Flowers, Swords and France

I have to say that Albert is still very efficient in doing things. It didn't take long for him to bring good news to Ciel. So the next night, Charles and his friend Albert walked into a high-end restaurant near Peace Avenue.

"Where is he?" Charles asked in a low voice.

Albert glanced inside, and then secretly pointed out to Charles.

Charles followed his finger and looked over there, then turned back suspiciously and asked, "Are you sure it's him?"

In Charles's impression, the most common people are hunky-backed, bearded people who just have a label "I am a violent person, don't you accept it?" on their face, but this one does not fit the impression at all.

That person looked younger, in his twenties. The figure is a bit thin and does not look vicious, the face is fair and clean, the beard is cleanly shaved and styled, a strand of hair just hangs down on the forehead, and the dress is very decent, in short - like A seemingly ordinary young man.

He was sitting alone at the dining table, drinking wine for himself in a hurry.

"Of course I'm sure it's him!" Albert was a little confused.

"But it doesn't look like a Cossack at all. I'm a little disappointed."

"He has been in Paris for two years. No matter how incompetent we are, we still have enough time to teach him like a prodigal..."

"Good job." Charles allowed himself to accept this fact, and then asked again, "Have you asked clearly about his situation?"

"I asked him all the questions a long time ago. Don't you know what I am doing?" Albert replied in a low voice, "He is the youngest son of Count Bezukhov. This count is a famous and wealthy family. and large landowners,”

"Then why are you still interested in doing this kind of thing?" Charlotte was a little confused.

"Didn't I say it? He is the youngest son. It seems that he often spends his days and nights in bed. His father doesn't care about him at all and just sent him to the French Embassy as a second secretary. I don’t usually give him a lot of money,” Albert explained carefully, “But he is very good at spending money, almost like me. Sometimes he just relies on winning some money at the poker table.”

"Albert, so you also know that you spend money very much?" Charles replied in surprise.

"………………"

Although he made a joke, Ciel probably knew something about it. Since the 18th century, Paris has been a place of longing for French aristocrats. I don’t know how many French people - how many princes and nobles - have lingered in Paris, a large entertainment venue and gold-selling cave. This Count Bezukhov His youngest son is probably one of them.

They don't even have a language barrier, because they all learned French from elementary school, and their French may be better than that of ordinary French provincials.

"But, is he really able to buy it? You all know that he has no money." Charles still hesitated, "And even if he can buy it, can he dispose of it?"

"It doesn't matter how he handles it. As long as he pays us, we will give him the stuff. If he doesn't pay, we will turn around and leave."

"Well, I have to give it a try." Charles agreed with Albert.

After the discussion, the two young men walked directly towards the man.

"By the way, what should I call him?" Charles asked again in a low voice.

"Just André, that's what we all call him," replied Albert.

The man quickly recognized Albert, and then waved to Charles and the two in a friendly gesture. .

"Gentlemen, I have reserved a box, and I'll treat you to today's meal!"

Charles did not refuse, and followed him directly to a box with Albert, and then followed his instructions and sat down directly opposite her.

"What should I call you?" he asked Charles with a smile.

"Call me Charles," Charles replied. "If you allow me to call you Andre..."

"Oh, of course!" Andre replied quickly, and then he raised his glass, "Charles, Albert, my friends, come and have a drink!"

The three of them raised their glasses at the same time and took a sip.

"I thought you would give me vodka!" After Charles finished drinking, he found that the wine was just ordinary white wine.

"I am not very fond of strong liquor, my friend," answered Andre, "but if you would like some, I would not mind..."

"No, that's fine." Charles quickly shook his head and refused.

Is this guy really a ****? Ciel complained again in his mind.

"We rarely see you in the entertainment venues recently, Albert. I heard that you went to Calais recently. Why, are you going to hide from debts?" Andre suddenly looked at Albert, as if he was joking. asked, "With you gone, we will suddenly lose a lot of fun..."

"Hiding debts? I'm not that kind of person," Albert shook his head in denial, as if he really was that kind of person, "I just occasionally have trouble with cash flow."

"Lack of turnover, yes, we all have trouble with turnover. We often have trouble with turnover." Andre nodded, seemingly serious, but in fact he was obviously teasing and mocking Albert.

"I heard that you spent a lot of money on Miss Mei Aina, but you seemed to be dumped in the end?" Albert immediately retorted.

After hearing the name, Andre's expression immediately became a little sad, "Hey, hey, man, don't mention her! I helped her pay off the loan from her aunt, but now that she heard that I was short of money, They don’t even want to see me.”

In Paris, every high-end housewife has a "cousin" or "aunt" who works on their behalf to recruit customers, or negotiate prices with customers. Some even have powder merchants or fashion dealers do this job for them - —Because they always owe money to businessmen, and these businessmen also hope that someone can help them pay off their debts as soon as possible.

"She spent a lot of money on me, but now she doesn't bother to look at me for a second longer." Andre sighed, "Originally, I wanted to say hello to her and ask her to help introduce me to a bargain. The colleague who ordered it.”

"Whether it was or is now, it is not very fashionable in Paris for women to be loyal to each other." Charles replied calmly, "We don't like to stay in the past, even though it seems unreasonable."

"That's what I like about you." Andre shrugged, "My friends, if human beings lived according to reason, then human beings would not be able to have history. It would be extremely boring."

Charles and Albert looked at each other, and then Charles nodded slightly.

Very good, with a free and easy personality, witty and talkative with a bit of humor. To be honest, Charles admires this kind of person.

However, appreciation is appreciation, business is still business, these are two different things.

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"You must also know why we are here today, right?" Seeing that the chat has reached a fever pitch, Charles straightened his posture and directly approached the other party, "We are very sincere today, and I hope you can be the same. "

"Oh, of course, I am sincere." Andrei Bezukhov nodded quickly.

"But now I have some doubts about your ability to pay." Charles went straight to the point without any politeness.

"Even if I piece it all together, I can still squeeze out some." Andre's expression was also very serious. "I have a way in the country. If you send someone back, there will be a place to sell it. Do you have any samples with you? How much? How many?"

Charles took out a small porcelain plate from his arms and handed it to the other party, then took out a pen and wrote a number on a page of notes. "We probably have this much of this kind of stuff."

Andre played with it carefully, and then sighed sincerely, "Good stuff!"

Then he also took out a pen, wrote a number on a page of notes, and handed it to Ciel. "Given the number of you, I can get this number, but only if you all have this level."

"That's no problem. You can inspect the goods yourself when the time comes." Charles nodded and agreed with the other party's opinion, "But the numbers you gave are not in line with my expectations."

Then he crossed out the number on it and wrote a number himself.

After seeing his number, Andre frowned, then crossed out Ciel's number and wrote a number of his own.

"The most I can offer is this number. If you don't accept it, go find someone else."

Ciel looked at the numbers and pondered for a while.

"OK."

The two men then went on to discuss some of the specific details of the deal, then shook hands to seal the deal.

Albert next to him immediately suggested that everyone have a drink to celebrate, while Andre immediately called the waiter and asked him to serve wine, and the three of them started drinking.

After a while, the three young people became a little drunk.

"Char, if we can really make money, we can do this business as many times as we want."

"sure."

"But... I'm afraid... I won't be able to do it for much longer..." The alcohol made his words a little incoherent, "So we have to hurry up!"

"Why...what..." Ciel's mind was also a little confused.

"My friend, although I am just doing nothing, I can still be regarded as having an account in the embassy... Look, what is the situation in France and Europe now? In my opinion, everyone is happy. It's almost over." Ender. Lie's expression suddenly became a little serious, "Let's talk about you French people... If you can move Napoleon back to the column now, you can naturally move him back to the palace next time... I See, sooner or later this is the same thing..."

[The top of the Vendôme Column originally had a bronze statue of Napoleon, but it was removed after the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty. In July 1833, the July Monarchy recast a statue of Napoleon on the top of the Vendôme Column (the image was in a large dress and a small hat) to show goodwill to the Bonapartists. 】

What does he mean? Ciel was a little surprised.

"Oh, friend, don't worry, I don't want to pay attention to this kind of thing, I just want to have fun in time." Andre suddenly smiled again, "To have fun in time, you need money, but I am short of money now, so I have to do everything possible. Ways to make money, as for the law... Bah, I don't care about that! My father has a big opinion against me now, but I don’t care. Anyway, I basically have no share in his title and property. According to his way of living, my family may be bankrupt one day, so my friend, There is only one truth in this world: Carpe diem is the most important thing.”

"It makes sense, it makes so much sense!" Albert completely agreed with what he said and couldn't help but loudly agreed, "Come, let's have another drink!" (To be continued.)