"Leader, this is the telegram I just received, and the situation in Rome is much better than we thought."

"Is that?" Mussolini was overjoyed, and while browsing the telegram quickly, he danced exaggeratedly. "Comrades, let me tell you a good news. The Roman police system has decided to stand by us!"

"Long live Italy!"

"Long live the leader!"

Although everyone was shouting wildly, Mussolini called Lao Ziano to confirm again: "Is the news reliable? Don't be the trick of deliberately spreading it out to lure us into taking the bait so that we can get it all in one go."

"No problem, leader! The telegram was sent to me by Calais and Glendini. The latter has a little friendship with me and should not lie. Besides, having this telegram in hand is also a constraint on him. His political opponents will not let him go, and Fakda will not spare him in the future."

"Very good, very good...you made great contributions to fascisti." Mussolini was most worried about the obstruction of the local military and police. Although the Blackshirts had passed Cremona, Alexandria and Bolunia, and all the troops and police along the way did not conduct effective interceptions, he did not yet grasp the dynamics of Rome.

"Faqda was going to issue martial law, but it was not implemented due to internal discrimination. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us." Old Ziano suppressed his excitement, "There is another thing that needs to be clarified. This is not something I did, but Glendini, who was persuaded by my son Calais."

"Calai? Uh..." Mussolini's image suddenly appeared in his mind. He was handsome and immature. Calais was the nickname of his acquaintance, "Is he still studying in college in Rome?"

"Yes, but this kid can do it. He connected with tens of thousands of students from secondary and high schools in Rome to form the Youth Italy Alliance, and he proclaimed himself chairman. He is currently building a big sensation in Rome, jumping up and down, ready to welcome your arrival. He convinced Glendini to be a part of the plan. He also found out that the desperate Fakda may extend an olive branch to us and attempt to overcome the difficulties through cabinet reorganization. He believes that the leader's ambitions and ambition to create a brand new Italy are to find a new way out for Italy and will never be tainted with these politicians."

Mussolini was stunned by the old Ziano, and finally smiled: "He is right, I need all my power instead of such a miserable life!"

Old Ziano smiled secretly: The words just now are true and false, and in the true reality, he put a lot of gold on Ziano's face. First, there were only a few thousand students connected by Ziano, of which only a few hundred were students who were hard-core supporters of Fascisti, and most of the rest were just watching the excitement and fearing that the world would not be in chaos; secondly, the Youth Italian League was originally a straw troupe, but after Ziano was taken away, it was not as unified and complete as he described; again, the news of the martial law was confirmed by Glendini, and the invitation to reorganize the cabinet was inferred by Contini based on historical memory, and it was not the news of inquiry at all; finally, the action of organizing Roman citizens and Roman police to welcome the Blackshirts was not a single word, and it was Contini's next step to build momentum.

But Mussolini was excited and would not carefully distinguish the differences, and Old Ziano did not take over these credits to himself: if these things were done, it was his son's credit, and he would not have to embezzle them. In the end, it was my credit; if these things were not done, it was the young man who was tragic and could not hold Old Ziano accountable. The moment he received the telegram, he had thought of a way to deal with it that could attack and retreat and defend.

Mussolini was happy: "Calais did a great job. If this happens, what's wrong with him being the young Italian leader?"

"Isn't that good? He's only 19 years old!"

"I'm right. Revolution must start with young people. When I was 19 years old, I was not as good as he was. Not to mention convincing the police chief, even a small detective could shut me up." Mussolini was in a good mood. "You know, my children are still young. When we get old, it's Calais who lead them to do the revolution!"

This sentence is not so much a wish for the title of the young Ziano, but rather a desire to win over the old Ziano. The latter naturally understood and hurriedly said: "Leader, don't be anxious about this matter. Let him connect Rome first and welcome the leader well. If the matter is broken, I will break his leg when I turn back!"

"Hahaha, no, no!"

"How is it, have you contacted?"

"From the contact, both my father and the leader agree that you will continue to stay. If you perform well, you can take on greater responsibilities in the future." Contini smiled slightly and said to Glendini. "The leader said he would refuse the invitation to reorganize the cabinet. What he wants is the power of the entire cabinet and the entire central government! He will not be overwhelmed by this little profit."

Due to the failure of the martial law, Glendini keenly felt a little unusual and had deep doubts about Fakda's political career. So he relaxed his intimidation of Contini and instead asked the young man about his future. Contini talked with him for half an hour and fought for the other party with his perfect tongue. Originally, Glendini wanted to take the opportunity to fight with Fascisti to upgrade to the director of the Police Department of the Ministry of the Interior, but Contini shook his head to stop him.

"Your Excellency, it's not that I refuse to help this, but that this position is not very beneficial to you."

"Why?"

"If the leader does not succeed in the end, your current struggle and chips will inevitably fall into the hands of others. It is easy for ordinary people to say that if it is your opponent, it will be extremely unfavorable to you, but it is just to make a false sense of your position and to make a false sense of your leader. I believe no one can blame you. If the leader succeeds in the position, then he will remember what you do today. This is good for your future. However, there are so many cabinet positions, and there are also a group of people under the leader to arrange it. It is not impossible to arrange you rashly, but it will cause their dissatisfaction - after all, you have not followed the leader for a long time, and you will become the target of their exclusion..."

In fact, Glendini didn't understand Contini was right, but he just was unwilling to stay there - he also had to fight for benefits if he defected, right?

Contini seemed to see through his thoughts and persuaded: "Actually, don't worry at all. As long as you have power and ability, you have many opportunities. After the leader comes to power, he will definitely be dissatisfied with him in all aspects. He must rely on his subordinates to help him deal with the problems. But you know, his subordinates are all revolutionary figures, and there are almost no one who is proficient in internal affairs and police. In the end, you have to rely on you? As long as you handle these worries of the leader, where will you want in the future? Not to mention a mere director of the Police Department, even the Minister of the Interior, I think you can do it! At that time, you have made contributions and have been working for a long time. Wouldn't it be natural to bear greater responsibilities?"

"Okay, but you still have to restrain yourself in the past two days and don't make it difficult for me to do..."

Contini blinked and smiled: "That's natural. We are all intellectuals. We will understand the truth and abide by national laws and rules. But I will go back quickly. If it's too late, I don't know what trouble others will cause."

Before leaving, Contini muttered like a charlatan: "Your Excellency, I have a premonition that the leader will not have more than 5 days to march into Rome..."

Glendini nodded and thought to himself: If what you said cannot be realized in 5 days, you little bastard will be the first to taste my power!

"Calais, are you back? The police didn't make things difficult for you, aren't they?"

"If you don't come back, we're going to launch a parade tomorrow to the police station to support you."

"No, I met His Excellency Glendini, who was easy to speak, understood and sympathized with our situation. After my unremitting efforts, he had promised to support us..."

"real?"

"Impossible?"

"You'll know if you really try it tomorrow." In front of many alliance directors, Contini naturally would not reveal the real inside story, but instead formed such a misleading intentionally or unintentionally - it was Ziano, who single-handedly relied on his personal charm rather than the tiger skin of the black shirt army behind him and the current complex situation that convinced Glendini!

When a group of people heard his story, they felt thrilling and their admiration became stronger and stronger. Then they heard every little thing he had deployed, and felt it was very correct and necessary!
Chapter completed!