Chapter 1256 Mirror Book

Pomona noticed that Napoleon had a pom-pom tied to his Mamluk sword.

This pom-pom was very gorgeous, but its function was similar to the stuffed toys on girls’ backpacks in the 20th century. It was just a decoration. As he walked, the tassels on the pom-pom swayed slowly, which looked very beautiful.

Napoleon did not wear his military uniform or his three-cornered hat. He wore a black velvet uniform with gold embroidery on the edges of the clothing, which made him look gorgeous and heroic.

Pomona had never found that the combination of black and gold could look so good. He took snuff as he walked, and his shiny boots made a pleasant sound as he stepped on the mirror-like floor of the Tuileries Palace.

He did not go to the large conference hall of the Communist Party of China, but went to his private study. When the soldier guarding the door opened the door for him, there were already several people waiting for him inside, either with a big belly or with gray hair.

The middle-aged and elderly people bowed to him, which he accepted without hesitation, and then he took these people to Marie Antoinette's small living room next door.

"Please take a seat, gentlemen." He walked into this famous "haunted house" first.

The wealthy people did not dare to enter, but Pomona did.

"If you have nothing to hide, there is no need to be afraid." Pomona said, getting carried away behind Napoleon.

I saw a young woman walking into the "haunted house", and it was still daytime. The wealthy people also walked in, but they didn't seem to think it was a living room. Instead, they stood near the door, as if ready to escape at any time.

"This one is our famous French financier Julian Ubrard and Professor Van Leberg. Although I have not gone to university, these two teachers agreed that I can be awarded a doctorate in law. These two teachers

You are a famous banker, so I won’t introduce you one by one. I called you here today because I have a task for you.”

"Are you going to let us go to war, General?" One of the middle-aged bankers said with a smile, as if he thought he had made a joke.

"The situation we are encountering today is very difficult. Soldiers practice riding and marksmanship diligently in order to fight the enemy on the battlefield. You also study financial and legal provisions in order to be able to fight the enemy in the shopping mall. The only difference between you and the soldiers is

The difference is that soldiers will lose their lives on the spot, but you will go bankrupt and it will be difficult for you to rise. The feeling of becoming a 'loser' is more uncomfortable than dying on the spot, right?" Napoleon clasped his hands behind his back in the small living room.

Pacing around, "I asked Jacob to renovate this palace. Only this small living room remains as it was when the last owner left. This is also the room with the least bloodshed in the entire palace. It was penetrated by the cannonballs of the Paris Commune in 1792."

A wall was built, and the working class rushed in through the hole. The nobles who stayed here fought desperately with the Swiss mercenaries, and were finally defeated. The remaining nobles did not choose to surrender, but committed suicide with their swords.

Yes, chivalry is of no use to the rioting commoners, who will not release for ransom what they see as a corrupt class that needs to be defeated."

"Why is chivalry related to ransom?" Pomona asked stupidly.

"This is an unwritten rule in the Middle Ages. Even though everyone is familiar with it, a captured noble knight can be released as long as he pays a ransom." Napoleon explained to Pomona enthusiastically.

She nodded as if she had a sudden realization.

"Paying money to buy lives is not feasible for civilian troublemakers. I think you have also heard the recent rumors. Even if you are not killed on the spot, there will be dangers in jail. In the final analysis, as long as people are not killed

Even if you are forced to a dead end, you will not take risks. My plan is this. You all, buy all the food arriving at the ports of England and the Netherlands. I want to see 45,000 to 50,000 per month.

Five thousand quintals of grain were brought into the granaries of Paris."

The bankers took a breath, Pomona had no idea at all, she just felt like she was very powerful.

"You mean, the shipment has arrived?" a banker asked in surprise.

Napoleon nodded.

"This...how is this possible?" said another banker.

Pomona knew that Britain was also short of food and food prices were soaring.

"Do you think it is possible? Professor Ubrard." Napoleon said with a smile.

"There is nothing impossible in your dictionary." Uvral said humbly.

"If we can't do it, it's because we are incompetent." A banker immediately said.

Pomona sometimes had to lament that these people who had been flattered all year round were really flattering, but Napoleon seemed to be very impressed and continued to pace in the small living room.

"Remember Miles I told you last time?" Napoleon asked suddenly.

Everyone else looked at each other inexplicably.

"You mean the disciple who stayed with Leonardo da Vinci until his death in France?" Pomona asked.

"He is a talented person, do you know why?"

Pomona shook her head, and the others didn't know what Napoleon was talking about.

"Myers was a nobleman. He served Leonardo da Vinci loyally for 13 years. Leonardo left part of his inheritance, especially the manuscripts, to him. After his death, his son left Leonardo da Vinci's manuscripts.

All of Leonardo da Vinci's manuscripts have been sold and are now distributed around the world. Leonardo da Vinci was very good at writing mirror books, and the works created by his students are exactly the same as his. It is difficult to tell which ones are his original works and which ones are his students.

His works, do you know what I think he is talented about?"

Pomona thought for a moment and shook her head.

"It's not his painting. He does have a certain talent for painting. What I admire is his ability to educate the next generation. His son did not keep these coveted manuscripts in his own hands, but dispersed them.

, turned Leonardo da Vinci from an Italian genius into a world-famous one. The Jacobins originated from France. I put the responsibility on them for the assassination last year. I killed some people and exiled some people. These exiles

Some of the people went to England just like the Bourbon nobles. Many people thought that I was repaying a favor with a grudge by making the people who sheltered me homeless in the past homeless. Do you think so too?"

"No, no, no." Everyone was shaking their heads, and some were wiping sweat with handkerchiefs.

"Don't make such a mistake. Since you are in this country, you must understand that patriotism is a common sentiment of the Jacobins. We are different from the Girondins who put money in their own pockets. For this country, we

You can make any sacrifices and contributions. If you love this place, love this custom, to what extent you love, the people in this country will love you to the same extent, no matter where you are, those Jacobins exiled in England

Unlike the royalists, who are obsessed with returning to power, they are fighters and disseminators of revolutionary ideas. They will not liaise with the British king. They will overthrow the British aristocracy just like they overthrew the Bourbon royal family. If I send them like this

If they go out, they will definitely be regarded as dangerous elements by other countries, but if they become the target of persecution, they can lurk smoothly. They have already made preparations before you set off. The UK is holding the 'Bread and Blood' movement, and local farmers

There is a boycott of foreign grain imports, and those grains arriving at the ports of England and the Netherlands are now waiting for you to harvest, and I will give you a commission of two percent of the total amount of the goods received."

Napoleon raised two fingers, and the bankers were as excited as if they had taken crazy drugs. Pomona didn't know how much money there was. Anyway, she was a woman and was not naturally sensitive to numbers, but she knew one thing, Napoleon's

Those two index and middle fingers do not represent love and peace.

He is too cunning and very good at calculating people's hearts. Foreign grains will lower local grain prices. This is uneconomical for farmers who have made huge profits due to the sudden increase in grain prices. Of course they will resist.

As for workers in the city who cannot afford bread, they also receive poverty relief funds from the state. Although banknotes can be printed unlimitedly, they must have enough food. In order to solve this food gap, the British had to plant a large number of potatoes and then have grains.

France, potato late blight, and the Great Famine in Ireland.

Napoleon said that the British cabinet was the worst management system in Europe. In fact, those Irish people did not have to starve to death, nor were they forced to immigrate to the New World to escape because of desperation. But who said that those who controlled the power of Britain were profit-seeking businessmen.

For the sake of profit, some people are willing to take risks and ignore the law. Of course, they will not see life or death.

If they use money to buy back the grain shipped to England and the Netherlands, can their ships transport the grain back to France, or even to Paris? Even without the British navy, there are still pirates, and the French naval fleet cannot now escort them.

After the bankers left, Napoleon approached her affectionately and sat next to her.

"How did I perform?" He smiled in a pleasing manner, as if he was waiting for her praise.

"Your fleet is gone, how will you get the food they bought back to Paris?"

"This is not an issue that I have considered. What I told them was to pay them after they see the grain entering the Paris granary. If they can't do it, it's because they are incompetent. That's what they said themselves."

Pomona sighed, how many people do things just for profit and regardless of the consequences?

Even if she reminded her, no one would listen. Those people would be trapped in Napoleon's spiritual magic.

"Are there really ghosts in this world?" Napoleon asked. "Josephine said she felt Marie Antoinette's soul was here."

"Of course there is." Pomona pointed to his head, where his eyes and nose meet. "She's right there."

Napoleon thought she was telling a joke, but she really saw Marie Antoinette looking directly at the back of Napoleon's head, her head on her neck, unlike Nick who was almost headless.

With a layer of skin attached.

"If you buy it at a high price and sell it at a low price, you will lose a lot of money. How do you get it back?"

"Julian Uvlar just now has been interested in vineyards in Burgundy for a long time. After the Great Revolution, all the vineyards owned by the nobles were confiscated and auctioned to individuals. I gave him money and he had to pay it back to me.

And you have to think from another angle. We are not losing money. It is best to do less to suppress this kind of thing. I don’t want to be exhausted by the constant uprisings like Justinian." He kissed her lips. "Let’s do it tonight.

How about continuing?"

"You must exercise restraint, my lord."

"Wrong call."

She still found that title too difficult to pronounce.

"Am I still no match for him?" Napoleon said a little frustrated, "Is time so important to you?"

"Except for his childhood, he gave me his whole life. He almost died on the battlefield. We have experienced a lot together. You..."

"You're too young to understand, aren't you?" Napoleon said coldly.

"He is my ear of wheat. I can't just throw it away when I see a bigger one."

"Then what are we doing?"

"You and I have the same ideal." She touched his hair, and the touch was softer than she imagined. "I hope more people can have a happy and peaceful life."

"What about my happiness?" He stood up excitedly.

"You still have Josephine, she still loves you, and she finally came back to you."

"That's because she thinks I have a better future than that kid."

"And the children, Hortense and Eugène, you have to think about them too." Pomona said tiredly, "The interests of the children are above all else."

He seemed to have heard a funny joke.
To be continued...