The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

The newly built wine processing factory is located on the Seine River in the suburbs of Paris. It is a simple and elegant half-timbered building with three floors. Two floors are on the ground, half of which extends above the river, and one floor is underground for storage .

She has contracted several wine cellars in Lorraine and Burgundy to produce products with different characteristics according to the different sunshine and raw material conditions in their respective production areas, and renovated those wine cellars to make them more humane and more in line with her own expectations.

When she showed around the winemakers Talleyrand had brought in, they all marveled at the new working environment.

What's more, the new employer gave a high salary that exceeded the annual consumption level of a family of five, which has greatly exceeded their expectations.

"You are really the most generous employer I have ever seen." An old man sighed, and was echoed by others: "When Mr. Talleyrand sent people to recruit us, he never revealed such a generous salary."

"As long as you follow me and do it boldly, money will never be a problem. In addition, there are performance bonuses every year. I encourage competition. Whoever has better products will get the rewards they deserve." Ivy said.

Those brewed products will be transported to Paris for processing and unified sales. Her factory is divided into three parts, red wine and rosé wine, and champagne workshops each account for one third.

Because different types of fermentation time and precipitation months are different.Therefore, the workload will increase, including transportation and expenses, which will also become a burden, which has aroused the concern of her new manager.

"According to me, Miss Wellesley, I actually think it's better for you to focus on producing one kind of wine. Look, rosé wine is very suitable. After all, many emerging noble young people prefer this wine with simple procedures, like champagne That way, the brewing process is too complicated, and with such a high salary for craftsmen, I’m afraid you will be unable to make ends meet.”

This young man with wildly curly hair is shrewd and kind-hearted, but he is exploited by Ivy. He does several jobs by himself, and spends the whole morning doing accounts with a quill pen, his brows gradually frowning.

Ivy disagreed: "You are still too kind, dear Mr. Abel."

"how you said that?"

"I don't like to leave a way for my opponent to survive." She flipped through the account book, "I want to seize all the market share in Paris, and the money in the pockets of customers can only flow into our bank accounts."

As expected, Abel dropped his pen and looked at her in astonishment.

"However, there are still many wine producers in Paris, most of which are traditional families who made their fortunes by selling wine. You are a foreigner, and I am worried that the result of your rapid rise will not be able to compete with these old merchants, so the loss outweighs the gain."

"So what, I have the confidence to challenge them." She laughed, "I have my own advantages and my own methods. If these traditional families are allowed to control the market, then what is the point of your great revolution? Woolen cloth."

"But what if they form an alliance to resist you? No matter how much capital you have, no matter how much the First Consul supports you on the bright side, you can't resist such a strong front, let alone..." His voice suddenly He lowered his gaze, avoiding her gaze, "You're just a girl."

"Abel, I know that your starting point is for my benefit." After all, I still have to come back to this point-women are born to be discriminated against, and they are not born to fight against men.

Ivy suddenly felt sad that she was a highly educated modern person who had received equal education between men and women.

If I was born as an ordinary girl in this era, I don’t need to read so many books, and I don’t need to receive so much knowledge. I have been instilled by people around me since I was a baby that I was born to be a brother and a vassal of my future husband. Going up, no matter how rebellious people are, they will be washed away by everyone's prejudices and become housewives without fighting spirit.

But she told herself not to be angry, but to be rational.

Rome was not built in a day, and deep-rooted concepts cannot be changed in a day.

But my own path is not dark. The once powerful papal system can fade away, and the day will come when the ideas I want to fight for will be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

She took a deep breath, looked at him with blue eyes without waves, and said in a calm voice, "I thank you for your kindness, but I don't want to be willing to give up something that is at my fingertips because of fear and shrinking. To be honest, I am very happy. Greedy, everything they have now, I will not only grab it, but also get more than they got."

Abel's brain is now in a state of disorder.

He felt that his thinking was not in the same dimension as the girl in front of him. Her desires seemed endless. Even though she had made money that many people envied, she still seemed insatiable.

He even wanted to give her a nickname: Female Nero.

"You're so weird." Abel shook his head, "It's the first time I've seen a girl like you... well, a little unscrupulous."

"I admit it, I'm a bad guy." Ivy shrugged bluntly, "I'm mercenary, I'm full of evil, and I'm greedy, but so what? They can't understand me anymore, they can only gnash their teeth behind my back. Criticism, but that doesn't move a hair of my head, and all their francs are still named Wellesley."

With a "snap", Abel's quill was released from his hand in shock, and fell straight to the ground, rubbing a few black marks on the wooden floor.

He picked it up in a hurry, and inadvertently met her expressionless eyes, like a large iceberg floating, reflecting his sluggish face.

She just stood in front of him coldly, blocking the sun through the window behind her, and her tall and slender figure was projected on the ground.

Next week is Saint-Catherine's Day, a traditional festival in Paris, which is usually celebrated by 25-year-old unmarried young girls dressing up as Saint-Catherine. Young girls lay wreaths in front of the statue of the saint and wear many Small hats with novel styles gather in large women's clothing stores. They dance and drink champagne to celebrate this festival that belongs to them.

"Miss Ivy, I knitted a hat for you." The old woman Julian walked into her room excitedly, and her tone sounded very pleasant.

Ivy was sorting out a list of workers and was busy calculating the reasonable number of people allocated to each workshop. After hearing Julian's voice, she looked up and saw her beaming face, holding an emerald green hat in her hand.

Although her taste has never been disappointing, the cuckold is indeed a bit embarrassing.

Ivy twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment: "Thank you for your kindness, it is very beautiful, but I am still an unmarried girl."

"Is there any connection?" Julian obviously didn't understand the meaning of the green hat, with a frustrated expression on her face, "Could it be that unmarried girls in the UK can't wear this?"

"No, it means... the other half cheated on her lover."

"Ah..." Julian understood instantly, and sweat broke out from the tip of her nose, "I'm really sorry, forgive me for being so ignorant after living so long, I really didn't mean that."

Ivy took the green hat, curled the corners of her mouth, and smiled into crescent moons: "It's okay, my other half is gold coins. If it betrays me, I will make it compensate me a thousand times."

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The heroine is a villain who will do anything for her ends!

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