The Alliance Dinner was finally selected for the Alessandro Hotel. Although this is not the best hotel in Rome, it can be considered as a top-notch. I heard that the new Minister of Transportation, Mr. Ziano, would also attend. The hotel manager was so busy like a gyroscope. Not only did he give up the most luxurious private room, he also specially told the best chefs and their best dishes to be delivered here. From morning to evening, he had been organised all day. In the end, he not only gave Contini a VIP card, but also gave him a 20% discount.

Even at 20% off, it took more than 10,000 lira. The members of the alliance who witnessed the scene were shocked. On the one hand, they were shocked by the luxury of the hotel, and on the other hand, they were shocked by the high prices, and at the same time they were full of expectations. This was not only the first time they had a meal in such a luxurious hotel, but also the first time they sat down with senior government officials. Although the Ministry of Transport is not the best among all government departments, it is attractive enough for college students. All the alliance directors and newspaper members, regardless of their usual image, were all dressed up today. The female students were all dressed up early and waited for the minister to come.

Poji kept teasing them: "I said why do you dress so beautifully? It's not the same way to get close to the minister. Calais is here today, and he won't settle the score with you."

"Hmph, Calais doesn't even say anything, you have to care!" Now everyone is familiar with this playboy and speaks casually.

"Your attitude is not friendly... You should know that the dinner is my son's pocket."

"I know, you have money. Why don't you invite us again when you change your home hotel tomorrow..."

"Forget it, I won't be as good as you." Bo Ji turned his head angrily and stopped saying a word.

Contini knew that this guy was actually proud: he asked him to speculate. The young man didn't know how to convince Glendini. He cheated nearly 300,000 lira from his family. He was surprisingly brave and threw it in one go. He asked him what he bought but asked him no matter what. Fortunately, this oversold rebound was a general rise, and the varieties he bought were also rising with the flow. However, because he entered the market several days later, he only ate a fish tail, earned nearly 200,000 lira and stopped.

He wanted to brag again, calling Glendini first, then joking in front of the league members, but was caught by a bunch of directors to treat him. In the end, he turned into paying for this banquet - making him lose his blood.

Compared with Podie, Contini is much more mature and steady in the minds of others. He neither brags about how much money he has made nor shows off his appearance. He has a father who is a minister. He looks very low-key, but he is outstanding in speeches, debates, writing articles, etc. - the female classmates are more dressed up for Contini than dressed up for Old Ziano.

But they were destined to be busy, and the latter did not have the intention to think about these things - after all, he was not real Ziano, and his mind was full of the wife and the shadow of the child before traveling through time. He suddenly made him forget everything from scratch or even fight with other women immediately, which violated his principles of being a human being.

This performance is praised in the eyes of others: it is indeed a rich second generation from aristocratic origin, a second generation of official, low-key, restrained and well-educated, and has a demeanor. It is different from a playboy like Bo Ji. The eyes of several girls are all shiny. Now all universities in Rome know this striking figure...

The hour hand quickly pointed to 6 o'clock, and everyone went down to welcome the old Ziano. In less than 5 minutes, the latter's car appeared in everyone's sight - first the secretary got off the car, then the commissioner, and finally the new Minister of Transportation Mr. Costanzo Ziano was here.

The hotel manager hurriedly squeezed into the crowd to welcome him. Old Ziano first shook hands with him, expressed his gratitude for his careful preparation, and then shook hands with everyone, expressing his gratitude for their hard work. If there was no son of his own, he could explain it with a few words of scenes, but now his son is inside and he clearly stated that these are his confidant team, and fathers must say a few more words.

"I am very happy to know you all. Today I am not only entrusted by the leader to visit you, but also thank you for your help to Calais as a father. From Calais, I learned from Calais that you have done a lot of amazing work for the establishment of the alliance, to welcome the arrival of the Blackshirts, to promote the leaders' governance and philosophy. From you, I have seen the vigorous and enthusiastic image of the young Italian generation, and felt the patriotic spirit of down-to-earth and courageous dedication. I am very happy and relieved. Italy's future has great hope. As long as you follow this correct path, the prosperity and strength of the leaders and you all pursue - Italy's prosperity and strength will definitely be realized as soon as possible with our joint efforts!"

Everyone gave this encouragement and then took a photo together at the entrance of the hotel. Needless to say, this photo and related news will definitely become the front page of Youth Daily tomorrow.

Contini saw more from the excited eyes of everyone: with the recognition of the senior government, the preparation of a shot, and unprecedented favorable conditions, this team will definitely play a role and will surely spread its influence from Rome to the entire Italy.

The special commissioner Mussolini arranged for Youth Daily is very interesting. He was the secretary who had been with Lao Ziano before. Now the People's Daily serves as deputy editor-in-chief and also serves as the Minister of the External Liaison Department. With this relationship, Contini is worried that the special commissioner's random intervention will not exist in the future - no matter what, it depends on Lao Ziano's face.

Mussolini actually thought so. After all, Contini brought up the Youth Daily. He only took 50,000 lira from the Blackshirt Party, but made so many contributions that he should not interfere too much in terms of emotion or reason. Although the commissioner still had to be sent, his main energy was still focused on the People's Daily, and he only had a symbolic management relationship with the Youth Daily. After all, Contini could not play against his father.

Old Ziano sat for more than half an hour, chatted with everyone for a while, and then prepared to say goodbye after drinking. After all, he was a government minister and his status was here, so it was impossible for him to make a fuss with these college students all night. He could also see that with him and the special commissioner, the children could not let go.

Before leaving, when there was only father and son alone, Contini took out a check from his suit pocket: "Father, this is the funding you gave me a few days ago."

"You didn't spend it?"

"I used it, and I made some money."

Old Ziano looked carefully and found that the number written on the check he returned was 180,000 lira, and couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect you to make money."

"It's really OK. I made more than 500,000."

"How many?" Old Ziano was surprised.

"More than 500,000!" Contini told the whole story about speculation in the capital market.

"Since you have this ability, I won't take back the money. Keep it and continue to use it."

"But you need money, too."

"No need..." Old Ziano looked at the surroundings and lowered his voice, "I just took office as a minister. A bunch of people came to deliver money. They are all important people. They have to deal with each other in the future. They can't be charged, so they are not short of money for the time being."

"Then...what if I ask you for another request?"

“How much do you want?”

"Is 10 million okay? It's better to be 20 million!"

Old Ziano was startled: "What do you want so much money?"

"I chose another speculative target and planned to do it well, but the situation is a bit complicated and I can't explain it clearly in a few words."

"I have other banquets to attend now. I will wait for you in the office at around 8 am tomorrow. After 9 am, the leader will call a meeting of the cabinet. One hour is enough for you to explain it clearly, right?"

"Enough, enough, I'll sort it out today and report it to you tomorrow."
Chapter completed!