Flowers, Swords and France

This is a huge building, and this is a noisy world. .

Huge amounts of money are constantly flowing here, but there is almost no trace of it.

Under the golden dome of the building, people were shouting, clamoring, pushing and shouting. Their clothes are different, and their occupations are also different. There are well-dressed gentlemen, plainly dressed citizens, agents, and even women.

However, their faces were almost identical—either panicked or anxious. It seems that everyone has integrated into the atmosphere here.

This is the Paris Stock Exchange, the heart of the French money world.

[**oursedeparis, the largest stock exchange in France at the time, was located in the Second District of Paris, very close to the Paris Opera House. 】

Since 1724, it has existed as a bond market exchange. Over the past 100 years, it has become the largest bond trading market in France. This heart beats every moment, transporting the torrent of money from one place to another, affecting everything in this country.

In most cases, this kind of transfer means transferring the money of the many people to the hands of the few.

Such as today.

It's been crazy here.

Under the conscious guidance, and under the urging of this fanatical atmosphere, irrational madness has invaded everyone's mind. Everyone is shouting loudly, wanting to sell themselves and asking the broker to help them sell. They were desperately pushing each other to hold the bonds in their hands, just to rush to sell the bonds in their hands before the listed price became even lower.

All this, just for one word.

panic.

Charles stood on the second floor, quietly watching the swarming scene downstairs. This was where Baron Beauvain often sat. Looking down from here to the exchange hall below, it is like looking at the theater stage from a theater box, with almost an unobstructed view.

On weekdays, the big banker stands here, with this angle, with this gaze, overlooking all the living beings in this country, right?

"People are scared crazy, aren't they?" Mr. Du Taai, the banker, stood next to him and asked with a smile, "Would you like one?"

"No, thank you, no need." Charles declined in a low voice.

Just where he saw it, a well-dressed middle-aged man pushed away a woman standing in front of him, dragged her to the ground, and then moved up to him. His clothes, It was also crooked and wrinkled, obviously a lot of hard work had gone into it.

Regardless of his image, the middle-aged man howled loudly at the broker, as if urging him to work faster so that he could sell the bonds in his hands earlier and suffer less losses.

"It's really scary." Ciel whispered to himself.

"Of course, you don't see how much effort we have put in and how many people we have spread false news!" Du Taai lit the cigar and put it in his mouth, "It's a pity if you don't. A good Havana cigar, I would hate to smoke it!”

"As long as we work harder, you can smoke as much as you want from now on." Charles encouraged the other party in a timely manner.

"Of course!" Du Taai smiled happily, even a little ferocious, "As long as we work harder!"

"Mr. Du Taai, judging from your professional skills, is now the time to fully enter the market?" Charles withdrew his eyes from the exchange hall and looked at the banker calmly.

"It's still early, you can wait a little longer." Du Taai replied immediately, and then took a puff of smoke.

The thick smell of smoke was a bit pungent, which made Charles frown slightly, but he concealed it well.

"Based on my experience, the current price has not yet reached the bottom, and we can still push it further... There are still many people holding a wait-and-see attitude, and the spending situation can be maintained for a while, and we have not yet reached the final desperation... …However, I have recently arranged for many people to sell large amounts of money at low prices. In a few days, the price will hit the bottom. Don’t worry, these people will bear it!” When talking about our bank, Du-Taai's tone was very brisk and he looked radiant. "Anyway, just wait for a while. After a while, we can use lower costs to wipe out this place in one go! Anyway, we still have plenty of time to wait."

Then, he stretched out his right hand and pointed at the entire hall, as if he wanted to embrace it all in one breath.

"Mr. Treville, here, it's just like sesame seeds. The more you squeeze them, the more oil they get..."

"Well, you are a professional, of course I can listen to your opinion." Charles listened to the other party's views. "You can continue to do what you want...I believe in your ability."

"Seriously, it would be a real loss if you didn't take one too!" Du Taai puffed out another puff of smoke. "Mr. Treville, don't worry, as long as we work hard, we will definitely make a lot of money!"

Then, he winked and motioned for the two of them to return to the room to continue discussing the next matter.

Charles followed suit and agreed to the other party's request.

After returning to the room, the two people sat next to a small coffee table.

Banker Du Taai's expression became extremely solemn, and the high spirits he had just now completely disappeared.

He put the half-smoked cigar into the glass ashtray, and then pressed it hard to extinguish it. His fingers were so hard that even the blood vessels bulged out.

"Mr. Treville, I believe that Baron de Beauvain must have contacted you several times recently, right?"

Although the big banker was definitely not in the city now, Du Taai still looked around subconsciously, and then deliberately lowered his voice even lower.

In many years of cooperation and service, it can be seen how much shadow the great banker Baron Beauvain has cast in the hearts of his assistants.

"Yes, we did contact him many times." Charles nodded calmly, "I also mentioned to him about letting you and us have more self-determination rights in accordance with our prior agreement..."

"I also mentioned this matter to him, and it seems to have worked well. He has promised to give me more autonomy." Du Taai also nodded, indicating that everything in their small plan is going well so far, and then, He looked at Ciel nervously again, "So, did he mention anything else to you? Like me...?"

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"Yes," Charles replied, "and he hinted, intentionally or unintentionally, that you were very dissatisfied with me and had repeatedly spoken ill of me in front of him. In addition, he also told me that you are now requesting that you be alone. To take charge of the affairs of Paris as a whole..."

"That's right!" Du Taai clapped his hands lightly and made a soft sound. "He said the same to me! This old fox! He just wants to provoke us to fight each other and make us be honest. Let him work alone!"

When he said this, a trace of resentment flashed across his face. It was obvious that this was not the first time that Baron Beauvain had treated him like this over the years.

"So, we should unite more, shouldn't we?" Charles deliberately used an angry tone, "He wants to deceive us, and of course we can retaliate!"

"Yes! That's right, we should retaliate retaliation!" Du Taai repeated approvingly, but he immediately lowered his voice, "However, although the truth is true, but this matter We have to be careful, we must be careful. I know my boss very well. Although he entrusts everything to us people on the surface, he must be secretly hiding something. If we don't deal with him carefully, , then we will all be in bad luck!"

"It's right to be careful, but if we are too careful, we can't do anything." Charles replied disapprovingly, "Now that we have reached this point, can we solve the problem by being cautious?"

After hearing these words, Du Taai's expression became a little miserable, but after a moment, he became excited again.

"You are right. If you want to make a lot of money, you have to be bold. Didn't Baron Beauvain do such a big job? He dared to loot the whole country! Of course we can do him too!"

Yes, they have already done a lot of work.

According to the plan beforehand, Du Taai, as a subordinate left by Baron Beauvain to handle affairs in the city of Paris, embezzled a large amount of funds from the bank where he worked through various methods.

There is no doubt that this is very dangerous. Although Baron Beauvain himself cannot control it now because he is away from home, he will come back one day. When the time comes, he will find such a huge deficit when he cleans up the accounts. When the time comes, he will be responsible No one can run away.

Therefore, in Du Taai's plan, this money is only intended to be used for investment, to be circulated outside, to increase a large amount in a few months, and then to return it without anyone noticing, so that's it. Baron Beauvain would check the accounts immediately upon his return and find nothing.

However, of course, he could not accomplish such a job alone, so he was also selecting his accomplices at that time. In the end, he chose Charles, who was bold, smart and had a certain status, as his partner, and Of course, Ciel would not refuse this opportunity and agreed immediately.

He is not as afraid as Du Taai that the matter will be exposed. With his current status and ability, even if the matter is exposed, he is not afraid that Baron Beauvain will take his life. At most, he can exchange the money for it. Baron Wang probably won't be very angry - aren't bankers the ones who cheated me and I cheated you? They have long been used to it.

As for Du Taai, Charles didn't care whether he died alone or his whole family.

Of course, this is the best money you can earn.

In addition, the request he made to Miss Marquis Leolan that day was also serious. If the other party really had the ability, he would not mind having an additional assistant.

He was not afraid that the Marquis would back down or tell others about his plans. Anyway, it would not cause any trouble, but it would be an advertisement for himself.

In short, at present, everything is going well, and Charles is making steady progress towards the great cause of making a fortune, although it is difficult to make a country rich. (To be continued.)