Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1993 The Good Manager (Part 1)

  If Bonaparte were allowed to choose between Paris and the frontier, he would definitely choose to preserve Paris.

  Georgina thought as she walked downstairs after getting dressed.

  The Treaty of Commerce in 1786 dealt a great blow to the Paris textile industry. The factory did not have enough orders to start work, and the unemployed workers would not have the income to buy bread.

  However, as she had previously expected, if tariff barriers are increased, tariffs will be reduced first, smuggling and trafficking will increase, and the transportation of goods through regular channels will be reduced, and shipping will be affected.

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

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

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

  "The first ruling told me that it will be my job to accompany you today." Ledrell said.

   "Where did he go?" Georgiana asked.

  "Where are you going?" Ledrell asked.

  "I'm going to the dock..."

   Before she finished speaking, Ludrell laughed.

   "What are you laughing at?" Georgiana asked.

  Ledrell motioned for Georgiana to go first.

  She didn't understand these French people, so she took Filiel and Figer into the carriage at the entrance of the hotel.

  This section of the road is not far away, because the hotel was originally at the pier, and the carriage stopped beside the Pomona.

  She bought a lot of things in Rouen, removed the things that had been disposed of in Borbec before, and some were taken to Le Havre and then carried to the ship.

  Yes, she spent a lot of money to buy a complete set of Luotian furniture, and also arranged the boat to look like a suite. It seems that she is really foresight.

  She also bought some salted butter, which is regarded as a specialty of Brittany. It was put in the butter by the farmers in order to avoid the salt tax.

  Before, there were some simple furniture on the ship. She didn't throw it away. It was on the long table that seemed very simple. Henry Petty told her many things.

  She looked out from the porthole, trying to tell where there was silt at the mouth of the sea.

She had heard before that tariffs are closely related to railways. In other words, tariffs are directly related to public utilities. Even if Napoleon’s sand sluices are useful, they need money to build, and this cost cannot be borne by any individual. Affordable.

   "What are you thinking?" Ledrell asked.

   "Money." Georgiana took her gaze back from the sea. "Did the first ruler say who will pay for the construction of the flushing sluice chamber?"

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

   "What?" Georgiana asked in surprise.

"You saw it when you repaired the Canal Saint-Martin last time. Sometimes he would just go his own way and act according to his own point of view." Le Creel sat down at the table. "The first characteristic of his selection is his loyalty to him, and then he 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 some people are trying to restore. They even think that the ultimate result of the Great Revolution should be an enlightened despotism.”

  "Have you heard of what is going on in the U.S.?" Georgiana sat down opposite him.

"He guessed that you will come to the pier today. When the agreement was signed, the people of Malmaison stopped to work and hug each other. This peace is hard-won. When everyone is immersed in the joy of peace, you seem very 'gloomy'……"

   "Am I distracting everyone?" Georgiana interrupted him.

   "It is precisely because peace is hard-won that we have to take care of it. Napoleon said that people in the wild times are very stupid. You can sacrifice everything for money. Richard the Lionheart defeated Saladin..."

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

"He has reached the coast of Europe with all his hardships, but he still fell into the hands of others. He was betrayed by the Duke of Austria, and people remember that he was only committing a felony. Among his subordinates, Brondel was the only one. People are loyal to him, but his people love him very much. In order to regain his freedom, they have also made great sacrifices."

  Georgiana felt that she had to read the history of the lion mental investigation again.

   "You have him enchanted, if you are really a spy, I have to say, you are very successful." Ledrell said.

   "I am not a spy." Georgiana frowned.

   "Use him to retaliate against your husband, this is a very reasonable reason." Ledrell said, "He is willing to be used that way?"

  Georgiana did not answer.

   "The only defense he can stand against you is not sinking in the ocean of your charm."

   "Oh, hell." She couldn't help yelling.

  Ledrell smiled and shook his head.

  "Tell me, how can I make the sand sluice gate really repaired." Georgiana asked, "This is public waters, not the business scope of the Canal Company."

   "Are you not emotional at all?"

   "It's not now." She shook her head. "It's not time for emotions."

   "You are more like a monster than him." Ludrel stared at her and said.

  She thought of Albus. He was able to win because he was always right. Even his own death was included in the plan.

   "The port is a sailor's harbour, give him a little gentleness." Ledrell said.

   "I'm not gentle enough?" She couldn't believe it.

   "I have also met British women, they are not all like you."

  She is angry.

  "Do you know where the opposite is?" Lederrell pointed to the other side of the river and said, "It is Honfleur, a famous art and dating mecca. 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, this ship has seen enough, let's go to the other side." Ludrel stood up, "Don't you want to breathe some fresh air?"

   "I think of Pauline." Georgianna said, "She stayed on the boat all the time."

"Don't mention this." Ludrell said. "Napoleon's classmate, Jabonowski, who was the same age as him, also died in this war. His mother was British, but his nationality was Polish. It's a mixed race."

  Georgiana was stunned.

"Later she took this mixed boy to marry a Polish nobleman. The Polish took him as her own and sent him to study in Brene. So I tell you, don’t mention this, it will ruin everyone. Mood, especially now. Didn’t you just say it? Now is not the time to be emotional.” Le Borrell sighed, “Let’s go.”

  Georgina stood up obediently.

  She glanced at the Funakura, which she liked very much, and left with Ludrell.

  (End of this chapter)