Chapter 610： Open source and reduce expenditure and industrial upgrading
Under the careful guidance of Jerome Bonaparte, Minister Dicko finally got the hang of it.
Shortly after Jerome Bonaparte left, Minister Dicourt contacted the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs, hoping that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs could help the navy to sell a batch of "expired" warships.
These so-called expired warships are nominally expired, but in fact they are only one generation lower than the ironclad ships.
No matter which country is equipped with this warship, the combat effectiveness at sea can be significantly improved.
In order to make the sale of warships successful, Minister Dicko also "packaged" some naval officers together with the fleet and sold them, and even came up with "packages".
At the same time, he has spent a lot of money in many countries advocating that warships are the face of the country, and that big is beauty.
Therefore, many countries are willing to take a loan to buy a warship to act as a face, and the high military expenditure of the navy has barely stopped the large-scale "loss" because the French navy kept selling warships.
The French people of later generations put titles such as "Father of Ironclads" and "Founder of the New Navy" on the head of Minister Jean Dicot.
No one knew that the reason why Minister Jean Dicko came up with this method was due to Emperor Jerome Bonaparte.
Of course, these are all things in the future.
The current Minister Dicko is still acting as a qualified audience. He does not understand why His Majesty the Emperor has so many strange ideas in his mind, which he has never heard of before.
However, these methods seem to work if you think about them carefully.
"Your Majesty, I understand what you mean!" Minister Dick hurriedly said to Jerome Bonaparte: "You want to use the method of selling warships and earning the difference in loans to subsidize domestic enterprises in disguise!"
Jerome Bonaparte's face showed a "teachable" expression, he nodded and said to Minister Dicko: "Yes! We must take advantage of the fact that our economy has not yet entered a recession. A new way to make money! Only in this way can we slow down the impact of the war on society as a whole! You know what I mean?"
"Understood!" Minister Dicko nodded slightly and replied to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Of course, this method only gives us a little breath. The core of the empire lies in industrial upgrading and taxation!" Jerome Bonaparte said casually.
"Your Majesty, what is industrial upgrading?" Minister Dicko, who heard this term for the first time, asked Jerome Bonaparte curiously.
"Is there any difference between the textile machine at the beginning of this century and the current textile machine? What is the difference between the two?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Minister Dicko.
"The number of cloths produced by the textile machines at the beginning of the century is not as good as it is now!" Minister Dicko replied decisively.
"You see this is industrial upgrading!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Minister Dicko: "With the progress of the times, the speed of what we can manufacture is also accelerating. When the old technology cannot meet the present When society becomes more social, new technologies will come out to replace them. Just like the railway has replaced the carriage, and the telegraph has replaced the post station!
I bet you, within ten years, a whole new era will come! And the first product of the new era is to replace the kerosene lamp! "
Jerome Bonaparte's confident expression and speech made Minister Dicko somewhat believe in Jerome Bonaparte's speech.
Perhaps the original His Majesty Bonaparte was also like His Majesty! Minister Dicko thought to himself.
After Jérôme Bonaparte and Dicko had finished chatting for a while, Dicko left the study.
…
When the first ray of morning light on the sea pierced the darkness, the sound of roosters sounded, and the mist rising from the sea began to dissipate gradually.
The workers on the port terminal dragged their tired bodies to work again. Boxes of strategic materials were transported to the cargo ship by their hands, and then escorted by warships, they left the port terminal and headed to the Crimea Peninsula.
And today is also the time when Jerome Bonaparte and Richard Metternich left Toulon for Constantinople.
Jerome Bonaparte, who got up early in the morning, was escorted by Minister Dicko to the trestle. At this time, Richard Metternich had been waiting on the trestle for some time.
When Richard Metternich saw Jerome Bonaparte, his serious face smiled.
"Mr. Richard, let's go!" said Jerome Bonaparte to Richard Metternich.
The two walked all the way, and soon came to the front of the "Friendship" ironclad ship.
After seeing Jerome Bonaparte arriving at the naval port, the captain in charge of the response hurriedly greeted him in person.
"Thank you for your hard work!" Jerome Bonaparte said to the captain with a smile.
"No! It's not hard work!" The captain shook his head and responded.
Jerome Bonaparte and Richard Metternich boarded the boat, and the boat carried Jerome Bonaparte and Richard Metternich to the ironclad ship "Friendship".
The two who boarded the ironclad were immediately surrounded by the sailors in the ironclad (mostly Jerome Bonaparte), and many sailors rushed to shake hands with Jerome Bonaparte. If it wasn't for the captain's roar to send them back to their respective posts, the sailors would probably have been surrounding Jerome Bonaparte forever.
"Your Majesty, I..." The captain's face showed a look of shame.
"Isn't it good!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled, and he responded to the captain unhurriedly: "I can see from them that they are loyal to the Bonaparte family. This kind of loyalty is worth cherishing!"
"Thank you for your magnanimity!" said the captain excitedly to Jerome Bonaparte.
"By the way, how long do we have to leave?" Jerome Bonaparte asked when the warship was leaving.
The captain told Jérôme Bonaparte that the ironclad had to wait for all the cargo to be loaded before leaving.
Of course, if Jerome Bonaparte had to choose to leave now, all the members of the ironclad would resolutely implement Jerome Bonaparte's order.
"Just wait!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and refused: "I can't disrupt the entire transportation plan!"
…
Nearly two hours passed, and the sun in the sky gradually moved from east to south.
"Your Majesty, all the ammunition, artillery and supplies destined for Crimea have been loaded! We can leave now!" the captain reported to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Very good! Let's go then!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded in response to the captain.
…
As the ironclad began to leave the naval port under the dual action of the steam engine and the mast sail, the figure on the shore became more and more blurred. Jerome Bonaparte withdrew his gaze and looked at the rationale on the inside of the deck. Chad Metternich.
The current Richard Metternich has long lived up to his previous calmness. His face became white and painful as the ironclad continued to move.
Seeing Richard Metternich's expression, Jerome Bonaparte subconsciously thought of seasickness. He quickly walked to Richard Metternich's side and asked him, "How is it? Can you hold on?"
"Your Majesty, I'm not...it's okay!" Richard Metternich showed an expression that was even uglier than crying, and said intermittently, "I may be a little uncomfortable being away from the land. This is the first time I've been away from the land..."
Seeing Richard Metternich showing a dying expression, Jerome Bonaparte had to order the captain to send someone to help Richard Metternich into the warship, and then ordered the captain to call The doctor in the warship treated Richard Metternich, while he himself stood on the deck and looked into the distance.
After a while, the captain came to Jerome Bonaparte and reported to Jerome Bonaparte about Richard Metternich: "Your Majesty, Ambassador Richard has already eaten the medicine prepared by the doctor. The potion has now fallen into a deep sleep."
"Is he seasick or is he suffering from other diseases..." Jerome Bonaparte asked the captain.
"As far as the current situation is concerned, Mr. Richard Metternich should be dizzy because of seasickness for the first time! Many sailors who boarded the ship for the first time have experienced such a similar situation! Just a few days!" the captain replied to Jerome Bonaparte.
The captain's words made Jerome Bonaparte heave a sigh of relief, he didn't want Richard Metternich to die on the ship.
Francophiles like Richard Metternich had better live a hundred years.
"Okay! It's fine!" Jerome Bonaparte said lightly, "The food for Richard these days can be a little lighter!"
During the next period of time at sea, Richard Metternich ate the light food ordered by Jerome Bonaparte at almost every meal, and his face gradually became flushed.
During this period, the ironclads continued to advance and soon arrived near Constantinople.
"Your Majesty, we will drop you and Ambassador Richard Metternich at the right port in Constantinople! At that time, there will be members of the French Embassy there to welcome you!" Reporting to Jerome Bonaparte?
"Who said I was going to disembark at Constantinople?" Jerome Bonaparte asked rhetorically.
"You didn't mean to be in Constantinople..." the captain asked with a bewildered expression.
"That was my idea a few days ago, and now I only have one idea!" Jerome Bonaparte pointed to the direction of the Crimea Peninsula and responded to the captain: "That is to go to the Crimea Peninsula. !"
"Crimea?" After the captain heard Jerome Bonaparte's words, he desperately shook his head and refused: "Your Majesty, for your safety! I must stop the ship at Junshi. Tantinople!"
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Shortly after Jerome Bonaparte left, Minister Dicourt contacted the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs, hoping that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs could help the navy to sell a batch of "expired" warships.
These so-called expired warships are nominally expired, but in fact they are only one generation lower than the ironclad ships.
No matter which country is equipped with this warship, the combat effectiveness at sea can be significantly improved.
In order to make the sale of warships successful, Minister Dicko also "packaged" some naval officers together with the fleet and sold them, and even came up with "packages".
At the same time, he has spent a lot of money in many countries advocating that warships are the face of the country, and that big is beauty.
Therefore, many countries are willing to take a loan to buy a warship to act as a face, and the high military expenditure of the navy has barely stopped the large-scale "loss" because the French navy kept selling warships.
The French people of later generations put titles such as "Father of Ironclads" and "Founder of the New Navy" on the head of Minister Jean Dicot.
No one knew that the reason why Minister Jean Dicko came up with this method was due to Emperor Jerome Bonaparte.
Of course, these are all things in the future.
The current Minister Dicko is still acting as a qualified audience. He does not understand why His Majesty the Emperor has so many strange ideas in his mind, which he has never heard of before.
However, these methods seem to work if you think about them carefully.
"Your Majesty, I understand what you mean!" Minister Dick hurriedly said to Jerome Bonaparte: "You want to use the method of selling warships and earning the difference in loans to subsidize domestic enterprises in disguise!"
Jerome Bonaparte's face showed a "teachable" expression, he nodded and said to Minister Dicko: "Yes! We must take advantage of the fact that our economy has not yet entered a recession. A new way to make money! Only in this way can we slow down the impact of the war on society as a whole! You know what I mean?"
"Understood!" Minister Dicko nodded slightly and replied to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Of course, this method only gives us a little breath. The core of the empire lies in industrial upgrading and taxation!" Jerome Bonaparte said casually.
"Your Majesty, what is industrial upgrading?" Minister Dicko, who heard this term for the first time, asked Jerome Bonaparte curiously.
"Is there any difference between the textile machine at the beginning of this century and the current textile machine? What is the difference between the two?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Minister Dicko.
"The number of cloths produced by the textile machines at the beginning of the century is not as good as it is now!" Minister Dicko replied decisively.
"You see this is industrial upgrading!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Minister Dicko: "With the progress of the times, the speed of what we can manufacture is also accelerating. When the old technology cannot meet the present When society becomes more social, new technologies will come out to replace them. Just like the railway has replaced the carriage, and the telegraph has replaced the post station!
I bet you, within ten years, a whole new era will come! And the first product of the new era is to replace the kerosene lamp! "
Jerome Bonaparte's confident expression and speech made Minister Dicko somewhat believe in Jerome Bonaparte's speech.
Perhaps the original His Majesty Bonaparte was also like His Majesty! Minister Dicko thought to himself.
After Jérôme Bonaparte and Dicko had finished chatting for a while, Dicko left the study.
…
When the first ray of morning light on the sea pierced the darkness, the sound of roosters sounded, and the mist rising from the sea began to dissipate gradually.
The workers on the port terminal dragged their tired bodies to work again. Boxes of strategic materials were transported to the cargo ship by their hands, and then escorted by warships, they left the port terminal and headed to the Crimea Peninsula.
And today is also the time when Jerome Bonaparte and Richard Metternich left Toulon for Constantinople.
Jerome Bonaparte, who got up early in the morning, was escorted by Minister Dicko to the trestle. At this time, Richard Metternich had been waiting on the trestle for some time.
When Richard Metternich saw Jerome Bonaparte, his serious face smiled.
"Mr. Richard, let's go!" said Jerome Bonaparte to Richard Metternich.
The two walked all the way, and soon came to the front of the "Friendship" ironclad ship.
After seeing Jerome Bonaparte arriving at the naval port, the captain in charge of the response hurriedly greeted him in person.
"Thank you for your hard work!" Jerome Bonaparte said to the captain with a smile.
"No! It's not hard work!" The captain shook his head and responded.
Jerome Bonaparte and Richard Metternich boarded the boat, and the boat carried Jerome Bonaparte and Richard Metternich to the ironclad ship "Friendship".
The two who boarded the ironclad were immediately surrounded by the sailors in the ironclad (mostly Jerome Bonaparte), and many sailors rushed to shake hands with Jerome Bonaparte. If it wasn't for the captain's roar to send them back to their respective posts, the sailors would probably have been surrounding Jerome Bonaparte forever.
"Your Majesty, I..." The captain's face showed a look of shame.
"Isn't it good!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled, and he responded to the captain unhurriedly: "I can see from them that they are loyal to the Bonaparte family. This kind of loyalty is worth cherishing!"
"Thank you for your magnanimity!" said the captain excitedly to Jerome Bonaparte.
"By the way, how long do we have to leave?" Jerome Bonaparte asked when the warship was leaving.
The captain told Jérôme Bonaparte that the ironclad had to wait for all the cargo to be loaded before leaving.
Of course, if Jerome Bonaparte had to choose to leave now, all the members of the ironclad would resolutely implement Jerome Bonaparte's order.
"Just wait!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and refused: "I can't disrupt the entire transportation plan!"
…
Nearly two hours passed, and the sun in the sky gradually moved from east to south.
"Your Majesty, all the ammunition, artillery and supplies destined for Crimea have been loaded! We can leave now!" the captain reported to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Very good! Let's go then!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded in response to the captain.
…
As the ironclad began to leave the naval port under the dual action of the steam engine and the mast sail, the figure on the shore became more and more blurred. Jerome Bonaparte withdrew his gaze and looked at the rationale on the inside of the deck. Chad Metternich.
The current Richard Metternich has long lived up to his previous calmness. His face became white and painful as the ironclad continued to move.
Seeing Richard Metternich's expression, Jerome Bonaparte subconsciously thought of seasickness. He quickly walked to Richard Metternich's side and asked him, "How is it? Can you hold on?"
"Your Majesty, I'm not...it's okay!" Richard Metternich showed an expression that was even uglier than crying, and said intermittently, "I may be a little uncomfortable being away from the land. This is the first time I've been away from the land..."
Seeing Richard Metternich showing a dying expression, Jerome Bonaparte had to order the captain to send someone to help Richard Metternich into the warship, and then ordered the captain to call The doctor in the warship treated Richard Metternich, while he himself stood on the deck and looked into the distance.
After a while, the captain came to Jerome Bonaparte and reported to Jerome Bonaparte about Richard Metternich: "Your Majesty, Ambassador Richard has already eaten the medicine prepared by the doctor. The potion has now fallen into a deep sleep."
"Is he seasick or is he suffering from other diseases..." Jerome Bonaparte asked the captain.
"As far as the current situation is concerned, Mr. Richard Metternich should be dizzy because of seasickness for the first time! Many sailors who boarded the ship for the first time have experienced such a similar situation! Just a few days!" the captain replied to Jerome Bonaparte.
The captain's words made Jerome Bonaparte heave a sigh of relief, he didn't want Richard Metternich to die on the ship.
Francophiles like Richard Metternich had better live a hundred years.
"Okay! It's fine!" Jerome Bonaparte said lightly, "The food for Richard these days can be a little lighter!"
During the next period of time at sea, Richard Metternich ate the light food ordered by Jerome Bonaparte at almost every meal, and his face gradually became flushed.
During this period, the ironclads continued to advance and soon arrived near Constantinople.
"Your Majesty, we will drop you and Ambassador Richard Metternich at the right port in Constantinople! At that time, there will be members of the French Embassy there to welcome you!" Reporting to Jerome Bonaparte?
"Who said I was going to disembark at Constantinople?" Jerome Bonaparte asked rhetorically.
"You didn't mean to be in Constantinople..." the captain asked with a bewildered expression.
"That was my idea a few days ago, and now I only have one idea!" Jerome Bonaparte pointed to the direction of the Crimea Peninsula and responded to the captain: "That is to go to the Crimea Peninsula. !"
"Crimea?" After the captain heard Jerome Bonaparte's words, he desperately shook his head and refused: "Your Majesty, for your safety! I must stop the ship at Junshi. Tantinople!"
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