Flowers, Swords and France

Led by the butler, Charles soon arrived in front of the Baron's study.

The butler's anxiety could no longer be concealed. A few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, and then he raised his hand tremblingly and knocked on the door gently.

"Sir, I have brought Mr. de Treville here."

"Bring him in!" Baron Bovan's low voice sounded inside.

He sounded quite calm.

The heavy carved nanmu door was soon opened, and Charles walked in immediately.

After a long absence of several months, Charles finally saw the big banker again.

Compared with him a few months ago, he did not change much in appearance. Perhaps because of the seclusion for a few months, his originally chubby face seemed to be rounder, and even his skin color was a little whiter. However, his demeanor at the moment was very solemn, and he could not see any smile.

"Oh, Mr. Treville, you finally honor me with your presence!" After seeing Charles come in, Baron Bovan immediately forced a smile and greeted him. Then, although he was smiling, the sharpness in his eyes did not diminish at all. This gloomy and sharp sight scraped on Charles' face, making him feel a little gloomy.

As if to match the Baron's mood, this luxurious study was also filled with a depressing atmosphere at the moment. The heavy gold silk satin curtains were tied with thick velvet ropes with tassels, tightly pressing the windows, never letting a single ray of light in from the outside. The slightly swaying candlelight made the faces of several people inside seem to be painted with a layer of gray powder, and their expressions were frighteningly solemn.

Scared. No wonder his subordinate was so panicked just now.

"It seems that you don't welcome me to come?" Charles asked curiously.

"No, don't worry. All this is not because of something. I welcome young talents like this." Baron Bovan sneered again, "Mr. Treville, did you find anything strange here today?"

"I think this place is very strange." Charles answered calmly first, then glanced around, "Well, where is Mr. Du-Taai? Isn't he coming to the banquet held today?"

If Charles had been pretending not to remember the existence of Du-Taai. That would definitely be more suspicious, so he asked at the right time.

When he heard this surname, Baron Bovan's mouth twitched unnaturally.

"It was soon discovered. Yes. He is not here today. Mr. Treville, I want to ask, when was the last time I met him?"

"The last time I met him?" Charles frowned slightly, "It was about half a month ago... What happened to him?"

"What did he say to me?" The baron ignored Charles' question. Asked directly.

"Nothing. He told me something about bond speculation. Since he's a professional, I just listened to him most of the time and let him talk..."

"Didn't he show any abnormality?" The baron's tone was a little colder.

Charles frowned even more, and answered after a while.

"... There's nothing strange, just the usual greetings and talks. Mr. de-Bovan, what happened to him?"

Baron Bovan's face became even gloomier.

"I also want to know this question. Mr. Treville, he's gone."

"Gone?" Charles' face showed a moderate surprise and astonishment, "He's gone? Did he meet with misfortune during the mob riots a few days ago?"

"It's worse than that." The baron stared at Charles closely, not letting go of any of his expressions. "He took a large sum of money from me, and then... he disappeared."

"He ran away with the money?!" Charles couldn't help shouting, and then repeated it again, as if he couldn't believe this fact, "ran away?"

"Yes, he ran away, disappeared." The baron nodded coldly, "And he also took a large sum of my money. He took advantage of the chaos and disappeared from Paris. Now I don't know where he is."

After the initial shock, Charles finally regained his composure slowly.

"Can you tell me the whole story in detail?"

"After I came back, I took over the business again. In order to keep the business smooth, I spent some time to check and carefully check the accounts." As if he no longer doubted Charles's reaction, the baron narrated slowly, "As a result, I found a big deficit..."

"And it was in the business handled by Du-Taai? And he disappeared too?" Charles seemed to understand all the circumstances.

"Yes." The baron nodded, "So, the situation is already very clear..."

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise on the desk, and Charles couldn't help but shudder as if by reflex, while the sweat on the faces of others was even more. Obviously, this was not the first time that the baron vented his anger in front of them.

"This bastard! Beast! Scum! Son of a bitch!" The baron roared, and a lot of curses suddenly came out of his mouth. The rich vocabulary and vulgar sentences clearly showed that although the baron had achieved such a prominent and prosperous level, he had not forgotten his origins after all. "I cultivated him and supported him for so many years, but this bastard still repays me like this! Without me, he would have lived worse than a dog! He actually repays me like this!"

When the baron vented and cursed, Charles stood quietly, neither dissuading him nor scolding him.

After a while, the Baron finally regained his composure. He picked up a glass of water on the table and drank it directly.

"He's not going to end well, I swear to God!"

Of course he would not end well. Would being stabbed to death with a sword and then burned to ashes be considered a good end? Ciel added coldly in his mind - but of course it was impossible for him to say this.

"Yesterday, I had someone send his family to America." The baron added viciously. "He can't escape either."

This "Upper America" ​​is of course not meant literally. It's a euphemism for "kill".

"Since he chose to donate money and abscond alone, he is definitely not someone who cares about his family." Charles analyzed calmly, "I think the most important thing now is to quickly search around and find him before he can run far away. Find it out."

Maybe Du Taai wanted to take advantage of the chaos and run away with the whole family, or maybe he just wanted to run away alone. Now it doesn't matter at all. Anyway, they have all gone to God.

"Don't worry, I've given an order. People are searching for him everywhere, and I will do whatever it takes to find him! Even if France is turned upside down, I have to dig him out!" the baron replied coldly. , "I want him to understand the consequences of betraying me. When the time comes, I will make him beg me to kill him. He stole millions from me, but he can never hold the money safely. I can spend it again Millions bought his life!”

"I actually took so much!" Charles was surprised again. "I sincerely hope that he can be found as soon as possible."

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"He can't run away," the Baron asserted through gritted teeth.

Then the Baron finally regained his composure and turned the conversation away from poor Du Taai.

"But, Mr. Treville, I am very pleased that, except for this damn bastard, everything else went smoothly. Everything turned out as I expected for the best."

"It does seem so." Charles nodded, "I have been keeping an eye on the market for the past few months. The results are as we expected."

"So, I'm almost done but I'm done with my boasts."

at the time. When Charles, Joseph Bonaparte and Baron Beauvain met, Baron Beauvain once said, "I don't expect to make several times the profit this time, as long as the assets of the Beauvain family can be doubled." Double is enough.”

Now he says he is about to accomplish this goal!

However, this feast of financiers has carried so much tears and blood!

However, as a person who also participated in it, what qualifications does Charles have to condemn the former's sin?

"Then it seems that there is no need to be so angry because Mr. Du Taai took away millions." Charles looked at the Baron as if he was teasing.

"No, this is not just a matter of money, this is a matter of principle." The Baron shook his head, "Even if I make hundreds of millions, my money is still my money. If I don't nod, no one wants to take it safely. Not a word! If Du Taai takes my money without being punished, who will take care of me seriously in the future? If he wants to take advantage of me, I will have to send his whole family to America!"

Ciel lightly shrugged and said nothing more.

"The money I lent should have been used reasonably, right?" Baron Bowen looked at Charles.

"Of course." Charles nodded, then bowed and thanked the other party, "Thank you very much for your generosity."

"Then do you need to borrow more now? But this time I have to pay a higher interest rate, how about 1/2?" the baron asked gently, seeming to have returned to his usual banker's professional attitude.

Did the interest rate suddenly increase by half? Wow, these bankers really eat people without spitting out their bones.

"Thank you, no need for now." Just when Charles was about to reply, his heart suddenly became cold.

wrong! Something's wrong!

Ciel immediately came to his senses.

Since the baron lent Charles a large sum of money, Charles had a large amount of cash. Then, after several months of operation, in theory, almost all of this money has now been converted into bonds and stocks. In other words, if normal, Charles should be very short of cash on hand right now - if someone is willing to lend him a huge sum of money at 1/2 interest for turnover, he will definitely accept it happily.

And what if Ciel doesn't accept it?

This shows that Shire has received a large capital injection.

So……

This old fox almost gave me a test, and sure enough he still doubted me! Thank you for being so nice!

Ciel cursed in his heart.

Then, he immediately smiled and replied, "Oh, that would be great if that's the case! I'm very tight recently and I'm looking for a loan... Thank you!" (To be continued...)