He saw Perna at the next table already bright-eyed and picking up her fork. He quickly stopped her, clearing his throat and saying, "Ahem, you're in for a treat today. I know a much healthier, more delicious way to cook oysters. Would you like to try it?""Ah?"Joseph thought for a moment, asked the oyster vendor for a grill, some garlic, and a few spices, and then gave detailed instructions...Half an hour later, on the iron grill, the oyster shells filled with garlic paste and various spices held oyster meat turned golden, sizzling and bubbling with oil. The rich meaty aroma blended with the scent of garlic, wafting over half a mile away.Joseph lifted a piece of oyster meat the size of a walnut, slathered in garlic paste, to his mouth with a fork and instantly squinted his eyes in delight: Indeed, it was from the best oyster producing area in France! The meat was plump, tender, juicy with a hint of sweetness!Paired with spices and garlic paste, grilled over a fire, it was as if th

After all the vineyard owners had signed the contracts to plant potatoes, Joseph then kindly expressed that a specialist would soon handle their membership into the French Brewing Technology Association and teach their brewers the corresponding techniques.Lastly, he also warmly reminded everyone to beware of those cellars that were using the new brewing technology without authorization.Pasteurization, when it comes down to it, is quite simple; it's about controlling the temperature and heating time, and those who have come into contact with it could easily leak it out. But now, France has patent laws and a patent office, so if anyone dares to use the patented technology casually, they better be prepared to pay until they're bankrupt.The vineyard owners present immediately declared, with shared animosity, that they would diligently supervise everything with all their might.After all, competitors are enemies; they wish for fewer rivals so that their own sales would be better. And si

Joseph's carriage had just stopped in front of the Industrial Planning Bureau's office building when a disheveled figure suddenly sprang out of the street corner and strode toward him."No closer!" Two guards immediately stepped forward to stop the man.When Joseph saw the deep nasolabial folds on the face of the newcomer, he couldn't help but smile. Wasn't this the "Piranha," oh no, wrong, Mr. Mara? You've finally come.He hastily leaned out the window and signaled to Kesode, "Please let Mr. Mara come over.""Yes, Your Highness."Before long, in the visitor's room of the Industrial Planning Bureau, Mara sat down opposite Joseph, his eyes full of anger, "Crown Prince, you actually used me with such disgraceful tactics! I will definitely make this public!"After toppling the President of the High Court Vergniaud, Mara was indeed happy for a while, thinking he had done a great service for the Parisians.However, half a month ago, when he happened to see the portrait of the Crown Prince,

William Murdoch? Joseph seemed to have heard this name before, but he couldn't recall who it was at the moment, figuring it must be some capable British technician.Since the man had come all the way to France, Joseph felt obliged to extend his welcome, "I am very welcoming to you, Mr. Murdoch. I am very much looking forward to your showcasing your skills in France's steam engine project."Seeing that Dupont had only brought Murdoch with him, Joseph sensed that things might not go smoothly.He asked the two men to sit down and looked anxiously at Dupont, "What does Mr. Watt say?"Embarrassment crept over the latter's face as he began with some difficulty, "Your Highness, I am sorry, I failed to fulfill your important trust. Mr. Watt has rejected my invitation."Although Joseph was mentally prepared, he still frowned upon hearing this, "Is he dissatisfied with our conditions?""No, Your Highness, in fact, he didn't care about the conditions..."After Dupont briefly explained Watt's sit

Dibowa crinkled his nose, sensing an ominous premonition, and quickly turned to instruct the police officer, "Antony, spread out and search! Foustan, go back and call for more people, hurry!"About half an hour later, a large group of police officers had surrounded the area, and Antony rushed back to report to Dibowa, "Chief, a farmhouse to the north was hit by artillery fire. An old man and his wife died, and the house and animal shed were destroyed.""Artillery fire?" Dibowa's brow furrowed deeply.After a while, the other searchers also returned one by one, but nothing of value was found—by then, the sky had already darkened, making it difficult to discern objects more than ten paces away. Moreover, the soldiers of France had been well-prepared, resulting in the police returning without success.The next morning.In a small room on the second floor of the Industrial Planning Bureau, Murdock was excited yet anxious as he looked at the notes and diagrams in front of him, the bloodsho