Chapter 370： Weak countries have no diplomacy

"Don't worry, Mr. Fouad! You are the most important partner of our French Empire! Our French Empire will never abandon their friends!"

In order to make Fuad Effendi better run for the interests of the French Empire, Wallevsky comforted the "traitor".

Fuad Effendi, who received Wallewski's reply, had a happy smile on his face. Now Fuad Effendi has firmly bound the interests of the Ottoman Empire and the French Empire.

"I am very honored to be a friend of the French Empire! I also hope that the French Empire and the Ottoman Empire can support and help each other in the future!" Fuad Effendi said to Valewski.

"Yeah!" Wallewski nodded to Fuad Effendi, affirming his remarks, and then clapping his hands again.

After a while, a servant living in the embassy (actually a member of the Foreign Intelligence Service of the National Intelligence Service) brought a glassware with whisky, and Wallevsky got up and took the tray of glassware in his hand. Inside, Fuad Effendi, who was sitting beside him, also got up when he saw this.

"Sit down! Mr. Fuad!" Wallevsky said to Fuad Effendi in a cordial tone of command.

Fuad Effendi sat down on the sofa again. Under Fuad Eddie's watch, Wallewski, who pinched the neck of the glass, carefully poured the whisky from the glass into Fuad Eddie's glass. The cup was filled quickly.

Then, Wallewski filled his glass again.

Wallewski, who had put the glassware on the table, raised his glass to Fuad and said, "Friendship!"

"Friendship!" Fuad Effendi also raised his glass in response.

After drinking a glass of whiskey, Wallevsky felt like a flame was burning in his stomach. The power of whiskey with an alcohol content of more than 53% was no less than that of oriental liquor.

"No way!" Valewski waved to Fuad Effendi, pretending to be intoxicated, and said politely, "I won't let you stay here any longer!"

Fuad Ediffen, who had two glasses of whisky in his stomach, did not show any strangeness. He hurriedly got up and said goodbye to Wallewski.

After Fuad Ediffen left the embassy, ​​Wallewski, who was slumped on the sofa, suddenly sat on the sofa as if he was nothing, his expression was unusually serious, as if he was about to make a major decision.

After a while, the embassy attaché (equivalent to the acting ambassador, who usually acts as the ambassador when the ambassador returns to the country to report his duties) came to the sofa where Valewski was.

The deputy military attache, who accidentally learned of Wallevsky's identity from an acquaintance in Paris, has always carefully served the guy in front of him, for fear that he will be unhappy in any way.

The serious look on Wallevsky's face at the moment made the charge d'affaires feel that the air was filled with tension.

"You tell me, is this Fuad really on our side!" Just as the acting military attache was confused, Wallevsky's voice reached his ears.

The acting military attache hurriedly said to Wallewski: "Minister Fuad should sincerely want to join us, otherwise he will not agree to hand over the ruling power of the Holy Land to us!"

"Stupid!" Wallevsky cast a glance at the deputy military attache and said coldly: "How do you know that this is not something that Fuad planned in the morning! Taking advantage of the conflict between the French Empire and the Ottoman Empire, let us It's a lose-lose with them."

"No...Impossible!" The deputy military attache had a ridiculous feeling, and he didn't think this possibility would exist.

"Be careful, there is nothing wrong!" Valewski once again told the reckless guy in front of him: "Now the situation in the Ottoman Empire is getting worse and worse! A little carelessness may cause a war across Europe! We have to be more careful!"

"Yes!" The deputy military attache immediately said loudly.

Afterwards, Wallevsky returned to the telegraph room again, where he would wait for news from Paris.

On the other side, Fuad Eddiefin, who had left the French embassy, ​​turned around and went to the residence of Prime Minister Mohamed Ali, the current Prime Minister of the Ottoman Empire.

Passing through the courtyard where birds and flowers were fragrant, what appeared in front of Fuad Ediffen was a two-story mansion. The style of the mansion was very similar to some mansions in Paris.

A mansion like this is in Constantinople, a place full of onion churches that is too westernized.

Fuad Ediffen knew that the owner of the mansion and garden in front of him was a senior French designer hired by Prime Minister Mohammed Ali.

Even though the name Muhammad Ali looks so halal, in fact, the Prime Minister can be said to be a small group of people with a relatively high degree of Westernization in the entire court.

He is also proficient in the mainstream languages ​​of Russia, France, Germany and Britain. It can be said without hesitation that even in this decadent Ottoman court, the degree of westernization and the sense of urgency to change are far behind some countries in the East.

Not to mention, the current Ottoman Empire can still confront the Russian Empire to a certain extent.

Even in World War I, it can still play as brilliant a record as Gallipoli.

A guy who doesn't open his eyes to see the changes in the world can't survive in the Ottoman Empire at all.

Under the leadership of the Greek servant, Fuad Eddie came to a room on the second floor of the mansion.

Opening the door of the room, the figure of Muhammad Ali appeared in front of Fuad. At this time, he was standing in the room half-bently wiping the porcelain. These are all porcelains shipped from the far east. Each one is very valuable. Many porcelains should have been given by merchants in Constantinople. "The Collection" of Muhammad Ali.

Thinking of this, Fuad Effendi showed a hint of envy in his eyes.

Power is an irresistible "toxin" that can paralyze a person and rejuvenate a dying person, and it can also make an energetic guy grow old overnight.

"Master, Minister Fuad is here!" The Greek servant reported to Muhammad Ali in fluent Greek.

"Okay! I get it!" Muhammad Ali stopped his work, turned to look at Alfoad Ediffen and said, "What did France say?"

"Ambassador Wallevsky told me that the earliest time for France to send troops will be no later than the end of June!" Fuad Ediffen reported to Muhammad Ali, and then added: "However, they said they would definitely Join the fight!"

"These French people just want us to die!" Muhammad Ali said with his usual manipulative thinking: "As long as we fight with the Russian Empire, then they can take advantage of the fire! They are not afraid of us taking refuge in Russia. Empire?"

"You can't take refuge!" Fuad Ediffen hurriedly said to Muhammad Ali.

"Why?" Muhammad Ali glanced at Fuad Ediffen, he didn't know which side this guy was on now.

"Walewski told me that once the Ottoman Empire decides to side with Russia, then the French Empire will clean up us together with the Russian Empire!!" Fuad Ediffen said to Muhammad Ali.

"Humph! Damn French! Do they think they are still living in Napoleon's time?" Muhammad Ali yelled angrily.

Fuad Ediffen did not speak. From Wallevsky's words, he heard Wallevsky's confidence.

Perhaps in his eyes, the Ottoman Empire and the Russian Empire combined are really far from the French Empire.

"Your Excellency, the fleet of the French Empire is enough to destroy our fleet and that of the Russian Empire!" Fuad Ediffen reminded Muhammad Ali.

Hearing Fuad Eddien's reminder, Muhammad Ali was like a deflated football, with his lips twitching and unable to utter a word.

Once the Ottoman Empire lost control of the sea, the entire European sector of the Ottoman Empire had to be discarded.

At that time, the French Empire army only needs to fight against the Russian Empire.

In this game of great powers, the Ottoman Empire is just a toy for the great powers.

"What can you do?" Muhammad Ali was a little depressed, and he asked Fuad Effendi.

"Drag!" Fuad Effendi gave a solution that was not a solution. "With the Ottoman Empire, there is no way to fight the Russian Empire, so we must bring Britain or France into the war. Since the French Empire has already said If we want to participate in the war we can only cooperate with the French Empire to drag it on. After the French Empire has been rectified and joined the battlefield, it will be time for us to settle accounts with the Russian Empire."

"This..." Muhammad Ali pondered for a moment, then said to Fuad I Ediffen: "If you say that, you may become a scapegoat and be dismissed, or even endanger your life."

"If it can be dragged into the French Empire, then I will voluntarily resign!" Fouad Ediffen showed his different attitudes in the French embassy, ​​"As for life-threatening, I don't think it should be possible. I Trust Ambassador Wallevsky, they will not let me, a pro-French faction, die because of this."

"Since that's the case, just do as you said!" Muhammad Ali sighed again, "If there is really no way, I'll just resign! Just let that guy Reshid be prime minister again, he's not a general manager. Said that he has a deep friendship with the British ambassador. Then see if the ambassador of his deep friendship can help him!"

"Yes!"

That night, Wallevsky finally waited for a telegram from Paris.

Telegram request...