The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Autumn in Paris is always short and warm. Ivy is wearing a long camel-colored coat, walking on the trails scattered with maple leaves, watching the orange sky split into ribbons, and the white birds flying across the river above her head.

Many people sketched in the Luxembourg Gardens, splashing colorful ink all over their bodies, and the plants and fountains on the canvas were of different shapes, as if they were given life.

The air is slightly drunk and sweet, and the autumn wind of the Seine is clean and intoxicating. It reminds people of the ancient times, the ambiguity, and the beauty of Louis XV’s mistress Madame de Pompadour passing by with a powder-blue umbrella.

This world is beautiful, the more she yearns for it.

As she thought about it, she found that it was getting dark, and she was already in the [-]th arrondissement on the right bank of the Seine, where the famous poor, beggars, and vagabonds lived.

She remembered that many workers in her factory had lived here for generations, and she couldn't help but glanced inside. She looked up and saw that it was all pitch black, and the clothes hanging on the clothes rail covered most of the night. The laughter of children and the quarrels of adults.

Not far away, there was a group of gypsies dancing and performing arts. Many people gathered around to watch, and the orange-red flames reflected their excited faces.

Surrounded in the middle is a glamorous and sexy girl, half-naked, outlining a graceful bronze figure, dancing to the beat of a tambourine and a ukulele.

There was a little goat beside him, as if he could understand music, he swayed to the rhythm of his master, causing the audience to burst into laughter: "Look, the witchcraft of the gypsies has made the sheep smart!"

"Esmeralda is really a witch!"

Esmeralda?

Ivy was startled for a while after hearing this name. This is really a mixed world, even the heroine of "Notre Dame de Paris" exists.

She couldn't help getting closer, and saw the gypsy next to him spread out a bohemian blanket on the ground, concentrating on giving people a tarot card test.

It seemed to be quite accurate, and the customers said yes again and again, with surprise and disbelief in their eyes.

"Please give me a test." Sometimes metaphysics makes people have to believe, Ivy can't help but squeeze in through the crowd, and sincerely look at the old woman with a dark purple veil wrapped around her head.

She raised her head and stared at Ivy, her wrinkled face was like weathered gravel, carved with knives and axes, which was inexplicably scary.

"A piece of louis."

Ivy handed over the gold coins, picked out three cards from the shuffled pile of dark black cards, and then the old lady turned them over.

However, she didn't speak, and just locked Ivy's forehead to chin with deep eyes, almost wanting to examine her entire face clearly.

"Is it a very bad card?" Ivy felt a little flustered by her look, and couldn't help breaking the silence.

"The devil, the magician, the Pope." The old gypsy woman's lips squirmed, and her voice was so low that it blended into the night, "You will use your consciousness to create reality, and perhaps you will become the supreme authority. Unfortunately, the fatal attraction often brings the entanglement of desire , leading to the result of being swallowed by demons."

Although Ivy is keen on being a riddler, she has no patience to solve other people's riddles.

She looked back at the old woman's black pupils: "I am not afraid of demons, there is nothing in the world that can defeat desire and authority."

"Then let desire spread and magnify wantonly, and try to see if you can get your request." The old woman said, "I can see your future crown and scepter, as well as the freedom shining among the roses."

However, before the demon appeared, another piece of painful news came to Talleyrand.

Napoleon issued a trade ban, announced the severance of all ties with the United Kingdom, and set up a no-sail zone. All ships passing through the English Channel must be handed over to France for a high tariff. The French League declared war.

Although Britain and France have been feuds for more than 1000 years, such a complete ban on trade has directly cut off the survival of enterprises and individual businessmen who make money by importing and exporting goods.

It made Talleyrand unabashedly denounce the first ruling, and even cursed in front of Ivy.

He has been educated by aristocrats since he was a child, and he looks elegant and dignified, just like a standard gentleman, but he is extremely quick at cursing.

"He's relieved. What do we eat? What do we feed on? Starved to death and then he makes fun of our corpses, doesn't he?"

He slammed his ebony cane on the ground a few times, almost overturning the coffee table, "I have lost so much income in a year! He wants me to be hungry and obediently work for the empty check he promised. Tempting me to sell my life with the big pie I drew, no way! The blood-sucking madman of Corsica, the monster of Italy!"

"Mr. Talleyrand, you should keep your voice down. It's not good to be heard by the First Consul."

"What am I afraid of?" Talleyrand glanced around, his mouth was still stiff, but his body was half shrunk, "He plays us in the palm of his hand, and is he trying to get our support? He wants to be the emperor , I think sooner or later it will be burned to ashes by the flames of the people."

In contrast to his eagerness and anger, Ivy is not in a hurry.

She even seemed to be smiling, as if she was having a good time.

Although Talleyrand was used to her often unexpected calmness, he still couldn't help making comments: "I said, Miss Wellesley, why do you look like you have nothing to do with it? Our last point The road is completely broken, and there is no way to export products to foreign countries. I really don't understand what you are laughing at."

"My dear Charles..." She rested her chin on her right hand, smiling like a sunflower, "You need a tranquilizer."

"A hundred sticks of morphine is nothing but water for me now."

"Oh, think of it this way, if it's a disaster for others, it's a blessing for us."

Talleyrand blinked his dark gray eyes twice: "What do you mean?"

"Think about it..." Ivy said, "A single rose won't stand out in a park full of flowers. But when all the other flowers have faded away, isn't it obvious who the winner is?"

Talleyrand squinted, and light began to flash in his pupils.

"So if we are the only company in France that has the privilege..." Ivy continued, "then we have to thank the trade ban."

"But Napoleon was not an easy man to convince."

"Of course I am sure that he will hand over the privilege. I hold no less than 20.00% of the shares of the Bank of France. This is like a time bomb. He will not dare to make me unhappy."

Talleyrand never expected this young girl to have such a trick, and couldn't help being shocked for a moment, seeing her bend her lips triumphantly: "I have no other hobbies, but I like to invest as a shareholder, holding other people's handles in my hands." It’s such a joyful feeling.”

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Highlight: Wellesley is a big villain!