The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

"What happened to Napoleon this time?" Talleyrand really couldn't figure out the reason for the drastic change in the attitude of the First Consul. He walked around the stove in the living room on crutches. Puzzled.

The splashing sparks crackled and gave off a smoky and scorched smell, and the hazy mist covered half of Ivy's face, preventing him from seeing her full expression.

"I thought he would definitely give great support to those factory owners, but he just fooled it like this."

As he said that, he lowered his head, glanced at Ivy who was sitting and writing on the chair through the smoke, and couldn't help asking: "Miss Wellesley, did you predict Napoleon's attitude before?"

The development of the situation was within her calculations, and he had to wonder if this girl had the ability to predict.

As if guessing what he was thinking, Ivy buried her head in writing with a fountain pen, and couldn't help showing a smile on her face: "Your first ruler has not dared to offend the people at the bottom in the past two years. Without the support of the largest group, how can he rely on it?" To fight against the anti-French alliance and establish a country dominated by him?"

"So of course he keeps a wait-and-see attitude..." She put down her pen, and waves surged in her meaningful eyes, "It's not easy to interfere with either side, so just be the most trouble-free neutral, and no one dares to criticize him."

"But I don't think the workers can hold on for long." Talleyrand frowned and commented, "The result of their long consumption will only be the weak showing their submission. As long as the capitalists don't let go, they will always be forced Dominator. Your strategy may still be doomed to fail, wasting workers' time and effort."

Ai Wei didn't seem to care, she didn't care which side won, she raised her eyebrows: "I didn't intend to let the weak win."

Talleyrand was surprised: "I thought you were helping them out of kindness."

"Oh, my kindness is not too much." She laughed, her bright red lips were like blood roses at the beginning of midnight, "As long as I achieve my goal, what does it matter to me whether outsiders live or die? Whether capitalists or poor people, they are all tools in my hands, and no one will take pity on a disposable puppet."

Although he had known Ivy's character for a long time, he still couldn't help being startled when he suddenly caught the fierceness in her eyes.

She is like a poisonous snake with beautiful patterns, hissing and spitting out the letter, revealing her ambition without any concealment.

If she was restrained and pretended to be innocent before, then now she doesn't mind being peeped out of her malicious nature, and on the contrary, she has intensified.

"You... are really unscrupulous." Talleyrand couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle, and a few words to describe the villain popped up in his mind, and finally chose this carefully as a gift to her.

When she heard this, she covered her lips and smiled: "You have to remember, only a heart of stone is worthy of everything."

Taking advantage of the rising wave of strikes outside, Ivy published the news of her factory's substantial salary increase in high-profile newspapers, and spent a lot of money in every newspaper in Paris, even the lace news publications of the small street.

Within a day, a line of big words appeared on the headlines of all newspapers and periodicals: Wellesley announced a substantial salary increase!

The daily wages of workers in all canning and wine factories have been tripled, and performance bonuses have been paid in advance, becoming a unique clearing in the quagmire of strikes.

However, the more the boss thinks of the workers, the more he is squeezed out. He believes that the conscience of France will not be wiped out, and justice will eventually reappear in the world.

Both the article and the title are written by Ivy, how to write in the second grade, and portray herself as the savior who came from heaven.Although it is a little shameful, it does not prevent the effect from being excellent.

Of course, she knew that many workers were illiterate, so she did not forget to ask the assistants she installed to spread the word of mouth with Frederick, and must spread the news to every corner of the streets and alleys, with admiration and amazement The tone of voice, how to praise how to come.

This news was undoubtedly a bomb thrown into the water, causing countless splashes, which caught the opponents off guard.

Wellesley, who had a bad reputation a few days ago, suddenly became a great benefactor, and people all praised her. Only her workers did not participate in this massive strike movement. Although they were independent, they seemed even more lucky.

Envy and jealousy quickly made them more enthusiastic, and their determination, which was still a little wavering, became firmer, and they launched a more violent attack with the mentality of smashing to the end.

The high walls of the capitalists are crumbling, and the bricks and rubble fall to the ground layer by layer, becoming the leverage stone for the poor to climb step by step.

They tentatively stretched their thin hands into the wall, but it was like light breaking through the darkness through the gap, illuminating the terrified and fearful faces of the evaders curled up in the greenhouse.

The balls of the upper class in Paris were suspended, and replaced by cloudy salons. An atmosphere of panic enveloped every factory owner, whispering the last resort, making their worries become demons and swallowing up their health.

Ivy is satisfied with the effect she has created. The director behind the scenes is looking at the commotion and agitation with a pair of falcon-like eyes through the black curtain. Dangerous venom creeps into the corner of her eyes silently. And lips, hooked a touch of a smile full of interest.

This kind of pleasure is really interesting.

In this age, she has completely pushed aside the distinction between evil and justice.Since the edges and boundaries have long been blurred by people's desire and greed, there is no need to specifically limit the means of grabbing power.

The world has entered the abyss, so there is no need to worry about the rope.

Salvation and freedom have never been in conflict with the devil.

No one is sure that the gods must have compassion, and no one can deny that the devil has no heart to save the world.

But the fire was obviously not burning enough.

So she put on a black cashmere shawl and went to visit Mrs. Bell van Zullen.

The latter was a famous feminist activist in France at that time. Although he was born in a noble family, he sympathized with the situation of women. He even fell out with his fiancé for equal rights and broke up with his lover.

She lives in a remote manor in Paris, and her living environment seems to be very comfortable, living alone in a completely happy state, without any outsiders to disturb her, and her communication with the outside world is limited to a paper envelope.

She should have heard of Ivy's name in the newspaper. After seeing her, Mrs. Zulun warmly welcomed her to sit down and ordered the servant to pour a cup of Ceylon black tea.

She looks like she is in her 40s, her black hair is tied behind her head meticulously, pinned tightly with a pearl brooch, her facial features are profound, and her eyes are full of wisdom and perseverance.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Wellesley, who came all the way from England."

Ivy bowed to her and saluted: "It is an honor for this junior to meet you."

"I heard that the measures you formulated are unique in this strike wave. I can't imagine that you are so young and have such a compassionate heart." Mrs. Zullen said.

"Oh no, this is what I should do. Since I have received the favor of France, I should do my best to repay it. Although it is insignificant, what is this little effort to get your praise, madam? ?” Ivy kept saying modestly, a shy blush appeared on her delicate cheeks.

The girl's innocence quickly moved the middle-aged woman, causing her to feel affection for her. Her sharp facial features were printed with a kind smile, "You are really the kindest and most selfless girl I have ever seen. But I am afraid that you are the only one who has survived this storm." If you are affected, you will become the target of those men.

After all, I saw this group of selfish and vile capitalists attacking your gender in the newspaper the other day, and it's hard to say that they won't do it again. "

Ivy sighed, her clear blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and said worriedly: "Their brains are rotten, and the concepts that have been dusty for centuries are too difficult to change. Women just want to be born equal. Right, they are all laughed at, and waiting for nothing will only be futile, I can't bear it any longer. Therefore, I came to you to ask Madam for your help."

"Miss Wellesley, as long as it is within my ability, I will not hesitate to help."

Ivy thanked her lightly and said: "Tomorrow is St. Catherine's Day, which is a special festival for unmarried girls. I hope you can write a special article for the newspaper to celebrate its arrival. Use your pen as a knife. It will be the most beneficial weapon."

This happened to be Mrs. Zulun's specialty as a writer. She naturally nodded readily and agreed: "I understand what you mean, just leave this matter to me."

Ivy gave her a grateful look, and listened to her continue, "Miss Wellesley, I hope you will always remain proud and indifferent in the face of their slander, we have never had the talent to be subordinate, please use it With your sharp sword in your hand, go and cut off their malicious tongue."

Ivy's eyes collided with hers, and exchanged a pair of tacit glances in the silent silence.

Compared with cutting off her tongue, she covets the heads hanging above her necks more.

She wants to forcibly stuff the rules she made by herself into their brains, so that their stubborn brain nerves will be dominated by her will from then on.

"Miss Wellesley, I have something to tell you." Mrs. Zullen said, "In the process of fighting for rights, it is best not to seek too much female identity. Remember, what we want is equality, not too much. Pursuing privilege effects is counterproductive."

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St. Catherine's Day is coming as scheduled, the atmosphere on the street is lively and warm, the girls' laughter is like a crisp silver bell, and the sky in Paris is blue and clear.

Young girls use this festival to seek the spirit of bravery and independence from the heroines of the past, and they also pray that they can encounter sweet love and a better life. Although their consciousness has not awakened, the idea of ​​fighting for a place in the male society has already Germinate gradually.

At the same time, Mrs. Zullen submitted an article to the most influential French newspaper Le Figaro as promised, encouraging young girls to celebrate their festivals boldly. They are gifts created by God. She quoted an old nursery rhyme and wrote that every girl Made of sweets and spices and all that's good, just short of angels.

However, there are also some girls, who are born to represent adventure, wine, wisdom and fearlessness, destined to use courage to split thorns and open up a new path for followers.

She didn't say it clearly in the article, but immediately following the article is Ivy's advertisement for her factory, promoting her own Wellesley-Talleyrand wine, and focusing on the latest Beaujolais Nouveau, which is youthful and Vitality is the biggest selling point, and the younger group of customers is its target.

All the girls celebrating the festival that day drank almost all the wine from Ivy, and set up many places on the side of the street, stacking a wall made of wine bottles, trying to break into the circle of civilians.

She is no longer satisfied with the sales volume of the upper class and the middle class. What she wants to build is a national brand and her own business empire.

The author has something to say:

Dear, do you prefer the career line or the love line?