I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 606 Let’s Get Rich Together
late at night.

Demville was very lucky to be assigned the task of "restocking", which meant that he could rest in the town's chapel tonight.

Well, after unloading the cargo, the Leisure cannot return empty-handed.

It will return with wool, wood, leather and even tea purchased from Norfolk. Most of these will be unloaded in Calais, France, but some will go directly to the port of Le Havre.

However, the Pools Gang required them to declare customs and pay taxes in France. Although this would reduce the return profit to a very low level, every smuggling ship had a Pools Gang "liaison" watching over it, so the captains did not dare to act recklessly.

The price of these British specialty raw materials purchased locally was lower than the official price sold to France, so the captains could barely accept the profit. Anyway, the trip to Britain had made a lot of money.

After carrying dried oak boards for half the night, Demville yawned and was about to take a nap. There might be another batch of freight after dawn, so he had to save some energy. Although the salary of this job was high, it was indeed very tiring.

The church pastor was thoughtful enough to bring blankets to the sailors on board.

As a devout Catholic, Demville hesitated for several seconds as he looked at the Protestant pastor with a kind smile in front of him, but finally he took the blanket - it was too cold to sleep on the floor of the church.

Just when he dreamed that he had paid off his debts with a smile on his face, he was kicked awake by someone and heard a low growl in his ear: "Something happened, get up quickly!"

Jacques Barouin, the manager of the Pools Gang here, woke everyone up and then went to the second-floor window to look out.

Someone stuffed a gun into Demville's hand. He carefully moved to the window and saw five or six horses galloping towards the church in the morning sun, but they were obviously not delivering goods.

Madno also came to the second floor and asked nervously, "Mr. Baruan, could they be from the British anti-smuggling team?"

"Not sure yet." Baruan frowned and shook his head.

The Special Trade Association has spies in the Norfolk Anti-Smuggling Team and the police station. If they find any unusual movement, they will immediately come to the police. There has never been any mistakes in the past few months.

A pastor came to the door and talked to the visitor for a while, then returned to the second floor and said to Baruan, "It's not the anti-smuggling team or the police."

The latter breathed a sigh of relief: "Then who are they?"

"Well... you should ask them yourself."

Baruan put the pistol in his waist and walked to the church door in confusion. He heard the well-maintained middle-aged man opposite him say, "Are you the one in charge here?"

"I'm in charge here. You are?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I know this church runs some special businesses."

Baruan immediately moved his hand behind him and asked cautiously, "So, what do you want?"

The middle-aged man gestured with his hands pressing down: "Relax, my friend. My boss said that your current management method is a bit...ah, not efficient enough.

"He is interested in 'brokering' your cargoes to Norfolk, if possible, and marketing them in a more efficient manner."

Baruan was stunned.

"How did you find this place? And who is your boss?" "There are so many high-quality cheap goods on the market, and those who are interested can always find their sources. Please believe me, we can help you plug this loophole."

The middle-aged man glanced around and continued, "As for my boss, you must have heard of him. Lord George Huon."

……

Paris.

In the office of the Minister of Trade in the Palace of Versailles, Bailly was looking through the documents sent by the "Special Trade Association" with a smile on his face.

"Lord George Huon." He handed a report to Major Garrard, the head of the Trade Investigation Department of the Intelligence Bureau. "He is an old family in Norfolk, and has connections with the Norfolk Chamber of Commerce, the mayor, the tax officer, and many councillors. He promised to sell our goods through the local Chamber of Commerce through formal channels, doubling sales in a short period of time. At the same time, he can also provide protection from the police.

"However, he demanded a 20% profit and the right to set the price of the goods in Norfolk."

The latter glanced at the report in his hand, then looked at the pile of documents on Bai's desk, his expression full of emotion.

The Intelligence Agency had previously judged that finding "partners" in Britain and its colonies would be the biggest challenge - they planned to invest half of the manpower of the "Trade Investigation Bureau" and 30 francs in funding for this purpose.

Unexpectedly, without any effort on their part, a large number of British forces came to seek cooperation, and the price they asked for was much lower than their initial estimate.

"Ha! I'm beginning to like these British gentlemen." Bailey handed over another report, "This is Mr. David Havers from Hampshire. Well, it just so happens that his uncle is the deputy commander of the South Coast Anti-Smuggling Team. However, his appetite is a bit big, and he wants to get the market from Plymouth to Portsmouth...

"Ahaha, you'll never guess this! Earl Henry Graves also hopes to cooperate with us."

"Earl Graves? You mean, the Assistant Governor of Newfoundland?!"

"That's right." Bailly smiled. "He even said he could send a ship to pick up the goods on a small island in the Atlantic Ocean, then fly the British flag and return to Canada."

In this era, Canada was just a geographical concept, and the few British colonists were concentrated in the small area of ​​the Great Lakes. Therefore, the name Newfoundland was often used to refer to the entire British colony in North America, which shows the great influence of the Governor of Newfoundland.

"Could this be a British trap?" Major Garrard asked cautiously.

"I think it's unlikely." Bailly pointed to a few lines on the report. "More than 35% of our first batch of goods shipped to Canada was bought by him personally. That's francs of wine and textiles."

"I will send someone over there to verify..."

In the past month alone, the Special Trade Association has "harvested" seven heavyweight partners in Britain and its colonies, and with their help, has built a complete transportation and sales channel.

There were even people like the assistant governor of Newfoundland who brought their own ships and invested.

As for Portugal's colony in Brazil, the Creoles there had been constantly clamoring for independence and demanding the right to free trade, so the cheap and easy-to-use French goods were immediately warmly welcomed when they arrived.

José Xavier, the leader of the Brazilian independence movement, personally sent people to contact the smuggling fleet to help with sales, and also ordered a batch of military supplies such as tents and medicines.

In the Indian peninsula, Mysore, an old friend of France, served as a "distributor". Once the smuggled goods arrived in the peninsula, the long border between Mysore and the princely states made it impossible to control them.

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