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

Maybe all the veterans will disappear like this.

Although I came here because of your reputation when you were at the top, I will not leave you when you are at the bottom. Come on FAEZ CLAN! Come on G2 Esports!

Chapter 31 Is this the United Chamber of Commerce? How funny!

Lavoisier was a little confused about the current situation.

This was his first time to participate in negotiations, but when he was young, he had the experience of being a royal library administrator for a year when he was studying at the University of Paris. He had read books of this kind before, and some files of negotiation scenes were also stored in the books, so he was not unfamiliar with the process in this regard.

But what is the situation of these people now? Lavoisier looked at the files he had written. When he showed them to others, they either thought that he had written them randomly or that there was something wrong with the thinking of the two negotiating parties.

He couldn't understand why the United Chamber of Commerce, a group of extremely smart guys, suddenly failed. Could it be that something went wrong before he came? But the people who had leverage over them in Paris were not here.

He was full of doubts and confusion as he wrote the file with a look of pain on his face. He had to at least finish it.

Actually, it was nothing. Before the two negotiating parties entered the negotiation table, they were still looking forward to this negotiation in a harmonious and happy atmosphere. The rumors that the United Chamber of Commerce was going to set a trap for Alvin and blackmail him by taking advantage of his lack of understanding of France, and the rumors that he was forced to sign an unequal contract were all nonsense.

Yes, that's nonsense. Because after seeing something, they were forced to temporarily cancel these measures.

Because the things Alvin took out were deadly enough.

"Before the negotiations begin, I intend to give Mr. Brissot a small gift. Here, take out those things."

Napoleon had given up on Alvin's inexplicable name for him and placed the thick notebook on the table.

"A little gift, to show respect." He pointed out with a malicious look. This was indeed a big gift, in many ways, and Alvin was looking forward to the expressions on their faces.

"Look at the thickness of that book. You wouldn't give it to them, would you?"

They began to shuffle the gift, and the sound of papers flying filled the air.

Facing Napoleon's question, Alvin admitted it lightly. "That's right. You got it right."

The paper even began to dance, making cheerful sounds as the wind from the Atlantic Ocean blew.

"However, that is the account book of Finance Minister Clavier's embezzlement of national military funds. Here, you are really young. How could I expose all my secrets like this?" He turned sideways to look at the window. The sun was shining brightly and the weather was gentle, as if nothing had happened.

But just as the Marquis de Condorcet was about to destroy the account book that could change the domestic situation in France, he discovered that the white evidence in front of Brissot had disappeared.

"Tsk, tsk~" The skylark's cry broke the situation. After flying around the room twice, it placed the evidence that affected the fate of everyone at the other end of the negotiation table on Alvin's palm.

"Let's go quickly, it won't be safe here soon."

At this point, if they still don't know what the newcomers are here for, all these years of hard work will be in vain.

"Do you know the Curse of Glamorgan?"

"In order to expand his territory, the King of Wales at that time recruited people who claimed other territories under his command and granted them a piece of land to make them his vassals. Then he conquered the territories of other principalities in the name of 'standing up for his vassal'. After the success, he invited 'representatives of the people' to force those who had previously accepted his fiefdom to hand over the territory. When they were rejected, he launched a war and killed the other party without leaving a single piece of armor and put them in a dungeon. In this way, he took back the territory that he had previously granted."

"In just 20 years, Glamorgan changed hands several times. In addition to the King of Wales, seven unlucky people successively served as the Earl of Glamorgan. Among them, only the Duke of Connaught chose to back down after receiving the blackmail letter from the 'representatives of the people' and voluntarily handed over the territory to keep the duke title in hand. Thus, he went down in history as the 'Duke of Connaught' who knew the big picture."

The Curse of Glamorgan was something Alvin learned in class when he was in school. Now that he told this story to his negotiating opponent, the effect was self-evident.

"If I don't return to Your Highness today to report, then the United Chamber of Commerce will become a piece of history buried in the dust of the past."

"Make your choice. Do you choose to be the sensible Duke of Connaught? Or the stupid Albert?"

There were footsteps outside the stairs. It seemed that the middleman was about to arrive. Alvin didn't have much time left, so he decided to play one of his trump cards.

"Minister of the Interior Roland or Minister of the Interior Lafayette, it's up to you to choose."

"We choose...to submit to His Majesty the King."

Brisso covered his face with his hands and closed his eyes. When did he lose the initiative?

When you open the account book?

Was it when Condorcet failed?

still......

Of course it was when you personally came down to invite me upstairs. Stupid old man, the older you get, the less courageous you become. You were just dazzled by a few words. How can you still back down? Alvin looked at these old guys who had no choice but to accept this fact and shook his head.

"Here, is it still there?" He reminded His Majesty the Emperor who had been standing behind him for a long time. He was probably the only one in history who could use the future French Emperor as his secretary.

But it's enough to do this kind of thing once. If you do it too many times and really turn Napoleon into CTY, you will have to apologize to Alaya, and you may even have to work as a temporary worker. It's not worth it no matter how you think about it.

"Ah...yeah, it's still there. Alvin, you're really amazing. I, I..."

It's totally worth it. If I had this opportunity to learn on the spot every time, why would I sell oranges? I could just follow Alvin every day.

"These people must be supervised and, if necessary, controlled and intervened in, and they must not be allowed to participate in politics."

"But what does this have to do with me?"

"You will need it in the future, for sure."

Because you are the Emperor of France, Napoleon Bonaparte.

Finally, under Lavoisier's puzzled gaze, Alvin Vashak, the "Royal Special Messenger" who used the tiger's skin as a banner, and the representatives of the Paris United Chamber of Commerce signed a contract that did not cede any territory or humiliate any rights, but only collected money.

"Voltaire, can you do it?" He held the signed contract in front of Voltaire and smiled as if he was trying to evade taxes.

But what Alvin didn't notice was that this time Voltaire did not jump out and launch a verbal counterattack as he did in the past. Instead, he looked at Alvin, who was showing off, with some concern.

After you have squeezed out all their value, are you going to let them die in an "assassination"?

Alvin Vasak, what on earth were you thinking?

PS1: Watching this match between Poland and the Basketball World Cup really raised my blood pressure, right to the end...

Zhou Qi, you are really awesome, 35 turnovers in 5 seconds??? Are you the Polish Tieqi?

PS2: Episode 01 is the best episode of Reiwa Knights. Who agrees and who disagrees?

PS3：80级的CBA技能7/7/7，就是我了。

Chapter 32 Do you believe that Notre Dame will disappear one day?

While Alvin was displaying his rogue spirit in Paris, doing whatever he wanted, the real protagonists were still on their way in a carriage.

A long journey is always boring, just like when you travel to Yunnan, you actually spend the whole day by car. In order to kill time, people will always come up with various ways to kill time.

"One against ten."

"Yes, Q."

"Pass."

"Ms. Joan of Arc, aren't you going to play yet?" Mashu looked at the last two cards in Joan of Arc's hand. She had been shouting for three minutes in a row that she couldn't afford them anymore. The "innocent" little Eggplant, in the spirit of getting to the bottom of things, chased after Joan of Arc with four big words.

I'm curious.

Finally, under Mashu's constant questioning, the Saint Lady had to reveal her last card.

One to three.

"Wuwuwu Mashu, you are bullying me..." Jeanne threw away the pitiful pair of clubs in her hand and fell into autism. After losing countless games, she finally got the cards she wanted, and at that time she was already thinking about the scene of her own big kill.

And it was indeed the case. After a few rounds, the novice Jeanne had played almost all of her cards, only to find that she still had two cards in her hand, and then...

There's no after that.

"Well, Miss Jeanne, actually Mashu is not bullying you. According to professional terms, this is called literary fighting." The voice of the carriage's assistant driver Fujimaru Ritsuka came from outside the window. It seems that a new skill has been added to this second round of travel.

"Wendou...?" Da Vinci, who had just sent Romani back to take over, heard a new word, but couldn't understand it for a moment, so she chose the Chaldea employees who had worked with a certain man.

"By the way, do you know what a literary fight is?"

A single stone can cause a thousand ripples. Leonardo da Vinci's unintentional action set off the rhythm of the entire control room.

"Literary battle? Da Vinci, if you keep talking about that, I won't be sleepy anymore."

"This story started three years ago, when Allen was playing CWCG. Whenever FAZE won a game, he would yell to the other team, "Wake up, let's fucking go." Another time, he took out a clock and put it next to him. Every time he won, he would hit the clock with a small wooden hammer. He was definitely a master at setting the pace."

As the conversation deepened, these guys who had been suppressed for too long even started a literary battle on the spot.

“Oyoy oy oy, oy, oy, oy, oy, oy!”

"Where are my teammates? Where are my teammates? Where are my teammates?! Where are my teammates?"

"Goodbye, baby~!"

"Ding Ding Ding Mother XXXXer"

Even Russian appeared.

"Lakad Matataaag! Normalin, Normalin."

Seeing these guys suddenly getting excited, Da Vinci was even more puzzled. I was thinking, I was there at that time, why is there such a big difference?

Wait, I seemed to have been in the workshop at that time...

The few people at the singularity were a little confused when they heard the cheers coming from the control room.

No, why are you guys so excited all of a sudden? Ophelia and Joan of Arc were staring at each other. If they hadn't heard the sound of Da Vinci controlling the situation, they would have thought that Chaldea had been robbed.

"If it's CWCG, I might know something."

Mashu leaned against the small window of the carriage, looking at the sky through the gaps. The huge white halo was still burning, and perhaps the end would never be seen. She had finally realized her original wish of coming out of the isolation room and contacting this world, but as a price, someone had left Chaldea.

"Aoife, and Miss Jeanne, do you want to hear a story? A story about ordinary people."

Aku Hinako, who had been silent all this time, put down the book in her hand.

"I'm curious" appeared on the French girl's face.

Ophelia held Matthew's hand.

Ritsuka, who was outside the car, leaned his body closer into the car.

Scathach watched all this, thinking slightly.

"At that time, Dr. Roman was not as steady as she is now. She would make small mistakes occasionally, but there would always be someone to help her make up for it. I occasionally heard people passing by mention his name a few times."

"And one day in April, I finally met this person who survived in other people's stories."

While Joan of Arc was sitting in the carriage and listening to Mathieu telling stories about the past, the protagonist of the story was sitting on a cruise ship along the Seine River, sightseeing the scenery of Paris.

"To be honest, when I received the invitation from Miss Margaret, I was shocked. I didn't expect you would actually invite me here."

"But you came after all." She sat at the other end of the boat. Between them was a wooden tea table, which was said to be made of oriental rosewood. On it were two teacups and a teapot.

"I dare not disobey the lady's invitation, haha." Alvin was not restrained at all. He picked up the teacup and started to taste it.

"Ceylon black tea from India, try it."

“Very nice, thanks for the treat.”

"So, now that the United Chamber of Commerce has changed hands, what should I do as a vase? Mr. Alvin Vashak, who directly serves His Majesty the King?"

Mrs. Roland's resentful eyes pierced Alvin, making him feel a little embarrassed. They had clearly agreed to discuss it another day, but they just bypassed him and went to negotiate with those guys.

“How does it feel to get something for nothing?”

"To be honest, it feels pretty good. The tiger skin of Louis XVI is really useful." He did not hide his true thoughts. Perhaps this is the way of dealing with smart people.

But Mrs. Roland was very unwilling. After receiving such important news, these old guys did not even discuss it with her. When she hurriedly rushed to the scene, what she saw was the signed contract in black and white.

But there is nothing we can do about it, because this is the trend of mainstream society now.

Even though the dust has settled, she still has a question in her heart that she wants the mysterious man in front of her to answer.

"What are you doing all this for?"

Just for the change of ownership of the United Chamber of Commerce, he made many preparations, including information collection, plan formulation, field investigation, and the final move of building a plank road in the open while marching secretly.

Could all this really be accomplished by one person in just a few weeks?

And who knows if this might just be the beginning?

This man with a mysterious origin and seemingly omnipotent made her feel a little interested.

Alvin smiled and did not answer the question. Instead, he said something incredible.

“Do you believe that Notre Dame will disappear one day?”

PS1: The school’s curriculum is so crazy!

PS2: The level of this Basketball World Cup... is hard to describe, Jiuyue Qiji?

PS3: Qin Huang has a traveler, Tian Ge is the son of Suzhou, and Caliph Shuang has nothing, wuwuwu.