Chapter 1985 "Eagle" and "Dove" (3)

The salon is not just a place where ladies and ladies provide gatherings, drinks and food for playwrights, poets and critics. As hosts, women sometimes need to use their wit and elegance to mediate disputes between some people in the salon over a topic.

situation, playing the role of "referee".

It all depends on what kind of person the guests are. Most of them are polite and polite, and they also talk about topics such as art and fashion. Scenes of swords and swords like the one just now are relatively rare.

All in all, Napoleon's face didn't look good, perhaps because Georgiana didn't judge him to win.

She was mentally prepared for this kind of thing, so when she was stopped before getting in the car, she was not surprised at all.

"Madam," the messenger said politely, handing her a letter. "Mr. Lestrange asked me to give it to you."

She took the letter, which was stamped with the insignia of the Ministry of Magic.

"What is this about?" Georgiana asked.

"The issue of demarcation." The staff of the French Ministry of Magic said, "Whose jurisdiction does Brittany belong to? The ministers of the two countries' ministries of magic are preparing to hold a summit in Le Havre."

"Okay..." Georgiana said with a headache.

"If Le Havre is not convenient, other cities are also suitable." The staff of the Ministry of Magic said, "They are all waiting for you."

Georgiana looked back at him.

The young man bowed to her, then turned and left.

As soon as Georgiana got into the carriage with the letter, the door on the other side of the carriage opened, and an angry Bonaparte sat opposite her.

"What was that just now?" he asked as soon as he opened his mouth.

"This is what you are referring to?" Georgiana raised the letter in her hand. "I have a meeting to attend in Le Havre, regarding the demarcation of the border between the two countries' Ministry of Magic."

"I'm talking about your evaluation. What do you mean that he used his own knowledge to score points?" Bonaparte asked immediately.

She sighed, "Don't care so much about winning or losing, Leon."

"Did you say the same thing to that guy?" he asked unconvinced.

"Winning the debate can't decide anything. The monks once debated how many angels can stand on the tip of a needle. What's the point?" She said sharply, "Don't forget that Louis XVI cared too much about winning Britain and spent so much money on it.

When fighting the War of Independence, you really should think about how you lead the people."

He laughed as if he had heard a joke, and then looked at her playfully.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Those cotton textile factory owners in Normandy think that being on the seaside and close to England is an advantage. It will not be easy to get them to give up this advantage." She said seriously, "They have money and connections. If they feel that

It will do no good to you to follow you, they will also turn to the British. Agriculture and animal husbandry can only be used to absorb the unemployed during industrial transformation. You cannot do it now."

He looked extremely upset.

"Remember what it said in The Monarch? If a person stays decent and does not harm others, he cannot satisfy the big shots, but he can satisfy the people. Do you think I support the use of child labor across the country?" Georgiana pointed out

People outside said, "This is killing the goose that lays the egg."

"What?" He didn't seem to respond, as if he didn't know the idiom.

"Do you know the story of Jack and the Beanstalk?"

"I know." He said reluctantly under her gaze.

"After Jack climbed up the vine, he found a hen that could lay golden eggs. The giant shouted to it every day, 'Lay more eggs, you useless bird'. Only the sound of Beauty's harp could make it

Be quiet. There is also a story about the chicken that laid golden eggs in Aesop's fable. The wife thought that the hen that could only lay golden eggs could lay golden eggs, and there must be a lot of gold in her belly, so she encouraged her husband to take out all the golden eggs.

In this way, they don’t have to go to the trouble of picking up eggs every day. However, after the husband killed the hen, he found that there were no golden eggs in the belly. The couple regretted it very much, but it was too late. They could have one golden egg every day, but now they have nothing.

there is none left."

Bonaparte looked at her in silence.

"Don't be like a giant who forces the hen that can lay golden eggs to lay more eggs, and don't be like the couple in Aesop's fables who kill the hen that can lay golden eggs. If you push too hard, the hen will run away with others, and

Killing chickens is not worth the gain. People will die sooner or later. Sooner or later, the older generation will not be able to do anything. If the new generation is unable to take over, then the advantages they accumulated in the early stage will be lost. In short, you cannot be so radical.

." She covered her head to clear her mind and said, "You must make them feel that Normandy's proximity to the sea and Britain is no longer an advantage, so that they will no longer talk to you about tariffs."

"Someone told me that the money invested in building a factory in France will not pay off quickly." He said listlessly, "Excluding the daily production expenses and the investment in building the factory, it will take a while to generate profits. The investment of British manufacturers

Funds will be recovered quickly.”

"Yes, when child labor and slaves are used." Georgiana said sarcastically, "This is at the expense of renewable energy. I am a woman, and I don't want the children I give birth to to become child laborers in the future, because

I am afraid that I will lose my job when I become an adult and do not want to grow up.”

"Is this why British women don't want to get married?" he asked.

"You are talking about aristocratic women. There are still little girls who work in factories in order to accumulate dowries. This is similar to the farms and cider I told you. They can be used to accumulate dowries, but they cannot be used to support the family."

He laughed.

"Why did he agree to your proposal once?"

"At that time I felt I had no other choice." She said looking into his gray-blue eyes.

"Did I save you?" he asked.

"You set me free." She lowered her eyes, "But I feel that if I want to be saved, I must save myself."

He reached out and lifted her chin.

"A free woman should look into other people's eyes and speak." He smiled and said, "Tell me, how did I set you free?"

"You might be offended."

"Just tell me." He said confidently.

"You make me feel like I have a choice."

He frowned, as if he didn't understand what she said.

"It's like two boys pursuing a girl. I can choose between you and him..."

He laughed as if he felt incredible.

"No one has ever pursued you?" he said with a smile.

"There may be one," she said uncertainly, "but I always feel that he and I are just friends."

"When the Romans occupied Britain, they felt that Scotland was not worth occupying. Because there were only high mountains, cold weather and poor and unruly tribes, the price paid was far higher than the reward." Bonaparte used his beautiful hands

, caressing her cheek, "They really don't have the eye to appreciate beauty."

"Maybe it's because they are used to it. There are similar scenery in the Alps." She said tremblingly, "Have you ever been to Interlaken?"

He sat on the sofa next to her and hugged her tightly.

"Did you go by yourself or with him?"

She didn't answer.

"What did you go to see?" he asked again.

"Jungfrau." She said dryly.

"What did he do?" Leon smiled ambiguously.

She looked at him angrily.

He laughed in realization.

"It seems that men all over the world are the same, even if he is a wizard." He said cheerfully, "By the way, I hate the secret police, and the French Ministry of Magic does not allow Aurors."

"What?"

He opened the car door directly and left.

"It's incredible." She murmured, looking at the roof of the car.

How can an Auror be the secret police?
Chapter completed!