Vienna, Grizzly Bear Hotel.

Soros is still struggling with when inflation will occur in the Austrian Empire, and he is frantically calculating it again and again.

Soros's beard hadn't been shaved for a long time, and he had to eat and drink in his own room, and if it weren't for the fact that Ferona was bored and let the inn reopen, the room would have been uninhabitable at this time.

Soros's eyes were bloodshot, and his continuous work and the upsurge of qi and blood had brought him to the brink of collapse, both physically and mentally.

However, it is not someone else who refuses to let Soros go, but himself, and Ferrona Merguer has persuaded him several times, but to no avail.

She couldn't understand how the personable, gentle gentleman who had been in Vienna before had become a paranoid just a few days after he had arrived.

They were merchants, Jews, and Americans, and there was absolutely no need to interfere in the affairs of the Europeans, let alone the Emperor of Austria. They are Americans, and they can fully pursue the glorious independence of the British.

What's more, the vocation of a businessman is to make money, and she smelled business opportunities everywhere when she ran the Grizzly Bear Hotel in Vienna during these days.

At this time, Soros's behavior is completely inexcusable with money.

Ferona walked into Soros's room, disgusted by the waste paper and scraps on the floor.

The latter heard the sound of the door being opened, but did not look back, but said.

"Put the food on the ground and you're ready to go."

The former ignored the latter's words and walked straight to the window.

"I said you could go out." Soros accentuated his tone.

At this point, Ferona tore open the curtains.

"Great Sage, it's time for you to get out of the ivory tower."

The sunlight shone in, stabbing Soros's eyes in severe pain, which forced him to cover his eyes.

"Ferrona, what are you doing? Put it down, I still have work to do."

Soros stood up and pushed Ferona down, who sat down on the ground, but instead of being as annoyed as the former, he spoke slowly.

"Your job is to go back and marry me, to use my father's connections to climb to a high place, to a position that my father can't climb."

Ferona's words made Soros sober up a lot, the former was talking about the latter's plan, and he felt a little guilty and embarrassed when he was told it at this time.

"Ferrona, me"

"You don't have to feel guilty, no matter how good I am, I won't be able to climb where my father is in my life. It's predestined from birth, but you're different. And I also like to be looked at like this by men who are stronger than me, your eyes are full of ambition, I know from the first time I see you"

Before Firona could finish her words, she was gagged by Soros, who picked up the former and put him on the bed. Then he closed the door and had an in-depth exchange.

The next day, Firona pressed her chin against Soros's shoulder and watched her husband finally shave off that annoying beard, and the confident, strong, and handsome man returned.

Ferona smiled knowingly, although she was Jewish, she didn't like bearded men. Soros also doesn't like to grow a beard because it would expose his identity and cause him some unnecessary trouble.

In fact, at that time, the vast majority of people regardless of race would grow a beard because it could make them look more mature and stable, especially in some areas such as Northern Europe, which regarded a beard as a sign of luck or ambition, but growing a beard was a symbol of mediocrity and sloppiness in Soros's eyes.

"What are you going to do next?" Ferona asked softly.

Soros kissed the former's hand, then looked at each other and smiled.

"Of course, I want to go back and marry you, and then make a world of my own in the United States."

The two hugged and kissed, and then Ferona asked again.

"And what about this inn?"

"Keep it, maybe I'll come back later."

Royal Palace, Amsterdam, Netherlands.

King Wilhelm II breathed a sigh of relief, and one of the countries that benefited the most from the unhappy parting of Britain and France was the Netherlands. After all, the British are a group of wolves who will take revenge, and if Britain and France join forces, they will definitely take crazy revenge on the Netherlands.

In particular, although the Netherlands itself is not very large, it has a large number of colonies overseas, and many of them have long been targeted by the British.

However, before Wilhelm II could catch his breath, an urgent shipment from Jakarta almost caused him to squirt out a mouthful of old blood.

The British attacked Dutch merchant ships in the South Seas, much to the horror and anger of Wilhelm II.

"Damn pirates! Brigand! ”

Wilhelm II's position in the Netherlands was improved at this time, naturally because of the recovery of Flemish influence, and although the merchants were unhappy, the lower classes and the landed aristocracy were satisfied with the fact that they had received tangible benefits after sending the local Catholics to Austria.

But as soon as they heard about the pirates, all the ministers understood what they meant, the British, this is not easy to mess with, so no one took over, and all of them continued to be dumb below.

Wilhelm II was furious when he saw that his ministers were not concerned with themselves, and hurriedly ended the court meeting and went to his lover to give advice.

The Netherlands is not actually poor, and the population is not too small, but the proximity to Britain is its greatest sorrow.

But now it is fortunate that it has joined the German Customs Union, and it is also a member of half of the German Confederation.

Caroline was startled by Wilhelm II's words, and she didn't know how to answer, but her logic was right to blame Austria for the matter.

"Your Majesty, the Netherlands has joined the German Customs Union, so you might as well go further. So that you can enlist the help of Austria and Prussia. ”

Wilhelm II was a little embarrassed.

"But the German Confederation is all land powers, and I have not heard of any proud achievements at sea, and the navy is probably very weak. They won't help us."

Caroline said seductively.

"Behind the German Confederation was the Holy Alliance."

"But the Holy Alliance doesn't have a naval power." Wilhelm II was a little puzzled.

Although Caroline is from a very low background, she has already understood the stakes when she listens to these intriguing national events all day long.

At this time, Caroline finally understood why so many people hated the imperial system, and if they met such a stupid emperor, it would be better to have nothing.

"But the French do. Piracy is internationally prohibited, and as long as you have evidence, the countries that have enemies with the Anglo-Saxons will do justice for you. ”

"But why should the French help me? To uphold justice, I am afraid that the first person to suffer is itself. ”

Caroline's eyelids jumped, but she said patiently.

"Because the biggest contradiction between the world and Britain is now France, if they can take the opportunity to suppress the British, the French will be willing to contribute.

Moreover, the British are not stupid, as long as the situation is not right, they will not directly challenge Europe, and the result will be the same as in the Luxembourg crisis, they will choose to make concessions. ”

With the previous precedent, Wilhelm II nodded approvingly.

(End of chapter)