Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1537 "Mountain" and "Mountain"

Before the Battle of Waterloo, Nathan Rothschild took a large amount of gold to Paris, and under the escort of the French police, he exchanged it from the French bank for a large amount of gold coins such as gold louis and livres. Childe's transport network was shipped to Spain.

If these coins that should have been loaned to farmers were not shipped to farmers like those coins, but were shipped to Portugal and Spain by the bank, then even if there are no British troops on these two lands, they will still be shipped to the English Channel On the other side of London, England once again paid the military expenses of the anti-French alliance.

The countries participating in the Anti-French Alliance only accept gold. Even if the money is not shipped to London, it can be shipped to Madrid, Spain to save their precarious finances. The only thing in the hands of French farmers is bank notes, which may be circulated like banknotes. When the trick was discovered, these banks closed down and they knew that they could not withdraw money. Whoever had the most bank notes of this kind would suffer the greatest loss.

Piety and Fraternity is a new religion, very popular among the bourgeoisie, and it has the meaning of confronting Catholicism.

If the clergy had said anything seditious to the faithful, they would have rebelled like the West and Provence.

Trinidad was originally Spanish land, but Spain lost to Britain in a naval battle in 1797, and then the land was occupied by the British.

The Treaty of Amiens legally recognized this land to England. Did the Spanish royal family ever receive compensation like the King of Orange?
Although it is unbelievable, if Napoleon is reluctant to part with the remittance fee, then the cash will flow into the hands of those who are willing to pay the remittance fee.

And he paid the money with little effect. He might as well issue bank notes to farmers, and then pull these coins directly to the mint to melt them into new coins.

The peasants supported Napoleon. If the peasants found Napoleon untrustworthy and bankrupted them, they would not necessarily love him as much as they do now.

This matter was too risky, and Georgiana didn't know anyone in the banking industry. It was enough to do it once, and it must not become a fixed system.

She hopes that the coming year will be smooth and rainy, but the price of grain will drop after the harvest. What Lange said is to collect grain from farmers at a "balanced" price to replenish the country's strategic granary. This is also a problem that affects farmers' income. Bread in peacetime is very expensive. Cheap, the price will always increase during war and disaster...

She suddenly saw that there were hands around her waist, and she was so frightened that she wanted to draw her wand.

"What are you thinking?" She heard a low voice whisper in her ear.

That wasn't Severus' voice.

"Thinking about loopholes." She replied in a low voice, "Will those coins end up in the hands of the Anti-French Alliance?"

He was silent.

"You can't milk the conservative banks dry. That's for future generations."

He still didn't answer.

Georgiana thought that this might be the reason why Napoleon was imprisoned. He left an inheritance to this country, one was gold coins in the bank, and the other was a man with a family.

These men were not conscripted into the army like single males, but would rebel when their homes were invaded, and the gold coins in those bankers' banks would provide support for the campaign.

"Philip Stapfer called you?" He changed the subject, rubbing his handsome hands on her waist.

"Yes."

"What did he tell you?"

"He seems to hope that I can prevent you from annexing Valais." She said with a wry smile, "That's impossible."

"You can try." His kiss fell on her neck.

"There's nothing in Europe to stop you." She turned around. "You think I'm capable?"

He laughed "That's what I just asked you, what were you thinking?"

"Remittance fees." She said seriously, "You can't save this money, otherwise the money will flow into the hands of those who are willing to give it to you."

"Any suggestion?" He said lightly.

"You can ship those coins directly to the mint and give the farmers banknotes, but the banknotes must be convertible, otherwise the farmers will be disappointed in you and turn to other people."

He didn't seem to be paying attention to her at all.

"What are you thinking?" She said angrily.

"Thinking about how beautiful you are." He said glibly, "The Alps are nothing but a mound in front of your beauty."

She wanted to struggle out of his embrace, but in the end she got into trouble, so she didn't move.

"Tell me your truth," he whispered. "We're equal."

"I can't be sorry for him." She said with tears.

"I don't think he will be indifferent to you." Leon said softly, "No matter how much he loved the dead woman, he will not be indifferent to you."

She cried even more sadly.

"It's like air. I usually think it's commonplace. Only when I'm suffocated do I realize how much I need it." He said with compassion, "That's how people are. They only understand how to cherish it when they lose it."

"I am not a Sabine woman, and England will not be annexed to France," she added.

"I know." He turned her around, "You can form an anti-French alliance, and I can also form an anti-British alliance to fight against British trade hegemony."

"I can't do that!"

"Not everyone in Portugal is as stupid as the royal family. They hope that the arrival of France will bring them reform." He gently stroked her hair. "The bourgeoisie in Lisbon are not stupid. The level of urbanization is higher than that of Portugal.”

She blinked.

"What about the bourgeoisie in Porto?" she asked.

Napoleon showed a weird expression "They hope to catch up with foreigners in eating toast and drinking milk tea."

She couldn't help laughing.

"When I was an officer with nothing, reading was my only pastime." He stroked her arm. "I saved money and gave Louis my salary to study. I think he received the education that our brothers I have high hopes for him, but he doesn't seem to want to be the father of that child."

"You want to adopt Hortans' son?"

He paused, "The vast majority of booksellers in Portugal gather in Lisbon, unlike Porto, where pigs run around in the market, young people in that country who are a bit ambitious will choose to immigrate to Brazil and the United States, these liberals expect France to Bring them new landholdings, new laws, overthrow feudalism, and their industrialists see us as an opportunity to help them get rid of British imports."

"Are you going to tell me, an English woman, that the Portuguese are going to follow you French in revolution and drive out the British?"

He smiled and kissed her, and pressed her against the desk.

Perhaps seeing that its owner was being “attacked,” Georgiana’s short-legged cat jumped on Bonaparte’s back, stretched out its claws and scratched his face.

His face was almost scratched, and he stared furiously at the "bad cat" that he always fed the best small fish jerky, and it ran away after doing bad things, Georgiana couldn't help laughing again up.

He looked back at her.

"You can try, maybe I can really not want Valais."

She looked up at the "king".

"I heard that there was a secret agreement when you signed the Peace Treaty of Amiens?"

He smiled and said nothing.

"You can also make a secret pact with the Swiss representatives." She reached out and stroked the gold embroidery on his coat.

"About what?" He bent down like a cow being led by the neck.

"The bank." She whispered, "Dig a secret vault in the Alps. The user information is absolutely confidential. There are only code names and passwords. Bank employees must abide by the secrecy law. No matter whether they are employed or resigned, they are not allowed to disclose user information."

"What if the account number and password are lost?" he asked.

"Customer's deposits are the bank's currency, and they will only sincerely turn to you if they feel that it is profitable." She whispered, "The sound of the explosion in the vault will cover the explosion of the Simplon Tunnel."

"I have no intention of keeping the Simplon Tunnel a military secret." He leaned down again. "I want Milan, and you."

"I'd rather go to Venice." She stared into his gray eyes. "I want to dance with you in the most beautiful living room in Europe."

"Are you asking me to dance?"

"Severus invited me three times, but I didn't agree to him, and then he went to the ball that year alone." She said tremblingly, "Do you remember? When I first met you..."

"Venice is in the hands of the Austrians now." He interrupted her indifferently.

"It's a stupid idea, isn't it?" she gasped, as if she couldn't breathe, "so I said it's impossible for you to give up Valais."

"What are you thinking now?" he asked in a very calm voice.

"Which do you think is more glorious in the eyes of the world, the golden mountain or the snow mountain?" She asked the military strategist who conquered the Alps twice, "Mountains never meet, people always meet. A general said that his life Are you guessing what the other side of the mountain is thinking?"

"Who is that general?" asked Napoleon.

She recovered a little sobriety and felt that it was wrong to say General Wellington's name.

"Please don't tell anyone..." She begged with some self-deprecation.

He picked her up directly and took her to the next bedroom.

There was supposed to be another newlyweds there, only now they were in Spain.

Not long after the two disappeared from the study, a gold coin rolled from the desk to the ground, making a jingling sound. The obverse of the coin was the profile of Louis XIV.

Although they were all gold coins, and they all contained gold, British soldiers would not accept gold coins with Napoleon's profile on them, especially as they were about to fight a war to defeat him.

Would Caesar, who was conquered by women instead of occupying the top of the snow mountain, still be respected by the soldiers?
What kind of stunner in the world can make a hero bow down to him?
When the candlelight is flickering, some people see Louis XIV on the gold coin, and some people see the smart beauty. Which one is more charming?
It's a real puzzle.

(End of this chapter)