Harry Potter Morning Light

If you had the central bank of a big country in your hands, what would you do?

Georgiana imagined innocently as she danced with Saint-Merry that even a dream would be too crazy.

Leaving aside the issue of macro-control, it is just what Nathan Rothschild said: mastering the right to issue currency in a country is equivalent to controlling the country.

Britain also ran out of precious metals to pay for military expenses, so it agreed to Spain to deliver Mexican silver coins. The Bank of England has been selling bank notes since its establishment. Bank notes can be exchanged for gold at any time, which is more convenient than money orders. This is the first initiative of private banks.

However, the issuing bank also needs to have corresponding gold reserves. As long as the bank notes can be exchanged at any time, there will be no run on them.

What banks are most afraid of is a run. Private banks issue bank notes out of control, and often end up with a run and bankruptcy.

The excessive issuance of paper money has turned France upside down, whether it refers to notes or paper money issued by the Directorate.

The biggest difference between the functions of the central bank and commercial banks is to maintain financial stability, while the business of commercial banks is to absorb public deposits, issue loans, and handle bill discounting.

Just when she was thinking happily and dancing happily, hurried footsteps came from outside the suite, and not long after, Bonaparte with an ugly face appeared. He was wearing an olive green marshal uniform with studs on his waist Sword with the Regent's Diamond.

St. Merry immediately let go of the hand on Georgiana's waist, as if he had done something wrong.

Georgiana looked at the tall man speechlessly, and then at the short Corsican man with wide eyes, who seemed to want to bite her to death. In a trance, she seemed to smell that the freshman didn't beat the drums correctly, and was jealous at the door of the lounge. The smell when you drench it all over your body.

"Go ahead," said Georgiana to St. Merry.

Saint-Méry looked at Bonaparte.

"Get out!" He gritted his teeth and said angrily.

Saint-Méry immediately exited from the position furthest from Bonaparte on the other side of the suite.

There were Matilda and other maids in the suite, and they had no choice but to leave, leaving only the two of them in the suite.

She looked at him calmly.

She thought it was not so much his jealousy as she was reminded of something similar, like Josephine and her dance teacher.

Just like every now and then she would think of Snape, the man who made her sad.

"What do you want to say?" he said patiently.

"I was thinking of something smart to say," she said quietly. "I thought you didn't want an explanation."

"Oh, maybe I want to hear it," said Bonaparte defiantly.

"I will go to hell, Leon, but I don't want to fall to the bottom of hell. If I betray you, what kind of person will I become?"

He didn't speak, but his face looked much better.

"Either live together or die together. I really almost died together with him." Georgiana sat on the sofa and covered her face. "Do you understand what I have gone through?"

"Where's the document I asked you to sign?" he asked.

"You said that I can wait until next year's Portuguese month."

He looked like he was going to get angry again.

Now she is completely awake, and when she wakes up from this dream, she is nothing, maybe this is her daydream, because she is not a mixed Veela at all.

Without good looks, she gets nothing.

"Have you ever cried except about him?" asked Bonaparte.

She thought of Albus' funeral.

She didn't cry that day.

"Haven't you heard of passing on a story? Witches don't cry." She said dumbly.

"Josephine will cry, she cried outside for a long time that day." He said indifferently, "You think I am a dedicated person..."

"Go on." She waited for a long time without hearing his next sentence.

He seemed unable to continue, and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

"Come here," she said to him, and he actually collapsed, his head on her lap.

He didn't ask, but she hummed to him anyway, a lullaby she'd heard in Honfleur.

"Saint Merry wants to be the director of Parma." Bonaparte said calmly, "He has already asked Josephine to intercede."

"Why don't you agree?"

"Do you think he is fit to be a manager?" asked Bonaparte.

Georgiana considered how to answer.

"Do you want to be the Grand Duchess of Palma?" he asked suddenly.

"What?" she exclaimed in surprise.

He was proud now, and sat up as if regaining his vitality.

"Are you scared?"

"It's not a matter of daring or not." She said with a bitter face as if she had drunk a bad potion.

"Why do you have this expression?" He asked inexplicably.

"Is this constitutional?" Georgiana said.

He thought for a while, "The Constitution can be changed."

She rolled her eyes, not wanting to debate the subject with him.

"Italy needs a queen worthy of it." Bonaparte put his arms around her.

"I'm not a queen." She tapped his nose "I'm a witch."

"What are you wearing tonight?" He moved his nose closer, as if intending to smell her body, but avoided it in disgust.

"You smell bad." He said maliciously, "Go and wash it."

Georgiana was so obedient this time that she went to the bathroom, filled the bathtub with hot water with her wand, and then took off her clothes.

She took a bath with the new type of soap that Farron had prepared for her as quickly as possible, and then went out wrapped in a towel. At this time, Bonaparte was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Covered in moisture, she lay beside him, with her head resting on his shoulder.

"Who is that boy who was talking to you in the lobby today?" asked Bonaparte.

"I don't know who he is," she said softly, "but he brought me a letter."

"You mean this?" He took out the copper commemorative coin.

On one side of the coin is the head of Bonaparte with laurel, on the other side is a man and a woman, the man is naked, holding a stick and wearing a helmet, and the woman is also naked, lying on a lion. body.

Renaissance, Georgiana was speechless for a while, and simply imitated the woman on the coin and lay on Bonaparte's body.

"He talked to me about the gold content and the exchange rate." Georgiana said, "If the new gold coins contain too much gold, it will affect the exchange rate with the British pound, which will be even more detrimental to exports."

He didn't lose his temper.

"I think you know, Leon, England is facing the same problem as France, that is, low-cost food, which will affect the interests of local farmers. The British Parliament only discussed the Grain Law. I disagree with lowering tariffs just like you."

"Those spinning mills hope to import high-count yarn from the UK, but they don't want to import cloth. Port cities have their advantages. They can start spinning directly without transshipment, but if they don't establish profitable commercial relationships for the British, this Such a treaty will not last long, and in order to win more people in favor of peace, it is necessary to speed up the rebuilding of commercial relations. Someone even made a badge with a torn leopard on it." He sighed "When the Amiens Peace Treaty was signed Spain didn't send a representative, do you know why? At Toulon they abandoned England and made an alliance with us, and they were not happy to see France and England make peace."

She looked at the coin.

"Help me if you really want peace." Bonaparte said, staring at the ceiling dreamily. "I need a miracle right now."