The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

With the instruction of the de facto ruler of France, Ivy's world of ideas suddenly widened a lot.

She bought a factory building that had been abandoned during the Revolution and expanded a canning factory on this basis.

The original owner was originally a group of advanced bourgeoisie who emerged under the new wave, but they were loyal supporters of the Jacobins. They were sent to the guillotine together with his idol Robespierre, and all the real estate was also owned by the government.

The Sri Lankan people have passed away, but the property left behind remains as immovable as a mountain, and remains stubbornly there.

I have to say that the original owner is very business-minded. Although the land is located in the outskirts, it is connected to several roads leading to other provinces, so it can be said that the transportation is convenient.

Therefore, it immediately became the target of Ivy's eyes, and immediately decided to buy it from the government.

After entrusting the construction workers to complete the renovation, Ivy first went to the poor settlements to hire a group of unemployed employees, and promised to give a performance bonus converted into livres on the basis of the basic salary of one franc a day.

These people are all civilians from the lowest level, and the salary of other factories does not exceed ten sous at most, and Ivy’s generous offer of one franc undoubtedly makes them sign up enthusiastically, and they all rush to join this new can factory.

She was a clear stream in the environment that discriminated against female workers at the time.Not only equal pay for equal work, but also specially open up special positions for women and unmarried girls who come out to earn money, assign them to do some delicate work that men cannot do, and give higher rewards in private.

But it wasn't long before she discovered the drawbacks of glass packaging.

At that time, the production capacity was very limited. Even if Ivy purchased the supply of several glass factories, it could not guarantee sufficient supply.

What's more, the shelf life of the cans still cannot meet Napoleon's requirements, and they are easily broken in cold and humid weather, which greatly leads to waste.

So she decided to use tin foil packaging, but this is another test of pig iron production.

There are not many iron-making factories, and suddenly there is no stable supply channel, and the idea cannot be put into practice, which immediately makes her very distressed.

But Lady Luck always comes when you don't expect it.

At this time, a letter was mailed from the other side of the English Channel. The letter stated that it had understood Ivy's situation and thought she was a very intelligent businessman.Therefore, I am willing to cooperate with her and become her regular supplier of tin foil.

If she agreed to the offer, she would not have to reply to the letter for a week, and even sent a signed contract with it.

But it was a stranger's name that she had never heard of and had no memory of: Eric, which she recalled carefully several times.I had never heard the name mentioned at any banquet or parlor tea party.

It stands to reason that there are only so many people in the upper class who go back and forth, and they should have heard of it, but this kind-hearted person seems to have appeared out of thin air.

Or it's a pseudonym.

She suddenly realized that the other party might be imitating the ghost Eric in "The Phantom of the Opera". Falling hopelessly in love with a young actress borders on madness and helps her become a hugely popular singer.

However, Mr. Eric, who suddenly extended an olive branch, may be willing to help out of appreciation.

What's more, the Phantom of the Opera has not yet been born in this era.No one knows except the traverser, Ivy reminded herself not to make up too much.

But in any case, this thorny problem was solved, and tin cans were mass-produced.

Taking this opportunity, Ivy not only launched canned fruits, but also designed food cans such as smoked duck, roast goose, and sardines. In addition, according to Napoleon’s needs, I developed a military compressed biscuit can. For a time, the factory machines were running day and night. Under the implementation of the first ruling, it was quickly sought after by the public in the market.

"Miss Wellesley always brings surprises." When Napoleon invited her to dinner, he happily drank most of the bottle of white wine and raised his glass to her.

The Tuileries Palace is the palace where he lives, only a flower gallery away from the Louvre.

Therefore, when Ivy sits at the long table on the second floor, she can see the art sanctuary not far away and the leisurely and romantic right bank of the Seine.

Hearing Napoleon's praise, she also replied: "Without the great help of the first ruling lord, I think it would be difficult to surprise you."

"I have the heart to help everyone who wants to make a difference. But there are too few who can satisfy me like Miss."

Napoleon's blue eyes looked at her from time to time, "Although I don't like the British, you are the only exception, miss. I think because of you, my impression of that country will also change."

"Then you should have seen too few British people, and the natives are much more pleasing than me. Let's just say that there are countless girls with both talents and good looks, and I am just the most common one. .”

"Oh no..." He interrupted her, and suddenly stared at her seriously, the goblet in his hand stopped in mid-air, "You will always be the most unique Miss Wellesley in the world."

She was stunned for half a second, then she smiled and said, "Could it be that the first ruling lord has always been so serious about modesty?"

She blinked slyly, like a little fox sneaking in the forest.

"Honestly, Miss Wellesley, you're probably the only one who doesn't offend me when you tell the truth."

His eyes were full of smiles, as if a cluster of fire was lit, "They often praise me extremely, but devalue themselves to nothing, obviously there are some extraordinary things. But they are also obliterated by their deliberate humbleness. Clean and tidy. That's why I like to see your talented and confident appearance the most. You are a gift from God to the world, and you are born to be like this."

"Okay, Mr. First Ruler. My self-confidence does not mean that I can listen to other people's hype praise without changing my face and not vomit."

Napoleon couldn't help laughing.

He was about to say something when a red-clothed attendant hurried over and whispered something in his ear.He immediately glanced at his pocket watch, nodded, and cast a wink at the attendant beside him.

The attendant understood and opened the door. A man in a black suit came in from the outside and bowed to Napoleon.

"My respected first ruler."

Ivy looked over curiously, but her eyes touched the long light golden hair of the visitor, which reflected a silvery white luster under the sunlight and candlelight.

Then, realizing Ivy's surprised eyes, the visitor suddenly raised his head, stared at her face with piercing eyes, and said with a smile in his voice, "You are well, my dear Miss Wellesley."

"You know Miss Wellesley too?" Napoleon raised his eyebrows. "I forgot that you are from London like her, Frederick."