Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

The six-member parliamentary table.

The players sit on both sides in turn, and the left and right sides are clearly defined.

The candlelight swayed from the top of the dome, and the length of the candle was four meters. The thick silk cloth was embroidered with silver silk tails. In the silence, the sorcerer’s eyes swept through six “Members” who grabbed the seats.

Wei Yan is strong and the aristocratic card is in the grip. Wei Yan's left hand is Ning Fengbei, and the hyacinth red rose can also be promoted by the thin card of the bishop. Later, it is Qin Jinbao who is the marshal.

All three groups have ample aristocratic cards, and they are promoted to the iron plate nails. Any new player will be regarded as a threat to the rankings by the three groups.

And the side of the witch. In addition to the big cockroaches, the civilian Caesar is still knocking on the bowl, the aunt half of the buttocks sticking to the stool, one hand stuck/gun eagle eye sweeping around, the expression is slightly anxious -

In response to the alum, Zuo Bozhen must not have obtained a noble card.

3 to 3. The witches blinked slightly.

Long table top.

The king put down the proposal submitted by the sorcerer and slowly said: "Knight? Trading?"

Louis XV is taller and richer than his great-grandfather Sun King, but his face is tired. The great achievements of the Sun King are like heavy stones pressed against the shoulders of the new king, making Louis 15 breathless. He is trying his best to imitate the Sun King's costume and look. Even the great ancestors in memory are completely blurred.

The proposal was placed at the table. The secretary of the king handed a feather pen and smooth paper to several people: "Vot, hello."

Six letter papers are turned over. The sorcerer looked at the height and sneaked, and did not accidentally write a big "yes", Caesar made a check -

The king frowned. "The number of votes is the same."

Wei Yan, Qin Jinbao and Ning Fengbei undoubtedly voted for a veto. The sorcerer looked at Louis XV. The king ousted the prime minister, and only one of his cabinets had a veto.

"The Lord is the foundation of the glory of France. I want to hear your opinion." The ballot envelope was fastened in the hands of the king. The voice of Louis XV suddenly rose. With an unquestionable momentum, he knocked the table with the knuckles: Convince me with your reasons."

The line of sight looked straight at the sorcerer who handed the bill.

The witches nodded slightly to the king, and the speed of speech was slow and powerful: "Your Majesty, the honour is the best way to reduce the financial deficit of the war. The capitalists are willing to contribute assets to you, you get not only capital assistance, but also their allegiance. They will Like the entire French aristocracy, gathered in the Palace of Versailles, surrounded by you."

"This is a business without loss."

Louis XV's eyes were slightly bright, but they held the king's fairness and looked to the other side of the long table.

Ning Fengbei stood up in the eyes of the public.

Behind the sorcerer, he suddenly woke up in a moment, and quickly reminded him with an anger: "Ning sister's mouth and gun never lost. He once opened 8 star-bombs and fought two hundred blacks, and he was still invincible..."

Vera looked coldly at Ning Fengbei.

The red rose smiled at the king: "The French aristocracy has always been tax-deductible. If the big capitalists are exempted from taxation - I will guess how much tax will be reduced next year? Half? Three-quarters?"

Louis XV suddenly woke up, looking cold and looking at the witch.

"..." The sorcerer was shocked by the speed of the face of the king of the grass, but the historical Louis XV seems to have played its swaying character to the top, and successfully passed it to Louis XVI on the guillotine.

The sorcerer calmly listened to Ning Fengbei's rebuttal: "I agree with Miss Ning's concerns. However, once the capitalist is promoted to the Lord," the young man raised his eyebrows slightly: "The king is kindly reduced from salaries tax. The profits tax is not in the scope of relief."

"It’s like the banker Mr. Duvini," Wu said without hesitation to take a chestnut from the big man: "Once you are promoted to the baron, you will be taxed at 20 francs, and the name of the tobacco factory and the winery bank will be taxed at 6,000 francs. On the factory taxation, Mr. Duvini is still a loyal contributor to France's fiscal revenue. The loss of the King's Majesty is only 20 francs."

Ning Fengbei's look changed slightly, but Louis XV was quickly persuaded by the numbers, once again playing the role of the wall: "It turns out that, since this is the case -"

"Wait a minute!" Ning Fengbei suddenly pushed the chair open, and the phoenix eyes provoked a word and a word: "The nobles are born and noble, if the civilians are honored but they are shameful for the title - the reputation of France will be destroyed in their hands. in."

Louis XV was hesitant.

The sorcerer's momentum is not inferior, and the speed of speech quickly retorts: "With the social influence of the capitalists, they are obviously not inferior to the nobility."

Ning Fengbei hooked his lips, and insisted on the argument: "Your Majesty, please remember. Any title you sell is a reputation for consuming France and your reputation."

The sorrowful eyes flashed in the eyes. At the head of the table, Louis XV is once again entangled. He is obviously more concerned about the taste of a king than the financial deficit.

For a long time, the king finally turned his eyebrows and seemed to have a one-vote veto.

The stage was awkward.

Whether the decision is passed is Louis XV, and the method of Ning Fengbei is extremely high. She is not catching the French deficit, the economy, or even the future. Her arguments only poke the pain points of the king. At this point, even Ming Hao looked a little blank, Ming Hao whispered to exchange views with the captain, and Chu did not know what to scream, and Vera seemed to be thinking about taking a shot of Ning Fengbei.

The sorcerer finally said: "The title is indeed 'selling the French honor'. But this sale restriction is within the constraints of the sire."

Everyone looked at the witches. Wu Yi: "The lord of the asset family is promoted, and the capital of the name is firmly tied to the honor of France. It greatly reduces the chance of capital flight in the mid-year war. This is one of them."

"The title is equivalent to the territorial grant, and the salary is tax-free." Wu Yi paused for one second: "that is, the capitalist is not unprofitable. In the transaction, the title is a hybrid financial product that integrates territorial options and tax-free dividends. France wins. The capitalists divide a small amount of dividends. Even if they are defeated, there are capitalists who help them. This is the second."

"I prefer to refer to such transactions - France issued national debt. Linking national transport, national glory and circulating capital, assets into national debt, reducing deficits, frontline operations and no worries behind, this is the third."

A silence.

The teenager stood up straight, as if he was firmly grasping the light under the dome. Louis XV was solemnly thinking about it. Ming Hao took a table and gave a thumbs up to Wu Han. When Wei Wei passed the line of sight, he locked in the light collection.

Ning Fengbei has already squinted.

She suddenly spoke and her tone was not good: "The capitalist bought the title in a lump sum, but enjoyed the aristocratic dividend that was passed down from generation to generation in France. It was too much cheap."

Witch's second-speed counterattack: "The title is cut in hereditary, and the dividends are exhausted. Of course, the national debt can also be issued multiple times, multiple purchases, the Polish throne war bonds, the Austrian war treasury bonds... You can even use the knights to sell and regulate the French financial market."

Ning Fengbei spent a full few seconds and made the final struggle: "The assets of several capitalists in the district are not enough to support the frontline war..."

Wu Yujing and other red roses are finished, plus four words: "Financial leverage. The sale of the title is only the first step. The capitalist capital injection can become the starting capital of the French financial industry. Not only can the national debt be sold, but the colonial war can also be profitable. ""

"If a capitalist does not pay enough, then two, three...and even the whole people."

Ning Fengbei’s look changed again, and what Wu Yi said was ridiculously extreme, but it’s not difficult to fool the 18th-century ignorant king.

Witch had no worries, and handed the document to Louis XV: "Through the business war, to raise the war with the war. In order to defeat the British name, France will be the unshakable European first hegemon."

A bang.

Louis XV is pleased to seal the document: "What you just said, the banker Mr. Duvini..."

The young man took out the big slap card in his pocket for a second and went to the king's seal.

Wei Shi signed an 18th-century cheque that was impossible to cash in. Louis XV smiled and gave a tribute to the defender on the spot. At the end of the cabinet meeting, I grabbed the red-haired donkey from the capitalist card and screamed with an empty check: "I buy it too, I also buy it!"

The secretary of the king hesitated: "The land is not enough..."

The red hair is a big hand: "If you want to seal the land, you will give me one, the Aotian Okra Baron!"

Caesar quickly took inspiration and patted the card in his hand: "I want the illusion of Caesar Dark Duke -"

Xiaoran can't bear it: "You are stupid! How much money can you seal your Duke?! Ah? The baron is in the sky! Let the Duke go out and buy it!"

Behind them, countless players flocked in. At the same time, several final capitalist cards at the Palace of Versailles made the players once again in the battle. The sorcerer guarded Vera and turned away: "Wei Wei just seems to have a little bit of hands-on meaning, too many people can't get it. And Ning Fengbei-"

Chu Chu is standing with his ears and waiting for the witch to spit.

I didn't think the witch contested: "She is very good."

Vera arrogantly said: "She can do things, just beat me."

The sorcerer bends his eyes. Hyacinth red and white roses have their own strengths - Ning Fengbei is like a sorcerer of the Crowson show, installed in the squad can be a brain, single play is also a b+, a-.

The sorcerer leaned over his head and his eyes slid to look at the big cockroach.

The newly-launched Baron is long and handsome.

The man reached out.

The sorcerer handed the card to the big cockroach, and the palm of the hand was separated. Wei Shi took the person to himself, and the witch and the big man skillfully smashed their shoulders: "Fortunately, not to be insulted."

The man’s mouth is loose.

Raising the big rabbit not only learned to bounce, but also to pick up the whole audience with carrots.

The sorcerer suddenly remembered that Louis XV seemed to be shocked by the name of the Lord who was asked by the amnesty when he was honored. He asked: "What is the baron?"

Wei Shi raised his eyebrows.

The witches instantly took the opportunity: "What, what!..."

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Wu Yi quickly shook his head: "Leverage can not be born out of nothing! France defeated, the dominance of the country's credibility fell at the same time, the depression is inevitable. The business in the commercial war refers to the industry, not the tricks..."

It still does not give up: "If the advanced financial system was introduced in the 18th century -"

Witch thinking: "The cornerstone of finance is trust. The probability of capital trust and the trust of the people fall together. Under the Great Depression, prices are soaring. The estimate of being sent to the guillotine is not Louis XVI but fifteen."

Vera Ningmei: "This time, France can't win?"

The witches nodded.

The bell rang and the scenery on the corridor changed. When the capitalist cards were almost looted, the number of watch survivors began to drop dramatically.

114.

"There are only 100 people left." Wu Hao reminded his teammates: "According to the Crosson practice, it is impossible to avoid the war all the way to the end. The third round - Louis XVI, there will be hard hits."

The dance starts half an hour.

Wait until the sorcerer has finished loading the guns, polishing the bayonet, and changing the set. A pair of oil brushes on the wall rushed, seemingly a distant Russian Winter Palace.

"The Winter Palace changed its dynasty," Wu Yi looked at the oil painting: "It was the turning point of the Seven Years' War. The French allies - or the ally of Mrs. Pompidou, the Queen Elizabeth of Russia passed away, and the successor was a Prussian control."

Chu Chu: "What, what!"

The sorcerer’s gaze moved slightly, looking at a pair of "General Richelieu repels Frederick II."

"V. Frederick II, King of Prussia." Witch said: "The Russian New Emperor is his admirer, crazy about Frederick II, and even collected the spoon used by Frederick, ordered the Russian to fight against Prussia. The army turned to attack France."

Chu Chu: "...What is the operation of grooving?! Then France is defeated? Lost?!"

Wu Yi: "There were several strategic mistakes in Louis XV, and the mentality collapsed."

Louis XV is indecisive and fragile, and is not suitable for being an iron wrist king. In contrast, Frederick, who has been forced into desperation by France many times, is much more tenacious.

Frederick has been supporting it for seven years. When I was most frustrated, there were only three thousand soldiers and horses. After several battles, I waited until the allies from Russia.

- "As for me, under the threat of a shipwreck, in the midst of a storm, thought, life and death must be like a king."

He won a near-impossible war.

A quarter of an hour before the ball.

A deadly Versailles suddenly had a waiter running in a hurry: "The king ordered, France... will surrender after a week."

The footsteps sounded from a distance, and Madame Pompidou appeared again in the corridor.

The frustrated king came to her with regret and anger.

Chu Chu is very dissatisfied as Pompidou: "I almost wanted to win, and this is not the name of Mrs. Pompidou! The war is also the king's inspiration! Hey, the king also likes to shave it!"

downstairs.

The king slowly said: "India, Canada, and the Mississippi River have to be ceded. The Battle of Quiberon Bay should not have been defeated."

Mrs. Pompidou was silent for a few seconds, and Wen Sheng said: "I know."

The lady took an eyebrow pencil from the maid's hand, and the weak hand painted the map on the paper: "Send to the front line."

The king glanced at her and left indifferently.

Chu Chu: "What do you mean?!"

Vera slowly opened: "The Battle of Quiberon Bay failed, and the King did not want to take responsibility. Mrs. Pompidou’s combat map with eyebrow pencils appeared on the front line, and the public would point the finger at her--and then blamed the civilian mistress’s command mistake. ""

Vera finally looked at Pompidou. She stood there quietly, looking out the window in the distance.

She has seen the card of the witch. Mrs. Pompidou will be depressed in the second year after the war, and the king will be indifferent to see her coffin being sent out of Versailles.

Five minutes before the start of the dance.

The sorcerer quickly handed the Pompa Duka card to Vera and was relieved when she saw that Vera was forcibly pulled into the locker room. After a short while, the big cockroaches appeared again, and the riding boots bayonet leather looks good.

The corridor was dark and the waiters passing by were coming.

"The new king... always better than the old king."

"When Louis XV was born, it was said that the whole body was stinking..."

The sorcerer quickly confronted the big man.

The Louis XVI era was opened.

The last level. Hard to open.

The music sounded from the dance hall of the mirror hall, and the players poured in -

Vera appeared in a rococo fluffy skirt, high and elegant. The red rose glamorous can not be square, the thin rumored bishop's robe actually wore an unusually glamorous, about the eyeliner too thick eyeshadow did not smudge. Caesar did not want to go to the Duke, because the money is too small to give only a small ordinary nobility, at this time is screaming with a player: "Pay attention to your wording! You are talking to the noble red diamond noble!"

The first dance sounded.

Vera's waist card is slightly hot. She immediately handed the card to the witch: "You have to go to the map first, I have to take off a skirt..."

The witches nodded.

The teenager picked up the card and walked to the edge of the dance floor.

The first lead dancer in the Louis XVI era walked to his partner.

Chu Chu brushed his eyes: "Wei Shen Wei Shen! Xiao Wu came over!"

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