Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1998 "Bullfighting Dance" (2)

  If you master the central bank of a major country, what would you do?

  Georgianna was naive to imagine while practicing dancing with St. Meri. Even a dream is too crazy.

  Let’s not mention the issue of macro-control, just what Nathan Rothschild said: Mastering a country’s currency issuance power is tantamount to taking control of the country.

  In order to pay for the military, the United Kingdom also spent precious metals, so it agreed to Spain to ship Mexican silver coins. The Bank of England has been selling bank notes since its establishment, which can be exchanged for gold at any time, which is more convenient than a money order. This was initiated by private banks first.

  However, the issuing bank also needs to have a corresponding gold reserve. As long as the bank notes can be exchanged at any time, there will be no runs.

  The most feared by banks is a run. Private banks are not controlled by issuing bank bonds, and they often end up in bankruptcy in the end.

  The junk issuance of banknotes has turned France upside down, whether it refers to bonds or banknotes issued by the government.

  The biggest functional difference between the central bank and commercial banks is to maintain financial stability, while the business of commercial banks is to absorb public deposits, issue loans, and handle bill discounting.

Just when she thought about it and danced happily, there was a rush of footsteps from outside the suite, and then it didn’t take long for Bonaparte with an ugly face to appear. He was wearing an olive green marshal uniform with inlays on his waist. With the sword of the Regent Diamond.

  San Merry immediately released her hand on Giorgioanna’s waist, as if she had done something wrong.

Georgina looked at the tall man speechlessly, and then looked at the short Corsican who was about to kill her. In a daze, she seemed to smell that the new student did not beat the drums, and was jealous at the door of the lounge. The smell when I got wet.

   "Go ahead." Georgiana said to Saint Meri.

  St. Meri looked at Bonaparte.

   "Go!" He gritted his teeth and said angrily.

  San Méli immediately went out from the other side of the suite, the position farthest from Bonaparte.

  There are other maids, such as Matilda, in the suite, knowing that they have the opportunity to leave, and there are only two of them left in the suite.

  She looked at him calmly.

  She felt that it was not so much that he was jealous, it was more like thinking of similar things, such as Josephine and her dance teacher.

  Just like every now and then she thinks of Snape, the man who makes her sad.

  "What do you want to say?" He said patiently.

   "I'm thinking about something smart to say." She calmly said, "I don't think you want to listen to the explanation."

   "Oh, maybe I want to listen." Bonaparte said rebelliously.

   "I will go to hell, Leon, but I don't want to fall to the bottom of hell. If I betray you, what kind of person I will become."

  He did not speak, but his face looked a lot better.

   "Either live together or die together, I really almost died with him." Georgiana sat on the sofa, covering her face, "Do you understand what I have gone through?"

  "Where is the document I asked you to sign?" he asked.

   "You said that I can wait until next year's Portuguese month."

  He looked angry again.

  Now she is completely awake. When this dream wakes up, she is nothing. Maybe this is her daydream, because she is not a mixed-race Veel at all.

  Without a beautiful appearance, she can't get anything.

  "Except for things related to him, have you ever cried?" Bonaparte asked.

  She thought of Albus’ funeral.

  She did not cry that day.

   "Have you never heard of a pass? Witches don't cry." She said dumbly.

   "Josephine will cry, she cried for a long time outside that day." He said coldly, "You think I am a dedicated person..."

   "Go on." She waited for a long time without hearing him say anything.

  He seemed to be unable to speak anymore, and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

   "Come here." She said to him, and then he really fell down with his head on her lap.

  He did not ask, but she still hummed a song to him. It was a lullaby she heard in Honfleur.

   "St. Meri wants to be Parma Director." Bonaparte said calmly, "He has already asked Josephine to intercede."

   "Why didn't you agree?"

  "Do you think he is suitable to be a manager?" Bonaparte asked.

  Georgiana thought about how to answer.

  "Do you want to be the Grand Duke of Parma?" he asked suddenly.

   "What?" She yelled in surprise.

  He was proud now, and sat up as if regained his vitality.

   "Are you scared?"

   "This is not a question of dare to dare." She said bitterly as if she had drunk a terrible potion.

   "Why are you this expression?" He asked inexplicably.

   "Is this constitutional?" Georgiana said.

  He thought for a while, "The Constitution can be changed."

  She rolled her eyes, not wanting to debate this topic with him.

   "Italy needs a queen worthy of it." Bonaparte stretched out his arms and held her in his arms.

   "I am not a queen." She nodded his nose "I am a witch."

  "What are you wearing tonight?" He moved his nose closer, as if he was going to smell her body, but avoided him with disgust.

   "You have a smell." He said maliciously, "Go and wash it."

  Georgina was very obedient and went to the bathroom this time. She filled the bathtub with hot water with her magic wand and then took off her clothes.

  She took a bath as fast as possible with the new soap that Farron had prepared for her, and then went out wrapped in a bath towel. At this moment, Bonaparte was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

  She lay down beside him with a body full of water vapor, her head resting on his shoulder.

  "Who is the kid talking to you in the lobby today?" Bonaparte asked.

   "I don't know who he is." She said softly, "but he brought me a letter."

   "You mean this?" He took out the copper commemorative coin.

On one side of the coin is the head of Bonaparte with a laurel, and on the other side is a man and a woman. The man is not covered in strands, holding a stick in his hand, wearing a helmet, and the woman is not wearing strands, lying on a lion. Body.

  Renaissance? Georgiana was speechless for a while, and she simply lay on Bonaparte, learning the woman on the coin.

  "He talked to me about the gold content and exchange rate." Georgiana said, "If the gold content of the new gold coin is too high, it will affect the exchange rate with the British pound, which is even more unfavorable for exports."

  He was not angry.

  "I think you know that Lyon, England and France face the same problem, that is, low-cost food, which will impact the interests of local farmers. The British Parliament only discussed the Corn Law. Like you, I don’t agree with lowering tariffs."

"Those spinning mills hope to import high-count yarns from the United Kingdom, but do not want to import fabrics. Port cities have their advantages. They can start spinning without transshipment, but if they do not establish a profitable business relationship for the British, this This kind of treaty will not exist for a long time. In order to win more people for peace, it is necessary to speed up the rebuilding of commercial relations. Some people also made a badge with a torn leopard on it." He sighed. "When the Amiens peace treaty was signed Spain did not send representatives. Do you know why? They abandoned Britain at the Battle of Toulon and formed an alliance with us. They are not happy to see France and Britain negotiate peace."

  She looked at the coin.

   "Help me, if you really want peace." Bonaparte stared at the ceiling and said, "I need a miracle now."

  (End of this chapter)