate him. Carl swears secretly in his heart that polluting a person is far from being able to educate a person.

"Then does anyone in your circle of friends write books?"

"There are, there are several. We often get together to discuss the plot, and design various characters."

"How is their financial situation?" This is very important, Carl needs to ask clearly.

"Except for me, their economy is not good. I am my father who is the governor, and it will not be bad financially. They are also from a small noble family, but because of writing novels and so on, they are considered by the family to be unprofessional, and the annuity is short and short. Now If you don't take the next meal, I usually rely on me to help."

"Uncle Anton, do you guys have integrity?"

When Carl listened to it, he had no money. I hired you to professionally smear opponents and whitewash teammates.

"What kind of ethics? We're not in China, and we're not women, so we don't care about that. Besides, you are a child, why are you asking about this ethics? No wonder Uncle Carl says you're a little adult."

Karl stroked his forehead with one hand and pinched his chin with the other. He was very anxious, but he had no choice but to put it another way and ask:

"Well, that, well, Uncle Anton, do you have a bottom line?"

"What's wrong with this? Of course I wear underpants. This is the age of civilization. Why don't we wear underpants? Children, don't ask these questions, what kind of ethics, what kind of underpants."

"Well, Uncle Anton, your friends who "write books" don't have money, right? Are they willing to write more interesting and vivid stories for money?"

"Carl, you're asking, we've been doing this all the time. We want to write the story in an interesting, vivid, and immersive way."

"Alright, alright, Uncle Anton, I won't spare you, let me tell you straight, are you willing to sell your soul?"

"Are you Satan, who specializes in buying and selling souls?"

Oh, it's very difficult for me to go, but I must take you down and take down your friends who "write books".

Take it down, take it down, take it down, Karl gritted his teeth and muttered, rubbing his hands on the table vigorously, venting on the one hand and encouraging himself on the other.

"What's the matter with you, little Carl, do you have a toothache?"

"Uncle Anton, I don't have a toothache, I have a headache, but it's fine. Your friends who write books, I invite them, including you, to write something. Some people may not agree with these things."

Carl looked at the serious look of Anton, and said straight through gritted teeth:

"Uncle Anton, can you and your friends write fake stories? Can you spread rumors? Can you discredit them? Can you whitewash them? Do they want face? Do they have principles?

This six consecutive questions is even more powerful than three consecutive questions.

"This, Carl, you've been talking about this for a long time, don't worry, there is no shame in writing a book, there is no principle, smear this, whitewash that, help this rumor today, tomorrow To spread rumors for that, the day after tomorrow, you can deny a fact with conscience, and then clarify and prove the nonsense, it's trivial."

After he finished speaking, he laughed at himself:

"We dare to do anything except eating shit, as long as we give money."

He looked at Carl, came up cautiously, and added:

"But when I say dare to do anything, I mean to dare to write anything written in the book. In fact, in life, we dare not do anything."

Isn't this the keyboard warrior of later generations? Isn't this the mouthpiece of later generations? Isn't this the cowards of later generations?

Only then did Carl let out a long sigh of relief, "Oh, I'm sloppy, I'm sloppy, I'm sassy, ​​I'm sloppy, I shouldn't go around, UU reading www. uukanshu. Isn't com reading novels like this before?

Especially historical novels, aren't they all made up by the authors.

Let's not talk about historical novels, let's talk about serious history. Historians dress up casually. Those shameless old people who take money fool their masters. If they pay taxes, they are masters.

I was actually afraid of hurting their self-esteem, so I was euphemistic. I was almost mournful when I stepped on the horse.

They don't have self-esteem. What hurts? They are afraid of hurting money, not their self-esteem.

I'm so stupid.

The person who writes the book, you tell him the bottom line and principles?

Don't you talk about conscience, justice, and compassion for those involved in politics. Isn't it all the same. Is it all bullshit?

Isn't it all a waste of time to talk about logic, rationality, and calmness with the idiots?

"In this way, Uncle Anton, this time I will go to Northern Italy with Uncle Carl, and then I will visit Uncle Rena again. The tax I told you before, strict investigation and blow, I will go to Rena then. Uncle said it himself."

Carl originally planned to give Anton some time to think and digest. said directly:

"Well, that's right, I'll be a dog-head military division for you, and I'll help you take down a few disobedient ones. Not much, take down the top three, um, the top five who dance the most, and take them all as me. 's nomination certificate."

Anton was about to speak, but was interrupted by Carl, and he continued:

"And your friends who write books, meet them then, and we'll talk about writing plans. There's definitely enough money, let's just say, enough for them to hang out, enough for them to play sick. Just give the book to I've written it."

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