Chapter 1935 "Broken Porcelain"

"You didn't tell him, right?"

Pomona looked at the woman in the mirror and said in a warning tone.

Of course no one answered her, and she felt stupid.

Originally, she did not participate in the welcome party in the evening, but then Bonaparte did not know what he thought and actually brought her to that occasion.

There will be a welcome party tomorrow at the Rouen Museum of Fine Arts, which is hosted by businessmen. During the day, she will also go to the Rouen School of Medicine and Pharmacy for an "inspection". Oh my God, it's like she has really become a great person.

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Just as she was taking off her makeup, there was a closing sound from behind the door. It must have been that Matilda had returned from fetching water.

That's what medieval castles were like, without running water.

"Just put it on the table." She said as she took off her earrings.

In fact, her worries were in vain. People didn't care which country's jewelry she wore, because the British did not attend the French reception at all.

"How was your day today?"

Georgiana was startled.

She covered her heart and looked at Bonaparte with a smile on her face angrily. He seemed quite proud of himself.

"I didn't play." She said angrily.

"Then what did you talk about on the boat?" he asked again.

"Mr. Martin didn't tell you?"

"I want to hear what you have to say." He reached out and brushed her hair away, stroking the back of her neck with his hand, as if to help her take off the necklace.

It would be better if he really wanted to take it off, but his fingertips kept fiddling with the lock on the necklace, which made her feel angry for no reason.

"Talk about tariffs," she said deliberately fiercely.

"What do they want?" he said lazily, looking like he was not doing his job properly.

"The Americans seem to be preparing for war. They no longer have any illusions about Europe." Georgiana said coldly, "Or maybe Britain has no illusions about the Americans. They still remember Gabriel Ouvral and his blank charter.

License? If he had only sold those licenses to Spanish businessmen, the current situation would not have happened. The key is that he sold them to Americans, and it was completely out of control."

"Need me to warn the King of Spain?" Leon still looked that casual.

"This is your men's business." She did not express her opinion, and then said, "The British cotton textile industry has received too many privileges, and its development momentum is fierce, far exceeding the steel and woolen textile industries. Henry Petty

Let me find a big order for those smelters."

"how do you want to do it?"

"How about building a house specifically to hold industrial expos?" She looked back at him. "Use cast iron and glass."

The way he looked at her was magical, hazy and confused, or maybe he was simply out of his mind.

She averted her gaze.

Now she was so dizzy that she felt like she was under some kind of magic.

He walked around the other side from behind, his fingertips lightly traced her back, and then he bent down so that his face was in the same frame as hers.

After observing her through the mirror for a while, he shifted his gaze to her.

"Remember what you said before? You said you like eating sweets."

She nodded.

"Godoy ceded half of Santo Domingo to France in the hope that we would withdraw our troops from northern Spain, which gave Godoy the title Prince of Peace when we were at war with the British out of suspicion that Spain had made an agreement with us.

The British navy cut off most of the trade between Spain and the colonies. Cotton factories in Catalonia had to stop supplying because they had no raw materials. Those Mexican silver coins were also accumulated during that time." He said softly, "Peace.

It gave Spain a short respite, but they also knew that this kind of peace would not last long. They wanted to seek more benefits in the shortest time, and then they had those blank charters."

She continued to nod.

"In January 1793, Louis XVI was executed. Our promulgation of the constitution led to Britain and Spain declaring war. It was the Spanish who took the lead in crossing the Pyrenees before we entered Catalonia. The peace treaty not only gave us

Rouen brought recovery and also restored Catalonia. In other words, as long as England still has control of the sea, Spain can only resume trade with the Americas in peacetime. Restarting war or naval blockade will not only harm Spain.

Trade with the colonies would also lose remittances and tariffs from the Americas. The war would be a financial disaster for the Spanish crown. An easier response would be to increase the money supply and restore the measures taken by Charles III during the War of Independence."

"I've been having a headache for a day about the tariff issue. Can you please stop talking about it?" she said impatiently.

He squeezed onto her dressing stool, held her in his arms, and let her sit on his lap.

“Do you know how British industrialists collected tariffs from Ireland?”

She looked at him confused.

Bonaparte liked to use cologne, and the scent of the perfume called "Power" became even stronger when she smelled it up close, but she did not feel dizzy because he mentioned Ireland.

"In 1785, Britain and Ireland signed a treaty of trade. This treaty stipulated that the two countries should be reciprocal, and in particular required equal industrial import taxes between the two countries. This issue related to all industries. The Irish readily accepted it, but the British strongly opposed it.

, there is a man named Wedgwood, he is a ceramics merchant like you."

"I'm not a ceramics merchant!" she corrected immediately.

He smiled and continued, "Led by Wedgwood, he went to Birmingham to find a man named Bolton and formed a committee. When Ireland and Britain were discussing the peace treaty, he organized a rally and distributed many leaflets and pamphlets.

, this person later met with Pitt, the Duke of Portland, Fox and Sheridan. Finally, after a series of amendments, the original treaty was abandoned. Others hoped that the barriers separating the two countries would disappear completely.

There were differences of opinion between the factory owners in the privileged old industry and the leaders of the new industry. The interests of the new industry lay in cheap raw materials and a wide open export market. In 1786, there was also this issue when signing a trade treaty with France.

It was revealed again that the metallurgists of Birmingham and the cotton mill owners of Manchester and Derbyshire all followed Wedgwood's so-called 'free trade'."

"You said that this kind of 'free trade' is like taking the stairs out of the house." Georgiana continued.

"The zero tariff on steel made the metallurgists in Birmingham no longer listen to Wedgwood. The only ones who followed him were the cotton mill owners in Manchester and Derbyshire. Manchester blamed each other in the newspapers because of the issue of canal use rights. Now only

Derbyshire cotton mill owners and Wedgwood, have you thought of how to drive a wedge between them?"

Georgiana tilted her head, "Aren't you worried about harming France's interests?"

"Metallurgy only accounts for 1% of France's GDP, and the textile industry accounts for 17%. You can build a house if you want, but you have to remember that if we go to war again in the future, Britain will not let us eat sugar so easily."

Her face dropped.

"Think carefully about how to deal with Wedgwood, Mrs. Sevres." He pinched her chin, just like pinching other people's ears when he was happy. "Now that you have found Farron, let him prepare a new kind for you."

For perfume, don’t use rose-scented perfume, it’s not suitable for you.”

"Then what scent do you think is suitable for me?" she said angrily.

"Fruit." He sighed. "No bergamot, no orange blossom. That's what Marie Antoinette likes."

"Don't you often stay in her small living room?" She tapped his ancient Greek nose with her finger.

"Do you know what would happen to me if Louis XVIII returned to France?"

She stopped talking again.

"Say it." He encouraged.

"Death penalty." She whispered.

He sighed again and let her lean on his shoulder in a very awkward posture. "I don't think he can use the guillotine, but poor Cambaceres probably can't escape the gallows. I heard that there is a hanging hill in Massachusetts."

, that seems quite scary to you wizards, and an international secrecy law has been specially established?"

"Yes." She said pitifully.

The guillotine can also use the concealment spell, and the burning spell has the freezing fire spell. How to hide from the hanging?

The rubbing of fabric made a rustling sound, replacing the sound of conversation, and the golden roses on her dress were scattered on the ground.

Just like the poet said, wherever I walk, withered rose petals and laurel leaves will fall all over the ground.

Can imagination really rule the world?

Stop dreaming, Leo.
Chapter completed!