Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1935 "Cracked Porcelain"

   "You didn't tell him, did you?"

  Pomona looked at the woman in the mirror and said in a warning tone.

  Of course no one answered her, she felt stupid.

  Originally, she didn't participate in the welcome party in the evening, but then Bonaparte didn't know what to think and brought her to that occasion.

Tomorrow there will be a welcome party at the Rouen Art Museum, which is held by the merchants. During the day, she will go to the Rouen School of Medicine and Pharmacy to "inspect" it. Oh my god, it's like she has really become a great person. .

  Just as she was removing her makeup, there was a sound of closing the door behind the door. It should be Matilda who came back with water.

  This is the case with medieval castles, without running water.

   "Just put it on the table." She said as she took off her earrings.

  In fact, she was a little worried about it. People didn't care which jewelry she was wearing, because the British did not attend the reception in France.

   "How did you play today?"

  Georgiana was taken aback.

  She covered her heart and looked at the first ruling with a smile on her face with anger. He seemed quite proud.

   "I didn't play." She said angrily.

   "Then what did you talk about on the boat?" he asked again.

   "Did Mr. Martin tell you?"

   "I want to hear you say it." He stretched out her hair and fiddled with the back of her neck, as if to help her remove the necklace.

  It would be good if he really wanted to take it off, but his fingertips kept fiddle with the lock on the necklace, she felt angry inexplicably.

  "Talk about tariffs." She said violently and deliberately.

   "What do they want?" He said lazily, looking insecure.

"The Americans seem to be preparing for war. They no longer have any illusions about Europe." Georgian said indifferently. If he sells only those licenses to Spanish businessmen, it will not constitute the current situation. The key is that he sold them to the Americans, which is completely out of control."

   "Need me to warn the King of Spain?" Leon still looked careless.

"This is your man's business." She did not express her opinion, and then said, "The British cotton textile industry has been given too many privileges, and the momentum of development is fierce, far exceeding the steel and wool textile industries. Let me find a big order for those smelters."

"how do you want to do it?"

  "How about building a house to hold an industrial fair?" She looked back at him "with cast iron and glass."

  The eyes he looked at her were magical, hazy and confused, or that he was totally unwilling.

  She looked away.

  Now she is dizzy and dizzy, as if she has been hit by some kind of magic.

  He moved around the other side from behind, and his fingertips lightly swept across her back, then he bent down so that his face was in the same frame as hers.

  After watching her through the mirror for a while, he turned his attention to her.

   "Remember what you said before? You said you like sweets."

  She nodded.

"Godoi ceded half of Santo Domingo to me, hoping that we could withdraw from northern Spain. This gave Godoy the title of Prince of Peace. When we were at war with Britain, because we suspected that Spain had reached an agreement with us, The British navy cut most of the trade between Spain and the colonies. Catalonia’s cotton factories had to suspend the supply of raw materials because they had no raw materials. Those Mexican silver coins were also accumulated during that time.” He said softly, “Peace Spain gave Spain a short respite, but they also knew that this kind of peace would not last long. They wanted to seek more benefits in the shortest time, and then they had those blank licenses."

  She continued nodding.

"In January 1793, Louis XVI was executed. We promulgated the constitution and led to the declaration of war between the British and Spanish teams. It was the Spaniards who took the lead in crossing the Pyrenees. We entered Catalonia. The peace agreement not only gave Rouen brought restoration, and Catalonia was restored. In other words, as long as England still has sea dominance, Spain can only resume trade with the Americas in peacetime. Renewed war or naval blockade will not only harm Spain. Trade with the colonies will also lose remittances and tariffs from the Americas. The war is a financial disaster to the Spanish royal family. An easier countermeasure is to increase the money supply and restore Charles III’s measures during the War of Independence."

   "I have had a headache for the tariff issue for a day, can you please stop telling me." She said impatiently.

  He squeezed onto her makeup stool, hugged her, and let her sit on his lap.

  "Do you know how British industrialists collect tariffs with Ireland?"

  She knows how to look at him in a daze.

   Bonaparte likes to use cologne very much. The smell of the perfume called "Power" is more intense if she smells it up close, but she is not dizzy about it because he mentioned Ireland.

"In 1785, Britain and Ireland signed a treaty of trade. This treaty stipulates that the two countries should be mutually beneficial, especially requiring that the two countries' industrial import taxes be equal. This issue concerns all industries. The Irish readily accept it, but the British strongly oppose it. , There is a man named Wedgwood, he is a ceramic merchant like you."

   "I am not a ceramics merchant!" She immediately corrected.

He smiled and continued, "Led by Wedgwood, he went to Birmingham to find a man named Bolton, and formed a committee. When Ireland was discussing a peace treaty with the United Kingdom, he organized a rally and distributed a lot of leaflets and pamphlets. Later, this man also met with Pete, the Duke of Portland, Fox and Sheridan. After a series of amendments, the original treaty was abandoned. These factory owners were afraid that Ireland would get rid of economic slavery. Others wanted The barriers that separated the two countries completely disappeared. The factory owners in the old industry and the leaders of the new industry, who were accustomed to enjoying the privileges, had a disagreement. The benefits of the new industry lie in cheap raw materials and a greatly opened export market. This time the issue was exposed again when the trade treaty was signed with France. Metallurgists in Birmingham, and spinning mill owners in Manchester and Derbyshire followed what Wedgwood called "free trade."

  "You said that this kind of ‘free trade’ means going to the house and pulling the ladder." Georgiana answered.

"The metallurgists of Birmingham with zero steel tariff no longer listen to Wedgwood. Only the spinning mill owners in Manchester and Derbyshire follow him. Manchester blames each other in the newspapers for the issue of the right to use the canal. Now only Derby is left. The miller of the county and Wedgwood, have you thought of how to separate them?"

  Georgiana tilted her head, "Are you not worried about harming France's interests?"

  "Metallurgy only accounts for 1% of France's GDP, and the textile industry is 17%. If you want to build a house, just build it, but you must remember that in the future, when we re-launch the war, Britain will not let us eat sugar so easily."

  She has her face down.

"Think about how to deal with Wedgwood, Mrs. Sever." He pinched her chin, as if he pinched other people's ears when he was happy. Don’t use rose fragrance for your perfume, it’s not for you."

   "Then what scent do you think is suitable for me?" She said angrily.

   "Fruit." He sighed, "No bergamot or orange blossom, that's what Marie Antoinette likes."

  "Don't you often stay in her little living room?" She nodded his ancient Greek nose with a finger.

  "Do you know what will happen to me if Louis XVIII returns to France?"

  She stopped talking again.

   "Let's talk." He urged.

   "Death penalty." She whispered.

He sighed again and asked her to lean against his shoulder in a very awkward position. "I don't think he can use a guillotine, but poor Compasseres probably won't be able to escape the gallows. I heard that there is a hanging hill in Massachusetts. , That seems terrifying to your wizards, and an international secrecy law has been established?"

   "Yes." She said pitifully.

  The guillotine can also be hidden. There is a freezing curse in the torture. How to hide the hanging?

  The fabric rubbed and made a rustling sound, replacing the conversation, and the golden roses on her long skirt were scattered on the ground.

  As the poet said, wherever I walked, the petals of the rose and the leaves of the laurel would fall all over the ground.

  Imagination can really rule the world?

  Quickly stop dreaming, Leo.

  (End of this chapter)