Flowers, Swords and France

Charles's answer did not surprise Marquis Treville too much. Although he was obviously unhappy, he just nodded slightly. .

"Okay, you have your own ideas. I don't want to force you to do anything." However, he still urged Charles, "But you should hurry up on this matter."

"I know." Charles said casually.

Both of them tacitly avoided the topic of "What shall we do with Charlotte next", perhaps because they both found it difficult, so they both decided to kick the ball to Duke Treville to see what he meant. . Before that, staying under house arrest like this is also a good choice.

Charles had secretly speculated on how she would be treated when she returned home, but he probably wouldn't be punished - the Duke of Treville would still pretend to be a loyal servant of the Royal Bourbon family in front of her, wouldn't he? Revealing his true colors to his uneasy granddaughter.

Well, let him have it, Charles thought indifferently. At least, those royalists won't be able to cause any trouble in a short period of time.

He quickly put these things behind him because he had more important things to do now.

"I'm going to visit Baron Beauvain later." He suddenly said his plan.

Hearing the name, the Marquis frowned again, but he still said nothing.

"Be careful on the road."

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In this way, without taking any time to rest, Charles took his carriage directly to visit Baron Beauvain. He did this not only because of the baron's request in the palace last night, but also for other reasons.

To Charles's satisfaction, after the servant informed him, Baron Beauvain did not ask him to wait in the interview room, but directly asked him to go to his study for an interview - obviously this reflected his position in this big bank. There are still some important surnames in the family's mind.

In the banker's exquisite and luxurious study, Charles once again met this financier who was in charge of the lifeline of the French economy.

"Mr. Treville, you are here earlier than I expected." When we met, the banker gently pushed away the pile of documents on the desk in front of him, and then said bluntly, without any intention of wasting time, " Don't you need a break?"

"You are a person whose time is precious." Charles complimented without leaving any trace.

"Very good," the banker smiled, as if he was really touched by the compliment, but his tone was still extremely calm, "Then you should hurry up and tell me what happened last night, right? Don't tell me you don't know anything. This morning, all kinds of rumors were spread, and people in the exchange were like crazy."

Of course Ciel didn't intend to tell him the truth, but he couldn't tell a complete lie either.

"Yes, I know a little bit." He nodded, "I heard a little bit about what happened last night."

"It's true..." Baron Beauvain sighed, and then looked at Charles with some displeasure, "Did the royalists really do it? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

"First, it was really the members of the Royal Party who did it." Under the banker's cold gaze, Charles was completely unmoved, and his tone was as gentle as ever, "Second, at the time, I was not sure what this information was. It’s not true, and I don’t think it’s necessary to tell you.”

"Oh, that's not necessary!" Baron Beauvain repeated dissatisfiedly, obviously aggrieved, "So you think it's acceptable for my whole family to be in danger?"

Of course it is acceptable! Ciel sneered silently in his heart.

"I didn't know that you and your family were present at the time, Mr. Beauvain." Charles explained calmly, and then looked directly at the banker, "After all, you didn't tell me about this. ”

Faced with his unyielding gaze, Baron Bowang finally averted his gaze.

"Then why did you go there by yourself? You knew there was danger going to happen?"

"Isn't it interesting to be able to witness the death of a king up close?" Charles replied with a smile, "If His Majesty the King is really unfortunately killed, someone must know the inside story as soon as possible, right?"

The banker frowned and finally changed the subject.

"Okay, let's not mention this for now. Now that those royalists are making such a fuss, the whole country will probably be shocked."

"It's a good thing because everyone will see that the Orléans dynasty is on shaky ground."

"The key is whose head the crown falls on!" the baron shouted in a low voice, "or will it disappear forever."

However, Charles's answer surprised the banker.

In other words, overjoyed.

"It doesn't matter whose head it falls on. What matters is..." He looked as usual, "who is supporting the person wearing this crown from behind."

This sentence answered nothing, but it answered everything at the same time. Of course Baron Beauvain could understand what Charles meant.

He was surprised to find that this young man whom he had already admired gave him a new surprise. However, it is not surprising that a person named Treville only knows how to be loyal and blindly obedient?

"Very good, young man, I told you that you have ambition and brains." The coldness on his face was slowly covered by a formal smile, "There are really not many people at this age who can understand this. ”

"It's useless to just understand." Charles replied softly.

The baron narrowed his eyes slightly, and then continued to smile, "You are all smart people, that's why I came to you, at least so far, you haven't let me down."

"So you see, now is an important moment, I think we should be more open and honest. That's what I thought, so I came." Charles continued to look at Baron Bovan, and also changed the somewhat taboo topic, "Now, Mr. Joseph Bonaparte has gone back, so in France now I am actually the only one who knows that you are on my side, even the general manager doesn't know. If you have anything to say, you can tell me directly, I promise that it will never be passed on to a third person."

Only people who are almost never honest will often talk about honesty. Baron Bovan certainly understands this truth, but of course he will not point it out. He also smiled.

"Yes, we should be honest. So, I'm going to tell you something."

"Please go ahead."

"Mr. Rothschild has decided to join my plan as a collaborator." Baron Bovan said casually, without explaining who it was, as if Charles would understand by saying the last name.

In fact, Charles did understand immediately.

"Baron Rothschild?"

The original text is available at # 9 @Book/Bar!

"Yes, that's it." The baron nodded.

[James de Rothschild, originally named Jacob Rothschild, is the fifth and youngest son of banker Mayer Rothschild. The five brothers lived in various parts of Europe but held together, and finally became bankers who dominated one side. James later moved to Paris, France, and became a wealthy man in the tides. Because of his "outstanding contribution", he was appointed as Austrian ambassador to France by the Austrian royal family in 1821, and was named a baron by the royal family the following year. 】

I understand, I understand.

That's right, how could the Rothschild family not get involved here? This is an opportunity to cut a blow to the people of the whole country.

How could the billions of wealth accumulated by the Rothschild family, which is praised and envied by everyone, not come from the tears of millions of people?

On November 15, 1868, when this great banker died, he left his family a legacy of about 40 million francs, which was just his personal wealth! God knows how much his bank earned in the disaster that year!

"Really? That's great." No one could see Charles' true meaning from his simple comments, not even Baron Bovan. "Thank you for telling me this good news. What do you plan for me to do? Do you need me to cooperate with him?"

"No, no." Baron Bowen shook his head unexpectedly, "What we should worry about now is that we have too many friends."

"What do you mean?"

"My meaning is very simple..." The baron's smile suddenly became a little cunning, "The more people cut a piece of cake, the less each person can get. Undoubtedly, we need Mr. Rothschild's help; however, his over-effort in helping is not a good thing for us..."

"I understand." Charles nodded, "What do you need me to do?"

"I heard that you have good literary talent." The banker suddenly said something that seemed irrelevant.

"You are too kind..."

"So, can you write some pamphlets? When necessary, we can print them everywhere and scold all the Jews. The more humiliated they are, the better. Once people are angry with them, they will shrink back and run to me to get stabbed. As for the evidence, it doesn't matter, my friend, we have this kind of stuff everywhere..."

[After the mid-19th century, many pamphlets attacking Jewish financial tycoons did appear in France, such as "The Rothschild Dynasty" and "The Jews are the modern kings", etc. This is a historical fact. 】

The banker's treacherous smile made Charles feel a little cold. This guy planned to sell his teammates from the beginning!

No, this is just to eliminate competitors.

"So, Mr. Bovan, I think you should ask me for help now?" Charles asked in a low voice after a moment.

"Seek help? No, seek cooperation." The banker answered slowly.

"Yes, cooperation. Likewise, I need your help very much," Charles nodded vigorously, "I need money now."

"One hundred and ten out of a hundred people in the world need money, but few can explain why they need it." The baron answered slowly.

"I can explain it clearly." Charles looked directly at the banker.

"I believe it too."

The two smiled at each other. (To be continued.)