While the Paris envoy was still running around, I was worried about the sequelae caused by the agreement signed with the Jews.

The cunning Nikolachi not only "sent" me a orderly soldier, but also a butler with him. The former was a child, a young boy who had just turned 17 years old. After the first lesson, I carefully confirmed. Unlike my grandfather, Juliss did not have the aura of a businessman, with 175 sons, wearing a small Jewish hat on his slightly curly hair. If he had a pair of eyes, he would be a student at Cambridge or Oxford. After a few simple questions, I knew that the students in front of me knew nothing except reading, writing, and hating his enemies. Coffee not

He can cook, clothes, guns, horses, not to mention killing people, just let him kill monkeys with a knife (this year is the Year of the Rooster, so it is taboo to kill chickens, so be sure to be the one who bleeds. He must be the one who bleeds. Damn profiteer, this is not my orderly soldier, clearly regarded himself as a nanny, but fortunately, it was not free. The gift I gave to the boy was to let him still lose his Jewish hat, although he was very unhappy, and stuffed a short gun into his arms, and ordered Lieutenant Colonel Shade to teach the Jewish boy the skills of killing in one day and learn to charge on horseback within three days.

Later, he claimed to be Nikolachi's old servant named Sandro, but Nikolachi told himself that Sandro was an excellent financial businessman. He was robbed by Spanish pirates a few years ago and was destroyed. With Nikolachi's help, he re-entered the business world. I really couldn't understand that this 60-year-old man with mediocre appearance and bad face, but his eyes occasionally shined occasionally, could take over financial power in the Jewish Chamber of Commerce, but I had thoroughly learned what happened. As soon as he met, the old man asked me to hand over all my personal assets and put them in charge of them. The tone of his speech was not questionable. At first, I didn't care, let alone agree, and then I was a little annoyed, because Sandro was entangled around me every day, and he didn't listen to the nagging, pointing out that I was wasting money here and there.

Without any financial acumen, I finally got angry and ordered him to get out. But the old guy was not angry. He said lightly, this was the repeated instructions of the former owner Nikolachi. If the new owner had anything to be dissatisfied with, he should talk to the chairman of the chamber of commerce. In view of the 1 million yuan of free aid, I had to hand over my financial power. Surprisingly, he spent all of it within one day and bought some valuable gadgets. Just when I found out that I was bankrupt and was about to go crazy, Sandro told the general expressionlessly that he had increased the assets of the new owner by more than 1 times. I was amused and crying, so I had to order him not to call him the owner in the future, but to use the general instead to warn himself not to be sold by him, and to help the Jews happily count the money.

Alas, unpredictable Jews.

On December 29, 1793, I received good news from the Paris envoy: in order to commend Andrew's great achievements in regaining Toulon, I promoted him to lieutenant general of the army; agreed with the general's suggestion to rename Toulon to Port of Mountains; the day after receiving the order, General Andrew and Fred immediately set off for Paris, and General Lapuap was temporarily responsible for the position of commander-in-chief of the Legion.

On December 30, I took the orderly soldiers, housekeepers, military medical officers, and my own cavalry guards and commissioners, and a total of more than 300 people left Shanyue Harbor in a mighty manner, preparing to pass through Marseille, Nimes, and Luangone, cross the central plateau, cross the Loire River, and start a long road towards Paris.

Because of the presence of a military doctor, I was unable to ride a horse forward, so I could only stay in the carriage and watch the scenery along the way. At noon on the fourth day after departure, I was completing the task assigned by the military doctor. I drank a large jar of potion. As usual, I looked at the "bitter water" myself and remained silent for a long time. Under the repeated urging of the doctor, I gritted my teeth and then drank it in one bite.

Waiting for Dr. Renek to pack up his things and get off the carriage, I was bored now and said to the orderly soldier in front of him who was wearing the uniform of the French army soldier: "You, go and bring the special envoy into my car."

Juliss's face was a little unnatural and hesitantly replied: "Sorry, General, I have followed your instructions and found the commissioner three times, but I was rejected every time. Moreover, the commissioner was still in Brieud Town this morning and did not follow the team."

Of course I could hear the words of the Jewish boys, and I understood that Fred was still angry with me again. The reason was very simple. I did not attend the welcome ceremony for myself by the deputies in the city of Marseille. Many of them were the murderers of Napoleon indirectly. Although I could not punish them, I would not meet with any of them. This was the oath I made in front of the colonel’s tombstone after I set off.

In awe, I lifted up the thick iron plate, looked at the gradually different trees, fields and villages outside the window, felt the strong wind and the slower and lower temperatures, and the distance between me and Paris was slowly shortening. Inadvertently, I found that my butler had been drooping and talking to himself for an hour, so I leaned over, touched his ear, and asked loudly: "My dear old butler, are you thinking about Dad Qian or Mom Qian?!"

After hearing the words, before Sandro reacted, Juliss almost laughed out loud. Perhaps fearing the majesty of his former housekeeper, the boy turned his head in pain and tried his best to stop his voice. However, Sandro did not express anything. After continuing to complete his verse, he said expressionlessly: "I am praising the great Moses and King Solomon, a daily compulsory course for adult Jews. And you, my general, see you confidently, I believe that your course is ready today."
Chapter completed!