I Am the Crown Prince in France

The participants of the salon were mainly the emerging capital aristocracy, but also a few enlightened old aristocrats and business owners.

Mrs. Abel enthusiastically ordered the servants to greet the guests, but her eyes were always looking at Mirabeau who was giving a passionate speech.

This time it was said to be a salon, but in fact it was almost Mirabeau's speech conference - the content of his speech was exactly the concepts of industrial development that Joseph told him yesterday. He spent the afternoon sorting it out last night and memorizing it all night just to preach to everyone today.

No one competed with him for the right to speak. As long as he paused for a moment, someone would immediately urge him to continue.

Mirabeau used his inherent calm and contagious speech style to show the broad future of French industry described by Joseph to the people present.

Around him, there were people whose blood was boiling with excitement and clenching their fists hard.

Some people nodded thoughtfully from time to time.

More people stared at him closely, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

It was not until dusk that Mirabeau's voice became hoarse, and everyone let him go and began to discuss in twos and threes:

"There will be many opportunities in Nancy in the future, and I must open a workshop there."

"Do you think the tax reduction mentioned by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can be implemented?"

"As long as His Majesty the King signs the bill, we will do our best to push it through the High Court!"

"If what His Highness mentioned can be realized, France will surely usher in a new glorious chapter!"

"I heard that the Treaty of Eden is also going to be revised. This is really a good opportunity for investment."

Mirabeau drank several glasses of wine, and his voice finally calmed down a little, and he seemed to casually mention the fact that the crown prince wanted to promote potato planting, but the funds were not enough.

Immediately, a middle-aged noble stood up and said: "Count Mirabeau, I can lend 100,000 livres to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince without interest. Please help me tell His Highness."

Someone took the lead, and the responders gathered behind:

"I have quite a lot of money recently, and I can borrow 200,000."

"I want to invest in Nancy, so I can only lend His Highness 100,000 livres."

"I'm here too..."

Although these people are all wealthy, more than ten or two hundred thousand livres is not a small sum for them.

Just after listening to Mirabeau's speech, they all regarded the crown prince as the French industrial industry, and even hoped for policy adjustment, so they naturally supported him strongly. Moreover, Mirabeau said that the Crown Prince used the Paris Angel Company as collateral, so there would be no risk in lending the money.

Before long, this group of wealthy capital aristocrats, including Mirabeau, had collected 1.8 million livres. At the same time, several people said that they had resources that could be mobilized to help purchase or transport potatoes.

After this small episode, everyone began to discuss things like industrial development zones or industrial chains enthusiastically again, and they dispersed late at night with unfinished business.

Joseph had no idea that with this salon as a symbol, his future political team had begun to gradually take shape.

…

Paris police academy.

On the east side of the dusty playground, two people stood on the viewing platform that was as tall as one person. One of them was wearing the blue uniform of the Paris police, and the other was wearing a white military uniform, but judging from their collar badges, they both had the rank of major.

The man in a white military uniform is about thirty years old, with a high nose and a hint of melancholy in his light blue eyes.

He looked at the group of police academy cadets who were training to run back and forth in the dust, and asked the officer beside him with some confusion: "Francois, is there any point in them running around like this?"

The latter was Dubois who was recruited directly from the police academy by Joseph directly from the commendation ceremony after his meritorious service in the First World War in the Netherlands.

Dubois smiled and said: "Alexander, this is called a return run. It is a standard training subject in the police academy training course. It can improve the physical strength and reaction ability of soldiers... well, police officers."

Alexander asked doubtfully: "Is this useful? Shouldn't we practice more queue formation?"

"Queue training is just the most basic. Turnaround running can significantly improve the speed of police officers charging and turning." Dubois pointed to the other end of the playground, "Oh, look over there. That's called a pull-up. Each Police officers practice dozens of times a day to improve their arm strength. You know, they often have to hold their guns for hours on the battlefield, and this practice allows them to shoot steadily.

"And that..."

As he was talking, a group of police officers shouted slogans and ran in from the entrance of the playground in a neat queue, which immediately stirred up more dust.

Dubois immediately showed a proud expression and gestured towards the group of police officers: "Aha, did you know? That group of police officers just went through the most 'cruel' training subject - a one-mile armed cross-country run."

Alexander said: "You mean, they just ran a mile?!"

Dubois nodded: "Yes, and it must be completed within 15 minutes."

Alexander's eyes suddenly widened in shock.

1 league is 4 kilometers! Even the most elite soldiers cannot cover such a long distance in 15 minutes!

However, Dubois continued to "stimulate" him: "Each person only carries 18 pounds of weight."

He looked dissatisfied: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's requirement is at least 25 pounds, but these guys, alas, are not yet at that level and need to strengthen their training."

Alexander tried to look calm: "You mean, these trainings were requested by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

"Yes, I mentioned it to you in my letter. His Highness has invented many novel military theories, and the same goes for training. To be honest, I didn't understand why we need to train like this at first."

Dubois showed a proud look again: "But soon, I understood that the police officers trained according to His Highness's requirements have greatly improved both in terms of formation and stability."

Soldiers of this era attached great importance to queue training, but mostly dealt with physical training hastily.

But in fact, only with excellent physical fitness can we more easily perform the arrangement and conversion of various queues. After military theory developed to modern times, no army dared to ignore physical training.

Joseph naturally instilled the correct philosophy directly into his team.

Alexander watched the police officers in blue uniforms carrying wooden guns on the playground and training in line formation. He couldn't help but wonder: "Francois, aren't they police? Why are they practicing this? Are they? Are infantry lines going to be used against gangs in Paris?”

A strange smile appeared on Dubois' face: "Well, in fact, only the students with the worst grades here will be sent to be police officers."

"Oh? What about the others?"

Dubois hurriedly changed the subject and hesitated. The police academy has regulations that the elite cadets are not allowed to be disclosed to anyone about their training according to officer standards.