Chapter 1321 The dwarf is scary

  If the sanitation of the streets of Paris has been eye-opening for Giorgioanna, the sanitation of Quail Hill is even worse.

  Since the 17th century, it has been a hub for the leather industry and printing and dyeing industry. It was originally a vineyard built on a hill. Now there are small workshops everywhere on the mountain. There is only one road between the workshops that can accommodate a carriage. People and cars are walking in a mixed manner, and it looks crowded and dirty.

   "This is where you take a **** a date!" Georgiana yelled incredulously.

   "You feel bored to take you to the park, and you don't go to the casino." Bonaparte said with a playful smile, and then he got out of the wagon like an explorer.

   "Are you going?" Georgiana asked Carolan.

   "You are going to pay me for a pair of new shoes." Caroland nodded Georgiana's nose and got out of the car with him.

  "Come down." Bonaparte said at the door of the carriage. "Although there are many people, here are all workers. It is safe."

  She really didn’t understand the connection between a lot of people and the fact that the workers here are safe, but she got off the car anyway.

  After getting out of the car, the pungent chemical smell hit her face, and she couldn't open her eyes.

   "What are we doing here?"

   "Come and meet someone." He said, when two men in middle-class clothes came over.

   "Introduce, this is General Bertrand, Commander of the Engineers, and this is General Darius, the quartermaster." Bonaparte introduced Georgiana, and the two nodded toward her without kissing her.

   "Why are they here?"

   "The same purpose as us, to meet someone."

  She was almost led by him, and two generals in plain clothes followed them.

  This place reminded her of the winding alleys in Venice, but the pedestrians here looked tired and looked malnourished.

  The income of workers is less than 3 francs. They are struggling with food and clothing, and they have no energy to care about other things that have nothing to do with them.

  As Napoleon said, there are many people, but it is safe. They walked up the hillside all the way, and finally came to a small alley, which may be the most beautiful place in Quail Hill, with a spotless road at its feet, a small house surrounded by greenery.

  These houses should be the office of the company. They finally stopped in front of a small house with oak signs. She carefully identified the company's name. It was the Bonafor Transportation Company where Mr. Martin worked.

  Generally speaking, large companies will set up offices in decent places, but transportation companies need to transport goods away from the factory. It will be convenient to set up an office in this place.

   "Half of our army boots are produced here." Quartermaster General Darius said to Georgiana, "The most expensive boots are on the march."

  She looked down at Napoleon’s boots. There was no rubber in this era, so it was easy to grind the soles of the boots.

   "Did you plan ahead?" she said stupidly.

   "I have a hunch," he said mysteriously, and then turned and walked into the building.

  She was still dizzy, and she was surrounded by two generals and entered the office of Bonafor. This is a small three-story building with narrow stairs, which does not match Napoleon’s identity.

  If he had not encountered the French Revolution, he might have become a company employee, going back and forth in this narrow staircase every day.

  At that time, were you still fascinated by him and almost forgot what you called?

  She looked at the regency pompon on her wrist, and inexplicably remembered the way he showed her manhood the last time in the Tuileries.

  She had a strong desire to escape.

  In a small room on the second floor with an open door, she saw Mr. Gaston Martin. He was surprised to see Napoleon appear. His eyes were wide, as if he had seen a ghost.

  His Excellency Bonaparte seemed to have walked into his own home, observing this office naturally.

  There is nothing special, a desk and two chairs for the guests to sit on, and then there is a cabinet for storing documents, but there are a lot of maps on the wall, but it is not as complicated as military maps.

  He opened a cabinet at will. It contained Mr. Martin’s personal belongings, probably because it was easy to get dirty on this street in white socks, and there were a lot of spare pairs in the cabinet.

Mr. Martin's performance seemed to be seen by the most ugly secret. He seemed to want to close the cabinet door. Napoleon turned his eyes to the old man who was more than twice as old, and smiled and closed the cabinet door. Up.

   "You go out." Bonaparte said to Caroland.

  Caroland immediately turned around and left, as well as his two male servants, who closed the door when they went out.

  Bonaparte sat down on the chair opposite Mr. Martin, looking confident, as if he had grasped Mr. Martin's handle.

"I think Italian subjects are inherently more hypocritical than French citizens." After exerting enough pressure, Napoleon said, "When dealing with Italians, you should talk as little as possible. When we have meetings, you are always on the side without saying a word. Do you think I am French or Italian? Mr. Martin."

   "French." Martin answered immediately in fear.

  "Then how do you treat me the same way you treat Italians?"

  "You are the head of the Chisapini Republic." Mr. Martin said.

"The French army holds a sword in one hand, it is a reliable guarantee of victory, and an olive branch in the other hand, it is a symbol of peace and a certificate of protection. You gave Georgian an olive branch, but you are always with the soldier holding the sword. What you are after Not wealth, right?"

  Mr. Martin looked at Georgiana suddenly.

"I have always avoided letting women participate in politics as before. Many women protested because of anger. They thought that their talents were not defeated by men. Do you know why I gave special treatment to the people she introduced?" Bonaparte Say.

   "She is very submissive." Mr. Martin said.

"It's the same with you. You can do whatever she asks you to do. I'm very curious about what a person like you really wants, so I came here in person today. It seems that this trip is worth it." Napoleon pointed to the costume. Cabinet of White Socks "Is that what you want?"

   "I thought it was at first." Mr. Martin stared at Napoleon. "But I later discovered that when the old nobles were looked down upon, I didn't want it anymore."

   "What do you want?"

  "Respect...but the businessman is still inferior in your eyes?" Mr. Martin said, somewhat lonely.

   "Dario." Napoleon said.

"Have!"

   "Repeat what I said in Italy."

   "Yes, the commander-in-chief said that he cannot be kind to those who are generally despised because of his immorality and incompetence." General Darius yelled.

"I can't bear the speculation and incompetence of the people around me. Salicetti was my family friend in Corsica. He also participated in those battles, but he regarded the battles as an opportunity for personal profit. I suppressed those supplies. The reason for this is because they used unscrupulous means to make profits and provided unqualified military boots to the army. This time, the horses you bought are so poorly in quality because of the Austrians?"

  "Do you suspect that it is my problem?"

  "A person who pursues power and respect is not so easily tempted by money. Of course the Dutch horses bought by the Dutch are good. You live in such a place, where do you plan to spend the money?"

  Georgiana thought of Louis XIV’s finance minister. He actually invited the king to his mansion as a guest, making Louis XIV a grudge because he did not live in a courtier. Is this stupid or confused?

   "If I didn't ask, doesn't it mean that I am blind. Now I will give you a chance to explain, Martin."

   "I heard of an information." Mr. Martin said immediately, "I am confirming the authenticity of this information."

  "Do you use the money I let you buy horses to buy intelligence?" Napoleon asked again.

   "No..." Mr. Martin quaked.

   "Do you think she will intercede for you?" Bonaparte asked again, and then he turned to look at Georgiana "Will you intercede for him?"

   "Wait until I figure out what is going on." She said cautiously, "Don't be afraid, Mr. Martin, what is going on?"

  "The Austrians planned to bury explosives in the Ulm Fortress. Once they discovered that France had the intention of invading Austria, they immediately bombed the fortress, together with the materials inside." Mr. Martin said, "Austria will never become the second Italy."

   "Can bombing a fortress stop you from moving forward?" She couldn't believe it.

   "Is the message accurate?"

   "I'm checking."

   "Why use the money to buy horses?"

   "I know you will come to ask me."

  Napoleon smiled.

  "Even if explosives are not buried, Ulm still has an arsenal. I used the horse money to get some good guns. If an accident happens, we can help my friend blow up the arsenal or help him escape to France."

   Bonaparte sighed, "Do you think I should be kind to this kind of person?"

  Mr. Martin was silent.

   "Why didn't you speak, Martin?"

   "I beg you, why did you promise me?" Martin said.

   "Did you even tell him this?" the short said angrily.

"This can help him recognize what kind of person you are." She said coldly. "What's more, you should think about whether this news is true or not. This kind of espionage matters. No matter what, talk for yourself."

   "No, I want you to sit here and listen." Bonaparte said, "Isn't your husband a double agent? Let me see how much you learned from him."

  (End of this chapter)