Chapter 86 Meeting (Additional Chapter for RIsland Boss)

Chapter 86 Meeting (Additional update for R_Island)

In the police department, in the intelligence team office.

Fouche had a dark face, stared coldly at the intelligence team leaders in front of him with a pair of dead fish eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Shame! This is simply a shame!"

The intelligence team lowered their heads in grievance, not daring to answer at all.

Fouche said word by word: "I will give you another 10 days. If you still can't get anything useful, I will find a few reporters to sit in your seats! Do you understand?!"

"Yes, I understand!" Several people said in unison.

They were really helpless - their men took a lot of effort to find some clues about the High Court judge's black material, and excitedly asked the "informant" to give it to Marat. Unexpectedly, Marat smiled and handed the "informant" a booklet. Their little "big discovery" had already been printed on it, and it was much more detailed than what they found. The next day, everyone in Paris knew about it.

They really couldn't figure out why these reporters could investigate faster than their professional intelligence...

They could only secretly make up their minds to get important intelligence that would shock these reporters and avenge their previous shame!

Fouche left angrily. Several intelligence team leaders immediately whispered to each other:

"I have hooked up with Vesinier's maid and Duport's mistress. What about you?"

"My people got the password of Vesinier's safe and sneaked in with two people, but they didn't have a chance to do anything..."

"I copied all the letters from those judges. Do you want to see them?"

"My informant can enter the file library of the High Court. If that doesn't work, we can steal all the files?"

...

Paris High Court.

In the conference room, Chief Justice Vesinier's words were repeatedly interrupted by the voices of protesters outside. He rushed to the window angrily and shouted down: "Can't you be quiet? You uneducated guys!"

Some powerful protester immediately threw a fist-sized piece of soil over, almost getting into the third-floor window.

Vezinier was startled and quickly retreated to the conference table, shouting with a dark face: "What are those policemen doing? Why haven't they arrested the rioters yet!?"

A judge sitting on the left with a melancholy look covered his ears with his hands and said: "Those pamphlets are the key. They are inciting hatred against the High Court. Without those things, the crowd will disperse quickly."

Vezinier nodded slowly, but was puzzled: "Viscount Duport, aren't most of these pamphlets under the control of the one in the Royal Palace? Why would they attack the High Court?"

"Who knows?" Duport said, "Maybe we have to go to him to find out the situation."

The judge with a hooked nose next to him said in a deep voice: "You go to the Royal Palace. I'll go to the police station! These damn policemen only know how to be lazy. I'm almost driven crazy by these untouchables!"

Soon, several carriages squeezed out of the High Court in a panic amid the boos of the protesting crowd, and went in two directions.

...

In the study of the Royal Palace, the Duke of Orleans looked at the two middle-aged men in front of him and asked, "So, what do you think?"

The judge of the High Court had just left, complaining that the High Court had been under pressure from public opinion recently, and asked him to think of a solution.

He also knew that there had been a proliferation of pamphlets that were beyond his control recently, and it was time to fight back, so he immediately summoned his two most powerful writers to discuss countermeasures.

The man with a high nose bridge and a face that looked a bit like an Italian flipped through the pamphlets in his hand, and said hesitantly, "My Lord, to be honest, these novels are very attractive... I mean, ordinary people who don't have any knowledge will find them very interesting."

The handsome man with blue eyes continued, "And it's very cheap, I heard that it only costs 1 sou and 5 deniers. You see, it even has 5 illustrations."

"So," the Duke of Orleans nodded, "I need you to write something more interesting as soon as possible to suppress these pamphlets.

"As for the price, you don't have to worry about it. "

As a veteran in manipulating public opinion, he knew that a 16-page pamphlet with 5 pictures would cost 5 to 6 sous. But in order to regain the right to speak in public opinion, he could only sell it for 1 sou and 5 deniers.

And judging from the scale of those pamphlets, it is estimated that at least tens of thousands of copies were sold. In other words, to achieve the same sales volume, he would have to lose 3,000 to 4,000 livres a day.

The Duke of Orleans frowned. He could afford the money, but who was the other party that was willing to pay so much money to deal with the High Court?

Could it be Brian?

He sneered. Want to challenge me with public opinion? Then give it a try!

…

Vezinier hurried to the city hall and went straight to the police station, but was told by a clerk that the chief of police had gone to Brittany to purchase police equipment.

Brittany is far away on the west coast of France, and it takes at least half a month to go back and forth.

Vezinier asked helplessly: "What about the assistant chief of police?"

The clerk said respectfully: "He also went to Brittany. "

Vezinier was angry: "Who is in charge here now? !"

"The Chief of Police didn't say..."

Vezinier was so frustrated that he had to return to the carriage and go to find the police commissioner of the Louvre District.

However, when he arrived at the Louvre District Police Station, he got the news that "Police Commissioner Mr. Arden took all the main officials to the Paris Police Academy for training."

The next day, Vezinière arrived at the Paris Police Station again, only to find out that Arden had gone to the training ground opened by the police academy in the southern suburbs, more than ten kilometers away.

In this way, he went around with Arden for three days, but still failed to catch anyone.

In the end, he planned to go to the nearby Saint-Germain district to mobilize some police forces to disperse the protesters outside the High Court. The police commissioner of the Saint-Germain district expressed his desire to help, but he needed the inter-regional transfer order of the police director to leave...

Mirabeau watched the scenery outside the carriage window quickly pass by, subconsciously stroking his cane, and his brows unconsciously frowned.

To be honest, he really didn't want to participate in today's meeting - he had already received news of the previous cabinet meeting, and it was clear that the prince and Brian were now in the same faction. And he had just attended a gathering to denounce Brian a few days ago, what could he say to the prince?

But Mr. Dupont insisted that this meeting was very important and repeatedly asked him to come.

Although his relationship with Dupont was ordinary, Dupont was the big money behind several politicians who were on good terms with him, and he was also the president of the French Chamber of Commerce. He himself ran a large number of workshops and shops, and a lot of business depended on the Chamber of Commerce, so he couldn't offend Dupont too much.

Son of God? He smiled and shook his head. No matter how talented he was, he was just a thirteen-year-old child. Did Brian want to use his identity to negotiate with him?