Chapter Seventy-Seven: Isabel's Friend Asking for support
New books, ask for recommendations, ask for support
An old horse-drawn cab rumbled through the bustling streets of Paris and into an inconspicuous alley.
On the street at the entrance of the alley is a faΓ§ade with a sign of Jardine Matheson, with only a small faΓ§ade, which is just a small office. The door of the carriage was pushed open, and out of it came a man in a trench coat, with a high collar and a tweed in a polite low pressure, threw the coachman a few silver coins, looked around, and then pushed the door into the small office of Jardine Matheson. After entering the office, he took off the hat that was pressed against his head, revealing his true face.
It was Bai Siwen, the chess piece that Zhu Jishi threw into China thousands of miles away.
The office of Jardine Matheson was empty, only a slightly older foreigner sat behind a desk, heard someone come in, looked up, and said coldly in English: "Bai Siwen is here?" β
Bai Siwen immediately bowed respectfully, took out an envelope from his pocket, and handed it to the foreigner with both hands, "Mr. Jardine, there is a list here, on which are the names of the books that Zhu Jishi asked me to bring back to China. β
It turns out that this foreigner is also surnamed Jardine! However, it is not William, the big boss of Jardine Matheson. Jardine, but his nephew Thomas. Jardine.
Thomas. Jardine tore open the envelope, took out the list inside and looked at it, snorted lightly, and touched his mustache, "It's quite a lot, this Zhu Jishi really thinks he is a reformer?" β
Bai Siwen echoed with a smile: "That is, the laws of the Qing Dynasty are all ancestral family laws, and they can't be changed at all." β
Thomas. Jardine stared at Bai Siwen gloomily for a long time, shook his head and said: "It's okay to change it, but you can't install Zhu Jishi's idea to change, his vision of doing business is still so-so, and some ideas are very good, but he is not a shrewd politician, and he can't preside over this kind of stock reform at all." My uncle thinks a lot of money about you, Svensson. β
"Where can I do such a big thing? I, Bai Siwen, can have a future in the customs road, and I will be content. Bai Siwen replied with a smile.
Thomas. Jardine smiled and shook his head, took out a package from the drawer, and handed it to Bai Sven. "This is 1,000 grains of 'Wanchao Solution', which is a gift from Jardine Matheson to the emperor of the Qing Dynasty."
"This medicine ......" Bai Siwen took the package and said hesitantly: "There are rules for the use of medicine in the palace. β
"Give it a try." Thomas. Jardine saw Bai Sven's doubts on his face and smiled: "Prozac is not a poison, it may contain a small amount of H loin and cocaine, and eating a little less will not be addictive at all." Moreover, it has a relieving effect on almost all illnesses and discomforts, and can also make people feel happy and uplifted, and it is one of the fist products of Hero Pharmaceutical! The French government had already procured tens of thousands of pounds of Prozac for demoralized soldiers on the Algerian front, and the British government had also purchased a lot of it, and the navy and army had equipped it with the drug because it relieved seasickness and discomfort. β
Bai Sven bowed down, "The little one thanked Mr. Jardine." β
Thomas. Jardine smiled and nodded, "If the Qing Emperor likes this solution, Svensson, your future will be extremely bright." β
"It's all the cultivation of Mr. Jardine and you, Bai Siwen is unforgettable." Bai Swin paused, and then asked, "I wonder if Mr. Jardine has anything to serve in the future?" β
Thomas. Jardine said: "I haven't thought about it now. β
"Didn't think about it?" Bai Sven looked at Thomas in a daze. Jardine.
Thomas. Jardine picked up a cigar, lit it and took a puff, exhaling a cloud of white smoke, "For us, you are a long-term investment, but also a venture capital, we are prepared to lose money, as for the return...... Wait until you're qualified to ask that question. He looked at Bai Siwen and smiled slightly, "In fact, you can become a high-ranking official of the Chinese imperial court, which is the most rewarding thing for us, and in this regard, we and Zhu Jishi have the same goal." β
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With a squeak, Zhu Jishi's door was pushed open, except for a gust of breeze coming in, it was Isabel, a beautiful woman who had been missing for a while. She was wearing an ordinary Western dress today, but it still brought out her angry figure, and she also pressed a somewhat large sunhat on her head, blocking most of her pretty face.
"Coming back?" As soon as Zhu Jishi's words came out, he was suddenly stunned, because he found that Isabel did not come back alone, and she was also led by a man in a gray old military uniform, about 30 years old and almost 40 years old, with a mustache, hooked nose, and very attentive eyes, looking at Zhu Jishi with blazing eyes.
Seeing a guest coming, Zhu Jishi hurriedly got up to greet him and asked, "Isabel, who is this gentleman?" β
"Jason, he's Louie. Duran, my friend, I would like to take him back to England with me. β
"You're Sir Zhu Jishi?" That Louis. Roland stepped forward and took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, shook it with Zhu Jishi, and then sat on the side by himself.
"Back to England?" Zhu Jishi asked with some uncertainty, "Isabel, when are you going to leave?" β
He didn't plan to return to England so soon, who knows if the anger of that queen Bixia has subsided? Let's go around Germany, Belgium, and the Netherlands. And this Louis. The relationship between Duran and Isabel made him a little curious, and he said: "This man is the same surname as Madame Duran's deceased husband, and may be a relative of Madame Duran?" And Isabel this chick should not be with this Louie. Duran fell in love, right? β
"Leave early tomorrow morning to Calais, and I'll go with you, as well as Louis and Maria."
"Ming, tomorrow?" Zhu Jishi was stunned for a moment, tomorrow is to send Bai Siwen and Andrew. The day Jones left for China. The French mission of LasΓ©ny will leave Calais tomorrow before leaving Paris, and he and Maria will give them a ride, but they will not go all the way to Calais?
"Isabel, what do you mean? You and I go to Calais with Maria and this Monsieur Duran? β
Isabel smiled and nodded, "That's right, let's go to Calais together, and go back to England together!" Maria had the ships ready. β
This tone is non-negotiable, it seems to be ordering Zhu Jishi! And Maria. Clementina seems to have known about this Louis for a long time. Duran's arrival, and the ship ready, what the hell is going on?
Zhu Jishi agreed to Isabel with a full question, and "forced" Maria to ask in the bedroom that night. Clementina, but the politician in bed was also tight-lipped and refused to reveal half a word, and said that everything had been arranged properly, and there would be absolutely no problems along the way, which made him absolutely reassured.
What are the risks of crossing a strait tens of kilometers wide from Paris to England? Can you use it with absolute peace of mind? Hearing this, Zhu Jishi was even more worried in his heart. And early the next morning, on the way to the Wharf d'Orsay (French Ministry of Foreign Affairs) in a horse-drawn carriage, Zhu Jishi suddenly found that the streets of Paris were full of soldiers carrying rifles, looking like they were facing a great enemy!
"Maria, what's wrong?" Zhu Jishi turned his head to look at Maria. Clementina, "I guess you must know, right?" β
Maria. Clementina smiled slightly, "The night before yesterday, there was a prison escape incident in Ham Fortress, and someone blew up the outer wall of the fortress with the ammonium nitrate explosive you invented. Bonaparte escaped from prison and absconded! β