Flowers, Swords and France

"Charles, I want to be president of the Bank of France. Please help me do this."

When Charles heard this cordial call, the first thing he felt was not flattered, but deeply wary - this big banker's kindness to others was never without purpose.

However, even so, the grandeur and generosity of the plan that Baron de Beauvain inadvertently revealed still made Charles feel surprised and sincerely admired.

As a commoner, in these turbulent decades, he gradually expanded his strength, took advantage of the current situation to make a fortune, and finally climbed to the top of the country. What kind of strong man is this? What kind of epic is this?

But this person values ​​me very much.

When he thought of this, Ciel almost felt an indescribable sense of pride.

Of course, pride is pride, and Ciel will not unconditionally flatter the other party just because the other party values ​​him.

"You provided a very constructive idea." After thinking about it for a while, he replied cautiously, "However, you can also see that this appointment is not something I can have the final say on."

"Well, I know." Baron de Beauvin nodded, "It's not even Mr. Bonaparte who can have the final say."

When choosing the president of the Bank of France, the opinions of each director are extremely important. If all the directors oppose it, even the king will have difficulty in forcing the appointment. The baron certainly knows this.

"Then why do you still want to ask me to help you achieve this wish?" Charles looked at him curiously.

The Baron took a sip of coffee and exhaled a long breath. It seems like he enjoys the taste.

"Char, we need to see things clearly..." After a moment, he spoke with a smile. "When Mr. Bonaparte comes to power, France should never just change its head of state. We should let this country enter a new era. Otherwise, what difference will there be between us and Louis-Philippe's miserable servants?" What about words? Yes, we have to do something different.

And you, I can see that, and you. You are a person who shares the same ideas with me, and you are courageous and far-sighted. What's more, you have gained the favor of M. Bonaparte. You have a bright future ahead of you, I can see it. Therefore, in order to achieve our ideals, we should not drive away all the incompetent people who are just sitting there. And then transform this country with our ideas? Since in order to defeat Louis Philippe before. We can work together, so why can’t we continue to work together later? "

After a pause, he looked at Ciel again, his smile getting thicker, "Of course, you don't have to wonder why I suddenly fell in love with the country. No need to doubt it, I just want to find a new one for myself. One that is more fun. Just a toy. How about it? As long as you can help me, the director of the Bank of France and the shareholder of the gold mining company, you can do whatever you want, as long as you can help me achieve my goal. You also know that I am not a person. Will be stingy in return.”

After listening to the baron, in order to cover up his inner fluctuations, Charles also picked up the cup and drank slowly.

In other words, his gold mine plan is not only used to make a fortune, but also a tool to win over allies. He wants to use money to tie his allies together, and then let them help him become the Bank of France. President, this is his ultimate goal.

But he hadn't thought that the other party would offer him a price as a director of the Bank of France.

It does look quite tempting... However, this fact is too important to make a decision easily, otherwise you may suffer in the future. After thinking for a moment, Charles decided to put the matter aside for now, because he still hadn't figured out Louis Bonaparte's attitude towards the baron yet, so he couldn't tie himself to the baron without any clear explanation, otherwise he would When he fell out of favor with His Majesty the Emperor, it would be a small loss but a big loss.

After making his decision, he slowly put down the cup.

"Sir, I am very grateful for your consideration of me. I will consider it carefully."

His hesitant attitude did not dissatisfy the Baron, as if the Baron had expected such a reaction from him.

"Oh, of course. Of course you won't be comfortable with such a sudden proposal." The Baron still smiled, making people confused as to what he was talking about. "It doesn't matter, it's still early anyway. My The exploration team is just getting ready to leave. You still have plenty of time. When you think about it, just come and tell me."

"Thank you for your magnanimity."

Then, seeing that everything that needed to be discussed had been settled, Charles stood up and left after a few greetings as usual.

"I'm sorry, sir, I still have a lot of things to deal with. I'll stop talking here today. See you next time."

"Goodbye and all the best, sir."

……………………

When Charles, led by his servant, had just reached the door of the mansion hall, he suddenly heard a greeting from behind.

"Mr. Treville?"

He turned around in response and saw that it was Mademoiselle Laura de Beauvant, the baron's daughter. She was still in the study just now, listening to her father's collusion and conspiracy, but she didn't expect that she would catch up with him after she left.

"Mademoiselle de Beauvin? What can I do for you?"

"Nothing special." Laura walked over slowly and replied rather coldly, "It's just some small things I want to ask you."

However, although her face still looked cold and slightly arrogant, there was obviously some gasping in her words - obviously, chasing her all the way quickly was not an easy physical task for her.

What is it that is so important that she wants to ask me in such a hurry? Ciel couldn't help but feel curious.

"Just ask."

"Your sister, how are you doing recently?" Laura raised her head and asked. Her bun was tied up high, and she seemed to be looking down even though she was looking up. "I haven't seen her for a long time since the last banquet. I miss her very much."

"Oh, thank you for your concern, she is fine now." Charles replied with a smile.

He was not lying in this sentence. After the "confession" incident that may have been misunderstood, Fran, who admitted her mistake with Charles, became as well-behaved and sensible as she had been for some time, and her past grudges were cleared. The two brothers and sister have restored their previous harmonious relationship. This made Ciel, who was worried before, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh, that's best." Laura's mouth moved slightly, as if she was smiling, "Then, I think you don't mind if I visit her then? Although we were classmates once, we have been together for a long time. If you don’t move around, you may become a stranger.”

She has no friendship with you to begin with?

Ciel complained in his mind. He still couldn't figure out what the other party's sudden show of kindness meant. However, if it's a visit, it doesn't matter.

"Of course, you are welcome to visit our home at any time. Fran is getting bored staying at home all the time." He said casually.

"That's great!" Laura replied happily, and then she suddenly frowned. "Since I want to visit her, I can't go empty-handed. So, you are going back today anyway? Can you help me deliver a gift to her?"

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"Of course," Charles replied immediately, "but don't make it too expensive, otherwise she will feel uneasy because she won't be able to return the favor. She doesn't like to owe favors to others."

"You are really thoughtful." Laura smiled again, unable to tell whether it was praise or ridicule. Then, she turned and walked in the other direction, "Are you in a hurry now? If you can still spare some time, It’s time, then come with me.”

Charles was a little confused, but he still followed her.

After passing through the hall and corridor, and passing through the side door, they soon arrived in the garden, and then walked into a pavilion. Charles looked around and saw that in the flowers in front of him, hundreds of flowers were in full bloom. All kinds of precious and rare flowers were dazzling, and the scent of pollen kept rushing to the nose, which was even more unbearable. Live intoxicated.

The last time he came here was at night, so Charles didn't have the chance to take a good look at this huge garden. Now that he looked carefully, he couldn't help but feel a little envious of this family.

I will give Fran a garden like this too.

He said to himself in his mind, because he still remembered the ambition he had set.

Laura picked up a pair of small scissors from the table in the gazebo, and then walked to a cluster of rose bushes in full bloom. This cluster of flowers is as red as a ball of fire and as red as a ball of blood.

"I'll give Fran a bouquet, so it won't put her in trouble with you?" she asked without looking back.

"Oh, then I'll thank you on her behalf." Charles thanked him quickly.

"It's a pity that I don't understand what the other Miss Treville likes, otherwise I can prepare some gifts together today." Laura said calmly.

Of course this is a lie, she will never give a gift to Charlotte in her life.

"But my brother should understand? He was pursuing the princess for a while, but he was so passionate that he didn't even think about food and drinks. He was thinking about how to please her every day..." She said pretending to be casual. "Just yesterday he was still talking about that young lady's birthday coming soon, and he was still trying to prepare a gift."

"Oh, really?" After hearing these words, Charles's face suddenly darkened.

Even though her back was to Charles, Laura could still hear the coldness that was concealed by her efforts, and this was exactly her purpose.

He also hates my brother.

Such words passed through her heart coldly.

Very good, great.

She picked up the scissors and gently placed them on both sides of the stems of the roses. The wind echoed slightly among the flowers, and the rustling sound seemed to be the whimpering and praying of the flowers.

"Pa"

A clean cut.

The fragile stem was broken from it, like a poor man on the guillotine. (To be continued...)