Flowers, Swords and France

"Char, I really didn't expect you to move to a place like this. Why, your sister finally kicked you out?"

Albert glanced around Charles's residence with great interest. He was well dressed today as usual, his brown hair was carefully combed, and he wore a thin silk tie around his neck. With his exquisite facial features, he looked... Like the young actor who ran out of the theater just now.

Looking at such a handsome young man, who would have imagined that this playboy spends his days drinking and having sex, causing many sexual affairs, and still owes a large amount of debt?

"Do you think I want to live here? It's not that I can't help it." Charles sighed softly, "It's not because of the bad luck that happened to me."

In front of his old friend Albert, Charles always spoke very casually and did not pay as much attention as usual.

"Unlucky thing?" Albert frowned, then asked Charles with a smile, "What, have you been recognized?"

"Yes, I just don't know if they will report me, so I can't take the risk, so I have to go out and hide." Charles admitted directly, "I hope I just scared myself."

"I advised you not to take risks!" Albert's expression became much more serious. "Think about how many people you will frighten now? Your sister will definitely be worried about you now and won't be able to eat."

"Okay, I know it myself, so you don't need to persuade me anymore." Charles interrupted him directly.

"You are really..." Seeing Charles being so determined, Albert could only shake his head and express his helplessness, "When did it start? That day I took you to Lucien's house for dinner, and you had already moved out?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell us then?"

"What's the use of what I told you then? I just made you worry in vain. And I had other things to do at the time."

"You mean you have something to do with me now?" Albert heard what Charles meant.

"Yes." Ciel blinked, then raised his finger and pointed to a corner of the room.

"What...?" Albert felt strange, and then looked over there along Charles's hand.

He found several boxes there.

"What's in the box?"

"You can tell by looking at it yourself?" Charles' voice was very soft.

Albert walked over and opened a box.

"Oh, good guy! They are all antiques!" He immediately exclaimed, "Where did you get them?"

Then, he took out a disk from the box and looked at it carefully. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at Charles again, with some surprise in his eyes, "You didn't spend a lot of money to buy these things, did you? Why couldn't you ask me beforehand?"

"It's really yours, Albert." Charles clapped his hands in approval, "I can see right away that these are fakes."

As a professional playboy and prodigal son, Albert's appreciation of antiques was indeed much higher than Charles's, and he soon discovered that these things were fakes.

"What did you do with all these fakes?" Albert was a little surprised, "Sell them?"

"Take it and sell it." Charles looked matter-of-factly, but under Albert's contemptuous eyes, he quickly sighed, "Hey, okay, actually I don't want to do this. But I'm crazy. I got flooded and got me a bunch of things to use as funds and sent me away..."

"Okay, Charles, I won't say anything to you anymore," Albert's eyes actually showed a trace of sympathy, "You are pitiful."

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After a while, Charles and Albert sat on a box, facing each other.

"Albert, my friend, now you have to help me see how we can get rid of all these things?" Charles supported his chin with his hand, looking a little depressed.

After obtaining a batch of fake antiques from Mr. Carlyon, Charles is now faced with a huge problem: How to sell all the fake antiques in his hands as quickly as possible?

This is not as simple as it seems. This is an area that he is not familiar with. If he rushes around like a headless fly by himself, not only will he not achieve his intended goal, but he may cause himself unexpected trouble. . So he found Albert. This guy had good eyesight and had some contacts with various religions. He would always be more familiar with the ways than he was.

Albert did not answer directly, but took out a few more pieces of porcelain from the box and looked at them carefully for a while, and rubbed them a few times with his hands.

"Well, it's done well. It can be seen that it was made by professional craftsmen. It has a sense of reality. Ciel, the person who made this has some skills!"

"You can tell at a glance that you are capable." Charles was a little depressed.

"It's different. Don't forget, how many years have I been playing this kind of thing since I was a kid?" Albert's answer made Charles feel relieved. "Generally speaking, not so many people can tell."

"Then do you think this thing is easy to sell?" Charles asked quickly.

"It's not easy to sell." Albert shook his head again, "Generally speaking, people who are willing to spend a lot of money to buy such things must either have some skills themselves, or they are not afraid of spending more money to find someone to help identify them. one time……"

"Then how about we bribe the appraiser as well?" Charles proposed his own solution.

"How do you know who he will ask for help in identification? And even if you know, what if the bribe fails? Charles, this matter is not that simple."

"Sure enough, you are good at this matter." Charles was not angry after being questioned, but felt a little relieved. "Then what do you think should be done?"

Albert fell into deep thought. Charles did not speak all the time, so as not to disturb his train of thought, and the room suddenly fell into silence.

"It is not easy to sell in China. There are too many experts, and they can't raise the price." After a long while, Albert spoke, "Charles, we have to consider the reality. If you want to sell these things, go to foreigners, the British ** is fine, and if it doesn't work, sell it to the United States. There are rich people who want to buy our antiques in these places."

"Your idea is similar to mine." Charles nodded, "I also want to find foreigners."

In addition to what Albert said, Charles actually had another consideration-since the organization has been relying on this to make a lot of money, it must have a fixed distribution channel long ago. If he sells it in China like this, it is hard to guarantee that it will not impact his own people. Although those people in Carrion probably wouldn't care too much, it's best to avoid such things if possible.

However, it's easier said than done. Who should I go to?

Charles did know an Englishman, but he certainly couldn't go over and cheat her.

"Charles, I have another idea."

"What idea?"

The original text can be read in the Six # 9 @Books/Bar!

"Is your kind of goods a batch or can it be made for a long time?" Albert asked suddenly.

Charles thought about it for a while.

"It should be able to supply for a long time, but the quantity may not be large, and the time is not fixed."

"Then, I think you can consider finding a buyer." Albert replied, "find a helper."

"Buyer?" Charles quickly understood what Albert meant, "Do you want me to find a foreign agent?"

"Yes, only in this way can you handle all these goods at once, otherwise, if you cheat customers one by one, how long will you cheat alone? The risk of being exposed is also very high." Albert stretched out his hand and patted Charles' shoulder gently, "And if you find an agent, although you will earn much less, you don't have to bear the risk. You can make a profit by just changing hands. If you can supply for a long time, then the income will not be very low..."

"That makes sense." Charles agreed with Albert, and then frowned again, "But it's not easy to find this agent."

Albert smiled, and there was a lot of meaning in his smile.

"Can you help me find this person?" Charles, who had known him for many years, certainly understood what his expression meant, and he didn't intend to beat around the bush with him, "Then who is it?"

Albert suddenly turned his face away and lowered his voice a lot.

"Charles, you know, I owe a lot of debts to others."

"It doesn't matter, my friend, as long as you can help me find this person, I won't be reluctant to give you benefits, and everyone can share the money..." When needed, Charles has never been a stingy miser. He knows very well that you have to spend money to make money. "In fact, I'm very happy to help you."

"Thank you, Charles." Albert nodded, with some expectation in his eyes, "How about 10%?"

"15%, I can give you 15% of the profit." Charles didn't think of bargaining with him at all, but directly increased the reward, "As long as you can really do what you just said."

Anyway, this thing is just a resale, and it's a big profit if you can make money, and it doesn't matter if you share some with your friends.

"That's great! Charles, I know you're always worthy of your friends!" Albert reached out and shook Charles' hand, "Deal!"

"Now you can tell me, who do you think you can find?"

"A second-class secretary at the ** Embassy, ​​but I think this is just a superficial identity," Albert gave his answer, "He often hangs out with us in the British club. I can see that this person is not simple, and he should have some ability and spend money very well."

"Are you sure?" Charles asked.

"50% to 60%." Albert answered casually, but Charles knew that he must be sure, "If it doesn't work, I can find someone else."

"Great!" Charles sighed, "You should get in touch with him more recently and test his bottom line. If it really works, you can make an appointment with him and I will talk to him. Don't worry, as long as it is done, I will definitely pay you as promised."

"What else do I worry about you, leave it to me."

"If it really works..." Charles suddenly got a little excited.

If it really works, then I can open up a way to make money besides writing books, and it can be stable. Of course, this seems to be illegal, but... who cares? If... if... it really works...

"Flan's paintings are also very good." As if he thought of something, he said unconsciously.

"Charles! Are you crazy? We are breaking the law!" Albert's shouting woke Charles up.

"Okay, I was just joking..." Charles smiled embarrassedly. (To be continued.)