The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

"Are you really going to Paris?" Arthur didn't quite believe this decision, staring at Ivy with surprised deer eyes.

"Otherwise why would I pack my things?"

Ivy squatted and checked all the luggage to be taken, beautiful skirts, enough francs for a period of time, and the most important canned formula.

"But the new government hasn't ruled there for long. I heard that after the Brumaire coup, the young general named Napoleon Bonaparte took over the ruling power. We all know nothing about his policies after he came to power. Are you sure you can?" Got money from the French?"

Arthur looked at his sister worriedly, only to find that she suddenly raised her head, curling her lips into a meaningful smile.

"My dear brother, if I am not [-]% sure, I will not deal with strangers in a foreign country. You can rest assured."

She swallowed back the second half of the sentence that she hesitated to speak, holding it in her heart.

Although you don't know anything about him now, in the future you will be the opponent who is most familiar with him, and even become the greatest enemy of the proud man.

Thinking about it is a bit fantasy.

"But are you sure you want to take the risk?" Arthur was still very worried, "The people there are unfamiliar, and you are a little girl under twenty, please understand my long-windedness."

"You can travel across the ocean to India by yourself. It's just a neighboring country. You don't have to worry about it. Besides, I learned that the young First Consul encouraged the use and production of practical crafts, supported the development of factories, and rewarded patents with bonuses. I believe my cans will get his favor, which will be a big improvement for his army and people's lives."

Her canning recipe is similar to the jam method, and they are also made in a modern way. The washed and cut fruits such as yellow peaches and apples are boiled in water and heated, mixed with sugar, put into a glass bottle while it is hot, and then stuffed. Stored in the freezer, the principle of thermal expansion and contraction is adopted to allow the originally fresh and perishable fruits to have a longer shelf life.

But she knew so much about the ruler of an enemy country, Arthur couldn't help but wondered, and blinked his eyelashes twice: "Where did you get all this information?"

Ivy: "..."

Can I say that I know it from historical biographies?

"I heard Prince August talk about it last time. You know, people in the royal family always have more ways to get information than us."

Pushing the blind spot to the prince really made Arthur clear up his doubts and shut up.

"But you still have to be more careful." Arthur always felt that there was something to remind, but he couldn't find a reminder after racking his brains.

She has brains; she has no shortage of sobriety; popular attribute bonuses, such as beauty, intelligence, and wealth, she has a lot of them.

What's more, this younger sister is simply immune to men. Outsiders look like she has lived among thousands of flowers. In fact, Arthur knows that she has never been attracted to anyone, and she has a pure heart of stone.

Before leaving, Ivy took the cat that Arthur gave her, and gave the little male cat the same name as his brother.

"Its name always makes me feel weird." Arthur had to sigh when No. 20 mistakenly thought his sister was calling him.

"Hey, Arthur, don't touch that!" Ivy sighed helplessly, watching the naughty Siamese cat smash the music box that my brother gave me, and replied to my brother, "I think it's quite appropriate, its eyes The son is also very similar to you."

"Then you want to take Ya... it to France?"

"That's right, your good cat is always pulling and biting things at home. It has already destroyed several of Anna's precious corduroy pillows. I'm afraid I will be sanctioned if I stay here."

Then one day, a beautiful girl with a blue-eyed white cat appeared on the London Stock Exchange.

She was dragging large and small bags of luggage, wearing an orange long windbreaker, and a pair of black silk gloves. It seemed that she was in a hurry to finish this matter and was about to rush on the road.

Today is Monday, and there are many speculators eager to make a fortune in the exchange. After seeing this girl with pure blue eyes come in, they all looked away from the bulletin board of today's stock index and looked at her.

After all, the last time a woman appeared in this place was a staid and serious duchess. As soon as she came in, she clamored for those bourgeois upstarts to pay her [-] pounds, and threatened to write to the King of England to stop the industrial revolution.

"I said, what is that girl doing in this kind of place?" A businessman wearing a tall hat couldn't help asking his partner in a low voice.

"Maybe I want to go to the bank to deal with the inheritance, maybe I went to the wrong place." Companion lamented, "You have to be a nobleman who is comfortable, and you can wait for a huge amount of property to hit your face without leaving home. It's not like us, running around Come and go and enjoy yourself on a poor shilling."

"It's just Miss Jiao who doesn't even know the road. Tsk tsk, we are not so lucky. We can only pray to God to bless the stock price of the East India Company to be higher, enough for us to drink brandy for a month."

Ivy looked around, put down the luggage, and tapped the wall with the back of her hand.

A middle-aged man came to greet him. He looked like the manager here. After seeing the beautiful girl, his eyes showed surprise, and he raised his mustache attentively: "Excuse me, do you have any needs?"

"I want to see the market conditions of the Clarence family business."

Mustache beckoned, asked the follower to find a file bag, and opened it for her personally: "Hello, miss, seventeen factories under the Duke of Clarence, two banks, and capital injection in the East India Company 20.00%, and there is also a company with a wide range of business operations and a scale that can be ranked in Great Britain, with a strong capital chain guarantee, and buying the stocks of his company can minimize the risk."

Ivy took off her gloves and flipped through the documents, which were densely packed with numbers, and she became dizzy at a glance.She pretended to browse the past seriously, nodded and commented: "Sure enough, it is very promising."

"That's right..." The mustache manager thought it was just an aristocratic lady who came to watch the world for fun, and said casually, "Clarence has always been one of the wealthiest families in Britain, and is also the most trusted by shareholders."

"I want to buy 20 shares issued by Mr. Duke."

She didn't wait for the mustache manager to finish his introduction, and interrupted him directly.

As soon as these words came out, even the attendant couldn't help but gasped: "20?"

Mustache was even more shocked: "Miss, are you sure? Mr. Duke issued a total of 50 shares this time, and you bought a lot of them in one go?"

Ivy shrugged and took out the check from her bag, as if she had already prepared it.

"I have money, why don't I buy it?"

"Also, please spread the news that Miss Wellesley from the Mornington family bought 20 shares of Clarence from you."

After speaking, Ivy smiled and picked up the cat and pushed the door out.

I will let you beg me.