Zhu Jingyuan's ideas also come from the experience of later generations.
But it’s not about learning a specific thing directly, but about employee benefits designed without running out of money.
A long-term business trip and a public vacation all in one.
If the Ming Dynasty royal family can afford this kind of money, the craftsmen who design the most advanced warships for the empire are also eligible to enjoy this kind of treatment.
The cost of the peace talks itself is very huge, and most of the expenses of the craftsmen will be directly covered. The expenses that can be seen by the Ministry of Industry will be very inconspicuous.
After Zhu Jianyan digested Zhu Jingyuan's plan, he couldn't help but continue to ask his son:
"Then when you arrive at Cape Imperial Mansion, while you are presiding over negotiations, do you still have time to continue presiding over battleship design?"
Zhu Jingyuan directly spread his hands and said:
"I was a signing representative, and maybe I would give a speech at the opening ceremony.
"But the actual details of the negotiations must be handled by the officials of Honglu Temple, and the actual host is your father.
"I actually took the craftsmen to the public tourism office."
Zhu Jingyuan said it was natural, but Zhu Jianyan replied directly:
"I will not participate in the negotiations, and I will continue to stay in the capital.
"According to my father's wishes, if you still want to lead the negotiations, you must really lead the negotiations, not just in name."
Zhu Jingyuan was stunned.
My father is the de facto Foreign Minister. Why doesn’t he go to the negotiation site now?
But the reason has nothing to do with me. What I have to consider now is if I really want to host the peace talks...
There doesn't seem to be any big problem.
If Dad himself doesn't go, his group of diplomats will go too.
Representatives from the Ming Dynasty's cabinet, military, court, financial groups, and clans will all select deputies to go with them.
What I actually have to do is make decisions and sign, and I don’t have to do any specific work.
So Zhu Jingyuan made the same decision after thinking about it:
"Then I still want to go. Hosting negotiations is what I want to do, and I'm also a little interested in Tessie's situation.
"And this negotiation will definitely be a marathon, and there will definitely be repeated talks and stops in the middle. I have plenty of time to do other things.
"I only need to arrange tasks for the craftsmen on a regular basis and go for inspection and acceptance on a regular basis. It does not affect my ability to continue to preside over negotiations."
Zhu Jianyan looked at the old emperor again and cast a pleading look at him.
The old emperor looked at Zhu Jingyuan's face, and finally sighed softly and said:
"Well, if you want to go, go ahead and bring the radical exploratory hull design team with you...
"I will notify the Royal Line Company to arrange for a 30,000-ton ocean liner to take you and the craftsmen to the Western Cape. The cost will be covered by the peace negotiation fee.
"I will give you ten days to arrange all aspects of the matter, and in ten days we will go to sea from Tianjin with the negotiation team.
"There will be a special fleet escorting you to the Western Cape, and representatives from other vassal states will meet you at several ports along the way."
Zhu Jingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally had a relatively proper arrangement, so that everything would not be interrupted:
"Thank you grandpa!"
The old emperor waved his hand gently:
"Be careful when you go out. Learn the basic principles of negotiation from the people at Honglu Temple on the way. Remember to report the situation and progress to the capital at any time."
Zhu Jingyuan quickly agreed again:
"My grandson knows..."
The old emperor glanced at Zhu Jianyan, hesitated for a few seconds, and then continued to remind Zhu Jingyuan:
"Your uncle Ninth will go with you. As the representative of our royal family, we will deal with the royal family and princes of Xiyi.
"You are still responsible for the specific negotiation matters, but you should not conflict with him..."
Zhu Jingyuan was already relaxed and prepared to mechanically respond to the old emperor's instructions, but when he heard this, he was suddenly shocked:
"Uncle Ninth? My Uncle Ninth? He's going? Is he going by himself?"
The old emperor said with a straight face:
"I asked him to go."
Zhu Jingyuan's expression completely froze.
The ninth son of the emperor, Zhu Jianfeng, followed the negotiation team to the Cape of the West. As a member of the royal family, he dealt with the princes of the West. There seemed to be no problem with this logic.
But Zhu Jianfeng was the semi-public heir to the emperor, and the peace talks took a year and a half.
If Zhu Jianfeng stayed in Xiyang Cape for half a year or even a year, God knows what would happen to the court.
Moreover, he will set off in ten days, and now he directly tells himself that his ninth uncle Zhu Jianfeng is going with him? Have you notified him now?
Zhu Jingyuan instinctively felt that this matter must not be that simple, and there must be something wrong with it.
The old emperor spoke again at this time, blocking Zhu Jingyuan's possible questions:
"Don't think too much, just concentrate on your own affairs. We'll talk about everything else after negotiation.
"I transferred a division from the Navy and will be responsible for your daily security from now until the end of the negotiations."
Zhu Jingyuan was even more shocked now. A secretary was responsible for his daily security work?
After the Renwu reorganization, Emperor Shizu drastically transformed the guard station, Beijing camp and other military systems, and unified most of the Ming army's military establishment.
A standard system of three levels and seven levels was formed: guard-battalion, post-division, sentry-flag-team.
It is similar to the system of the World War II era: division-brigade, regiment-battalion, company-platoon-squad.
Probably in order to accommodate the indigenous people of Ming Dynasty, I didn't directly copy the one I was familiar with.
Nowadays, people in the Ming Dynasty are accustomed to asking how many troops there are in a place. They have become accustomed to asking how many guards there are, just like people in World War II asked how many divisions there are.
The division under Ziyu Qianhu usually has 300 to 500 troops, which is almost equivalent to a battalion in World War II.
The official title of the chief officer is Zhenfu, which comes from the former subordinate officer of the guard station, but soldiers and common people usually call him commander-in-chief.
Because the number of soldiers under the control of the Zhenfu was similar to that of the previous generals, in the army organized by Qi Jiguang in Jizhen, the officers at the "division" level were also the generals.
Now the old emperor has transferred three to five hundred people to protect his own safety. They are not directly transferred from the security department, but people from the navy.
Is this really just about keeping yourself safe on the road and in the Western Cape?
But now that the old emperor had given the order, Zhu Jingyuan did not dare to ask any more questions and suppressed all his thoughts:
"My grandson knows."
The old emperor nodded slightly, indicating that there was nothing else to do.
Zhu Jingyuan resigned with full of doubts and returned to the outside of the palace under the guidance of his guards.
A tall officer and ten tall and strong soldiers were waiting at the gate of the guard office outside the palace gate.
The official uniform of naval officers is somewhat similar to the flying fish uniform. Most of the officer's court uniforms and public uniforms after the new system of Renwu adopted similar styles.
Then some convenience and iconic adjustments were made based on actual needs. For example, most of the navy's clothes are white.
Of course, those with hems are all military officer uniforms or court uniforms and public uniforms, and everyday combat uniforms are all in saffron brown style.
The guards led Zhu Jingyuan out of the palace and greeted him from afar:
"The governor of Laoguan has been waiting for a long time. This is His Highness the Prince of Dashi."
The officer immediately led the soldiers over and stopped about two meters in front of Zhu Jingyuan.
He stood up straight and tensed his body, making a fist with his right hand and hitting their chests.
This military salute of clenching a fist and slapping the chest was developed from the action of an officer clenching his fist and slapping his armor.
Nowadays, soldiers or low-level officers salute like this when they see their superiors. The superiors can respond by clapping their chests or cupping their hands and fists.
When Zhu Jingyuan saw the other party's movements, he subconsciously raised his hand and looked at the officers and soldiers in front of him, waiting for the other party to report his origin.
This officer looked to be only twenty-four or five years old. He was quite tall and strong, with a serious Chinese character face. He loudly reported to himself:
"Chinese Army Governor's Mansion, Naval Guards, First Division of the Third Institute, Major Commander Guan Tianpei, see His Highness Prince Dashi!"
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