Mediterranean hegemon

There is no better son than a father. Although Contini's thoughts have been perfectly integrated with the little Ciano's and show different characteristics, his demeanor, movements, tone and even eyes are still those of the little Ciano. The old man can see behind it at a glance. The real mystery.

He sighed: "Calais, I have to admit that the leader's successful march into Rome has aroused the ambition and ambition of many people. It is not surprising that you have such thoughts. On the contrary, it is abnormal that you do not have similar thoughts. . However, although your abilities, the resources you control, and the family behind you are far greater than those of leaders of the same age, we have to admit that the opportunities faced by leaders are almost unique. In many cases, the abilities of successful people are not necessarily stronger than those of losers. , maybe what determines success and failure is just an opportunity and a fate, and now you don't have this possibility. "

"Father, why can't I understand what you are saying?" Contini chuckled, "I admit that I do have other ideas, but the ideas you just mentioned are really not the same thing as mine."

"you……"

Seeing that old Ciano wanted to persuade him again, Contini quickly waved his hand to stop him: "Father, let's think about the problem from another perspective. You think my motives are impure. Do you think the leader thinks my motives are pure? Will he care about you? Those things you are worried about?”

"Well..." Old Ciano hesitated, "I should also have this concern."

"If so, why did the leader agree? He could have refused directly. If he refused, I couldn't say anything."

After being told this, the old Ciano fell into deep thought: There was no reason why Mussolini could not think of the problem that he could think of. What was his purpose? Could it be that he was using this as an excuse to deal with himself in the future? But is he worth such a big fight?

"Can you listen to my analysis?" Seeing that old Ciano was thinking wildly again, Contini quickly brought his thoughts back.

"Say it."

"First, the leader didn't think of this at all. I don't think it's impossible, but the probability is less than 5%; second, he thought of it, but he thought it was just young people messing around. After a while, it would automatically stop and he couldn't do it. Evil man, I think the possibility is no higher than 15%; thirdly, the leader has thought of it, and he has his own purpose. He thinks he can control me through this matter. I think the possibility is at least 80%."

Old Ciano nodded: "This analysis is basically in line with my thoughts."

"Then let me talk about why the leader thinks he can control me." Contini listed them one by one. "First, he thinks I am too young and I can't manage hundreds of people. When the time comes, I will have to rely on the people he sends. In this way, I control the personnel in name, but in reality the leader secretly controls them, and I have to pay for him. Secondly, he thinks that I lack military experience and don’t know what the military is all about. Maybe I am just watching the fun. He came to see me experiment with various new ideas - it was my money that was burned and my contribution was the country's tactical strategy. Why wouldn't he do it? Thirdly, even if I manage well and control well in the end, I won't be able to do anything. As long as he sends a few people to take over, all my initial investment will be used to make wedding clothes for others."

Old Ciano said nothing with his mouth, but expressed his agreement with these thoughts with his eyes.

"So I will let you and the leaders see different operating logic and development direction." Contini said, "Don't you still have to personally check it? If you really feel that I have gone out of line, wouldn't it be better to order a suspension? "

Old Ciano sighed: "Okay, it barely gave me a reason, but I suggest the number of people..."

"The number of people cannot be smaller, not to mention that the nature will not change due to the increase or decrease in the number of people." Contini quickly said, "I will show up in the name of hired bodyguards and industrial guards, and will not make people think that this is a To be honest, although these brave men are generally over 30 years old, they are very experienced. They are all my seeds. I also hope to train them into airborne troops to practice my air supremacy theory. Thoughts.”

"How much are you going to spend on this?"

"You can use as much as you need. I can still afford to support such a small number of people...Besides, the planes, pilots, and venues are all ready-made, so it really doesn't cost much to train for skydiving."

When the old Ciano thought of his son's speculation that made more than 10 million US dollars in profit, he nodded silently, and finally said: "I warn you not to mess around. The stipulated 240 people will never be exceeded. The roster, training You must register and report your tasks, expenditures, and weapons and equipment in detail so that I can keep track of your movements. If anything happens, I can go out of my way to mediate for you."

"Thank you father, but I really don't mess around."

"Come on, I don't know your character yet? In order to prevent chaos in the world, I must make no less demands!"

"Okay!" This time it was Contini's turn to be defeated. Fortunately, he did not have any bad intentions for the time being. He really just wanted to train more than 200 special forces - the success rate cannot be 100%. It would be better to set a higher limit. It is helpful to maintain the scale after elimination. This can be suppressed very well. The father and son finally reached an agreement in this field.

When he returned home at night, old Ciano still felt vaguely uneasy and couldn't sleep. He finally told his wife all the news and hoped that the other party would come forward to persuade his son not to be too hasty in doing things. , Young people should not be impulsive, but should take a step-by-step approach.

Who knows, his wife sneered: "Why don't I just get some bodyguards and some firearms? What big family doesn't have one? The Agnelli family's bodyguard team even has tanks and armored vehicles, why don't you tell me?" "

This is really not an injustice to the Agnelli family. Fiat itself has the ability to manufacture tanks and armored vehicles. Wouldn't it be most normal to get a few "test" vehicles? Old Ciano was at a loss for words.

Then the lady added: "It's a good thing for a son to be ambitious. With a family background like ours, abilities like Calais, and a father like you, how can he not be better than a leader? You see, he went to Germany for a month and earned a fraction more than you." He has made a lot of money in his life, so why can't he be the prime minister? It's fine if you don't want to be the prime minister. If your son wants to be the prime minister, you still want to stop him. I really don't know what you think of being a father... "

"Me?" Old Ciano, who was scolded by his wife, was completely speechless. "Why don't I agree with his progress? Aren't I worried about him?"

"That's why I ask you to help me with suggestions and advice. When my son comes to ask for advice, you should find a way to tell him what to do, instead of simply saying that it can't be done - this can't be done, that can't be done. The days are passing by, when will I see Calais as Prime Minister?”

Old Ciano screamed in his heart: How come I am such an honest and uncomplaining person, surrounded by ambitious people? On one side is my son who is racking his brains, and on the other is he who wants to be the Prime Minister's wife but cannot, so he has to retire. And secondly, I think that being the mother of the Prime Minister is also an excellent wife. Do you really think that the position of the Prime Minister is like a taxi, and anyone who wants to can sit in it?

On second thought, it seems that the average term of Italian prime ministers is very short, especially since the average term did not exceed one year after World War I. Maybe this kid from Calais really has a chance to become prime minister.

Then the question arises, if your son becomes prime minister in the future, how should you address yourself as a minister when you meet him?

Old Ciano, who couldn't figure it out, simply stopped thinking about it and just took it one step at a time...