Chapter 387 7.41 In Paris

At the same time

The Duchy of France, the imperial city of Paris.

Bishop Francis opened his heavy eyelids. He lifted up the long pink leg that was pressing on him.

He got off the bed, hummed a little tune and put on the embroidered thick robe, and did not forget to gently pat the tender cheek of the girl on the bed.

"I never thought that I would be able to sleep with the French singer one day."

"The identity of the kingdom's envoy is really a strong medicine for a young girl in love! No wonder so many people are desperate to climb up!"

"Standing on the top of the mountain, the scenery is really infinitely beautiful!"

"Praise Loki! Praise the Holy Lord!"

The exquisite silk nightgown sticks to the skin, bringing a silky touch like flowing water. Walking barefoot to the stove, Bishop Francis grabbed a cold croissant, skewered it with tongs, and approached the fire of the fireplace.

The rich aroma of butter emanated, and the old bishop didn't care that the bread was hot, and stretched out his hand to tear it open.

When the fine tissue like layers of gold yarn appeared, he sighed again: "When it comes to eating, these French guys know how to eat!"

"They can make simple bread like a work of art, layered and delicate like a honeycomb! This is really an amazing craft."

"Oh, right"

"Why should I eat what's left over from lunch today? Is it a bad habit I got from living with those poor Vikings for a long time?!"

"No, no! If the canary on the bed sees this, how can I survive in Paris in the future! She will think I'm a vulgar nouveau riche?!"

The old priest immediately put down the half-eaten bread in his hand. He grabbed the butler bell on the table and rang it twice. A pleasant and crisp bell sounded. After just two breaths, there were three restrained knocks on the bedroom door.

Francis shouted "Come in".

The French butler in a capable black robe had appeared behind him.

"Call a few maids in and clear the food off the table."

"Oh, and send someone to the Golden Lily Cafe on the corner to buy me a few freshly baked croissants. I want the ones with caramel and chocolate sauce!"

"Buy me a few lemon cakes with custard pudding, and don't forget two more cups of coffee."

"Sleeping with a woman is really a physical job"

After mumbling all his requests, Francis was surprised to find that the old butler had not left yet.

"Master, from the French Merchants' Association"

The butler was interrupted by Father Francis before he finished speaking.

"No!"

"Damn it, I've already said that I won't see anyone! There are only two whale oil sellers in such a big city, and the Cold Stone Family accounts for 80% of the market share! I have to hold on for another two months to get a reasonable price!"

The old Father waved his hand and turned to walk into the room.

"It would have been fine if I hadn't come. I only realized after coming here that these bastards have been taking advantage of us for so many years."

"They used some broken food and cheap weapons to take hundreds of thousands of gold coins from the pockets of the Vikings!"

"I mean to tell them that from the moment Master Francis entered the city, I will be in charge of Viking whale oil!"

"You really pushed me to the edge, I will send the fleet directly to Constantinople! Anyway, it's not a big deal to work hard once a year, so this month's journey is not a big deal."

The Consul General's Office of the "Normandy Region" has been open for 5 months, and most of the meetings received by Archbishop Francis are the owners of major soap factories, candle factories, oil paint factories, cosmetics workshops and sex toys stores.

Everyone wants to get as many whale oil quotas as possible. At the same time, they also hope to bribe the old archbishop to lower the price internally.

As smart as Francis is, of course he will not consider this suggestion of these vampires "now".

Therefore, he has been closed for 4 months.

It's like making a stew.

Whale oil is an indispensable blending agent for soap, pigments and women's cosmetics. This precious resource will never have trouble finding buyers. With key resources in hand, the old priest must stew until they scratch their heads and feel itchy in their hearts to achieve the best results.

"Haha! It's good enough that I don't raise the price for you. Do you still want to fill the warehouse at a low price?"

"No way!"

With a contemptuous smile on his lips, the old priest scratched the delicate beard that was carefully trimmed on his lips. He was about to close the door and was surprised to find that the old butler was still standing there.

"What?"

The old butler pursed his lips and said respectfully: "Master Francis, the one who came today is not one of those workshop handmade merchants."

"The one who visited today is Mr. Durand Solonis, the president of the French Merchants' Association."

"This is his name card."

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There are 7 commercial streets in Paris, and the Solonis family owns 3 of them.

In other words, nearly half of the shops in the city are owned by their family.

The name of "Duran Solonis" is known to everyone in Paris. All people doing business in this city, whether shipping or purchasing, must go through the Chamber of Commerce for filing and unified scheduling.

In this way, the Chamber of Commerce can not only protect the interests of foreign merchants and prevent them from buying fakes. It can also unify the price of goods to avoid vicious competition or malicious hoarding among merchants.

The fact that Paris has become the capital of luxury goods in the Western Continent is due to the Merchants' Union.

According to common sense, this living Buddha with the same status as "Long Legs" Edward would never take the initiative to visit a diplomat from a small marginal country like Francis.

You know, even when the Duke got married, the arrogant French did not even crawl to send an envoy.

At this time, the president came to find him late at night, and Bishop Francis subconsciously thought that he must have no good intentions.

"Okay, I know."

"You go and greet him first, take him around, and see the output of my "Normandy Region."

"I'll wash my face and come later."

After buying this mansion, Francis's house has been empty for a long time. In the past, the most frequent visitors were the fallen women he recruited into the house, and some small bosses of handicraft workshops.

"Diamond Flower" Durand was the first big fish who took the initiative to visit him after he accepted this job. Bishop Francis found a dark blue thick robe to wear, and before leaving, he did not forget to take out a little cologne and apply it on his temples and wrists.

"Very good."

"I look damn civilized now!"

Satisfied with his appearance, he walked down the stairs quickly.

He didn't notice that the soprano actress brought back from the opera house on the bed had opened her beautiful eyes.