The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

As soon as Ivy finished speaking, Talleyrand immediately wanted to applaud her.

Play or you will play!He expressed it sincerely in his heart.

But he finally understood why this young lady had a considerable income from the canning factory, and she had to rely on loans and investments to open a wine workshop. It turned out that all the money was used to buy stocks.

But he still can't quite understand what's the point of buying stocks other than pinching people.After all, under the strict control of the First Consul, the stock market in France has remained stable in a straight line, and few people will make money on this unprofitable business.

So he euphemistically raised his confusion, and looked at her sincerely with his eyes: "My dear Miss Wellesley, to be honest, I am a little worried that you are making a loss-making business."

"You mean you're afraid that I'll lose money by buying stocks?" Ivy instantly understood what he meant, smiled slightly, and sat down on the wicker chair, "Oh, don't worry, Charles, you're waiting to see a good show, I'm going to show you how to turn the numbers on the paper into two warehouses of gold livre."

In fact, when she said this, Talleyrand was not very convinced.

After all, now that there are internal and external troubles, seeing the factory being attacked by two sides and facing the risk of bankruptcy, before she finds a solution, she is a bit suspected of talking big.

What's more, she was still an immature girl who was too young. Talleyrand felt that she was a little too confident, but he didn't believe that she could turn the crisis back to life with just that little stock.

The suspicion flickering in his eyes was fully seen by Ivy, and she couldn't help stretching out her small hand, and gently lifted his chin, so that his dark gray amber pupils were aimed at her.

"At this point, you can only choose to believe me."

Her slight breath rubbed against the tip of his nose, like autumn leaves blown by the wind across his cheeks. Talleyrand felt like an old fox who had lived for so many years in vain, but was cured by a fledgling fox. Submissive and obedient, even the soul was restrained, and he couldn't move for a while.

She gently brushed the most fragile part of his eyelids with her fingertips, the touch was soft and soft, and then she bent down to his ear, her voice was as low as a feather, and she urgently needed to catch: "You are a smart person, I know .”

Before he could react, she let go of the hand holding his chin, smiled and stepped back a few feet, tilted her head slightly, and stared at the stunned foreign minister with unclear eyes.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you." Talleyrand shook his head after recovering, trying to cover up his gaffe, and regained his composure, "Do you know Mr. Frederick Ent?"

"Old acquaintance, he used to be the son of my groom."

"Ah?" He was a little surprised, "but he looks like a nobleman, and his manners are very decent. I didn't expect his status to be so low."

"It doesn't matter what his identity is, but he is really good at disguising, and the trick of dressing up and acting is absolutely rampant in the world. I dare say that if the Paris Opera House gets him to join, it will no longer have to worry about attendance."

"No wonder, according to the information obtained by my subordinates, this Frederick has been active in the food industry association for the past two days, inciting all factory owners to oppose you and encourage them to boycott all the products in your factory."

Talleyrand gritted his teeth angrily, "Since he used to be your servant, why did he oppose you? Is there any festival between you?"

"You have to know that a mental patient will not look for a reason when he goes crazy." Ivy hides the coldness in her eyes, "But I really have to cure his madness."

"You'd better get rid of him as soon as possible, otherwise he will be such a big trouble."

Ivy bowed slightly to him, "I'm really sorry, my dog ​​came out to bite people and accidentally injured you, sir."

"It's okay, if you really can't tame it, then give some dumb medicine."

He said the harshest words in the most joking tone, and Ivy suddenly realized that this foreign minister was by no means a kind person.

However, the hands of those who sit in this position are more or less stained with dirty things, and they must be worse and more ruthless than him in order to be able to control him.

Next, the first thing Ivy did was to write to the London Stock Exchange, ordering to sell half of the 20 shares she bought.

She added ten times the money to expedite it, and sent the letter by smuggled ship, and must receive the news before tomorrow morning.

Since Frederick likes to attach himself to the Clarence family and has invested a lot of money to please the old duke, then she has a way to make him lose everything.

Then she changed into a light gray long-sleeved dress, almost without any decorations, and with chestnut hair that reached her waist, she went to the Tuileries Palace to request an audience with the First Consul.

Napoleon saw Ivy, whom he had not seen for a long time, with a look of surprise and joy in his eyes, but her blue eyes reflected her tear-stained face.

She looked as if she had just cried, her delicate and pretty face was as white as paper, and the circles around her eyes were even more red. The little fox suddenly turned into a harmless bunny, and anyone who saw her couldn't help feeling pity for her.

He couldn't help being taken aback, staring at her and asking: "If there is anything that bothers you, please tell me, and please allow me to solve it for you."

"Oh, my lord consul, I'm afraid you won't be able to help me." Ivy shook her head with a miserable look on her face, and the crystal clear teardrops fell down like broken threads, dripping inadvertently onto him trying to reach out to wipe On the back of his hand, seeping into the thin layer of skin, it was scorching hot.

"You don't want to tell me, how do you know I can't help?"

"Dear First Consul, the purpose of my visit is not to ask you, but I know that in this strange country with no relatives, you are the only one I can confide in."

As she spoke, her tears became more wanton, her chin rested on his shoulder, and the usually bright and flamboyant Rose became more lovable when she cried. Napoleon let her cry for a while, and the tears soaked his collar in a short moment.

"I will always be your most loyal Bonaparte, so tell me."

"Master Consul..." She was sobbing intermittently, her voice soft, "I think it's better for me to leave."

"Why? I've fulfilled all your requests here, can't I let you stay?" Napoleon suddenly asked in surprise when he heard the news that she was going back.

She made an inaudible "um" and hoarse voice: "I'm just a girl who hasn't had much experience in the world. Forgive me for growing up spoiled and spoiled. This time I have been away from home for so long. I really miss my family, my mother. ...and the elder brother who cares for me the most."

Her demeanor was pitiful, her eyes filled with tears were like a wounded deer, she just looked at him so pitifully.

"So that's how it is." Napoleon took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her, putting it in her palm, "It's nothing more than a simple matter. I'll grant you the special right of navigation, as long as you miss your family , You can go back and visit at any time, this route is only for you to go back and forth between France and England, so that you will not be restricted by the ban."

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