Flowers, Swords and France

After showing off his authority in front of the station officials, Albert seemed to have calmed down a little, and then walked out of the station with Charles.

They didn't go far and found a restaurant near the station. Then they went straight in, ordered some food, and, as Albert wished, some wine. Although the quality of the wine in this kind of restaurant is definitely not very good, these two young people don't care so much.

After the waiter left, Charles poured the wine gently into his glass, and then looked at Albert with great concern. "My friend, what happened to you just now? To be honest, I can't understand it at all."

"What don't you understand?" Albert took the bottle from him and poured himself some wine.

At this moment, he was very calm, and he couldn't tell that he was the one who got angry just now.

"I don't even know if you are losing your temper..." Charles raised his wine glass, "Generally speaking, you wouldn't be so angry over a money bag, would you? Even if you say a lot of words, you are really angry. Well, why did you suddenly say that you want to bring that kid here? You were so weird just now. "Isn't it better to vent my anger to someone?" Albert smiled and then raised his glass too.

The wine glasses of the two men clinked lightly, making a crisp chirping sound.

"Then why go to such trouble?" Charles took a sip of wine and let the sour liquid flow down his esophagus, "Can't we just get the money bag back? We have to bring the person here... …Is it possible that you really plan to blow his head off?”

"I really had this idea just now, but then I changed my mind." Albert shrugged. "I thought of a better use."

"What's a better way to use it?" Charles took another sip of wine and looked at the other person in confusion.

"As I said just now, I want to bring this child over. He will be my follower." Albert replied in a low voice.

"That's why I feel baffled. Why?" Charles continued to ask, "Even if you follow me, there is no need to look for it from these little thieves. With your current income, who can't you hire?"

"But..." Albert's voice dropped even lower, "Others will serve as followers. Can't they be our hunting dogs?"

"Hound?" Charles's expression became solemn, "What does this mean?" Albert first looked at the people next to him to make sure no one could hear him. He turned his attention back to Ciel.

"Char, aren't we members of the December 10th Society? The president needs us to give him a stronger momentum? Since this organization needs to grow, I think the only way to start is with those gang members."

Um. Logically speaking, it is correct. If Louis Bonaparte wants to usurp power, he needs a large number of thugs. Whether they are politicians or soldiers in the daytime, helpers in the dark areas are also indispensable.

In order for the December 10th Society, an organization that claims to be only loyal to him, to develop and grow, objectively speaking, it is necessary to do its best to absorb those dynamic civil organizations.

"When it comes to finding gang members, although I personally know some people, it's not enough because I'm not too involved in them. So I don't know the whole story. So I plan to find some people who are familiar with gangs as helpers. As our hunting dogs, pick them out one by one, and then either let them become our people, or not become people at all. I want to try it today to see if I can let that kid be the hunting dog first..."

After listening to Albert's plan, Charles frowned slightly.

It sounds like a good idea, but...

"Albert, are you serious?". Charles looked at Albert in surprise and even raised his voice unnaturally. "Don't go crazy!"

"Uh... Charles, what do you mean?" Albert was a little surprised by Charles' reaction, "Isn't your idea a bad idea?"

"Okay, of course, great." Charles sneered, "But have you ever thought about why no one has ever implemented such a good idea?"

"Huh?" Albert opened his eyes slightly. "This is quite strange to say. What I want, you should also want..."

"That's because this kind of thing is thankless. The harder you work, the more likely you are to become an outcast. Will our Majesty Bonaparte admit that he is a gangster leader and a gang leader after becoming rich? Don't be stupid, Albert, he definitely won't." Charles looked at his friend with concern and explained patiently, "In this kind of matter, the more you do for him, the dirtier you will get and the more you will give in. Man wants to be kicked away; the greater your hard work and merit, the more intolerable you are to him... I can guarantee that if you do this, once he does restore the empire, you will be immediately Throw it away, he doesn't even want to look at you, let alone any compensation or reward, understand! So, you should put aside this boring idea and do it with me."

Unfortunately, most of the so-called gang members are completely different from the idealized images in movies. Most of them make a living by bullying the poor, stealing, abducting, and collecting protection fees. Although it is definitely useful, it will be very dirty when it gets on it, and it will make you want to throw it away after use.

He thought that his friend wanted to leave him and go it alone, so he couldn't help but persuade him - not because he didn't want Albert to start a career on his own, but because the path he chose was a clear and clear idea.

Albert listened quietly to Charles's advice and took a leisurely sip of wine. He didn't laugh until Charles finished speaking. "My friend, it turns out that you are not willing to do anything for that gentleman. No wonder you haven't done this..."

"Of course, who doesn't do it for himself?" Charles sighed, and then poured himself another glass of wine. "Albert, it's good that you are ambitious now, but in addition to ambition, we must also have a cool head. My friend, don't be anxious and stay where you are now. I will slowly find a better place for you. The opportunity..."

"But, even if you say so, I think I can still do it." Albert suddenly replied calmly.

Ciel's expression froze. "What does this mean? Do you think I will harm you?"

"No, no, no. Of course that's not what I meant." Albert waved his hand quickly, "Actually... I just want to, anyway, I don't plan to have any development in my career. I can't live a life that is too routine. "I'm used to it, I can help with this job, doesn't it have to be done by someone else?"

After a pause, he added another sentence. "Besides, I can also use this opportunity to settle accounts with some of my former friends..."

"Revenge? Who do you want to seek revenge from?" Charles finally understood something.

"You know. I owed a lot of money before. Someone bought my debt and then collected the debt from me, which made me very embarrassed..." A wry smile appeared on Albert's face. "So I just thought. Anyway, now that I have the opportunity, why don't I think of a way to retaliate?"

Charles stared at Albert and did not answer for a moment.

In today's era, it is true that some gang members often buy debts from creditors at low prices, and then use various legal and illegal methods to collect debts from debtors - in other words, this is the traditional business of gangsters. . Albert had lived a rather dissolute life over the years, and his family would not send him any money. So...even if you really get into trouble with gang members, it's normal.

"Albert. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Charles asked solemnly.

"What's the point of telling you so early?" Albert replied with a smile. "Dragging you in won't help. You have your own things to do."

There was another moment of silence.

After a moment, Ciel sighed.

"Well, if you want to think so, I can understand your thoughts. But I still want to advise that the future is long. We don't need to engage in some disputes of temper now. Why rush at this moment? Wait until the future. Going one step further, won’t it be easy for us to repay or take revenge? Albert, think about it again.”

"Don't try to persuade me, Charles. Once I make a decision, I won't change it easily." Albert shrugged, "Some things must be dealt with as soon as possible."

"Okay..." Charles sighed again, "Since you have decided, I won't say anything more, you have the final say. Then you can start doing it soon, and I will help you. , you can do whatever you want.”

"Thank you very much, Charles." Albert also breathed a sigh of relief.

"These gang members are easy to deal with. They are just a group of hooligans and thieves on the left and right. You can deal with them however you want." Charles frowned slightly, thinking about his friends, "However, the ideas of the police department must be Think about it, after all, many gangs live under the protection of the police. This cannot be easily offended. Hmm... Regarding this, I will communicate with Mr. Baroque. After all, you are also working for us, and he cannot be like this. No convenience is given.”

It's funny to say that when it comes to provoking gang members, the most important thing to worry about is the police's opinion, but this world has always been chaotic, so it's not surprising.

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However, fortunately, the current Minister of the Interior, His Excellency Jules Barocque, is also a Bonapartist, so there is no need to worry too much about this issue.

[Jules Barlot (jles-bre, 1802-1870), a Bonapartist, served as Minister of the Interior and Minister of Foreign Affairs in the late Second Republic. Later, during the Second Empire, he successively held the positions of Chairman of the Supreme Administrative Court, Minister of Foreign Affairs, and Minister of Justice. He was considered to be one of the main minions who helped Napoleon III suppress the people. After the destruction of the empire, he fled the UK and died here. 】

Then, Charles told Albert exactly what he needed to think about. Since you have to do something, then try your best to do it well. This is his consistent creed. Albert also listened carefully and kept in mind the advice Charles gave him.

"As long as you do what I said above, it is very simple to achieve your goal. Those wild wolves are most afraid of sticks, and we have sticks in our hands. The reason why people don't do it is just because it is too dirty, not because it is difficult to do. "Ciel pondered. Although he said it easily, he still felt a little worried about his friend.

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.

"Oh, you are right just now. If you want to achieve your goal, you need some hounds, but hounds alone are not enough. You'd better have a hunter, so that you can easily settle things." Ciel raised his head. Come and look at Albert, "I can find you a hunter. He has worked in the police department for many years and is most familiar with these things. Let him help you do it, and everything will be easy."

"Oh, that's great!" Albert also nodded happily, "Who is he?"

"His name is Kong Ze, and he has been idle for a long time. I will call him over in two days to let you get to know him." Charles smiled, "But, my friend, when you use him You must also be on guard against him, because this hunter is also an ambitious guy, so don’t let him break free.”…

"I know this, don't worry Charles." Albert nodded again.

"Then... I have nothing more to say. I wish you good luck, Albert." Seeing that what needed to be said had been said, Charles stopped talking and raised his glass again, "Cheers."

"Cheers." Albert also raised his glass.

With the crisp collision sound, the bright red wine flowed freely in the wine glass, as if it was a metaphor that in the near future, a lot of blood would probably flow down, but the two young people did not care and drank the wine easily. Put it into your mouth.

When the two of them were finishing their meal, there was a sudden noise at the door of the hotel. Then Charles looked towards the door and saw several people walking in.

A red-haired young man wearing a black coat and a fierce face walked up to them and looked at Albert.

"Is this Mr. de Foa Grail?" He asked cautiously, his tone was very respectful, completely different from his appearance.

"Yes." Albert wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then replied rather haughtily. "What do you want from me?"

"Great, I finally found you." The red-haired young man breathed a sigh of relief, then took out a money bag from his pocket and handed it over respectfully. "I hope it didn't interfere with your meal."

Albert motioned for him to put the purse on the table, and then asked calmly.

"Did anyone bring it?"

"Brought." The other party bowed again and then made a gesture.

A thin child was escorted over. It looked like the child who had stolen Albert before.

At this moment, his face was pale and he was trembling - I'm afraid, this time it was true fear. "Yes...I'm sorry, sir..."

Albert sneered, even looking a little ferocious.

"Kid, don't be afraid...your fortune has turned."

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