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Contini thought that the matter was over and was about to leave for North Africa, but Antonio called him again: "Master, you have to go back to the headquarters. There is a tricky thing."

If Antonio said it was tricky, then it must be tricky, but when he returned to the headquarters, he found that the matter was more tricky than he thought: there were two people sitting in the reception room, a woman and a child in his early 10s. The child looked a little smart, but Contini felt something was wrong.

After taking a few glances, he finally realized: This face looks like the leader's! Look at the woman again, she is in her 30s and still has charm, but there is an indescribable sense of vicissitudes on her face. Behind the vicissitudes, she is not timid like ordinary women, but contains a fierceness.

"Uncle Antonio, what's the matter?"

Antonio pointed his lips at the opposite side, then lowered his voice and said: "This woman came over and said that she is the leader's lover, and this child is the leader's illegitimate child. They are living in financial difficulties recently, and hope that we can take care of them."

Contini's brows frowned all of a sudden: he knew that it was not a little money that made Antonio embarrassed - if he could just use money to get rid of it, he would definitely do it directly. This matter involves the leader's private life, and it might be a time bomb.

Sure enough, when the woman opposite saw him come in, she immediately stood up and said: "Dear President, hello, I am Ida Dalser, and this is my child Benito Albino Dalser Mussolini."

"Mussolini?" Contini raised his eyebrows, "Does this child have the same surname as the leader?"

"He is the leader's son." Dalser called his son, "Albino, come and see the president quickly."

The child timidly called out: "Hello, Mr. President..." and then didn't know how to say anything.

After hearing her words, Contini realized that this was indeed Mussolini's lover. In fact, the two knew each other earlier than Mussolini and Rachel. ?Ida Dalser was a woman who dared to venture into the world in that era. When she was young, she went to Paris alone to study cosmetic medicine. After graduation, she opened a health and beauty salon in Milan. There she met Mussolini, who was then the president of "Avanti" (he was still a member of the Socialist Party at that time), and soon they fell in love.

Dalser fully supported the ambitious Mussolini. After Mussolini was expelled from the Socialist Party for advocating participation in the war, she sold all her assets to help Mussolini establish "Italian People's Daily" and gave birth to Benito Albino in November 1915. But before that, Mussolini got together with Rachel again, and even gave birth to Ada 5 years ago. Of course, there was no legal marriage relationship between him and Rachel, even after giving birth to Ada. This strange scene was partly due to Mussolini's chaotic private life, and partly to Rachel's character. She thought Mussolini was not stable and down-to-earth enough, and his personal character was not decent enough. Even if she had a child, she would still carefully consider the marriage.

In other words, Mussolini lived with two women and gave birth to children in these few short years. What was even more annoying was that after the war started, Mussolini enlisted in the army and got typhoid fever before he fought much. At this time, Dalther knew about Rachel and put pressure on him to ask Mussolini to marry her and call himself Mrs. Mussolini. However, this pressure was counterproductive, and Mussolini officially married Rachel instead.

The peaceful days lasted only more than a year before they began to fall apart again. Mussolini was injured on the front line. When he was hospitalized, the two women rushed to the hospital together and fought. Mussolini, who was covered in bandages, was so angry that he rolled off the bed. Seeing that marriage was impossible, Dalce took Mussolini to court and demanded child support in order to fight for his rights. This move undoubtedly embarrassed the ambitious Mussolini at the time. After a quarrel, an agreement was reached that Mussolini would provide 200 lire per month as child support until the child was 21 years old.

Contini knew the following story: as Mussolini's power consolidated and rose, the restless Dalce went to see him again, and then was locked up in a mental hospital. His 11-year-old son Benito Albino was forcibly sent to a boarding school. From then on, the mother and son were separated and never saw each other until they died. Dalce died in a mental hospital in 1937, and Albino also died in 1942 - of course, these were all the consequences of Mussolini's torture. However, history forked here. The two did not go directly to the Minister of the Interior, but found themselves instead.

"Ms. Dalser, I understand your intention." Contini pondered for a moment, "I believe you are telling the truth, and I also recognize that this child is the leader's son, but there is one thing we need to make clear. In what capacity do you intend to ask for my help?"

"I..." Dalser originally wanted to say "the leader's wife", but then he saw Contini's serious and cold expression, and did not dare to speak, but hesitated.

"If you still want to ask me as the leader's woman, I'm sorry I can't take care of it - I'm sure you know that it's different now. The leader is the highest authority in Italy, and many personal private lives have become national affairs and the image of the country. If you continue to destroy his image recklessly, I believe there will be a tragic story waiting for you; but if you take a step back and only ask me as the leader's child - an illegitimate child, I can consider taking care of it. After all, I am now the secretary-general of the party, and it is my unshirkable responsibility to help the leader solve problems and settle his family."

"It's a child, it's a child..." Dalser said quickly, "I have no wrong ideas. I just want to give the child a better future. Look how much he looks like the leader. All the teachers and classmates in the school see it. Come on, they laughed at him, I don’t want the poor child to be tortured... Also, I am old and have no other means of making a living. At that time, all my property was used as revolutionary funds for the leader, so I need help. "

Contini nodded: "It's good that you have this understanding, but I have to make a phone call with the leader himself first... To show solemnity, you can listen here."

The phone soon rang in the Prime Minister's Office. Mussolini was doing intense warm-up exercises with his new lover of the past two years, Alita Safenti. He was unhappy when he heard the phone ringing and picked it up. When he finally wanted to curse, Contini's voice came over: "Leader, I am Calais, can I take up 2 minutes of your precious time?"

When he heard that it was Contini's voice, Mussolini couldn't express his anger. He thought for a while and said, "Okay, you say it."

"Ms. Ida Dalser and her son are with me now!"

Originally Mussolini was listening to the phone absentmindedly, but after hearing the name Ida Dalser, he jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on and shouted: "Ignore her, ignore her, she It's a madman, it's a madman... drive her away! "

The sound was so loud that Ida Darser next to her could hear it clearly, and Antonio could see clearly: the woman's fists clenched suddenly.

"Leader... you listen to me." Contini continued to say unhurriedly, "He also brought the court judgment and other materials. My idea is this, this matter cannot be dealt with simply, there must be a complete solution. plan."

"What plan do you have, are you going to let her destroy my reputation and family again?"

"Leader, the result of categorical denial cannot meet expectations. In the eyes of the blind and ignorant public, this matter will spread quickly. Therefore, I think the best way to deal with it is not to let him speak..."

As soon as these words came out, not only Mussolini was stunned, but Ida Darser's expression also changed drastically - did he mean to silence himself?

"If I want to keep her silent, I can try. She has confessed to me face to face that her relationship with you has passed. You also told me, who has not? It is not a good idea to dwell on the past and dwell on it. But your son Albino is innocent. I want to arrange it like this... I will send them to Switzerland, and I will bear the subsequent financial expenses, so that they can live a peaceful life there, but they must agree to one condition—— You cannot cause trouble for the leader or tarnish the image of the country... As far as you are concerned, you have also shown your fatherly and humanitarian care.”

"Okay, okay, Calais, you are right."

Ida Dalser also heard what Contini said and nodded hurriedly: If she could live a life without worries about food and clothing, she would not bother to go to Mussolini.

"Then this is how I handle this matter?"

Mussolini sighed: "Calais, I've caused you trouble."

"Madam's side..." Contini had just spoken, and Mussolini immediately shouted in panic, "Don't, never..."

"Leader, avoiding is not the answer. You have to let your wife know. If she knows that you handle it properly, she will be happy..." Contini advised, "Hiding some things is not the way to solve the problem. You must face it bravely. I'll say hello to Madam. I'll go today and I'll weigh the pros and cons and explain it to her - but you must go home tonight, otherwise it will be difficult to clean up the grape trellis if it falls over. You know Madam's temper. "

Antonio next to him couldn't hold back his laughter: It seems true that Mussolini was afraid of Rachel, but why did he marry her if he was so afraid of her? It's really puzzling.

"Okay, okay, if you can communicate well, you must give me a call." Mussolini said, "I won't go out in the afternoon, so I will wait for your call at the Prime Minister's Office. Let's talk nicely... don't start an argument."

"Don't worry, Madam, I just said a few words..."

After putting down the phone, Mussolini was sweating profusely, as if he had just finished a battle. Alita Safendi, who was serving on his crotch, complained in a plaintive tone: "I hate it, it was so hard just now, what happened? Are you weak?"