Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

She opened this even more irresistible proposal, and as the pages changed, she was dazzled by the great ideas written on the paper.

For example, the industry called logistics uses less fees and commissions to transport products, and can occupy the market while promoting them. By the time the nobles realize this, it is too late, and they can only use amounts much higher than the market price to circulate goods.

The most important thing is the agreement signed by 11 tax officials and His Majesty the King. In simple terms, it can be summed up in four words:

Reduce taxes.

"Well, actually this thing is not our work. To be more precise, it is the work of His Majesty the King. I was shocked when we learned that he was going to reduce taxes on industry and commerce. But now that I think about it, His Majesty the King should have sent out a message."

"He has become fed up with what the nobles have done. But their power is deeply entrenched, and he has no way to start, so he wants to win the support of industry and commerce."

"This is a copy, by the way, so don't worry."

As a government tax officer, Lavoisier was not the kind of guy who was obsessed with research and ignored worldly affairs. On the contrary, he had a first-class sense of the political situation.

"Mr. Lavoisier is right, but one thing should be noted: Louis XVI's behavior is tantamount to digging his own grave."

"Give me a little hint, ma'am."

“Have you ever thought about becoming the master of this country?”

"What——" she couldn't help but exclaim.

It's not like we haven't seen this kind of drama before. For example, there was a good drama in the country across the sea.

But this is France!

Is it possible...

"Hush. Please be quiet, ma'am. It's not good to disturb those who are sleeping."

Alvin placed his right index finger on his lips, signaling her to be quiet.

"So, can this agreement or something be signed?"

PS1: I regret it now, I really regret it.

PS2: TI is what I want, and Major is what I want, but I can't have both, so I did it.

PS3: Do you still understand what Zi-O is doing?

Chapter 27: Are we going to dream back to TI8?

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"What do you want, Mr. Alvin?"

When you let others set the price, it means you have lost the initiative.

In Mrs. Roland's opinion, Alvin's negotiation skills were not very sophisticated, but the resources and bargaining chips he possessed were not available to ordinary people.

"It's very simple."

"Everything. I need Chaldea to get all the unconditional support in France."

He picked up the quill and wrote his name on the contract.

"Please take another look at the contract, ma'am. I believe this will be a win-win cooperation." Alvin handed the contract, which was almost like getting something for nothing, back to Mrs. Roland.

"I slightly modified the content. After all, I took such a big advantage, and I felt bad about it."

She took the final contract.

At first glance, it looks no different from the previous one, except for a few numbers changed, which is acceptable.

Wait, the number you changed is too big!

800 million francs???

Did you rob the treasury? Or did you take a trip from the Knights Templar?

Everyone present saw the change in Mrs. Roland's expression. They were all people who had experienced many ups and downs, and had been imprisoned and expelled from the country.

How come he becomes a different person when he comes to you?

With this in mind, Baron Montesquieu walked over to Madame Roland to find out what was going on. He was curious about what Alvin had changed to make such a well-educated person lose his composure.

"Quoi? Quoi? Quoi?" (What the hell? What the hell? What the hell is this?)

The tone went from light to heavy, gradually becoming unbelievable, and in the end he even added the action of wiping his monocle, which indirectly illustrates the shock that Alvin's contract brought to people.

Of course, this is not about reading comprehension, but a hallucination brought about by some people staying up late to do their homework.

"Are you really willing to do this, Mr. Alvin?"

Mrs. Roland quickly recovered from the shock of this sky-high contract. She began to think about the possibility that this was a scam. After all, the value represented by this number was not as simple as what was written on the paper.

But I nipped this idea in the bud, because it was not realistic.

Three guys who have left their names in history and one of the only 11 tax collectors in this country teamed up with this unknown guy in front of them to stage a shocking scam?

Is it a bit wrong for me to use the word "unknown"?

As Alvin's friendly partner and one of the few people Chaldea can trust in the singularity, the great thinker Mr. Voltaire was ridiculed by his lifelong enemy.

But this time it was different. Rousseau had dissed him for so many years, but this time he was powerless to refute and didn't even have the intention to fight back.

On the way to Madame Roland's house in the evening carriage, Voltaire asked Alving how he would deal with Marie Jean Roland, the Girondist brain.

"The mountain man has his own clever plan."

But Alvin, this is so stupid! You are giving money away for nothing! The question is where do we get the money from?

He also did some calculations. First of all, Alvin came here on behalf of Chaldea, so he certainly didn't have much money; and his source of income was the same as before, he would write about things he hadn't had the chance to write before, and then invest this limited royalty into the unlimited cause of promoting the economic development of France and the reproduction of mankind.

Mr. Shay's entire fortune added up to this amount, but he dared not touch it. He once observed the silver-white blade hidden in his right hand when he went fishing with him on the banks of the Seine.

In order to satisfy his long-lost curiosity, Voltaire changed his decadent lifestyle after arriving at this singularity, and re-explored the spirit of research he had in his youth. He went to the royal library at the Palace of Fontainebleau to study its origins. It was at that time that he met Lavoisier, who also came here to look for information.

The Royal Library did not disappoint him in the end and found the answer in an ancient book from Central Asia.

It was a manuscript, and the contents described in it seemed to him like a priceless treasure. Among them was the same blade as Shay's, but compared to his, this one seemed more complicated.

The signature is Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, a typical Middle Eastern name.

This is undoubtedly a priceless treasure, but for some reason it is sleeping here. Voltaire took advantage of the fact that no one was around and hid it in his arms, intending to take it back and study it carefully.

To sum up, Voltaire himself really didn't know where Alvin's confidence came from, but after looking back and forth between Alvin and Madame Roland, he seemed to understand something and nodded in understanding.

"This is similar to the relationship between me and the Marquise de Chatelet at that time... When in Rome, do as the Romans do? I don't remember ever teaching you this."

"But Mrs. Roland is not that easy to deal with, Alvin, can you?"

Just as Voltaire was preparing to sit back and watch this wonderful show, he received news that the leading actress had gone on strike.

Mrs. Roland looked at the priceless contract again, and the numbers at the bottom still made her dizzy. But this series of additional clauses made her feel very subtle - even though she had already gained a lot of benefits.

If it was not me sitting here today, but someone else, after seeing this guy who threw money in my face appear in front of me, I would probably sign my name directly, establish a harmonious and friendly relationship with him, and finally hug him and shout "good boy".

It is undeniable that the price they offered was indeed very generous, and because of this, I had to spend more time studying what traps there were.

For example, the specified terms that required him to pay 30 francs to the uninvited guest in front of him, and that thing that always felt like something was wrong.

Liquidated damages.

"Mr. Alvin, I have seen your sincerity. If it were me, I would sign my name on it immediately."

This is a standard way of rejecting someone. I heard this a lot when I was in London. To put it simply, they were very touched, but then rejected the offer.

"But this is not something I can decide alone." She lied slightly.

"If possible, can I copy this down and take it back to discuss it with my colleagues, and then give you a reply?"

The same beginning led to a different ending. Alvin naturally agreed to the request, and in a harmonious atmosphere, the first cooperation negotiation between Chaldea and the Girondists ended.

PS1: August 1900.8.25, , God died.

On August 1944.8.25, , the Allied forces recaptured Paris.

Paris Saint-Germain, boom boom boom!

PS2: If someone hadn’t told me that 2.2 was released, I probably wouldn’t have updated it… I was so dumbfounded watching TI.

Chapter 28 That Summer's Fairy Tale

When Alvin and Voltaire appeared on the street, each holding a large glass of beer, it was around two o'clock in the morning. Apart from the carriages parked on the roadside, there were few pedestrians on the street.

Under the dim kerosene street lights, two men were seen walking along the street with their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Legend has it that there were no street lights along the streets of Paris, but 100 years ago, after Louis XIV officially promulgated the city street lighting decree, the nights of Paris were lit up."

"Since then, it's never too late in Paris. Paris is a city that never sleeps. When you stand on the busy Champs-Elysees, you will find that it not only does not become less crowded as night falls, but it seems even more lively than during the day."

"As a result, the Bourbon dynasty is now headed by a guy like Louis XVI. The situation is hopeless."

The unique bitter taste of Bavaria's Kaiser dark beer is unique, but it does not feel refreshing in this summer. Alvin felt a little cold. The usually steady Voltaire's behavior just now seemed a bit like a veiled attack.

The next second, Voltaire questioned Alvin.

"Explain to me what the cooperation contract with the Girondists is all about. Is it a gift of money? Or do you have feelings for them?"

"Calm down, you haven't signed yet."

"Then explain to me what a surprise is."

He pushed Alvin hard against the wall. The frosted bricks made him feel a sharp pain. Traces of blood appeared on Alvin's back, and he couldn't help but let out a "hiss". But this was not the end. When he recovered from the pain, what he saw was a man's fist.

"It seems I really need to teach you what price levels are, you stupid magician. Are the price levels of this era the same as those of your era?"

"What is this gigolo talking about?"

Even a clay man would get angry, let alone Alvin himself, a highly educated person, who naturally could not tolerate being slandered. Under the dim street lights, the two drunks started to wrestle.

In an unlit alley in the distance, after witnessing the argument between Alvin and Voltaire, the maid Margaret chose to leave quietly.

"What did you see, Margaret?" The perfect head maid was asked by her mistress after returning to the mansion.

"Mr. François and Mr. Vashak had an argument, and from the content of their argument we concluded that the 800 million franc contract was Mr. Vashak's own idea." Margaret bowed and reported to Madame Roland.

"Mr. Voltaire really trusted him enough to let an outsider take charge of such an important matter. But now it seems that he miscalculated."

She turned her eyes to the sky-high contract she had asked him to keep, and she already had the answer in her heart.

"How about this, Margaret? Send him an invitation in a few days and tell him that I intend to sign this contract and invite him to take a cruise on our boat to explore the Seine River and reach and further deepen cooperation."

"Of course there are conditions. This meeting will only be between the two of us." Madame Roland's mouth curled up slightly. As one of the leaders of the Girondists, she was bullied and speechless in her dealings with the other two families. However, when facing this newbie, she would definitely fight back and get back her face!

The counterattack starts now!

The Girondins are getting better!

Late Night at Shay's

"You two are really trying hard. Just play the part of being a slave to yourselves to the end." Montesquieu, who appeared out of nowhere, walked in with a medicine box in his hands. He looked at the two guys lying on the sofa with bruised faces and noses, and shook his head helplessly.

"No, Charlie, even if nothing happened today, I would find a chance to give him a good beating." The victim, Mr. Voltaire, lay on the soft bed and said hatefully to the perpetrator, Alvin. After the two men each took a glass of beer and walked out, they discovered the stalker, so they took advantage of the situation and staged a self-torture trick.

The maid's tracking skills were not very good and her experience seemed very insufficient. After seeing this scene, she left with peace of mind.

Voltaire thought so too, just pretending.

But Alvin didn't think so. He followed the principle of making a big deal out of a small matter and a bigger one out of a big matter, and chased Voltaire all the way. Of course, it wasn't Alvin's own credit that he knocked him down on the bed - because Rousseau himself joined in, and the two Paris ambushes beat him until Montesquieu came to mediate.

"I drank too much and don't remember what happened." The suspect leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, pretending to know nothing. He looked like he deserved a beating, and of course he did.

"You dog...hiss...Charlie, you poured a lot of alcohol. Tell me how long I'm going to lie on the bed like this."

"Half a month."

"Just kill me!" Voltaire felt like he had lost his parents and could not get up again.

"The girls on the Champs Elysees are still waiting for me. I still have to make-up them one by one. How can I stop here? Alvin, I'm not done with you!"

At this time, the door was pushed open and Rousseau brought in a basin of water.

"Alvin, the water you asked for." After putting down the basin, he proudly slid to the side of Voltaire who was lying on the bed.

"Oh, isn't this our great thinker, Mr. François-Marie Arouet? How could this happen to a top student who graduated from Cambridge University? He can't be so weak."

Faced with the ridicule of his mortal enemy, Voltaire wanted to fight back, but was held down by Montesquieu.

"If you want to get well soon, just lie still."

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