Chapter 29 Undercurrent

Considering that the Venetians were only one path, Selim decided to take a two-pronged approach.

Ishak Pasha directly notified the British government to see if he could use his money power to recruit a group of technicians and machinery and equipment.

When it comes to industrial diffusion, it is still the most reliable to combine people and machines. Don’t you see how much profit the Republic made from it back then? The dividends brought by this are not estimated by paper value.

When Egypt and the coasts of the two seas (the two seas refer to the Black Sea and the Eastern Mediterranean or Aegean Sea) are pulled up, let the Balkans and Arab traitors recognize the facts and understand who is the master of this country.

When thinking of money power, Selim thought of Ali Pasha, why hasn’t the money belonging to the Sultan been sent yet.

“No, I can’t wait any longer, I have to send him off.” Selim was thinking about how to deal with Ali Pasha in his mind.

For some reason, the figure of the Guards always appeared in front of him. Although these people are not good at fighting, they are still the first-class level in Europe in asking for wages. If they get anxious, the Sultan will kill them, and there is no fear that Ali Pasha will not be killed.

"Paul, go find the editors of the Ottoman Post, Constantinieh Daily, and Edirne Observer, and ask them to spread the news that Ali Pasha, the chief of the Guards, is suspected of embezzling the property of the fallen Guards and refusing to hand it over to the families.

Then notify the Grand Vizier and ask him to transfer the pressure to Ali Pasha. Also, remember to block the news in the palace and don't let Ali Pasha know."

After arranging Paul, Selim suddenly remembered that there must be an organizer for the wage collection.

Besides, if Ali Pasha is killed, will Aladdin Pasha, the second-in-command, be the only one in power?

"It seems that it is time to look for the third generation successor to the second generation of the Guards in Selim's era. By the way, can the Guards live that long?"

Discarding the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Selim decided that he should focus on recuperation in the next few days to avoid the dragon's body being unwell, and wait for Aladdin Pasha to spontaneously organize a wage collection activity.

"Your Majesty, Aladdin Pasha is outside the Topkapi Palace. He requested to see you. The Ali Pasha case has come to a conclusion."

"How do the guards kill him? Hang him, shoot him, or burn him to death?"

Selim asked, yawning. He didn't expect this group of people to organize so quickly.

But it's normal. Since Selim asked Ali Pasha to reorganize the wealth of the guards, the imperial government has been using various excuses to prevaricate those who apply to take back their property. Now, we can only say that God will take his place.

Humming an unknown little song, Selim walked to Ali Pasha's residence with his guards.

"Your Majesty, what can we do? You promised to keep me safe."

Obviously, Ali Pasha is already anxious.

Selim said slowly: "I did promise you, Ali. But what about your promise to me? It's been half a year, and you haven't handed it over yet. I'm very disappointed."

"Why don't we go outside and see how much these people want to kill you." Selim pulled Ali Pasha to the window.

At a glance, the entire palace gate was almost full of guards, and Aladdin Pasha, who was standing at the front, tried his best to control the surging crowd.

"What do you think, Ali, do you think you can survive from these people? Or do you still think I have figured out your little abacus?"

Selim smiled playfully, playing tricks with me, you'd better wait until next life.

Hearing Selim's words, Ali Pasha's eyes widened, and his face was pale.

"Your Majesty, how do you know? What did you do to them?" Ali seemed a little crazy.

However, Selim would not indulge him. The Sultan grabbed Ali's head and smashed it against the glass, and blood immediately flowed from Ali's head.

"Remember, Ali, use honorifics when talking to me." Selim wiped his hands with disdain and said contemptuously.

"These idiots really think that they don't even have spies under their command, and don't think about why Hamid I went from illness to death so quickly."

After complaining a few words in his heart, Selim continued to ask.

"Have you thought about it, Ali? Give me the money, and you can reunite with your family.

Otherwise, your wife and daughter will probably belong to the guys below."

Ali was almost crazy, but he slowly calmed down and knelt on the ground to beg the Sultan.

"Your Majesty, I beg you. I know that you will not let me go no matter what.

I only hope that you can swear to Him as a king and spare my family.

As for what you want, I have already made false accounts. You can take at least 70% of their wealth.

I will bear the charge of corruption alone."

Looking at the pitiful Ali Pasha in front of him, Selim nodded.

As for why he agreed, I'm sorry, Selim firmly opposes feudal superstition.

"Swear by Imani, please witness the great messenger Muhammad, I promise here as the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, the protector of the two holy places, and the Caliph of the Islamic world:

When Ali Pasha fulfills his promise, I will also keep my promise.

If I violate it, I will perish forever!"

Hearing Selim's oath, Ali was finally relieved a little, because the prophet did not advocate oaths, so such oaths are extremely important to Muslims.

After getting Selim's guarantee, Ali Pasha took out a box.

"Your Majesty, here are the bills of many deposit shops in Constantiniya. I have exchanged what you need.

You have been concerned about the Imperial Royal Bank recently. With these bills, you can easily clean up these small money houses.

Finally, I wish you complete your great cause of revival."

Ali Pasha seemed to have completely put aside his little thoughts and did not resist at all when he followed the guards away.

The guards quickly took Ali Pasha away. The crowds in the distance burst into roars from time to time. Ali Pasha's tragic end was foreseeable.

Selim smiled and waved to a young man.

"Justinian, go and kill Ali's family. Remember, make them look like they died in the hands of the guards and be seen by most of the citizens of Constantiniya. It's up to you to leave the body intact or not."

The young man responded and left. In the dim morning light, Selim stood alone by the broken window, and the cold spring wind slapped Selim's face.

The Sultan suddenly sneered; "Ali, who are you kidding?"

He turned and left the room, followed by the guards.

In the empty room, the cold wind kept pouring in from the broken windows, making waves of sobbing, as if singing a dirge for someone.

I have something to do today, so this chapter is a little late. As usual, please read and collect it. The two seas in the text come from Osman I's dream