Jérôme Bonaparte took the drawing in his hand and took a pencil from the dark red oak pen holder engraved with the image of Napoleon crossing the Alps.
Although the pencils of this era were already the prototype of later pencils, there are still some slight differences between the two.
Pencils in the 19th century were not only expensive, but also far less hard than later generations. The tip of the pen could easily be broken with a little force.
In addition, the main material of pencils in this era is graphite, and France is a country where graphite is scarce. Even pencils with greatly reduced graphite content after Comte's improvement will not be difficult to meet France's huge demand. Sometimes France
We also have to rely on imported graphite. Most of the pens made from imported graphite are used to satisfy the French army and engineering projects.
Pesini and Eugène Schneider looked at the busy Jerome Bonaparte curiously. They were restless on the sofa and did not understand what Jerome Bonaparte wanted to do.
Jérôme Bonaparte, holding the drawing in his left hand and a pencil in his right hand, returned to the sofa and spread the drawing on the square table in front of Pesini and Eugene Schneider.
As the drawing unfolded, something similar to a stove with unknown function appeared on the drawing.
The furnace on the drawing is a half-section structure, and every part is marked in detail in French.
"Your Majesty, this is..." Pesini pointed to the stove on the drawing and asked in confusion.
"Guess!" Jerome Bonaparte threw the pen on the table and fell down on the sofa.
"This..." Pesini, who knew nothing about mechanics, obviously didn't know the purpose of this stove. He could only turn his attention to the "technical geek" Eugene Schneider aside.
Eugène Schneider, who was standing aside, pressed his hands on the table as if possessed. His whole body seemed to be integrated with the table.
"The pen is there!" Jérôme Bonaparte reminded him "kindly".
Eugene Schneider raised his head slightly, stretched out his hand, took the pencil in front of the drawing, and kept drawing on the drawing.
"Your Majesty, he..." Pesini pointed at Eugène Schneider. He was worried that Eugène Schneider's recklessness would leave a bad impression on Jérôme Bonaparte.
Although he was ordered by the president to look for Eugène Schneider, in the communication with Eugène Schneider, Pesini had gradually been "convinced" by the money scene of Eugène Schneider, not to mention that his brother was still
A small and powerful banker, Pesini felt that he should help him due to his emotional nature.
"It doesn't matter!" Jerome Bonaparte waved his hand magnanimously and said nonchalantly: "You are an inventor! You always have some weird hobbies! Sit down too, Pesini!"
"Yes!" Under Jérôme Bonaparte's order, Pesini also nodded and sat down.
The two of them watched Eugene Schneider's personal performance quietly, and no one thought of interrupting this "interesting" inventor.
It wasn't until the servant outside the door brought three cups of steaming coffee and a pot of coffee on an aluminum tray that Eugene Schneider put down his pencil.
At this time, the drawing was already covered with dense lines. Judging from the direction of the lines, there were basically no mistakes. In some places, the direction of ventilation was specially marked.
As expected of the founder of Schneider, he should not be underestimated.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who originally thought that it would take some time for Eugène Schneider to fully understand it, did not expect that Eugène Schneider could completely understand the drawings in such a short period of time.
You must know that it took me (previous life) nearly a week to figure out the principle of this thing.
"Your Excellency, President!" Eugene Schneider, with gleaming eyes, asked excitedly: "Where did you get this picture?"
Having said that, Eugène Schneider rubbed his hands, and his inner self was fully visible to Jérôme Bonaparte and Pesini.
Compared with his brother Adolf Schneider, Eugene Schneider still has a long way to go.
"Sit down! Sit down and talk!" Jérôme Bonaparte raised his hand and motioned for Eugene Schneider to sit down.
Eugène Schneider followed Jerome Bonaparte's words and sat on the sofa, his eyes still staring at the drawings on the table from time to time.
"Put it away!" Jérôme Bonaparte turned to Pesini and said.
"Yes!" Pesini nodded and stood up to put away the drawings spread out on the square table.
Eugene Schneider's expression shows longing and entanglement, just like a wandering prodigal who accidentally meets the person of his heart, but is rejected by the person of his heart.
OK! I just want to see your expression of not getting it!
Jérôme Bonaparte cheered inwardly. It was also a kind of enjoyment to watch the "famous" historical figures deflate.
"Let's drink coffee!" Jérôme Bonaparte hooked his hand to indicate to the attendant that he could come in.
The waiter carefully passed through the gap between the two red velvet cushion sofas and placed the tray on the table. Then he placed three cups of coffee in front of the three of them, placed the coffee pot in the middle, and finally took away the tray and left.
Jérôme Bonaparte picked up the coffee, took a sip slowly, and then made a gesture of invitation.
The anxious Eugene Schneider had no intention of sipping coffee. He knew that once this technology spread, cheap steel would inevitably destroy his company.
No matter how much he reduces costs, he can't stop him!
Oren Schneider took a sip of coffee, and Oren Schneider drank half of the cup of coffee directly. The burning sensation in his throat made Oren Schneider's expression slightly distorted.
"Mr. President, can you tell me the owner of the drawing now?" Eugene Schneider asked Jérôme Bonaparte impatiently.
"Mr. Schneider, if he were your brother, he would never speak to me in this tone!" Jerome Bonaparte said coldly.
Eugène Schneider's fiery heart seemed to be frozen by a burst of ice. He suddenly remembered that this was the president's office, and the person sitting opposite him was the most powerful man in France. How could he speak to him in such a tone!
"General...Mr. President, I...I'm sorry..." Eugène Schneider apologized to Jerome Bonaparte in order not to bring disaster to the Schneider family, but because of the influence of the scalding coffee just now, Eugène Schneider
.Schneider’s tongue is a bit rebellious.
"It's nothing! Be more careful next time!" Jérôme Bonaparte said with a gentle attitude.
"Mr. President, that... that... may I ask the owner of the drawing..." Eugène Schneider endured the pain on the tip of his tongue and asked Jérôme Bonaparte carefully.
"It's me!" Jérôme Bonaparte said frankly.
Pesini and Eugène Schneider cast surprised looks at Jérôme Bonaparte at the same time. They seemed a little unwilling to believe this fact?
"Why don't you believe it?" Jérôme Bonaparte took another sip of coffee.
The drawing itself has no signature as to who it belongs to. As long as no one claims it, it belongs to the president. (Kelly, USA: mmp)
"Mr. President, I wonder if this drawing of yours can..." Eugene Schneider asked Jérôme Bonaparte more carefully.
"I have already applied for a patent for this drawing, and I will not accept a patent again!" Jérôme Bonaparte said decisively, which also cut off Eugene Schneider's luck.
Yes! As the most powerful person in France, Mr. President is not bothered by money at all. If he wants to, he can make a lot of money with patents.
"Then Mr. President, what do you want?" Eugene Schneider understood that Jérôme Bonaparte must want something.
"I will provide the technology and you will provide the people. How about we jointly establish a steel company with some people from the United Nations?" Jérôme Bonaparte suggested.
"This..." Eugene Schneider hesitated. He did not want the kingdom he had worked so hard to manage to be mixed with other forces, even if it meant giving more money than the Iron Kingdom itself!
Eugene Schneider also understood that once he rejected the president's olive branch, the Schneider family behind him might suffer disaster.
The Schneider family, which had already been hit by the collapse of the July Monarchy, simply could not withstand the president's pressure. As for the "friends" the Schneider family had worked so hard to manage, they would immediately turn into shameless bandits and loot them all.
Friends are the most unreliable things these days.
"Your Excellency, how many shares do you want?" Eugene Schneider surrendered.
After Jerome Bonaparte thought for a long time, he stretched out three fingers and said: "How about 30% of the shares? Don't worry, I will not interfere with the operations of Schneider Company!"
Eugène Schneider, who had planned to bleed a lot, was relieved when he heard Jerome Bonaparte's quotation. The order from the Ministry of Public Works and the new technology could be considered a "reasonable" quotation.
"Welcome to join you, Your Excellency President!" Eugene Schneider said to Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Mr. Schneider, you should call him Your Majesty!" Pesini shouted from the side.
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Eugene Schneider responded.
"How about opening a new company in Lorraine? The iron ore there can meet our needs!" Rather than asking Eugène Schneider, Jérôme Bonaparte gave a strong order to Eugène Schneider.
Jen Schneider.
"Of course, Your Majesty! But I'm worried that the people there will..." Eugene Schneider was a little worried about the influence of local snakes.
"Humph! Those guys!" Jérôme Bonaparte snorted and said, "If they are willing to join in, we will let them drink soup! If they intend to obstruct it, I don't mind uprooting them!"