Chapter 3246 The King of Spice (2)
By candlelight, Georgiana was looking at the map and looking at the travel route in the near future, but she accidentally discovered something.
Amiens seems to be on the same longitude as Paris.
But considering the accuracy of maps of this era, this may be a "coincidence."
"Are you fooling me with Shakespeare again?"
She raised her head and saw Bonaparte who had appeared here at some point, thinking that she was hallucinating.
"Why are you here?" she asked in surprise.
He looked at her with a smile, as if trying to see through something.
She subconsciously touched her face. Was there mud stuck to her face?
He sneered and sat on the sofa.
He looked cold and had none of the enthusiasm in the letter.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Georgiana.
"Last year's trade volume statistics are out, and we lost." He took out his snuff.
"The data is ugly?" Georgiana asked.
"Not as ugly as Louis XVI." He said silently.
"Do you know why I thought of finding a Frenchman?" Georgiana smiled coldly. "Because I know how stubborn the British are."
He laughed.
"Come here." He waved to her.
Georgiana ran over very briskly and he sat her on his lap.
"Let's talk about something else," Bonaparte said cheerfully.
"Only unilateral efforts will not produce any good results." She took off the grass residue from his collar. "Now that the data is out, will it shake the public's support for you?"
"The worst thing is to resign." Bonaparte also said with a cold face.
She looked at his face for a while and thought it would be best not to speak at this time.
"You, a foreigner, know how to find solutions, but the others only know how to tell me their own positions." He said slightly irritably.
"I don't think this solves anything," Georgiana said. "That line can't be held."
"Monroe came to tell me today that according to Roman law, when the seller sells the 'item' as a whole and the buyer makes an offer, unless someone offers more favorable purchase terms for the whole price, the sale contract cannot be terminated, even if the buyer does not pay Price," said Bonaparte.
Georgiana really didn't expect that Monroe would do this again.
"He's right." Georgiana thought for a while and said, "They quoted the price as a whole."
"Are you not in a hurry?" he said hypocritically.
"The budget is in deficit, aren't you in a hurry?" Georgiana asked.
"Wouldn't it be settled if we sell that piece of land?" he said confidently.
The French leaders are not in a hurry. Why should she, a foreign woman, be in a hurry?
So she rested peacefully on his shoulder.
"Why does your room smell so good?" he asked after a while.
"I'm burning incense," said Georgiana.
"Let me see." He asked her to stand up.
Then she came to the corner and placed a bronze incense burner on the ground, lighting her homemade incense inside.
He looked at the incense burner in a daze for a while.
"How about we travel around the world on the Pomona?" he said, not knowing whether it was true or not.
She somehow remembered Letizia, how she had encouraged Bonaparte during the Battle of Toulon?
"You are a responsible man, Leon." She said weakly, "But if you can't hold on alone..."
"Is he irresponsible?" he interrupted her.
For a moment, she didn't know how to evaluate Severus.
"Maybe you can do me a favor." He suddenly said, "According to the provisions of the Secret Treaty of San Ildefonso, France promised not to sell Louisiana to a third party. You only need to show interest in Tuscany." Will suffice."
She probably understood what he wanted to do.
"What will happen to the deficit after the exchange with Spain?" Georgiana asked.
"Let them sell their land and pay off their debts to us," Bonaparte said.
This is indeed a solution.
"I listen to you," said Georgiana, even though she preferred Venice.
He suddenly fell silent.
"Why are you so obedient all of a sudden?" he said after a long time.
"You have so many troubles, why should I cause trouble for you?" she said obediently.
"I hope you can come up with shocking ideas again." He said unruly.
"No matter how shocking it is, isn't the deficit there?" Georgiana sneered, "No wonder you want to drive me away."
"I didn't." He denied.
"Didn't you let me go because people around me said that I was causing harm to the country and the people?"
He looked her up and down in surprise.
"You? Are you bringing disaster to the country and the people?" His eyes turned into crescent moons when he smiled.
She became angry and sat with her back to him, ignoring him.
"Why did you send Bertin to the bandage factory?" he asked after a while.
"Blended fabric." Georgiana said, "It's cheaper than pure cotton, and it can look good if it's well designed and cut."
"Aren't you worried that this will harm your national interests?" Bonaparte asked.
"Do you know what kind of life those child laborers live?" Georgiana said angrily.
"Not for me?" he said in a strange tone.
She didn't know how to answer this question.
"Can you please not use it until it is absolutely necessary?" Georgiana begged. She still remembered the furniture she bought in Venice, a...
"Oh!" she yelled, standing up.
Bonaparte looked at her in shock.
"What happened? I was shocked." He asked after regaining his composure.
"Curse!" shouted Georgiana. "There's a curse!"
He was clearly impatient.
"Everything has a curse."
"We bought a set of furniture and the previous owner killed his wife because she..."
Georgiana shut up, for she noticed that Bonaparte's face was gloomy.
"He is a cotton textile merchant in Liverpool. Compared with other factory owners, he is a good person." Georgiana changed her story and said, "He provided accommodation and a playground for the workers. Later, the playground facilities broke down and there was an accident. .”
"What facility?" he asked completely casually.
"Gondola in the sky." Georgiana answered honestly, but before he changed her face, she added, "I want to build a City of the Sun with the panorama I saw last time in Compiègne, so you don't have to leave. What a waste of time.
"You don't want to travel around the world, but want to stay in Paris?" Bonaparte asked.
"Did you feel satisfied when you went to Egypt last time?" Georgiana asked.
he sneered.
"It's the British again," he said in a hateful tone.
She felt really redundant if she hadn't been here.
"If you don't want David to paint the Sabine women, what do you want him to paint?" Bonaparte asked.
"I don't want to be a patron who dictates to the artist. Besides, why did you tell him our secret?" she scolded.
"He kept pestering me."
"Why don't you expel him?" Georgiana asked with a sneer.
"Because I want him to draw you." He said in a very firm tone. "Did you read the letter I gave you?"
She stopped laughing.
"What do you love about him? He's not willing to change anything for you." Bonaparte said calmly, like an extinct volcano about to erupt.
"I can't betray easily." Her mind went blank and she subconsciously said, "You men, there is a country that needs your loyalty..."
"You women are the same," he said provocatively.
She couldn't answer the question and wanted to lie down.
"Remember the time we agreed on. If he doesn't show up by the Portuguese month of this year, you will treat him as dead." He stood up. "Don't worry about religious ceremonies or legal procedures. I will be your husband."
he said in a declaration-like voice that echoed through the house.
Then he put on his hat and left without looking back.
After he left, Georgiana couldn't support herself and sat on the floor.
"Madam." Matilda suddenly rushed out and helped her up.
"Why are you here?" This was the second time Georgiana asked this question tonight.
"The head of state said that I don't have to worry about the salon, Madame Récamier is in charge." Matilda said softly, "I will come back to serve you."
"How long have you been gone?" Georgiana asked Matilda.
"Less than a month," Matilda answered.
Yeah? But she felt that a long time had passed.
With Matilda's help, Georgiana sat on the chair.
"There is something else I want to tell you." Matilda lowered her voice and said, "Someone in the army is distributing pamphlets to incite war against Britain."
Georgiana didn't think it was strange at all, it was strange that there was no such sound.
"If you want to fight, just fight." She said tiredly, not intending to care about these nonsense anymore. She was very tired today and she was going to bed.
