Chapter 412 Every Family Has Its Own Problems

A noble estate in southern Ireland.

A female rider was energetically driving a tall white horse to gallop in the horse farm, but she and the white mare both felt that the world inside the fence was too small.

The female rider grabbed the reins and squeezed the horse's belly. The horse jumped over the fence and galloped on the road in the woods. The June wind (1843) blew on her face, making her feel a little refreshed.

The crooked houses on both sides of the road were her "neighbors", which made her face flash with disgust.

With thin lips, a high nose bridge, and a naturally cold and arrogant temperament, the female rider really felt that she was the most perfect creation of God.

She was thinking about the meeting in a while.

The capable banker should bring her more surprises. After all, she did not hoard food or goods, but bought land.

Yes, the land of those damn poor Irish ghosts, although dirty, must bring them a lot of income.

As for his lovers, he should reward them, but not too much, so as not to make them slack off. He should whip them well at night.

At this moment, a gunshot broke the silence and interrupted the female rider's imagination.

The horse was frightened and raised its front hooves high, but it didn't know that its master had fallen down and one hand was hanging weakly.

Because of the action just now, the woman's body fell from the horse's back and rolled into the mud.

The hostess who was just high and mighty has now become a corpse rolling in the mud.

The head was shot, and the red, yellow and black formed a weird picture on the woman's brand new white shirt.

The killer blew the muzzle of the gun, turned around and jumped onto a hay cart.

"This gun is good." The gunman only said this sentence, and the other party did not answer.

The driver urged the carriage as if nothing had happened, leaving only two unclear ruts on the small road in the field.

After several hours, people found the body of the female rider in the mud. Her horse, clothes, and personal belongings were gone, leaving only a muddy body.

Downing Street, London.

Robert Peel opened a letter and just read it for a few seconds, then threw it aside, put his hands behind his head and let out a long breath.

But in fact, his scalp was about to explode. In recent times, several important supporters of the Tory Party have been assassinated.

At first, people suspected that this was a political assassination because the first few victims were officials, but soon the victims were not just officials, but also wealthy businessmen, large landowners, widows who inherited huge estates, etc.

But soon people found out that this was a political assassination because the dead were all supporters of the Tory Party.

Robert Peel has ordered several times to investigate the matter, but the number of victims is still increasing, and the identity of the murderer is still unclear.

Fortunately, the Queen did not ask about this matter, otherwise he really didn't know how to explain it.

Robert Peel felt that these should be the Chartists' tricks. After all, the British government not only did not meet their demands, but also sent troops to suppress the Chartists' march.

In fact, this was also a helpless move. At this time, the British economy was in crisis. A large number of factories had already closed down. If the workers were given more wages, it would probably further affect the entire British economy.

Although the root cause of this economic crisis was that they and the Whigs misjudged the situation and hoarded goods; but the butt determines the head, the businessmen are in the same group with themselves, and the government must protect their interests first.

As a result, the economic crisis was transferred to the workers in the city and the farmers in the countryside, and both suffered.

"Then they hired killers to attack politicians and the rich. What a despicable and crude group of people." Robert Peel sighed.

"We must teach them a bloody lesson, so that the class without property and reason can understand the danger of revolution. More precisely, we must let them know what the price is!"

Robert Peel's impassioned speech in Congress was greeted with long-lasting applause, and then he returned home to allocate two hundred soldiers and five cannons to protect his safety

Vienna, Schönbrunn Palace.

To be honest, Franz did not expect that the so-called Chartists could do this. The Austrian side only supported a small amount of weapons and funds, and they were able to kill so many big figures in the British government without anyone noticing.

I guess the British high-level officials must be in chaos at this time, and everyone is in danger.

Of course, this is not Franz's original intention. He just wants Britain to be in a state of chaos.

At this time, he has more important things to do. Austria has accumulated too much gold. Once all of it is released, it may cause gold depreciation and inflation.

If it is normal inflation, it doesn't matter. I'm afraid that the inflation rate will be too high, and then people's trust in the Austrian government that they have finally established will disappear.

In fact, Franz has several options at this time, pay off the debt? Maybe it is a good choice to solve the debt problem that has plagued Austria for decades.

People like to say "debt-free is a relief", but for a company or a country, "debt-free" is not a good thing.

And if the Austrian Empire's nearly 2 billion florins of debt were really repaid, countless millionaires could be created in minutes.

But again, why should you pay back the money you borrowed with your own ability?

In comparison, another seemingly outrageous choice seems much more reasonable at this time.

"Buying soldiers" means investing money in the military. Of course, the investment at this time is not the army, but the navy.

That's right, in this era of the ocean, Austria's navy and shipping are still too weak. As we all know, from ancient times to the present, no matter what era, the navy is a money-eating beast.

With the increase in trade with Africa, Central America, and Asia, the Austrian Empire does need more ships, and many "big things" require ships.

Franz knew that he would not lose money if he invested in this. Friedrich was also an upright person, but his subordinates might not be so.

So Franz still needed to send some people to supervise him, but to be honest, there were not many people around him who could be used, especially in politics and economy.

As for the little friends arranged by the old emperor for Franz, they were still a group of little brats at this time, and even if a few of them had grown up, they lacked experience.

Moreover, this group of people were not talented people, but they had a very special identity. If they were really let go to manage things, I am afraid it would lead to the tragedy of laymen commanding experts.

In addition, the officialdom is too complicated, even if these people have the protection of their ancestors, they may not be able to understand the ins and outs.

So Franz could only go to Baron Bruck. Because even though Baron Bruck was already the president of the Austrian Empire Central Bank at this time, he only bought a carriage and still lived in the attic of the watch shop.

As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together."

Franz felt that such a person must have someone around him who could be used.