Chapter 1993 Kind Manager (Part 1)

If Bonaparte was given a choice between Paris and the frontier, he would definitely choose to protect Paris.

Georgiana changed her clothes and went downstairs, thinking as she walked.

The Treaty of Commerce of 1786 had a great impact on the Paris textile industry. Factories did not have enough orders to operate, and unemployed workers had no income to buy bread.

However, as she had predicted before, if tariff barriers are increased, tariffs will first be reduced, smuggling will increase, regular cargo transportation will be reduced, and maritime transport will be affected.

Just when she came to the hotel lobby, there was a person waiting for her at the stairs, it was Ludrell.

"Good morning, ma'am," Ludreher greeted her.

"Good morning, sir." Georgiana walked to the ground floor. "Why are you here?"

"The First Consul told me that it will be my job today to accompany you," Lederer said.

"Where has he gone?" asked Georgiana.

"Where are you going?" Ludrell asked.

"I'm going to the dock..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ludrell laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Georgiana asked.

Lederer motioned to Georgiana to go first.

She couldn't understand these French people, so she took Ferrell and Figel and got on the carriage in front of the hotel.

This section of the road is not far, because the hotel was originally at the pier, and the carriage was parked next to the Pomona.

She bought a lot of things at Rouen, and apart from what she had disposed of at Borbec, some was taken to Havre and then carried on board the ship.

Yes, she spent a lot of money to buy a complete set of mother-of-pearl furniture and decorated the boat like a suite. It seems that she is indeed very foresighted.

She also bought some salted butter, a specialty of Brittany that farmers put in butter to evade the salt tax.

There were some simple furniture on the boat before, but she did not throw them away. It was on that simple-looking long table that Henry Petty told her many things.

She looked out the porthole, trying to identify where there was mud in the estuary.

She had heard before that tariffs are closely related to railways. In other words, tariffs are directly related to public utilities. Even if the sand sluice chamber mentioned by Napoleon is useful, it still requires money to build, and this cost is not something that any individual can afford.

Affordable.

"What are you thinking about?" Ludrell asked.

"Money." Georgiana looked away from the sea. "Did the First Consul say who will pay for the construction of the sand sluice chamber?"

"I think you may have to get used to it," Ludreher said helplessly, "Napoleon is used to just giving orders without asking about the process."

"What?" Georgiana asked in surprise.

"You saw it when the Canal Saint-Martin was being built last time. Sometimes he would act in accordance with his own opinions." Leclerc sat down at the dining table. "The first characteristic of his selection is loyalty to him, and then

It’s personal ability.”

Georgiana shook her head helplessly.

"There are still some people who have not given up on the democratic and moderate government established in the United States like Washington, and there are still some people who are trying to restore it. They even believe that the final result of the Revolution should be an enlightened autocracy."

"Have you heard what's going on in the United States now?" Georgiana sat down opposite him.

"He guessed that you would come to the dock today. When the peace treaty was signed, the people in Malmaison stopped working and hugged each other. This peace was hard-won. When everyone was immersed in the joy of peace, you seemed very...

'gloomy'……"

"Am I spoiling everyone's fun?" Georgiana interrupted.

"It is precisely because peace is hard-won that we must protect it carefully. Napoleon said that people in the barbaric era were very stupid and would sacrifice everything for money. Richard the Lionheart defeated Saladin..."

"It was Saladin who let Richard go," Georgiana corrected.

"He reached the coast of Europe with great difficulty, but he still fell into the hands of others. He was betrayed by the Duke of Austria, and people only remember him because he committed a serious crime. Among his subordinates, only Bolandel was

People were loyal to him, but his people loved him and made great sacrifices to free him."

Georgiana felt that she needed to read the history of Lionheart Investigation again.

"You made him obsessed, and if you are really a spy, I have to say, you are very successful." Ludrell said.

"I'm not a spy." Georgiana frowned.

"Using him to take revenge on your husband is a very reasonable reason." Ludreher said. "Is he willing to be used like that?"

Georgiana made no answer.

"The only defense he can have against you is not to sink in the ocean of your charm."

"Oh, what a ghost." She couldn't help shouting.

Ludrell smiled and shook his head.

"Tell me, how can we really build the sand sluice?" Georgiana asked. "This is public water, not the canal company's business scope."

"Are you not emotional at all?"

"Not now." She shook her head, "Now is not the time to be emotional."

"You're more of a monster than he is." Ludrell said, staring at her.

She thought of Albus. The reason why he could win was because he was always right, and even his own death was included in the plan.

"A port is a sailor's harbor, give him a little tenderness," said Ludrell.

"Am I not gentle enough?" she said in disbelief.

"I have also met British women, and not all of them are like you."

She was angry.

"Do you know where it is across the way?" Lederer pointed to the other side of the river and said, "That's Honfleur, a famous place for art and dating. I think you should know that France is a romantic country."

"You don't even know..." She was so frustrated that she didn't know what to say.

"Let's go, we've seen enough of this ship, let's go to the other side." Ludrell stood up, "Don't you want to breathe some fresh air?"

"I thought of Polina," said Georgiana. "She was always on board."

"Don't mention this." Lederer said, "Napoleon's classmate, Jabwonowski, who was the same age as him, also died in this war. His mother was British, but his nationality was Polish.

He's a mixed race."

Georgiana was stunned.

"She later married this mixed-race child to a Polish nobleman. The Pole regarded him as one of his own and sent him to Brene to study. So I tell you, don't mention this matter, it will ruin everyone.

Mood, especially now, didn't you just say, now is not the time to be emotional." LeBorel sighed, "Let's go."

Georgiana stood up obediently.

She took one look at the cabin, which she liked very much, and left with Ludrell.
Chapter completed!