Chapter 1537 "Mountain" and "Mountain"

Before the Battle of Waterloo, Nathan Rothschild carried a large amount of gold to Paris. Under the escort of the French police, he exchanged it from the French Bank for a large amount of gold Louis, livre and other gold coins.

Childe's transport network was shipped to Spain.

If these coins that were supposed to be loaned to farmers were like those coins, and were not transported to the hands of farmers, but were transported to Portugal and Spain by banks, then even if there are no British troops in these two lands, they would still be transported to the English Channel.

London on the other side became England's once again paying for the military expenses of the anti-French alliance.

Countries participating in the anti-French alliance only accept gold. Even if the money is not shipped to London, shipping it to Madrid, Spain, can save their precarious finances. The only things in the hands of French farmers are bank notes, which may be circulated like banknotes until this time.

When the scheme was discovered and these banks collapsed, they realized that they could not withdraw the money. Whoever held the most bank notes would suffer the greatest losses.

The Piety and Fraternity is a new religion that is very popular among the bourgeoisie and has the intention of confronting Catholicism.

If the priests spoke inciting words to the believers, they would rebel like the people of the West and Provence.

Trinidad was originally Spanish land. Later, Spain lost to the British in a naval battle in 1797, and then the land was occupied by the British.

The Treaty of Amiens legally recognized this land to Britain. Did the Spanish royal family receive compensation like the King of Orange?

Although it is incredible, if Napoleon is reluctant to part with this remittance fee, then the cash will flow into the hands of those who are willing to pay the remittance fee.

Moreover, he had little effect after paying the money. He might as well issue bank notes to farmers, and then take these coins directly to the mint to be melted into new coins.

The peasants supported Napoleon. If the peasants found that Napoleon was not trustworthy and made them bankrupt, then they would not necessarily love him as much as they do now.

This matter is too risky, and Georgiana doesn’t know anyone in the banking world. It’s enough to do it once, and it must not become a fixed system.

She hopes that the weather will be smooth in the coming year, but the price of food will drop after the harvest. What Lanzhi said is to collect food from farmers at a "balanced" price to replenish the country's strategic granary. This is also an issue that affects farmers' income. Bread in peacetime is very expensive.

It's cheap, but the price will always increase during wartime and disasters...

She suddenly saw an extra pair of hands on her waist, and was so frightened that she wanted to draw her wand.

"What are you thinking about?" She heard a deep voice say in her ear.

That wasn't Severus' voice.

"I'm thinking about loopholes." She replied in a low voice, "Will those coins eventually get into the hands of the Anti-French Alliance?"

He fell silent.

"You can't drain the banks of conservatism dry. Those are for future generations."

He still didn't answer.

Georgiana thought that maybe this was why Napoleon was imprisoned. He left a legacy to the country, one of which was gold coins in the bank, and the other was a man with a family.

These men were not forcibly conscripted into the army like single men, but would resist when their homes were invaded, and those gold coins in the bankers' banks would provide support for the campaign.

"Has Philippe Staplefer called on you?" He changed the subject and rubbed his beautiful hands on her waist.

"Yes."

"What did he tell you?"

"He seems to hope that I can prevent you from annexing Valais." She said with a wry smile, "That's impossible."

"You can try." His kiss fell on her neck.

"There's nothing the whole of Europe can do to stop you." She turned back, "Do you think I'm capable?"

He laughed and said, "That's what I just asked you, what are you thinking about?"

"Remittance fees." She said seriously, "You can't save this money, otherwise the money will flow into the hands of people who are willing to give it."

"Any suggestions?" he said somewhat frivolously.

"You can transport those coins directly to the mint and give farmers bank notes, but these bank notes must be redeemable, otherwise the farmers will be disappointed with you and turn to others."

He didn't seem to be paying attention to what she was saying.

"What are you thinking about?" she said angrily.

"I'm just thinking about how beautiful you are." He said glibly, "The Alps are just a mound in front of your beauty."

She tried to struggle out of his arms, but ended up getting into trouble, so she stopped moving.

"Tell me your truth." He whispered, "We are equal."

"I can't be sorry to him." She said with tears.

"I don't think he will be indifferent to you." Leon said softly, "No matter how deeply he loves the dead woman, he will never be indifferent to you."

She cried even more sadly.

"It's like air. It feels ordinary at ordinary times. Only when you are suffocated do you realize how much you need it." He said with compassion, "That's how people are. Only when they lose it do they understand how to cherish it."

"I am not a Sabine woman, and England will not be annexed to France," she added.

"I know." He turned her around, "You can form an anti-French alliance, and I can also form an anti-British alliance to fight against British trade hegemony."

"I can't do this!"

"Not everyone in Portugal is as stupid as the royal family. They hope that the arrival of France will bring them reforms." He ruffled her hair gently. "The bourgeoisie in Lisbon are not fools. Spain has a similar social structure to Portugal's industrialization and

The level of urbanization is higher than Portugal.”

She blinked.

"What about the Porto bourgeoisie?" she asked.

Napoleon had a weird look on his face, "They hope to catch up with foreigners in eating toast and drinking milk tea."

She couldn't help but laugh.

"When I was an officer with nothing, reading was my only pastime." He stroked her arm. "I scrimped on food and clothing, gave Louis my salary and asked him to study. I think he received the same education as our brothers.

I have the most hope for him, but he doesn’t seem to want to be the father of that child.”

"You want to adopt Hortense's son?"

He paused. "Most booksellers in Portugal are gathered in Lisbon. Unlike Porto, where pigs run around in the market, the young people in that country who are a little ambitious will choose to immigrate to Brazil and the United States. These liberals hope that France can

By bringing them new land ownership, new laws, overthrowing the feudal system, their industrialists also saw an opportunity in us to help them get rid of British imports."

"You want to tell me, a British woman, that the Portuguese are going to follow you French people in the revolution and drive away the British?"

He smiled, kissed her, and pushed her onto the desk.

Perhaps seeing that the owner was being "attacked", Georgiana's short-legged cat jumped on Bonaparte's back, stretched out her claws and scratched his face.

His face was almost scratched, and he stared angrily at the "bad cat" to whom he always fed the best dried fish. After it had done something bad, it ran away, and Georgiana couldn't help but laugh again.

Got up.

He looked back at her.

"You can try, maybe I can really leave Valais behind."

She looked up at the "king".

"I heard that you had a secret agreement when you signed the Peace of Amiens?"

He smiled and said nothing.

"You can also establish a secret agreement with the Swiss representatives." She reached out and touched the golden embroidery on his coat.

"About what?" He bent down like a cow being led by the neck.

"Bank." She whispered, "Dig a confidential vault in the Alps. User information is absolutely confidential. There are only code names and passwords. Bank employees must abide by the confidentiality law. No matter whether they are on the job or resigning, they cannot leak user information."

"What if the account code and password are lost?" he asked.

"Customers' deposits are bank currency. You have to make them feel it is profitable before they will be sincerely loyal to you." She whispered, "The explosion of the vault will cover up the explosion of the Simplon Tunnel."

"I have no intention of treating the Simplon Tunnel as a military secret." He leaned down again, "I want Milan, and you."

"I would rather go to Venice." She stared into his gray eyes, "I want to dance with you in the most beautiful living room in Europe."

"Are you asking me to dance?"

"Severus invited me three times, but I didn't agree to him. Then he went to the ball alone that year." She said tremblingly, "Do you still remember? The first time I met you..."

"Venice is now in the hands of the Austrians." He interrupted her coldly.

"It's a stupid idea, isn't it?" she gasped, as if she couldn't breathe. "That's why I say it's impossible for you to give up Valais."

"What are you thinking about now?" he asked in a very calm voice.

"Which one do you think embodies glory more in the eyes of the world, golden mountains or snowy mountains?" She asked the military strategist who conquered the Alps twice. "Mountains never meet, but people always meet. A general said that in his life

Everyone is guessing what is going on on the other side of the mountain?"

"Who is that general?" Napoleon asked.

She regained some consciousness and felt that she should not say General Wellington's name.

"Please don't tell anyone..." she begged, feeling a little self-defeating.

He picked her up directly and took her to the bedroom next door.

There was supposed to be another newlywed couple there, but now they are in Spain.

Not long after the two disappeared from the study, a gold coin rolled from the desk to the ground, making a jingling sound. On the front of the coin was the profile of Louis XIV.

Although they were all gold coins and contained gold, British soldiers would not accept gold coins with Napoleon's profile on them, especially since they were about to fight a war to defeat him.

Will Caesar, who did not occupy the top of the snow-capped mountains but was conquered by a woman, still be respected by the soldiers?

What kind of beauty is there in this world that can make a hero bow to her?

When the candlelight flickers, some people see Louis XIV on the gold coins, while others see the agile beauty. Which one is more charming?

This is really a difficult puzzle to solve.
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