On March 15, 1644, while Gao Mo was lying in the manor outside the city, Julian, wearing a formal outfit, suddenly rushed in with a happy look on his face.

"Gao, good news." Julian said to Gomo with some excitement. "Barl Eland will go to the outskirts of Bordeaux this afternoon to hunt. Baron Loris and Baron Toulouse's heir Frank will accompany you. After their efforts, you have five minutes to talk to the Baron in the afternoon. There are people in Baron Eland's family who are clerks next to the financial director, Lord Fukai. This is an amazing figure. Our affairs may be here. You should prepare well."

"Is this person reliable? I mean he is willing to help?" Gao Mo also sat up and said with a serious expression: "If this person also wants to interfere in the cotton business, maybe we will lose more than we have, because he will definitely share our profits, which is very unfavorable to us. Instead of doing this, I think it's better to pay taxes honestly, at least we still have to make a profit at the moment."

"Gao, you're thinking too simple." Julian looked at Gaomo with a strange look and said, "Do you think this taxation was an isolated incident? No, this is not the whole truth! According to the information I just found out, this taxation incident is just the beginning. The new prime minister is a ruthless person. He has decided to revive France's economy. For this reason, he has introduced three hundred latest hydraulic textile machinery from the Netherlands and recruited many bankrupt handicraftsmen to follow your example to form a

Large textile workshops. These textile machinery were redesigned by the Dutch after years of research and improvement, and the efficiency is far higher than before. Although it may still be inferior to yours. However, the gap between them has been narrowed. The products of textile factories will be mainly cotton. Secondly, there will be a small amount of woolen wool. The raw materials of cotton are imported from the West Indies and Brazil. The wool is partially solved by domestically and partially imported from the Ottoman Empire. Who made the British ban the export of wool? It's high, and we have a big trouble."

After hearing what Julian said, Gao Mo felt something was wrong. The current domestic self-sufficiency rate of cotton among the East Coast people is only a little over 50%, and the rest are imported from Brazil, French Santo Domingo, and Florida. If the French also purchase a large amount of cotton from the plantation owners here, it will inevitably cause a sharp increase in the price of cotton, which will undoubtedly increase the cost of the East Coast people. Moreover, what is even more terrifying is that because the French have relatively limited maritime strength, in order to transport these raw materials, they will inevitably hire a large number of transport ships in the international market, which will undoubtedly push up the rental of transport ships. For the East Coast people who are still seriously insufficient to transport tonnage of merchant ships, if the rent of transport ships rises, it will also increase the cost of goods for the East Coast people. In short, the French who are crazy about money are coming in a fierce manner, and the situation of the East Coast people looks very bad.

"Damn!" Gao Mo cursed. "He is really a special prime minister. Well, I'm going to prepare, and where will we meet this Baron? And, are you sure he can help? You also said that this is the will of the prime minister, and it is not very likely that he will change his course, right?"

"Go to my manor. We have to try it. If you don't have it, you'll find another way." Julian said concisely, "As long as I arrange everything. The big man's temper may be a bit weird, try not to make him angry."

Gao Mo nodded, and after changing into the East Coast formal attire, he put on a top hat, and then hurriedly boarded Julian's carriage with a military officer who came with him and headed towards the outskirts of Bordeaux.

To be honest, spring is not a suitable season for hunting. Because after a winter consumption, animals are now skinny and have no oil. But what does it matter? You must know that the prey of men is not just those pheasants running all over the ground, hares, etc., but also the groups of belles sitting around the hunting ground. These Lady Bordeaux dressed in Baroque costumes sat on the sidelines and whispered, and occasionally glanced at the gentlemen and gentlemen in hunting clothes in the hunting ground.

These children from the same family of atrocities also held their heads up and their hormones were quickly secreted, and they wanted to attract the eyes of these ladies and ladies immediately. Baron Elland is undoubtedly the protagonist today. This young man from a northern aristocratic family has a prominent background and is currently learning elegant theology, history and poetry knowledge from some famous scholars. In addition, he is handsome, so he is also a little famous in the circle of aristocratic ladies in Paris. Today, he promised to hunt outside Bordeaux just to have fun. He has been lingering in the Paris social circle for many years and occasionally doesn't mind savoring the fragrance of ladies and ladies in the southern city of Bordeaux.

Julian and others parked the carriage in the manor in a low-key manner, and then a group of people stood carefully somewhere, waiting for the news. About twenty minutes later, a middle-aged man with a butler came over and saw him glance at Gao Mo with a reserved and proud look, and Lieutenant Zheng Yong, a military officer wearing an army dress behind him, and then said: "Tartars, you have five minutes to talk to the respected Baron. This is your honor, please pay attention to your etiquette. Then, please come with me now."

Gao Mo and the other two followed the housekeeper with a serious face. After walking for about five or six minutes, they finally met the Baron's Excellency by the stable. Baron Elland was really young, tall and well-proportioned, with very soft face lines, and with full blonde hair and extremely neatly trimmed beard, he looked quite attractive. It is said that this young nobleman had fought with the Spanish Flanders last year with Prince Conde. At that time, he was a cavalry officer and had personally participated in the impact on the Spanish cavalry. Therefore, he was a young man and was not a useless playboy.

"I know what you are here for the Tatars, or East Coast people." Baron Eland, dressed in a red hunting suit, said casually while packing his bags with the help of his servants: "But this matter is really difficult to deal with. The Prime Minister has a firm will. He has made up his mind to develop his country's textile industry so that all foreign merchants can be driven away. The noble France does not need the existence of vampires. Please forgive me for my directness. Maybe my words make you uncomfortable, but this is the fact that no one can change. Not only you, the English, the Dutch, the Italians and the damn Jews, will all be driven away. This is the reality, the unique reality of France."

"Maybe you have many reasons for your own..." Baron Eland reached out to stop Gomo who was about to speak, then turned over and sat on the horse's back and said to Gomo: "But France's will cannot be disobeyed. You will have the honor of witnessing the rise of a great country. Is the young man behind you an officer? Very beautiful clothes! I hope your bravery is as praiseworthy as your clothes!"

"The bravery of the ** people of the East Coast of China are undoubtedly, and we have proved this on many occasions." Zheng Yong, who was still a junior high school student before traveling through time, was not overwhelmed and immediately responded to the other party's provocation in French: "If anyone dares to endanger the interests of the East Coast of China, we will use the saber in our hands to make the most resolute response."

Gao Mo sighed in his heart, this young man! He was so young that he couldn't stand the excitement of others. He said such tough words on such occasions, which was a rhythm of messing up the matter. The people in the military headquarters were really hateful. He insisted on stuffing a so-called military officer around him, but you chose a more steady person and picked such a tender guy over. He really had no worries and couldn't do anything hard. He really wanted to kill him!

Baron Elland was stunned at first, then sneered and said, "Interesting East Coast people, I hope we will have a chance to meet again in the future. Okay, I am still busy, please come back." After that, without waiting for Gao Mo and others to reply, he clamped his legs and galloped forward under the crowd of his servants.

Looking at Baron Elland's long back, Gao Mo was also a little depressed. The other party was not even interested in talking to him more. Obviously, this matter was gone, but today it was really awkward. He rushed to the door but ate such a hard nail. He was in his forties and was sent off like a bed bug by such a boy in his early twenties. He felt unhappy when he thought about it.

After returning to the departure place, Julian immediately stepped forward to ask the result of the matter. Although he no longer had any hope, he was lucky. However, Gao Mo's reply shattered his last fantasy, and several people returned to the East Coast store with dejected expression.

"The matter is already very clear." Gao Mo rubbed his face and said, "The new prime minister wants to make money, maybe he wants it himself, maybe the country is short of money, in short, he has set his sights on our business. I even suspect that this matter is mainly because of Fukai's financial director. France has exhausted the treasury due to the war. The 30 million Liver (about 150 million yuan) taxes collected every year are basically spent on the country's huge bureaucracy and continuous foreign wars.
Chapter completed!