Chapter 1321 The dwarf is scary

If the hygiene of the streets of Paris had been an eye-opener for Georgiana, the hygiene of Quail Hill was even worse.

Since the 17th century, this place has been a center for the leather industry, printing and dyeing industry. It was originally a vineyard built on a hill. Now there are small workshops everywhere on the hill. There is only one road between the workshops that can accommodate a carriage.

The road, with people and cars mixed in, looks crowded and dirty.

"This is the place where you take girls on dates!" Georgiana shouted in disbelief.

"You feel bored taking you to the park, and you don't want to go to the casino." Bonaparte said with a playful smile, and then he got off the carriage like an explorer.

"Are you going?" Georgiana asked Carolan.

"You have to pay me a new pair of shoes." Carolan nodded Georgiana's nose and got out of the car too.

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

She really didn't understand the connection between the large number of people and the safety of workers here, but she still got off the car.

As soon as she got off the car, the pungent chemical smell hit her face, making her unable to open her eyes.

"What are we doing here?"

"Come to meet a man," he said, as two men in middle-class clothes came over.

"Introduction, this is General Bertrand, the commander of the engineers, and this is General Darius, the quartermaster." Bonaparte introduced Georgiana, and the two of them nodded towards her without kissing her hands.

"Why are they here?"

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

She was almost led by him, with two generals in civilian clothes following behind them.

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

The workers' income was less than 3 francs. They were struggling on the edge of food and clothing, and had no energy to care about other things that had nothing to do with them.

Just like Napoleon said, there are many people, but it is safe. They walked all the way up the hillside and finally came to a small alley. This is perhaps the most beautiful place in Quail Hill. There is a spotless road under their feet, surrounded by small houses.

There is green shade above the head.

These houses should be the company's service points. They finally stopped in front of a small house with an oak sign. She carefully identified the name of the company, which was the Bonnefort Transportation Company where Mr. Martin worked.

Generally speaking, large companies will set up offices in decent places, but transportation companies need to transport goods from factories, and it will be convenient to set up offices in this place.

"Half of our military boots are produced here." General Darius, the quartermaster, told Georgiana. "Boots are most consumed when marching."

She lowered her head and glanced at Napoleon's boots. In this era, there was no rubber, so it was easy to smooth the soles of the boots.

"Have you planned it in advance?" she said stupidly.

"I have a premonition." He said mysteriously, then turned and walked towards the building.

She was still dizzy, so she was directly surrounded by two generals and entered the office of Bonnefort Company. It was a three-story building with very narrow stairs, which seemed a bit incompatible with Napoleon's status.

If he had not encountered the French Revolution, he might have become a company employee and walked up and down this narrow stairwell every day.

At that time, would you still be so fascinated by him that you would almost forget everything he called you?

She looked at the Regency pom-pom on her wrist, and for some reason she remembered the way he showed his manliness to her last time at the Tuileries Palace.

She had a strong desire to escape.

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

Monsignor Bonaparte seemed to have entered his own home, observing the office naturally.

There is nothing special, just a desk and two chairs for guests to sit on, followed by cabinets for files. There are just a lot of maps posted on the wall, but they are not as complicated as military maps.

He casually opened a cabinet, which contained Mr. Martin's personal belongings. Perhaps because wearing white socks can easily get dirty on this street, there were many spare pairs in the cabinet.

Mr. Martin acted as if his most shameless secret had been seen, and seemed to want to close the cabinet door. Napoleon turned his attention to the old man who was more than twice his age, and closed the cabinet door with a smile.

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"Get out," Bonaparte said to Carolin.

Carolan immediately turned around and left, along with his two male servants. The three of them 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 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 always stand aside and say nothing.

Do you think I am French or Italian? Mr. Martin."

"French." Martin immediately replied with fear.

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

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

"The French army holds a sword in one hand, which is a reliable guarantee of victory, and an olive branch in the other hand, which is a symbol of peace and a certificate of protection. You gave Georgiana an olive branch, but you are always with the soldier holding the sword. What you are pursuing

It’s not wealth, right?”

Mr. Martin suddenly looked at Georgiana.

"I have always avoided allowing women to participate in politics as I did in the previous administration. Many women were angry and protested about this. They think that their talents are not inferior to men. Do you know why I give special treatment to the people she introduces?" Bonaparte

explain.

"She was very compliant," Mr. Martin said.

"The same goes for you, you can do whatever she asks you to do. I'm very curious about what people like you want, so I came here in person today. It seems that the 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 after those old aristocrats were looked down upon, I didn't want them anymore."

"What exactly do you want?"

"It's respect...but businessmen are still inferior in your eyes, right?" Mr. Martin said a little lonely.

"Dariu," said Napoleon.

"have!"

"Repeat what I said in Italy."

"Yes, the commander-in-chief said that he cannot treat well those who are universally despised for their immorality and incompetence." General Darius yelled.

"I can't stand the speculation and incompetence of people around me. Salicetti was a family friend of mine in Corsica. He also participated in those battles, but he regarded the battles as an opportunity for personal profit. I suppressed those suppliers.

Businessmen, because they use unscrupulous means to make profits and provide substandard military boots to the army. Is it because of the Austrians that the horses you bought back are of such poor quality this time?"

"Don't you suspect it's my problem?"

"A person who pursues power and respect will not be so easily tempted by money. Of course the Dutch horses bought by the Dutch are good. If you live in a place like this, where are you going to spend your money?"

Georgiana thought of Louis XIV's finance minister. He actually invited the king to his mansion and made Louis XIV feel resentful because he didn't live as well as any of his ministers. Was this stupidity or confusion?

"Just because I didn't ask doesn't mean I'm blind. Now I'll give you a chance to explain, Martin."

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

"You used the money I asked you to buy horses to buy information?" Napoleon asked again.

"No..." Mr. Martin said tremblingly.

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

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

"The Austrians planned to plant explosives in the Ulm Fortress. Once they discovered that France had the intention to invade Austria, they would immediately blow up the fortress, along with the supplies inside." Mr. Martin said, "Austria will never become the second Italy."

"Blowing up a fortress can stop you from moving forward?" she said in disbelief.

"Is the information accurate?"

"I'm checking."

"Why use the money to buy the horse?"

"I knew you were going to ask me."

Napoleon laughed.

"Even if the explosives are not buried, there is an arsenal in Ulm. I used the money to buy horses to get some good guns. If an accident occurs, 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 such a person?"

Mr. Martin was silent.

"Why didn't you say anything, Martin?"

"I begged you, why did you agree to it?" Martin said.

"You even said this to him?" the dwarf said angrily.

"This can help him understand what kind of person you are." She said coldly, "What's more, rather than being kind to such a person, you should think about whether the news is true. I don't care about this kind of espionage.

No matter, you can talk among yourselves."

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