Harry Potter Morning Light

If the cleanliness of the streets of Paris had been an eye-opener for Georgiana, the cleanliness of Quail Hill was even worse.

Since the 17th century, it has been the center of leather industry and printing and dyeing industry. It was originally a vineyard built on a hill, but now there are small workshops everywhere on the hill. There is only one road between the workshops that can accommodate a carriage. People and vehicles are mixed together, which looks crowded and dirty.

"This is the kind of place you take girls on a date!" Georgiana exclaimed in disbelief.

"You're bored of taking you to the park, and you don't want to go to the casino." Bonaparte said with a playful smile, and then he got out of the carriage like an explorer.

"Are you going?" Georgiana asked Coroline.

"You will pay me a new pair of shoes." Caroline nodded Georgiana's nose, and got out of the car together.

"Come down." Bonaparte said at the door of the carriage. "Although there are many people here, they are all workers, so it's safe."

She really didn't understand the connection between a lot of people and a safe place full of workers, but she got out of the car anyway.

After getting out of the car, the pungent chemical smell hit her face, making it hard for her to keep her eyes open.

"What are we doing here?"

"Meet someone," he said, as two men in middle-class clothes approached.

"Let me introduce. This is General Bertrand, Commander of Engineers, and General Darius, Quartermaster." Bonaparte introduced Georgiana, and they both nodded at her without kissing hands.

"Why are they here?"

"The purpose is the same as ours, to meet someone."

She was almost led away by him, and two generals in plain clothes followed behind them.

The place reminded her of the winding alleys of Venice, only the passers-by looked tired and malnourished.

The income of the workers is less than 3 francs. They are struggling on the verge of food and clothing, and they have no energy to care about other things that have nothing to do with themselves.

As Napoleon said, there are many people, but it is safe. They walked up the hillside all the way, and finally came to a small alley, which may be the most beautiful place in Quail Hill, with a spotless road at their feet, small houses around, and green shade above their heads.

These houses should be the offices of the company. They finally stopped in front of a small house with an oak signboard. She carefully identified the name of the company. It was the Bonafort Transportation Company where Mr. Martin worked.

Generally speaking, large companies will set up offices in decent places, but the transportation company needs to transport the goods away from the factory, so it will be convenient to set up an office in this place.

"Half of our military boots are produced here." Quartermaster General Daliu said to Georgiana, "The boots are the most expensive when marching."

She looked down at Napoleon's boots. There was no rubber in this era, and it was easy to wear the soles of the boots.

"You planned it in advance?" she said stupidly.

"I have a hunch." He said mysteriously, then turned around and walked into the building.

She was still dizzy, so she was directly surrounded by two generals and entered the office of Bonafort.

If he hadn't encountered the French Revolution, he might have become a company employee and walked back and forth in this narrow stairwell every day.

At that time, would you still be so fascinated by him that you almost forgot what your name was?

She looked at the Regency pom-pom on her wrist, and somehow remembered the way he had shown her his manliness in the Tuileries last time.

She had a strong desire to escape.

In a small room with an open door on the second floor, she saw Mr. Gaston Martin, surprised by Napoleon's appearance, his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

His Excellency Bonaparte seemed to have walked into his own home, observing the office naturally.

There is nothing special about it, a desk and two chairs for guests to sit on, and then there are cabinets for documents, but there are many maps on the wall, but they are not as complicated as military maps.

He randomly opened a cabinet, which contained Mr. Martin's personal belongings, probably because wearing white socks was easy to get dirty on this street, and there were many spare pairs in the cabinet.

Mr. Martin acted as if someone had seen his most shady secret, and seemed to want to close the cabinet door. Napoleon turned his attention to the old man who was more than twice his age, and closed the cabinet door with a smile. up.

"You go out," said Bonaparte to Coroline.

Coraline immediately turned and left, and his two servants also closed the door when they went out.

Bonaparte sat down on the chair opposite Mr. Martin, looking confident, as if he had caught Mr. Martin's handle.

"I think Italian subjects are inherently hypocritical than French citizens." After exerting enough pressure, Napoleon said, "When dealing with Italians, you should talk as little as possible. When we are in a meeting, you are always on the sidelines. Do you think I'm French or Italian? Mr. Martin."

"French," Martin replied immediately, in a panic.

"Then how do you treat me the way you treat an Italian?"

"You are the head of the Cisapine Republic," said Mr. Martin.

"The French army holds a sword in one hand, which is a reliable guarantee of victory, and an olive branch in the other hand, which is a symbol of peace and a certificate of protection. You gave Georgiana an olive branch, but you are always with the soldier holding the sword. What you pursue It's not wealth, right?"

Mr. Martin looked suddenly at Georgiana.

"I have always avoided allowing women to participate in politics as in the previous dynasty. Many women were angry and protested. They thought that their intelligence was not inferior to that of men. Do you know why I gave special treatment to the people she introduced?" Bonaparte explain.

"She was submissive," said Mr. Martin.

"It's the same with you. You can do whatever she asks you to do. I'm curious about what a person like you wants, so I'll come here today. It seems that this trip is worth it." Napoleon pointed at the pretending A locker for white socks "Is that what you want?"

"I thought it was at first." Mr. Martin stared at Napoleon, "but I found out later that when those old aristocrats are looked down upon, I don't want them anymore."

"What exactly do you want?"

"It's respect... But businessmen are still inferior in your eyes?" Mr. Martin said a little lonely.

"Dariu," said Napoleon.

"have!"

"Repeat what I said in Italy."

"Yes, the commander-in-chief said that he could not be kind to those who are generally despised because of his immorality and incompetence." General Daliu roared.

"I can't stand being around people who are speculative and incompetent. Salichetti was a family friend of mine in Corsica. He was also involved in those battles, but he used them as an opportunity for personal gain. I suppressed those suppliers. It’s because they provide unqualified military boots to the army in order to make profits by all means, and the horses you bought this time are of such poor quality because of the Austrians?”

"You don't suspect it's my problem?"

"A person who pursues power and respect will not be tempted by money so easily. The Dutch horses bought by the Dutch are of course good. If you live in such a place, where are you going to spend your money?"

Georgiana thought of Louis XIV's Minister of Finance. He actually invited the king to his mansion, and let Louis XIV bear a grudge because he lived in a house that was not as good as a courtier. Is this stupid or confused?

"Just because I didn't ask doesn't mean I'm blind. Now I'll give you a chance to explain, Martin."

"I heard a report." Mr. Martin said immediately, "I am confirming the authenticity of this report."

"You bought intelligence with the money I asked you to buy horses?" Napoleon asked again.

"No..." Mr. Martin trembled.

"Do you think she will intercede for you?" Bonaparte asked again, and then he turned to Georgiana. "Will you intercede for him?"

"Wait until I figure out what's going on." She said cautiously, "Don't be afraid, Mr. Martin, what's going on?"

"The Austrians plan to plant explosives in the fortress of Ulm. Once they find out that France intends to invade Austria, they will immediately blow up the fortress, together with the materials inside." Mr. Martin said, "Austria will never become the second Italy."

"Blowing up a fortress can stop you from moving forward?" she asked in disbelief.

"Is the news accurate?"

"I'm checking."

"Why use the money for the horse?"

"I knew you'd come to ask me."

Napoleon smiled.

"Even without explosives, there is an arsenal in Ulm. I used the money to buy horses to get back some good guns. If there is an accident, we can help my friend blow up the arsenal, or help him escape to France."

Bonaparte sighed, "Do you think I should treat this kind of person kindly?"

Mr. Martin was silent.

"Why didn't you talk, Martin?"

"I beg you, why do you promise me?" said Martin.

"You even told him that?" said the dwarf angrily.

"This can help him recognize what kind of person you are." She said coldly, "What's more, you should think about whether the news is true or not, rather than treating this kind of person kindly. Never mind, talk to yourself."

"No, I want you to sit here and listen," said Bonaparte. "Isn't your husband a double agent? Let me see how much you have learned from him."