Flowers, Swords and France

Mr. Du-Taye followed the servant to Baron de Beauvan's study with great confidence. At this moment, he felt that he was just here to help with the routine formula.

Yes, the usual deception and delay, using vague sentences to fool those poor customers, let them put their minds at ease, and quietly wait for the day of disaster. Then accept the reward they deserve.

He has followed Baron de Beauvan for so many years, and knows the Baron's personality and style of doing things - maybe cold, maybe vicious, or even beyond the imagination of ordinary people, but never stingy. He will never be stingy with people who have made contributions (or people who are useful). One tenth of the results of this scam, that is, at least 1.2 million francs, will be distributed to him as a reward for his hard work for the Baron for many years - since the Baron has promised, he will never break his promise.

And it's not just that. With this bonus, plus the funds he had accumulated before, he would have the capital to participate in Baron Bovan's subsequent plan and then multiply this large sum of money several times. He had the confidence to do so.

The golden road was right in front of him. All he had to do was to keep walking along it. He firmly believed in this.

"...Since you dare to take the risk to invest, you are naturally very confident. So we do not doubt the profitability of the project. It's just that due to some changes, we must recover the investment first, and it must be fast - time waits for no one..."

What's going on? The voice from inside the door stunned him for a moment.

He walked in and saw the owner and the visitor inside.

The face is not particularly similar, but judging from the body shape, there is a certain similarity.

Unexpectedly, the Duke of Treville's family would actually do such a thing... His astonishment suddenly turned into panic and sighing.

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From the beginning when he heard this name, Charles felt a little nervous. When he saw Du-Taai's expression after entering, Charles knew that he had been recognized. If you have only seen them once or twice, makeup may be useful, but if you have seen them many times, then it is actually meaningless.

Fortunately, as if he did not intend to expose them directly, Du Taai quickly put on a friendly smile and sat opposite Charles and Charlotte. In accordance with the baron's instructions just now, the servants also brought a few cups of coffee and placed them in front of everyone.

"Let me introduce you, this is Mr. Du Taai, one of the specific managers of the project." Baron Bovan looked at the two young men and introduced them. Charles and Charlotte both nodded to each other.

"Mr. Du Taai, these two are the grandson and granddaughter of the Duke of Treville," Baron Bovan also introduced Du Taai, and then asked in a pretentious manner, "Due to financial constraints, the Duke of Treville intends to recover his previous investment. As the current manager of the project, can you take it out now?"

Du Taai is now facing a choice - in fact, it can't be called a choice at all.

The person opposite is his "comrade", but if he says yes, his boss will never let him go.

On one side is just a person from the organization he has contacted, and on the other side is his boss, one of the incarnations of money. Is there still a need to choose?

Comrade? Go to hell?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Treville, we can't do your current request." He still looked at Charles with that kind smile, pretending that he didn't recognize him at all, "But I can promise you that as long as a few months, when the project activities are fully funded, I will immediately withdraw cash to return it to your family."

Just as Charles was thinking about how he should answer, or whether he should answer, Charlotte spoke, according to the predetermined lines.

"Then I'm sorry..." She sighed softly, and then took out a piece of paper from her pocket, "This is the list of customers we collected. If you don't agree to our request, I will visit them one by one. Although you are famous, there will always be a few who will believe me, right? Although it can be seen that the people you chose are not particularly powerful, if those who ask for the return of funds make a fuss at that time, you may find it even more difficult to operate this project."

The baron frowned slightly after hearing this threat.

They actually did this? Where did they find out?

If it was a few months later when everyone was in danger, he wouldn't care at all, but now was not the time. He fell into deep thought.

Silence instantly enveloped the entire study.

But at this moment, his men were not as calm as he was.

Du-Taai was now full of anger, uncontrollable anger. One million and two hundred thousand francs, and even more and more francs in the future, a mountain of gold, a huge amount of money that ordinary people could never imagine in their lifetime, was about to be placed in front of him, and someone actually threatened to take it all away.

This... How is it possible! Don't even think about it! Go to hell!

Huge anger instantly filled the heart of the banker, beating his ideals and burning his reason.

He stood up and shouted loudly to the young man and woman in front of him.

"No! This is impossible! Don't even think about it! You are just..." He was going to return the threat to the young man in front of him.

Charles had been staring at Du-Taai with his peripheral vision, and he never relaxed his vigilance for a second. When Du-Taai just stood up, he narrowed his eyes.

Okay, let's sort out the current situation.

To put it simply, this is: Du Taai is one of the long-standing patrons of the Bonapartists. Charles has had many contacts with him. Now it seems that he must be one of Baron Beauvin's assistants. And now he recognized himself, and then wanted to report himself in front of Baron Beauvain.

And Baron Beauvain has a good relationship with the current Prime Minister - at least as a political ally and patron.

There are three possible surnames:

First, Du Taai is already a traitor, or intends to be a traitor, or is even a traitor with ulterior motives from the beginning. He wants to catch himself in front of Baron Beauvain.

Second, in fact, the great banker Baron Beauvain was the main sponsor, and Du Taai was just the manager.

Third, he suddenly lost his mind.

Do you want to take a gamble?

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Bet on your sister!

Bet on your sister!

How could it be possible to pin one's fortune and life on this ridiculous probability theory? !

A second or two is enough to make a decision.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed the coffee cup in front of him and threw it into the other person's face.

"Bang!"

The cup filled with steaming coffee hit him hard on the forehead. The porcelain cup shattered instantly, the porcelain fragments scratched his face, and the scalding coffee poured onto his face.

"Ah!" He screamed subconsciously.

But this was just the prelude to a night of pain for him.

In front of several people who were stunned, Charles picked up his chair as if no one else was watching, then jumped on the table, grabbed the back of the chair and swung at the opponent fiercely. As he wished, he was accompanied by a louder howl.

"You actually think you are qualified to speak to me like this!"

Charles used his fists to hit Du Taai, who was still howling miserably, all over his face, using all his strength. While beating him, he also yelled and cursed and diverted his attention.

"I am the grandson of the Duke of Treville, and you are nothing! Decades ago, because of this disrespect, you had to spend your life with rats in a dark cell! Today I just use a chair to teach you a lesson, you thank God Let yourself be born in a good era!”

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"Bang" "Bang!"

In an instant, the room was filled with the sounds of fists and heads clashing, as well as screams and curses.

"You defrauded my family of their money? It's all up to you!"

Ciel continued to curse while swinging the chair and hitting the opponent hard.

Are you a banker?

So what!

Are you our patron?

So what!

"You think of yourselves as apostles of the goddess of money? Do you think you are smarter than others? Do you think you can control everything? I want you to wake up!"

"Bang!"

Until this moment, he still didn't hesitate for a moment, didn't have a trace of pity, and didn't even have the slightest anger.

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At the moment when Charles got angry, Charlotte almost thought he was crazy. She stared blankly at her brother's "atrocities" and couldn't understand why he suddenly lost control. What is the point of such violence?

Is my brother really crazy?

But she had no time to think about this issue. When Ciel just picked up the chair and jumped on the table, she also made up her mind.

Then go crazy with him! Charles, you are a big fool!

She made up her mind and rushed towards the muscular servant regardless of risk.

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Faced with this sudden violence, others quickly woke up from their shock. Subconsciously, Baron Bowen quickly leaned back from his chair, fell to the ground, and then shouted to his servants.

The servant inside also woke up with a start. He immediately walked forward, trying to stop the young man who suddenly went crazy.

Then he found that the princess suddenly rushed towards him, her expression became extremely terrifying, and her beautiful face suddenly became a little ferocious.

Then the princess hugged him. It was unimaginable that she had so much strength.

To be fair, even so, he could still break away from the embrace of this beautiful princess, but... this was a princess! He did not have the revolutionary consciousness of 1793 and 1918, and he hesitated for a brief moment.

"Asshole! Who cares about the duke or the lady! Why don't you hurry up and save people!" Baron Bowen's angry shout finally woke him up. As if he had heard the oracle, he no longer hesitated. He grabbed the princess's arms, pulled her away hard, threw her aside, and walked quickly towards the young man.

Charlotte screamed in pain and hit the ground. Fortunately, there was a thick carpet on the ground and she was not hurt.

She raised her head and looked at Ciel, who was still on the table. Sorry, I can only help you so far...

Soon, Ciel was subdued. After all, he did not have the skills of a carefully selected thug.

But that's enough.

Du Taai had been beaten unconscious by him, at least he had bought himself some time. Not by gambling, but by your own hands.

"Ha ha ha ha."

He couldn't help but burst out laughing, full of dandy arrogance and true joy.

"I asked you to defraud my family out of their money!"

Until the end, he still didn't forget to throw a smoke bomb.

Looking at Charles, who was tightly restrained by his servant and bodyguard and could not move at all, Baron Bovan, who had regained his composure, looked at Charles calmly. Then, he sighed slightly, as if he was very sad.

"Mr. Treville, you just lowered your credit rating by two levels in one go." (To be continued.)