Joseph walked toward the dressing room, then turned back and gestured to Mirabeau. "Come with me in a while. We can continue discussing the industrial planning on the way."
"As you command, Your Highness."
Before long, Joseph, dressed in a deep-blue formal suit, and Mirabeau walked out of Versailles Palace and were just about to board the carriage when Charles suddenly darted out from the side and bowed to him with exaggerated flair. "Brother, I heard you're going to preside over the World Cup draw ceremony?"
"Mm, that's right." Joseph smiled and stepped forward, putting an arm around his younger brother's shoulders. "Only, Mr. Lagrange's class..." "It ended early. He said I was already very familiar with this part."
"And your fencing lesson this afternoon?"
"Baron Perret fell ill and asked for leave."
"Very well." Joseph patted him. "You can come and preside over the draw too."
"Wonderful! Thank you!" Charles instantly grew so excited that he swung his fist hard. He was utterly fascinated by football and had even sponsored a professional team in Paris. The "Gem VI" carriage left Marble Square and, after traveling 1.5 kilometers, stopped before an enormous station in the New Paris District nearly 200 meters wide. Nowadays, when the nobles of Versailles Palace went out, they basically all had to transfer here to the Steam Tram—this was much faster than a carriage. They could go shopping in downtown Paris in the morning and return by four or five in the afternoon, without delaying the evening's banquets and balls in the slightest.
And their formidable spending power further promoted Paris's prosperity. Take the Paris Angel Boutique, for example: ever since the Steam Tram began running within Paris, its sales had directly increased by 1.7 times!!
Joseph was just about to board the royal Steam Tram