I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 575 Genius and Beet

When the revolution broke out in Saint-Domingue, it was the Jacobins who were in power in France.

The revolution caused France to lose its huge sugar revenues, which led to the collapse of the Jacobin government's already poor finances and ultimately its downfall.

The Duke of Leeds' eyes flashed with joy, and he said tentatively: "It will probably cost a lot of money to make the black slaves in Saint Domingo capable of fighting against the French."

"Don't worry about that." Lord Grenville said immediately, "I have applied to Parliament for 20 pounds to change the situation there.

"Besides, you can also use part of the money you save from the North American Indians."

"Great... Well, this way, I'll be more confident."

Grenville reminded him again: "By the way, when you arrive in Saint-Domingue, you can contact a man named Vincent Auger there. Our intelligence department has already established contact with him.

“He is currently the main leader of the abolitionist movement in Saint Domingo and has a high reputation, especially among the black slaves, who almost regard him as a savior.

"If you can gain his trust, the plan will go very smoothly."

The Duke of Leeds was silent for a moment, and suddenly a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Your method is indeed very safe. However, we may be able to do something more radical, for example, let this Oger be assassinated, and the murderer happens to be French."

"That's a good idea indeed!" Grenville praised immediately. "Your rich political experience is always worth learning from."

The two men discussed the North American strategy for a while, and the carriage began to slow down.

Grenville looked out of the window and saw officials from Vienna coming to greet him.

He exhaled, sat back in his chair, and said to the Duke of Leeds, “Another social event that wastes time.

"Oh, we've been talking for so long, but we haven't even mentioned the most crucial thing. How is your progress in promoting a ceasefire between Prussia and Austria?"

"There are some results." The latter said proudly, "Baron Walter's faction is doing its best to make this happen. The biggest obstacle at the moment comes from Minister of State Kaunitz and the pro-French faction under his command."

"So we made some plans to try to drive him out of the political center of Vienna."

The car stopped, and Lord Grenville said helplessly: "It seems we can only discuss it in detail tonight."

……

Paris.

The bright sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves onto the Champs-Elysées. Two men in their thirties were strolling along the street, stepping on the mottled shadows of the trees.

"It's so exciting!" The tall man with a big nose waved his hands excitedly and said in German, "That is the ultimate dream of all scholars. That podium is the closest place to heaven!

"If I can stand there one day, it doesn't matter even if I die immediately!"

He turned in a circle: "Ah, Paris, it is a dream place. Praise the great King and his highest award!"

As he spoke, the scene of attending the Supreme Louis Award Ceremony just now flashed through his mind.

In the magnificent Tuileries Palace, the winners were surrounded by distinguished nobles and a large number of reporters, like the moon surrounded by stars.

The host recited their academic contributions over and over again, drawing thunderous applause from the surroundings from time to time.

What he remembered most was the golden trophy and the brand new 5 francs banknote!

It is said that the Dharma King will confer titles on them later if they are willing to accept them.

It can be expected that their names will appear in newspapers all over Europe tomorrow, and everyone will be discussing their achievements. This is the honor bestowed upon them by the Supreme Louis Award!

The slightly fat man with messy hair next to him seemed to be in a bad mood. "August, although I don't want to discourage you, the reality is that no matter your mushrooms or my beets, our research fields will never be included in the shortlist of the Supreme Louis Award judges."

"Franz, you have to have faith!" August patted his shoulder vigorously, "In this wonderful place like Paris, any miracle can happen!

"And aren't we right here?"

Franz became even more dejected after hearing this: "Oh, Paris, you have been blessed here. Yes, you have been invited by the Talent Committee, and you will be able to live in that luxurious house next week, with a butler and a maid."

The "Talent Committee" he referred to is the official name of Joseph's talent introduction program.

Although Auguste was only rated as the lowest E-level talent, he still received a villa in the palace of the great scholar, an annual allowance of several thousand francs, and two beautiful Italian maids.

If he could produce academic results, such as extracting something useful from his mushrooms, he would be promoted to Class D. Then the allowance would be as high as 7 francs per year, and there would be a French maid!

But all this has nothing to do with me anymore.

August didn't hear his tone, and still patted him and said, "You can get an invitation, too. You are the most talented person I know!"

"Actually," Franz paused and said dejectedly, "the committee sent me a notice of 'under observation' yesterday."

"To be observed" is actually a euphemism for failing the review.

The talent introduction program offers extremely high treatment to foreign talents, so it is impossible to accept everyone. The review threshold is quite high.

"Ah," August was a little speechless, "Next year, there will be another opportunity to apply next year, you will definitely be able to..."

"No, I have decided to go back to Bavaria. I will leave the day after tomorrow."

"Don't give up." August said anxiously, "By the way, you still have Miss Marianne. You can't leave her alone."

"It's impossible for us." Franz lowered his head even more. "Her brother came to see me yesterday with two rude and fierce servants. He said that Marianne would marry a paper merchant and asked me not to get close to her.

"Yes, I am just a poor professor from Bavaria. I am not worthy of her at all."

He was talking about Marianne, a girl he met after arriving in Paris, and they fell in love at first sight. However, the girl's family was very rich and she looked down on him, a poor scholar from Germany.

"Ah... maybe you'd like a drink?" August said.

……

On the second floor of the Tuileries Palace, Joseph was enjoying his rare leisure time after lunch, holding a teacup in one hand and the list of talents introduced in the first half of this year in the other.

The list isn’t long; after all, top talent is always scarce.

Then he turned to the list of unsuccessful candidates at the back - arranging them from high to low according to the judges' scores.

The second person was a biologist named Franz Achard. His review was very interesting. He scored very high in all the assessment items, but there was only one reason why he failed the review - the field he was studying was too unpopular and had little effect.

Looking back, Joseph saw that his main achievements were: the improvement and cultivation of sugar beets, and the technology of extracting sugar crystals from sugar beets.

Joseph stood up immediately. This seemed to be the Achard who pioneered the beet sugar industry and turned Germany, which previously did not produce sugar, into the third largest sugar exporter in Europe!
Such a talent was actually screened out? !

The salaries of the talent committee judges must be deducted this month!

(End of this chapter)