Eagle’s Glory

After getting the order, the secretary quickly walked out the door, and soon after, he brought a man up from downstairs.

Edmund Dantes knew that he must be Mr. Poncenar's henchman, so he also deliberately looked at the man when he came in.

To his surprise, this man was not the well-dressed, mercenary, arrogant and aloof banker of the stereotype, on the contrary, he was in his thirties, with a stocky stature, and his clothes always seemed unsuitable. Fit, a little loose.

He always had a smile on his face, which made people feel friendly and warm, and looked very simple and honest, a bit like a simple farmer who had just entered the city.

And like the boss, his clothes are equally simple, only the smart eyes in his eyes can make people feel that this person is really doing a very important job.

As soon as he came in, he bowed to his boss.

"Sir, do you have any instructions for me?"

Poncenar did not answer him immediately, but first introduced the man to Edmund Dantes.

"This gentleman, my former apprentice, my secretary and close assistant, Jacques-Louis Beauvain, may not look very bright, but over the years I have seen his keen eye and precise judgment , and indomitable will... I believe that in our line, he will have a great future, even surpassing my heights."

Poncena introduced Edmund Dantes, who then introduced Edmund to those who came in, "Jacques, this is the Count of Bellevue, from Parma, and he will be an important client for us. ."

Hearing Poncenar's introduction, the original smile on the visitor's face became deeper, and he bowed again. He was originally a head shorter than Edmund's height, and now his head can only match Edmund's. The chest is flat, "Mr. Count, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Mr. Beauvain, it's a pleasure to meet you too." Edmund Dantes said hello to him too, and then he held out his hand.

Bo Wang immediately reached out and took his hand, looking flattered.

Edmund is not a person who judges people by their appearance. Although this person does not seem to have much ability, since Poncenar introduced him so solemnly, Edmund also believes that the other party must have extraordinary ability.

"Bauwang, I have a very important task for you." After the two of them exchanged greetings, Poncenet looked at his assistant with a serious face, "I told you before, Lucien Bonaparte The prince is my past benefactor, and has a great favor to me, and this gentleman is a friend who the prince wrote to me personally, and he hopes that we can help this newcomer in Paris... Since this is the prince His Highness's wish, then I think I have a duty to do so."

"Sir, your wish is my obligation." Bo Wang replied very humbly, "I am also very happy to have the opportunity to repay you."

"That's good." Poncena nodded lightly, "Bauwang, I know, you have never let me down, so this time I still have high hopes for you. I usually have too many things to do. I’m busy, and my energy has been exhausted as I get older, so from now on, I want you to be in charge of our bank’s business dealings with the Earl.”

Bo Wang was about to agree, but he felt a different meaning from the boss's tone.

Although the pair are thirty or forty years apart in age, they have been working together for almost twenty years. In the past two decades, Bo Wang has always been by the boss's side. He has been taught by his words and deeds, not only his ability and vision, but also the boss. 's temper is also well known.

He knew that the boss was a serious and rigid person, and even a duke and prince could not impress him, but today he obviously seemed to worry about gains and losses.

Moreover, they are a big bank, and some of the clients they serve are princes and nobles. Why should they care about a foreign count?

So he quickly guessed that the earl was probably not as simple as "the friend of His Royal Highness".

He secretly winked at the boss, and at this time Poncenar just blinked slightly.

In this calm, Beauwang suddenly realized that this count must be sent by the Bonaparte family!

He came to this conclusion in an instant.

Of course, this conclusion made him feel a little flustered, but years of work have made him exercise the concentration to not change his face no matter what the situation, so he just flashed a glance at the boss briefly, and pretended not to be at all. Cope with the past.

The tacit understanding they have cultivated over the years has allowed them to exchange a lot of information in just two glances. Of course, Edmund Dantes is ignorant of this.

Bowang looked at Edmund again, and then said with a smile, "Mr. Count, since my boss has already told me to cooperate with you, I will follow your orders from now on, no matter what you want to do, just follow me. Say something and I will do my best to cooperate, and we can also open an advance account for you in advance, so that you can withdraw funds from us for your expenses when you need it—"

"You are serious." Seeing the other party's respectful appearance, Edmund Dantes waved his hand quickly, "I'm just a foreigner who came over to meet the world, and I don't need you to treat me so seriously. , although Paris is prosperous, it is like a labyrinth to me, and I will only ask you to take care of it from now on.”

"To be honest, even though I've lived here for decades, I don't understand Paris as much as you." Beauvain replied with a smile, "We just lend and collect money, we don't understand those salons and affairs, if you don't know about Paris. If you're interested, we're afraid we can't help you."

Bowang's answer made Edmund laugh.

"To tell you the truth, I'm also a little bit reverie about this. If I can really encounter any romantic encounters here, it's a worthwhile trip!"

Of course, what he said was just to deal with the situation. For him, he was too busy to complete His Majesty's task, and he had no time to have any leisurely affairs. Besides, in his current situation, in order to avoid being recognized, he participated in public occasions. The less the better.

"I can't guarantee that you will get what you want, but I can assure you that you already have the most reliable and sharpest weapon in love—money." Bowang replied, "Although everyone says that money can't buy it. Love, but in Paris, as long as you ask enough, there are naturally a lot of beauties who will give you simulated love, and I think it's about the same."

"I didn't expect you to be a poet lying on the books!" Edmund Dantes joked.

"To achieve the ultimate in any line is almost like writing poetry." Bo Wang smiled, showing a little pride, "In this city, many people are obsessed with orgy, but for me, on the account book Those numbers that beat are my entertainment, my life."

"It's really respectable." Edmund Dantes couldn't help but be in awe of the other party, "but I can also understand that I also love my career."

After speaking, the two of them shook hands again, and each had the impression that "this person is not an ordinary person".

Poncenar watched the two of them chat, and when they shook hands again, he spoke again.

"Bowang, you know why I asked you to take care of these things, you are the person I trust most, and I am very optimistic about the successor, I am old, and there are many things that are difficult to handle by myself, so I will leave it to you. -In the past few years, I have never asked you about a task I handed you. I let you do it, and this time is the same. I believe that you know what is good for our bank and yourself, and you also believe that, You were able to get everything right. I wish you two a good time together."

After he finished speaking, he made a gesture, indicating that the two of them left first, and he was going to take care of his official business.

Bo Wang listened quietly, he knew exactly what the boss meant.

The boss was old, a little timid, and didn't know how to deal with the relationship with the Bonaparte family, so he left these things to himself.

To be honest, anyone in his position would have a headache and a dilemma.

Why didn't the boss inform him? He was afraid that once the Bonaparte family was restored, he would be liquidated, but if he really participated in it, wouldn't he be in danger?

Therefore, he called himself over, regarded the "closest assistant" as a firewall, and let himself be responsible for related matters, that is, he left this problem to himself.

In this way, whether offending the Bonaparte family or the Bourbon royal family has no direct relationship with him, he is just serving a foreign "client".

Bo Wang is not cold-hearted by the boss's actions. He has been in this industry for so many years, and he has seen countless things that are even more cold-hearted. This little thing is nothing.

He regarded this time as a "test" more. If he passed this difficult test, then the boss would admit that he was his best successor.

Yes, as the boss said, he is old and his energy is declining, and there is no one among his children who can inherit the existing business. He has stated several times before that after retirement, he will choose to The bank is run by someone he trusts, and his family only gets the corresponding annual dividends and dividends from it.

There are two or three qualified competitors besides Bo Wang, but if he completes the boss's toughest test, then he will become the best successor without a doubt. Taking over the office and even changing the bank's name to Bowang Bank is not a dream.

Bo Wang will always remember that he is the son of a small businessman from a province without any support or concern. He came to Paris to work hard in the chaotic situation, and got the insight of the boss. status.

But he is not satisfied, because he has not climbed to the top of his career.

He has witnessed with his own eyes that the boss handles hundreds of millions of funds every year, flowing in the direction designated by him, making some people prosperous and wealthy, and making some people bankrupt. In the past, what could only be done by hundreds of thousands of troops is now sitting alone in the office. It can be done here - that's the day and age.

He believes that the power of money is omnipotent, and he believes that he has the ability to control this power.

What he has tirelessly pursued is this power itself - not for the infatuation and glory that money brings, but for the sake of money itself.

He doesn't believe in all the creeds, precepts and religions in the world, he only believes in himself, he vows to swallow everything, even surpass the boss's achievements, and truly become a living God of Wealth, an uncrowned king.

Obviously, he still has a long way to go to achieve that goal, but his physical strength contains infinite energy and courage, which drives him to walk in that direction unswervingly.

But today, he saw an opportunity in the crisis.

Bo Wang is a pure banker who never cares about politics. He also scoffs at sayings such as "the divine right of the monarchy", but he never rejects politics. On the contrary, he knows that politics is the biggest reliance on money, and it is also the decision. Determining factor in the flow of money.

So instead, he wanted to get involved with politics.

However, he was from a commoner. Under the current rule of the Bourbon royal family, he was destined to not be able to have an equal relationship with the court or those famous families. He knew this well.

But what if France changed its dynasty again? What if it came to a new regime that was less exclusionary of civilians? Everything will naturally be very different.

The old Poncenar, whose spirits were exhausted, only wanted to retire peacefully, so he only saw the crisis; but the ambitious Bowang, when a person was at his most energetic, saw the real opportunity from it.

If the Bonaparte family really returns, and if he has made great achievements in the middle, then maybe he can be associated with the supreme power of this country, and that means that he will truly achieve his goals.

From this point of view, this "Count of Bellevue" is an excellent gift from the goddess of luck.

He knew that he was gambling and facing huge risks, but in order to realize his dream, he was willing to gamble - just like the young man who dared to venture into the soil of France.

When the gains are large enough, no amount of losses can scare ambitious gamblers.

Bowang turned these thoughts in his mind, and took the count to his office with a blank expression, and then carefully closed the door.

The boss didn't identify the other party's identity directly in front of him, so he can't identify it now, he must remain "uninformed".

But he had to show his worth and willingness to cooperate in front of the count, so that the self-proclaimed Supreme could hear his name through the count.

The scale is not easy to grasp, but he is confident to give it a try.

Then he looked at the count with a smile on his face, his eyes full of flattery.

"Sir, what do you need me to do now? Please tell me directly."