Eagle’s Glory

After getting the order, the secretary quickly walked out of the door. Soon after, he brought someone up from downstairs.

Edmond Dantès knew that he must be a close confidant of Mr. Poncena, so he deliberately looked at the man when he came in.

To his surprise, this man was not the stereotype of a well-dressed, mercenary, arrogant and indifferent banker. On the contrary, he was about thirty years old, short and fat, and his clothes always looked inappropriate. Fits well, a little baggy.

He always has a smile on his face. This smile makes people feel friendly and warm. He looks very honest and honest, a bit like a simple farmer who has just entered the city.

And like the boss, his clothes are also simple. Only the smart look in his eyes can make people feel that this person is indeed doing a very important job.

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

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

Poncena did not answer him immediately, but first introduced this person to Edmond Dantès.

"This gentleman is my former apprentice, my secretary and close assistant, Jacques-Louis Beauvain. Although he doesn't look very smart, I have seen his keen vision and precise judgment over the years. , and his indomitable will...I believe that in our industry, he will have a bright future and even surpass my height."

Poncena introduced Edmond Dantès, and then he introduced Edmond to the people who came in, "Jacques, this is Count Bellivet, coming from Parma, he will be our important customer .”

As soon as he heard Poncena's introduction, the original smile on the visitor's face became even deeper. He bowed again. He was originally a head shorter than Edmund, but now his head was only the same as Edmund's. Chest level, "Mr. Count, nice to meet you!"

"Mr. Beauvain, I'm glad to see you too." Edmond Dantès also said hello to the other party, and then he extended his hand.

Bowang immediately reached out and took his hand, looking flattered.

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

"Bo Wang, I have a very important task for you." After the two exchanged greetings, Pangsena looked at his assistant seriously,

"I have told you before that Prince Lucien Bonaparte was my past benefactor and had great kindness to me, and this count was a friend whom the prince personally introduced to me in a letter. He hoped that we would be in Paris Being able to help this new guest... Since this is His Highness the Prince's wish, I think it is my duty to do so."

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

"That's good." Pangsina nodded lightly, "Bowang, I know that you have never let me down, so I still have high hopes for you this time. I usually have too many things to do. You are busy, and you have lost your energy as you get older, so from now on, I want you to be responsible for our bank’s business dealings with the earl.”

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

Although the age difference between the two partners is thirty or forty years, they have worked together for almost twenty years. In these twenty years, Bowang has been by the boss's side and has been taught by his words and deeds. Not only has he learned his ability and vision, he has also learned a lot about the boss. He also knows his temper well.

He knew that the boss was a serious and rigid person, and no amount of princes or dukes could move him. However, today he clearly seemed worried about gains and losses.

Moreover, they are a big bank and serve many princes and nobles among their customers. Why do they need to care about a foreign count?

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

He secretly winked at the boss, and at this time Pangsena happened to blink slightly.

In this calm moment, Bowang suddenly understood - this count must have been sent by the Bonaparte family!

He came to this conclusion instantly.

This conclusion certainly made him feel a little panicked, but years of work had trained him to remain calm no matter what the situation, so he just briefly glanced at his boss and pretended to be completely oblivious. Cope with the situation.

The tacit understanding cultivated over the years allowed them to exchange a large amount of information in just two glances. Edmond Dantès was of course ignorant of this.

Bowang looked at Edmund again, and then continued with a smile, "Mr. Earl, since my boss has told me to cooperate with you, I will obey your orders from now on. No matter what you want to do, just follow me." Just tell me and I will try my best to cooperate. We can also open an advance account for you in advance, so that you can withdraw funds from us when needed for your expenses——"

"You are exaggerating." Seeing the other party's respectful look, Edmond Dantès waved his hand quickly, "I am just a foreigner who came here to see the world. I don't need you to treat me so seriously. Although Paris is prosperous, it is like a maze to me. I will only ask you to take care of it from now on."

"To be honest, although I have lived here for decades, I don't understand Paris as much as you do." Bovan replied with a smile, "We only lend money and collect money, and don't understand those salons and romantic affairs. If you think about this, If you are interested, I’m afraid we can’t help you.”

Bowen's answer made Edmund laugh.

"To tell you the truth, I've also had some daydreams about this. If I can really encounter some romance here, it will be a worthwhile trip!"

Of course, what he said was just to cope with the situation. For him, he had too much time to complete His Majesty's mission, so he had no time to have any romantic affairs. Moreover, in his current situation, in order to avoid being recognized, he had to attend public events. The fewer times 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 love tool - money." Bowang replied, "Although everyone says that money can't buy Come to love, but in Paris, as long as you ask for enough, there will naturally be a lot of beauties who will give you simulated love. I think it is almost the same."

"I didn't expect you to be a poet lying on the ledger!" Edmond Dantès joked.

"Making any line perfect is almost like writing poetry." Bowang smiled, looking a little proud, "In this city, many people are obsessed with orgies, but for me, the account books Those beating numbers are my entertainment, even my life.”

"It's really respectable." Edmond Dantès couldn't help but be in awe of the other party, "But I can understand it, I also love my career."

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

Poncena had been watching the two of them talking, and when they shook hands again, he spoke again.

"Bo Wang, you know why I asked you to take care of these things. You are the person I trust most and the successor I am very optimistic about. I am old and there are many things that are difficult to handle personally, so I leave it to you. ——In the past few years, I have never asked you about the tasks I have given you. I let you do it, and it is the same this time. I believe that you know what is good for our bank and yourself, and I also believe it. , you can handle everything properly. I wish you two a happy relationship."

After finishing speaking, he made a gesture to indicate to the two of them to leave first, and he had to deal with his official business.

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

The boss is old, a little timid, and doesn't know how to deal with the relationship with the Bonaparte family, so he leaves these matters to himself.

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

Why didn't the boss tell the truth? He was afraid that once the Bonaparte family was successfully restored, he would be liquidated. But if he was really involved, wouldn't he be in danger?

Therefore, he called himself over, used his "closest assistant" as a firewall, and asked himself to be responsible for related matters, which meant that he left this problem to himself.

In this way, whether he offended the Bonaparte family or the Bourbon royal family, it had no direct relationship with him. He was just serving a foreign "customer".

Bowang was not chilled by his boss's actions. He had been in this industry for so many years and had seen countless more chilling things. This little thing was nothing.

He regards this incident more as a "test". If he passes this difficult test, then the boss will admit that he is his best successor.

Yes, as the boss said, he is old and his energy is declining, and none of his children can inherit the current business. He has stated several times before that after retirement, he will choose to The bank is run by people he trusts, and his family only gets the corresponding annual dividends and dividends from it.

There are two or three qualified competitors besides Bowang, but if he completes the boss's most difficult test, then he will undoubtedly become the best successor. Taking over the office and even changing the name of the bank to Bowen Bank was not a dream.

Bowang will always remember that he was the son of a small businessman from another province who was helpless and carefree. He came to Paris alone to work hard in the chaotic current situation, and got the insight of his boss. He rose all the way to where he is now. status.

But he is not satisfied because he has not reached the top of his career.

He witnessed with his own eyes that his boss handled hundreds of millions of funds every year, flowing in the direction he designated, making some people prosperous and wealthy, and making some people bankrupt. What only hundreds of thousands of troops could do in the past is now sitting alone in the office. It can be done here - this is today's era.

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

What he pursues tirelessly is this power itself - not for the extravagance and glory that money brings, but for the money itself.

He did not believe in any creeds, precepts or religions in the world, but only in himself. He vowed to swallow them all, even surpass his 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 endless energy and courage, driving him to move unswervingly in that direction.

Today, he sees an opportunity in the crisis.

Bowang is a pure banker who never cares about politics. He also scorns the notion of "divine right of kings", but he definitely does not reject politics. On the contrary, he knows that politics is the biggest reliance of money and the decisive factor. Decisive factor in where money goes.

So he instead wanted to be associated with politics.

However, he was born as a commoner. Under the current rule of the Bourbon family, he was destined to not be able to have equal relations with the court or those famous families. He knew this very well.

But what if France changes dynasties again? What if we come to a new regime that is less exclusive of civilians? Everything will naturally be very different.

The old Poncena, whose spirit has declined and only wants to retire safely, sees only the crisis; but the ambitious Bowang sees the real opportunity when a person is most energetic.

If the Bonaparte family really returns, and if they make great contributions, then maybe they can be related to the supreme power of this country, and that means that they will truly achieve their goals.

From this point of view, this "Count Bellivet" is an excellent gift given to him by the goddess of luck.

He knew that he was gambling and faced huge risks, but in order to realize his dream, he was willing to gamble - just like the young man who dared to take the risk to enter France.

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

While turning these thoughts in his mind, Bowang led the Earl to his office expressionlessly, and then carefully closed the door.

The boss did not reveal the identity of the other party directly in front of him, so he cannot reveal it now. He must remain "uninformed".

But he must show his value in front of the count and his willingness to cooperate in order to let the self-proclaimed supreme hear his name through the count.

The scale was difficult to grasp, but he had the confidence 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 just tell me."