Just when Alphonse was putting the design drawings into the cabinet into different categories, there was a noise outside. Before Alphonse could even lock the cabinet, the study door was suddenly pushed open.

It’s open!

Armand, smelling of alcohol, rushed into the study angrily, pointed at Alphonse and shouted loudly: "Alphonse, what do you mean? You said before that if Uncle Darren doesn't come back before Monday, I will do it tomorrow."

Go back; but Uncle Darren has come back today, why do you want to drive me away?"

"The frame order is very important and we are in a hurry. Didn't Alfred tell you?" Alphonse continued to pack the drawings on the table and replied without raising his head.

"Is it just a day or two? I don't mind adding a little money to buy a batch to make up for it!" Armand replied.

"Send some money yourself? Do you have money?" Alphonse sneered.

"What do you mean? I am your brother, and I hope you respect me!" Armand said angrily.

"Then, please leave my room, go back to pack your luggage, and leave my house at dawn tomorrow." Alphonse put down the drawing in his hand, raised his head and looked at Armand and replied.

"What if I don't?" Armand replied angrily.

"No?" Alphonse gently pushed the chair behind him and stood up, walked towards the Mughal sword placed on the museum shelf on the right, and pulled out the sword with a clang!

The blade of the knife was tilted downward. Alphonse approached Armand step by step and asked expressionlessly: "What did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly. Can you say it again?"

"What...what are you going to do?" Armand was so frightened that he woke up due to the smell of alcohol. He hesitated and asked, retreating towards the door.

"Get out!" Alphonse roared, and Armand was so frightened that he ran back, quickly went back to his room and locked the door!

"Sir, I'm sorry." Alfred, who was standing at the door, replied helplessly. Although they had guards, they were all hired from the manor. Naturally, no one dared to stop the drunk Armand; but only Alfred

Even De's own efforts could not stop Armand from breaking into Alphonse's study.

"It's not your fault. I don't know when he became like this. He probably lost his mind." Alphonse put the long knife back into its sheath and said: "Let Old Anda take him back to the manor tomorrow morning. 200 livres."

You will still give it to him;

In addition, let old Anda bring a message to Anderson, telling him to use all means to prevent Armand from coming to Calais; if Armand drives him away, just bring his family and come directly to Calais. This will be our territory from now on.

, need his help."

"Yes." Alfred had long wanted to bring the family to Calais, but Alphonse never mentioned it.

"Don't we still have more than 2,000 livres at home? Let's build the annex on the left so that Anderson and the others can live there." Alphonse added:

"After the Spanish money arrived, they added the annex buildings on both sides and the back hall building to the fourth floor. When we move to the annex building, we will also raise the front yard."

"The decoration of this house..." Alfred asked awkwardly. This Baroque house is decorated in a rich and luxurious style, especially the sculptures and decorations on the roof. Maybe the money to build two floors is not enough to repair a roof.

"Tear down sections and repair sections. If you can use it and keep it, try to keep it." Alphonse thought for a while and replied. After all, these are antiques, so naturally they should be kept if they can be kept.

"Yes." Although I don't understand why Alphonse didn't just buy a big house and move away or find another place to build a big house, the original area of ​​the old house is not small; according to Alphonse's words, the cost of repairing the house is not high.

It would be too high, but the living area has more than doubled, which is still acceptable.

As soon as day broke, Old Anda drove the carriage, pulling Armand who was reluctant but did not dare to stay any longer, and set off back to the Moller Manor with all his bags packed; while Alphonse invited Darren Desai

I came to the house for lunch with Mrs. Desai, and also invited Baiserion Juan. The purpose was naturally to explore the Spanish trade routes for the merchant alliance.

It is true that as a commodore, he has little to do with business, but even if he encounters a Merchant Alliance ship being chased by pirates at sea, it would be great to help him;

In Alphonse's view, although he received a lot of money from selling artillery to the Spaniards, does just paying him allow him to risk beheading for treason? Obviously he still needs greater goodwill from Spain.

"Do you think that a Spanish admiral, leading a fleet to escort French merchant ships, would happen at sea?" Baiserion Juan was full of disdain for Alphonse's proposal.

"It does not require escort, but provides convenience. When we encounter pirates or privateers from other countries, we can make an emergency stop at Spanish ports;

It would be best if your fleet can provide some assistance in shelling and expulsion." Alphonse shook his head and said: "After all, we also need to risk our lives to help Spain."

"What about?" Baiserion Juan asked lazily.

"For example, if we design a new artillery or have other important news, if someone delivers the information in time, is it very different from having you think about it from time to time?

And you are just using your energy to pay attention to Calais to pay attention to the ships of the Calais Merchant Alliance passing through Spanish waters." Alphonse replied: "Another example is that we have launched some products, such as mirrors, sculptures and other products, but we have

What if we just need to sell it to Spain at half the market price?"

"I'm not a businessman, and I don't understand what these businessmen mean to us." Baiserion Juan shook his head and replied.

"Then you probably need a business consultant to understand why the Spanish Empire, the richest, is not the most powerful." Alphonse replied with a slight smile.

"Can you understand?" Baiserion Juan frowned.

"It's very simple, it's just a matter of where the wealth is placed." Alphonse smiled: "The Spanish Empire brought back enough gold and silver from the New World to buy half of Europe; but the wealth is all in the hands of the nobles. They

If it is used to squander money, the Spanish people are still in poverty, so how can they fight for the country?

No matter how much benefit the country gets, it is only a profit for the nobles and has little to do with the people. But business is different. Business is essentially the people producing materials and then using them in exchange for what they need.

As long as commerce is developed and the people become rich, more people will be born. When there are countless swords and ships and cannons, even if every war fails, the enemy will still shed blood first."

"As you said, you exchanged these luxury goods for the money. What benefit does this kind of business have to our country?" Baiserion Juan asked.

"Goods are different from commodities. You know that these luxury goods can be exchanged for money from nobles, but ours is only half the market price. As long as your majesty is willing to give us tax exemption, we can sell all the goods to you at half price, and then your majesty will

Go and sell it to the nobles.

When the money is in your Majesty's hands, the money earned from selling one shipment of luxury goods can buy 200 shipments of wheat or linen, or 10 shipments of olive oil or coconut oil; when the country's daily necessities become richer, the people's lives will be much better."

Alphonse smiled and said:

"It really doesn't work. Even if His Majesty buys these luxury goods, he uses them to reward nobles and generals who are brave and good at fighting but have little interest in them. They won't spend money to buy these things, but it doesn't mean that they don't need these things to please women.

."

The air became eerily quiet for a moment, and Anal kept his face expressionless, even though he couldn't help but want to laugh out loud!

Who knows, Baiserion? Juan himself suddenly laughed, and even Alphonse felt that he was stimulated, and then listened to Baiserion? Juan said with a smile:

"So you think all women like these? No wonder you don't have a wife yet; thank you for your praise of bravery and fighting skills, but I'm sorry, I have a wife, and the relationship with me is very harmonious;

My third child will be born next month. If you consider joining Spain now, I may even consider making you the godfather of my child; after all, a rich but lonely godfather can leave him a lot of money.

legacy."

I wanted to make fun of Serleone Juan, but I didn't expect that he would be smeared with dog food. The most damn disgusting thing was that he cursed himself to die alone and planned to make his son recognize him as his godfather to inherit the inheritance!

Looking at Alphonse, who had a constipated expression on his face, Baiserion Juan laughed even more happily and started spreading dog food again:

"You will know when you go to Spain. My wife is a famous beauty and poetess in the empire. We have agreed to tell her every victory of mine. In the future, she will record these stories in a book and pass them on to the future.

Our descendants will pass it on from generation to generation."

I want my wife to compile my deeds into an epic poem in the future! However, given An’s cultural level, it seems a bit difficult. How about hiring a ghostwriter?

Ah! I’m so pissed off that I’m struggling with these damn things here! It’s just in my heart, I’m still envious...

"Ahem, I've told you so much, don't you still think business is very important?" Alphonse could only change the topic helplessly.

"Saving people who don't understand taste? I'm not that great." Baiserion Juan said contemptuously: "Wheat and olive oil are more worthy of attention. France has a lot of agricultural products;
Chapter completed!