Flowers, Swords and France

There were no candles lit in the room, and the three people sat together around a small table. Under the moonlight, everyone's face looked frighteningly pale.

Baron Beauvain was the most confident among them, and therefore seemed the most carefree. He smiled and nodded at the two young men.

"You two, I am very happy. When I think that I am in the same room with two rare young people in France, I feel as if I am a lot younger..."

"Even now, you are not old." Joseph Bonaparte seemed to be complimenting him, "France needs your experience and skill to get on the right track."

"No, no, no, I'm old and can only contribute at the back. It's young people like you and Mr. Treville who really need to work hard." Baron Beauvain smiled and waved his hand to show humility.

He is indeed very happy now because the plan has completed another crucial step.

Yes, he needs to build up a government to ensure that he can safely enjoy the loot after everything is over, and to ensure that he is not liquidated; and the Bonaparte family also needs to use his money and influence to come to power. , finally realized his long-cherished wish to regain the empire, and obviously did not refuse to get his own share of the benefits from this big deal. Therefore, the two parties hit it off and reached all their intentions without much effort.

Joseph Bonaparte glanced at the dilapidated situation around him and frowned slightly.

"Considering what we're going to decide today, this place is a little too shabby."

"It doesn't matter. The more the place determines the surname, the more ordinary and humble it is. People always pay attention to those glorious and magnificent scenes, but it is difficult to pay attention to the corners behind the scenes." Baron Beauvain replied, "In my opinion, this is a A good thing.”

"It sounds like you are going to tell me something big." Ciel looked at the two people in front of him doubtfully.

"Yes, a big thing, a very important thing." Joseph Bonaparte nodded, "This is a big thing that will make you a hero."

"What? Hero?" Ciel frowned slightly.

"Or, villain." The banker turned his head and looked directly at Charles, "Mr. Treville, in this world, heroes, or villains - these are almost the same thing in my opinion - —Divided into two types, one is to create the era, and the other is There are few people who are created by the times. There are many people who rely on luck and current circumstances to climb to high positions. They are arrogant and think they are omnipotent. However, when the tide goes down, they find that they are just people who were misplaced by God. Poor guy..."

"So which one are we?" Charles asked sarcastically.

"We are still the latter," Baron Bowen's answer was surprisingly frank, "but we are about to have the opportunity to become the former. It just depends on whether we can do well enough in the next time."

"We?" Charles caught the word and repeated it.

"Yes, we." The banker replied calmly, "The times have given some smart people opportunities. It just depends on whether they are smart enough to seize the opportunities."

Looking at Charles, who still seemed a little confused, Baron Bowen still smiled so kindly, but seemed to be a little cunning.

"This is the case, Mr. Treville, after the revolution is successful and the dynasty falls, I plan to use people's panic to create a financial trend, and then let the government who cannot bear the disaster of the financial crisis freeze the deposits of various banks, and then we Go raid their property..." Next, Bo Baron Wang seemed to be afraid that Charles wouldn't understand, so he explained very slowly and in detail. Although he actually knew that Charles could understand it without being so detailed. But if a chef doesn't explain the dishes he carefully cooked to a gourmet in detail, How can I satisfy my inner sense of accomplishment?

The banker's explanation was leisurely and calm, and he ended with this sentence. The tone is as casual as "I had a cup of tea in the afternoon."

shudder.

Creepy.

Yes, even though he was a time traveler and boasted that after experiencing the information bombardment of the 21st century, he could deal with any novelty with ease. After hearing the full story of the banker's plan, Charles still took a breath of cold air.

In his previous life, he was just a young man who had not long graduated from college until he time traveled. He didn't have much interest in history, especially French history. Therefore, after traveling through time, he only knew that there was a revolution in France in 1848. The July Monarchy fell and a new republic was established. Then Louis Bonaparte returned to France and became the president of the republic. Finally, he was crowned emperor a few years later. The French Empire was rebuilt, but he had no idea of ​​the process.

His impression of the so-called revolution was only the superficial impression that the people took up guns - aimed at the political ax and fired - and that the revolution was successful. It was not until he traveled through time and relived his life for more than ten or twenty years that he came into contact with this concept in depth. Only after studying the political and social depths of France during the era did he realize that the situation was so complicated.

However, no matter how much he knew before, the grand plan, astonishing scale, and vicious methods of the great banker Baron Beauvain still made him stunned and beyond his imagination. Previous mine plans were little more than a joke by comparison.

"Insignificant little obstacle", yes, that's all. Compared with such a big plan, how could one million or two million francs not be an insignificant little obstacle?

Seeing the surprised Charles, Baron Beauvain smiled happily, and for a moment he looked a bit like a child who got a satisfying toy. "How is it, Mr. Treville?"

"You will bankrupt a lot of people," Ciel replied after a long time with a trembling voice, "a lot of people."

"Yes, if everything goes well, in the end we will let hundreds of thousands of French people come over and be stabbed willingly." Baron Beauvain answered simply, "But so what?"

"This is a crime!" Charles could hardly understand his plainness.

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"Crime? It's strange. Isn't it a crime to conspire against the imperial government? Since it is also a crime, why can't the latter be done? Besides, the so-called crime can only be called a crime when someone can be punished, right? If you The crime was successful and the Bonaparte family returned to power in France, then Can you call it a crime? Obviously, no." The baron's expression was still very calm. "Similarly, if countless people have been stabbed by this knife, we can still live well and enjoy our intelligence and abilities with peace of mind. The glory and wealth it brings cannot be called a crime at all.”

"Us? Do you regard me as an accomplice?!" Charles growled angrily.

"What? Did I misjudge you? You are not as decisive and ruthless as you appear? That's really bad. I thought you would happily accept this opportunity to make a fortune, but for M. Bonaparte's recommendation You, I am not so happy to let you participate." Seeing the hesitant Ciel, the baron suddenly showed some ridicule on his face. "Kindness is our biggest enemy. You haven't even thought of this, have you?"

"Charles, yes, I specifically recommended you to Baron Beauvain. This is a good opportunity to make a fortune, in order to repay you for your many years of service to the Bonaparte family." Joseph Bonaparte suddenly interrupted next to him, His tone was obviously as calm as before, but now it sounded a little sinister.

Charles lowered his head slightly, seeming to be shocked by the information he just learned.

Looking at Ciel who was obviously hesitating, the banker smiled again.

"Mr. Treville, if I read you correctly, you are such a person - ambitious and want to reach the top to taste the sweetness of power. You also have a brain, a little courage, and can not be fooled by ridiculous moral concepts. Bound...are you like this? Am I right?" Before Charles could answer, the banker spoke again.

"If you are really such a person, you will know this very well-in this era, we people must fight against the common opinions of the entire era. No one appreciates us, no one will love us, Even few people really understand what we are thinking. However, everyone will fear us and respect us, as long as I am. They are ruthless enough. Yes, ruthless, a person, a talented person must be ruthless if he wants to reach the top. Only after abandoning boring morality and compassion can a person truly become a strong person. The more you put it in this world, The more successful you will be if men and women are used as stagecoaches, as long as you crush all the ordinary people under your feet and show no mercy. Beat them with a whip and throw them away like a tattered glove after running to the next station. They will worship you and follow you. They will praise you as a winner, a mentor and a role model. They will pass on your success and envy your glory. Yes, as long as success is justice, the winner cannot be blamed. This has always been the case since ancient times. Common people call those who kill the most wise kings, those who deceive the most people are called prophets, and those who do the most harm are called sages. Do you want to save them, have you asked them if they want to be saved? Save? Don’t ask why villains are always in power in the world, because these villains are chosen by themselves.”

As if something in his heart had been touched, the seemingly mediocre and vulgar banker suddenly started talking nonstop, and his expression actually brought out the temperament of a certain philosopher.

The speech was completed in one breath, and ended with a question. It was simple, bright, yet profound and sharp.

"Well, Mr. Treville, answer me now, just one word. Do you wish to be a fool, or do you wish to be a villain? Just one word, and answer me now." To be continued)