Chapter 1516 How to Train Your Dragon (7)

  Napoleon’s adjutant Eugene Merlin came in the morning and he brought an order that Napoleon wanted to see Georgiana.

This is a very formal way of invitation. Almost ministers were told to meet the first ruling in this way. There was also a small group of guards who came with Merlin. She felt that she might not be able to come back alive. The sunrise the next morning.

  She followed them without resisting. Feigl was also with her. They walked on foot, and many people watched their team along the way.

   After arriving at the Tuileries Palace, she was not taken to the study, but a horseshoe-shaped table was placed in the **** meeting. The other **** did not know whether they had not come or left, only Napoleon was in it.

  He was looking at other documents, and he closed the document when he noticed that Georgiana was coming. The lieutenants all walked out and closed the door.

There is a magical power in Napoleon's body. People who have not seen him will think that he is domineering and indomitable, but after seeing him, he will find that he is a very calm person, at least very broad without anger. with.

  It's just that he didn't smile now, frowned slightly, and dropped the two documents on the table not far from her.

   "Let's take a look." He said coldly.

  Georgiana picked up the report. The upper one was the report of the Paris Police Department, and the lower one was the investigation report of local government officials and the special court. It was all about “adulterated bread”.

People buy bread at such an expensive price. Of course, they want to buy whole flour. Adulterated bread involves mixing some rye, oat flour, and even sawdust and lime into the bread. This is what the civilians hate most. The first two victims of the headphone were fraudulent currency merchants and bakery owners.

Not long after the harvest, there were no limes mixed with lime, but some mixed Chen Gu into the new wheat. The report of the police department stated that this kind of bread went to the market because local government officials took bribes and corruption, and local government officials wrote that it was black market bread. And smuggled flour.

  Georgina put down the report.

  At this moment, she found Bonaparte was staring at her, his eyes were very bright, as if they could shine.

   "I confiscated the benefits." She said straightforwardly.

   "You fool." He said helplessly, "A person like you died ten years ago."

   "I thought it was not ten years ago." She said calmly.

  "You wrote to Sharptal, saying that our wines have lower alcohol content than Portuguese wines, and we should be charged lower tariffs. Why do Portuguese wines enjoy more preferential treatment?"

  "Have your spy been to a British pub?" she said rebelliously.

  He was so quiet that he waited for her to speak.

"Ancient Greece was part of Byzantium, but in Constantinople, Greek retail wine merchants were replaced by sweet wines produced by Venetian merchants. French red wine entered the British market too late, and Portuguese wine has already taken over this market." She suddenly paused when she said that. She originally wanted to cite the story of Godfather Kryon as an example, but this can easily be dismantled "This is the result of collusion of interests."

  He thought for a while, and then said, "I plan to merge the police department and the justice department next month."

   "You don't have to tell me this." She said in surprise.

"As long as Fouché can't find the result, he will put the blame on the'British Gold Coin'. He did the same in the Saint Nicas bombing. He bought a so-called George's agent and reported a secret sneak in. The list of juan members in Paris, I hate this person, and the false information he provided to me..."

  "Be careful of your safety." She interrupted him blurtly.

"Because of Fouché, some Jacobins who were supposed to be exiled to Africa and the Americas have changed to surveillance exile outside Paris. The rumor that I sent Morrow to the front line is what they said." Bonaparte calmed down. You have to say, "He's not like you, his pockets are about to leak gold coins."

  Georgiana didn’t know what to say.

  "You have been in contact with Merlin, how do you feel about him?" He asked again.

  She thought for a long time, but couldn't find a definite answer.

"Cambaceres once recommended a Jacobin judge to the Court of Appeal. I did not agree. Cambasceres told me,'You have appointed Merlin.' I told him that the difference between these two people is very different. Great, Merlin was once a member of the governor’s government. He knew very well that he had no ambition to climb up, and the person recommended by Compasseres was still ambitious. He thought he had complete ambitions to replace Compasseres. He even replaces me, and even hopes to start another revolution. If I give him the position of judge of the Court of Appeal, he will make the three provinces restless. If I live, I don’t worry about these people at all. I always know how to suppress them. , But if one day I die, put me in bed for eight days to make them believe that I am alive, and then you take advantage of this time to make arrangements and put them to death."

  She was taken aback.

   "You won't die so early!" she said categorically.

  He laughed, "Do you think I'm saying last words?"

  What he said just now seemed like a last word from any angle.

   "Come here." He said softly.

  Georgiana passed without much resistance.

  He hugged her and let her sit on his lap.

"On the way to the Grand Theatre, my coachman was drunk. Normally, I would never let a drunk man drive a carriage for me. But that day I was very tired and wanted to rest until the explosion happened. I don’t believe the prediction you said." He squeezed her arm and said, "Fireworks and explosives are actually the same thing. The pyrotechnician Chevalier made the bomb. When the police seized the bomb, he said no. What is the purpose of this bomb? I thought it was used to set off fireworks. I have no reason to blame a craftsman, right?"

  She looked at him suspiciously.

   "I lied to you, I'm sorry." He lowered his head and looked like he could be slaughtered, "You hit me."

  She stood up with anger.

  What should she be angry about? Was it because he lied that he did not really exile and execute the members of the Jacobins and let them go to the UK to organize the "Bread and Blood" movement, or was it Giuseppina's matter?

  Sometimes, she suddenly understood the mood of those who wanted to assassinate Napoleon.

   "I know you will compare me with that person in your heart. I can't compare to him in many places, but I am willing to correct. Can he do what I am?"

  Georgiana is speechless.

  Yes, Napoleon didn’t even want to be in power for a lifetime. How many people can do this?

   "I think the top priority now is to establish your authority." she muttered.

"I told them that I indulged you so much because you introduced the railway. The weight of a horse hauled on the track is equal to the weight of 20 horses. The railway from Lyon to Paris was not approved because they felt that if the river surface was like What you said is frozen, and the horse can be hauled on the ice." He paused, "But I want to tell you that the reason that really made me do that is that I love you, and you are different from other women..."

   "Stop talking!" Georgiana interrupted him immediately.

  This sentence sounds too familiar, just like Voldemort said to Slughorn, "You are not like other teachers."

  He really shut up.

  "You are starting to charge tariffs on steel, right?" Georgiana asked.

   "There is salt, you know why." Bonaparte said.

  Salt tax is a kind of tax in the Middle Ages. Why did the slave trade be cancelled?

  But the salt tax is equivalent to the feudal kingship. Salt is not only eaten by humans, but also by animals. It has a great impact on animal husbandry and agriculture.

  There is a request to cancel taxes on meat, bread, and salt in the petitions of the three-level council.

  The tax on bread has already been collected when the flour is milled. The restoration of the tax on meat and salt is equivalent to the three-level parliament’s in vain.

  "Will I still have to pay 12 su after eating fruit?" Georgiana asked.

  "Do you think that being a free man is inferior to a slave?" Bonaparte smiled and said, "Except for not being able to gather to eat fruit, they can often eat fruit."

"you are not happy?"

  "Do you think I am happy?" He suddenly changed his face and roared with anger.

   "Don't yell at me." Georgiana said blankly.

  He is neither Tobias nor Irene, she will not flinch.

  "If I were Nero, who do you guess is Cyonus?" he asked again.

   "The Guards will not rebel." Georgiana said.

  "Republicans always hold dreams and refuse to face reality." Bonaparte looked out the window of the Tuileries and said, "Do you think I am jealous of Moreau?"

  Georgiana did not answer.

  He sneered and turned around slowly.

   "Sometimes I wish we could all die on the battlefield. The depth of that **** is a bit shallower than this city."

  "Can I know what moved you? Is it really because of public opinion?" Georgiana asked.

   "Someone told me that violence represents weakness. What I want to do now is to ease the conflict. My compassion will far outweigh the strength of the guillotine."

   "Can you tell me who it is?"

   "You can guess." He smiled frivolously.

  Georgiana compared this sentence to the ministers she knew, and finally she thought of a completely impossible person.

   "Who is it?" Napoleon asked.

   "Sies?" She asked uncertainly.

  He laughed loudly this time.

   "Am I wrong?" she said frustrated.

"You go back and take those two reports." He quickly walked back to where he was looking at the file. "In addition to what you have, there is another thing. The demand for flour in Paris has soared. In the past, 1,800 bags were enough Now it has three or four thousand bags. There is no problem on the mill."

"how so?"

   "So I want you to check it, try to guess which power it is."

  She shook her head, regretting being involved in this matter.

   "You just left?" Bonaparte asked.

  "Do you want me to salute you?" she asked back.

   "I thought it was the courtesy of a civilized person."

  Georgiana endured forbearance, and finally curtseyed to him, and then left with a rage.

  It didn't take long before she heard a whistle from the room behind her.

  It was an Italian minor, as if the person in it was not the first in power in France, but a young lieutenant who lacked education.

  She stuck her tongue out behind her, made a face, and left the Tuileries Palace.

  (End of this chapter)