The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

His calculations are very precise, and he is quite courageous, after all, he is the first person who wants to get a bargain from Ivy.

In fact, she likes dealing with such people very much. If her mind doesn't move for a few days, it will always get rusty.

After Grandet finished speaking, he looked back and forth to test her reaction, his small eyes tried to find information from her expression, but found it was futile.

The girl in front of her always had that smiling expression, her clear blue eyes bent into crescents, her pink lips curled into a smile, as pure as a goddess who just fell from the moon.

She is obviously the most delicate rose, and she seems to be able to see her thoughts at a glance.However, the bluer the sea, the deeper, of course he dare not take it lightly.

"Hmm..." She tilted her head and pondered for a while, the sunlight came in through the light yellow silk curtains, sprinkled on the slender eyelashes like crow feathers, like meteors falling into the dark night.

"It seems that I don't know you well yet? How can I trust you?"

Grandet hurriedly opened the document bag he was carrying, and showed her all the certificates, "Look, this is my credit record, which is basically flawless. This is my land deed in Montreal and Bordeaux. , I also have a [-]-acre estate on the Blue Coast, which is a perfect place to grow high-quality grapes."

He looked over to Ivy with a smile on his face. She was nodding when she suddenly sneezed.

"Ah..." she said apologetically, "I... my old problem... I made it again..."

Miss Wellesley, who was fluent just now, suddenly stuttered, which made Grandet feel unbelievable.

"Oh, I'm so sorry... I'm sorry, I... I stutter when I'm nervous. I'm afraid I can't get rid of this problem... I lost it..."

"It's okay, just speak slowly, I will always wait for you." No matter how confused he was, he could only stand there and wait politely, without daring to show any signs of impatience.

Ai Wei laughed secretly in her heart, she did not lack believers, but what she lacked were loyal and wise people.

Before a follower throws herself into her arms, she must first be sure whether this is a dog worthy of domestication.

She said: "I believe... I believe in your talent, but unfortunately my living assets... may not be enough, maybe...can't meet... your requirements."

"That's not a problem." Grandet finally waited until she finished her sentence, and said repeatedly, "I only need a small amount to start, and any investment from you is a gift to me. Double rewards to you, you will never regret your choice today."

The speed of his speech was sincere but fast, in stark contrast to her slowness, which made him more and more impatient.

Ivy saw his urgency in full view, but although she was slow, the dominance was always on her side.

She let the other party ponder over her intentions in her heart, and after a long time, she raised her small face: "Actually...in fact, in the past two days,...a lot of people have come to...seek for me...I can't even say anything... Exactly like you...you, you...you're not the most special."

"But I will prove to you that my ability is absolutely outstanding and can minimize your risk. In this way..."

No matter how treacherous he is, he can't wait to meet such an opponent, "[-]/[-], I am sure to create a huge base, and you will also get more substantial benefits."

He fed the conditions that should have been offered by Ivy into her mouth in one breath, and the piece of meat was delivered to her door without her asking.

"Although...you say that, but...but there is no proof...we are all...businessmen...people, please...please understand my difficulties...heart..."

"Please give me one year. If your income is less than 50 francs, you can withdraw all your capital, and I will repay you in full even if you are in debt."

He thought he had solved Ivy's concerns, spoke out for her first, and blew on his beard complacently.

"One year?" Ivy frowned, showing embarrassment, "Forgive...forgive me, I'm...I'm impatient."

Although it is not obvious from her speaking speed and demeanor that she has anything to do with "urgency", Grandet is really in a hurry.

"Half a year, six months, next year in the fruit month, I will let you receive my good news."

When he finally got the check and left the gate, and walked down the steps, Ivy's warm farewell came from behind: "Please don't forget the contract you signed, and create benefits with all your heart, and don't let me down."

The voice was extremely fluent and crisp, like a mallet hitting his brain.

Then he suddenly realized a problem:

He, Monsieur Felix Grandet, who had been calculating for half his life, was fooled by a young lady.

The so-called stuttering was all fake, she was just waiting for her to lose patience slowly, and slipped into her trap. For the first time in his life, he suffered from kindness.

He swore that this would be the only time he was deceived in his life, and the more innocent his face was, the more he could not believe it. This lesson had already earned tears from many people, but today he, an old fox, was planted.

Since then, he has also learned this skill. When negotiating business, he must make his opponent impatient and force the latter to make up his own mind, so as to forget the original purpose.

The Tuileries Palace and Fontainebleau have been quite lively these days. The first ruler held a high-profile baptism ceremony for his son who just turned three months old, and held a banquet to invite celebrities from all walks of life to congratulate him.

"Actually, I'm quite surprised by Josephine's attitude." Talleyrand and Ivy walked up the stairs together, discussing in a low voice, "She didn't object, I thought my husband's mistress gave birth to a son, and she was so angry that she went crazy Woolen cloth."

Ivy didn't take it seriously: "It's just an illegitimate child. Although Josephine doesn't have the son of the first ruler, she doesn't have to worry about her status being shaken."

"But you can see that Napoleon attached so much importance to this son. Although an illegitimate child has no inheritance rights, according to his rebellious attitude towards the church, it is not impossible to do something out of the ordinary."

"What he values ​​is not this son, but his fertility." Ivy curled her lips and sneered disdainfully, "Originally everyone gossips frequently because he and Josephine have been married for several years and have no children. The mouth also proves that he is a normal man."

Talleyrand suddenly looked at her with surprised eyes.

"I thought you were only thinking about business." He laughed, "You know this kind of thing so well."

"Know yourself and the enemy, if you want to earn gold coins from others, you have to dig out his mind."

From a distance, Napoleon could already be seen standing in the middle of the hall, holding his baby over his head and showing off to the surroundings. The guests without exception gave praise and congratulations, and countless compliments sprang out of their mouths like cannonballs.

The French dictionary should be ashamed of its lack of vocabulary.Because it can't meet their needs at all.

"Dear Miss Wellesley, please come and have a look at my son." Napoleon glanced at Ivy's face, beckoned her to come over, and enthusiastically stretched out the swaddle embroidered with gold thread in front of her.

The baby was very well-behaved. He didn't cry after being tossed about by his father. He stared at the surroundings with big eyes without timidity, as if wondering why those humanoid creatures looked at him so attentively.

"A very beautiful baby." Ivy complimented, "It looks very similar to you."

Seeing Napoleon showing a comfortable smile, she asked, "What name did you give him?"

"Leon..." he said, not without pride, "the last four letters of my name, this will be a gift worthy of his glorious life."

Ivy couldn't help muttering about his overwhelming sense of self-confidence in her heart, but she still kept a bright smile on her face: "That's really a gift, I think his mother will be proud of it."

He handed Leon to the maid beside him, motioning for her to be hugged for the guests to take a look at, to see how lovely his first biological son was, born with brilliance.

Although an illegitimate child cannot bear his surname, it still does not hinder his status as a noble earl of France.

And the little illegitimate child's biological mother, Eleanor, is standing majestically next to the First Consul, dressed up with jewels all over her head, her fine clothes are full of luxurious emeralds, and her face is full of proud expressions. .

The guests looked at them from a distance, and suddenly had the illusion of Louis XV and his royal mistress Madame de Pompadour being reborn.

However, this Ms. Eleanor may have Pompadour's looks, but she doesn't have her brains, and her pampered attitude is too obvious, which makes others sweat for her.

But the person involved didn't have this awareness at all, and stared at Ivy with a pair of green eyes, showing dissatisfaction and sullenness.

She saw the First Consul wink at the servant, who understood and brought a box wrapped in purple velvet.

Then it was delivered to Ivy.

After being encouraged by the eyes of the first ruler, Ivy stretched out her hand to open the box, and inside was a priceless Mylan Rui necklace.

The huge platinum chain is inlaid with old European-cut sky-blue diamonds, and the tassel pendant is like a valance. It is made of gold and silver overlapping technology, which is radiant and dazzles the eyes of onlookers.

Everyone couldn't help being amazed, and many ladies and ladies cast envious eyes on her.

"Miss Wellesley, if you don't mind, please accept this modest gift." The First Consul looked at her deeply, "As long as you are willing, the gate of this palace will always be open for you."

"Oh, my God." Ivy made a flattered expression, "Thank you for your kindness, then I will be disrespectful."

Without any refusal, she accepted the necklace in the eyes of everyone, then turned around and hung it around the neck of the little baby Leon.

The author has something to say:

If tomorrow's chapter is locked, I can only cry and pray for the trial.

But I still want to say that the Three Views of a heroine are not equal to my Three Views. The next chapter may be too crazy, so please don’t scold me...