Eagle’s Glory

"Mr. Danglars, can you help me with this?"

Edmond Dantès's tone is indifferent and reserved, just like the nobleman he hopes to play, regards the gems in his hands as the most ordinary things.

For Danglars, however, the exact opposite is true.

For more than ten years, he has been involved in the financial world, and has experienced numerous mortgages and bankruptcy liquidations. He has already developed a keen eye in his work, and he can see through the authenticity of jewelry at a glance.

These are real gems, of excellent quality, definitely treasured by generations of noble families.

That's right! This is a lot of money, as long as you buy them all, you can make a lot of money by changing hands.

In just a short moment, the magic of money made Danglar breathe a little faster, and his eyes also showed a greedy light.

Don't let him run away, this business must be done! It was the only thought in his mind at the moment.

And his performance also fell into the eyes of Edmond Dantes at a glance.

Just like the prey falling into the trap step by step.

"Of course! Of course!" Danglars restored his calm, business-like expression, then nodded, "It stands to reason that we do not deal in precious metals and jewelry, but since you are Friend of the Duke of Nordlyn, then the situation is very different, even if it is only for the satisfaction of His Excellency the Duke, I am more than happy to grant your wishes - Your Count, do you wish to mortgage these jewels, or to sell them?"

"I hope to sell them for enough money to spend in Paris," replied the Count of Monte Cristo, and then looking at the banker with contempt, "then, M. Danglars, may I ask, Can you come up with enough cash to buy these jewels?"

This provocative question made Danglars go crazy with anger, and aroused his competitive spirit even more.

"For a banker, such a question is a personal insult! You don't have to doubt the bank's ability to pay and cash reserves!" he answered loudly.

"No, I do not despise you, monsieur." The Count of Monte Cristo smiled, not taking Danglars' anger at all, "but, as far as I have seen in my life, the banker is The most duplicitous people, they are rich and poor, they do not really enjoy stability and security. Even if they look rich in assets, but in fact their own funds are pitiful, they all take other people's money to go Lending as capital, earning interest spreads, and in order to convince others that they are rich, they have to spend a lot of money to maintain their appearance, but as long as they carefully check the books, God knows how tight these people's funds are? Maybe it is only one step away from bankruptcy remote…"

The words of the Count of Monte Cristo were sarcastic, but so hard to refute, that Danglars was instantly furious; if the man had not been a friend of the duke, he would have been furious and denounced this ignorant fellow.

But now he can only hold back his anger and sneer, "Sir, maybe what you said is true for many of my peers, after all, they are really not good at business, they only have a little capital, and rely on the dismal turnover of a few funds to maintain business, But I'm different - I'm a banker who has his place in French finance, a general in the bank, and you mustn't compare me to those little soldiers in the mud."

Speaking of which, he spread his hands and showed off the luxurious furnishings of his office, "Everyone who has worked with me knows how reliable Tanglar's credit is. With so many years of hard work, Having built a solid foundation for our silver number, even if I can’t compare with the most famous and powerful big banks for the time being, it’s quite easy to satisfy your wishes.”

"Really... Allow me to have reservations on this point. After all, it's the first time I've met you, and I can't make an accurate judgment. I like to judge a person by actions, not words." Count of Monte Cristo He was still skeptical, but he was obviously relieved, "However, I hope we will have a good cooperation in the future."

After speaking, he handed the bag in his hand to Danglars, "Then, please estimate the price of these jewels."

Danglars took the bag carefully, feeling its weight.

Although his heart was already cheering, but in order to maintain his dignity, he still tried to keep himself calm on the surface.

He opened a drawer of his desk, took out a small case, then took out the magnifying glass and other small tools from the case, and carefully examined the fineness and texture of the gems.

In fact, when he saw them at first glance, Danglars had already made a judgment in his heart, but he still took the time to evaluate them carefully.

On the one hand, it is for insurance, and on the other hand, I hope to use these actions to delay time for myself and organize my thoughts.

There is no doubt that these are very high quality jewelry, in other words very valuable.

So the remaining question is simple - what price are you going to charge for these gems? How much do you have to earn to be satisfied?

The Count of Monte Cristo seems to be very tight now. If he shows his usual skills of ripping off debtors, he may be able to earn a huge resale income, and it is possible to even double the profit.

But it was also very inappropriate to do so. He had just boasted about his credibility and dignity in front of the count, but turned around and showed the same slap in the face as a Jewish usurer, which was tantamount to slapping himself in the face , and the earl, who had a bad impression of the banker in the first place, might be furious, and he might even walk away and let his deal come to an end.

Moreover, it may not matter if a foreigner like the Count of Monte Cristo is cheated. He can’t take revenge anyway, but the young lady of the Nordrian family is sitting here at the moment. If he makes it clear, she will go back and add fuel to her father. That said, it would have a huge negative impact on Tanglar Bank.

If the duke is made to know that he treats his friends like this, then the persona that he has worked hard to maintain in the duke and in the upper class will be gone.

Although Danglars was greedy, he knew more about trade-offs. He knew that it was absolutely not worth it to lose the reputation he had built in order to make a quick buck.

After a brief trade-off, Baron Danglars made a decision.

"These are jewels of very good condition and of great value. I can give you 320,000 francs if you will sell them to me."

He valued these gems in his heart, probably worth around 350,000 francs, so he gave this price and guaranteed himself a profit of 30,000 francs.

Although the profit is not high, considering that he can earn 30,000 francs in a single change, the profit is already substantial, and even if others hear about it, they will no longer have any opinion on him.

30,000 francs is already equivalent to the annual salary of a senior cashier under his command for one year. Although it is a bit regrettable, this income can also satisfy him.

"The price is very affordable, which is very close to my psychological expectations." The Count of Monte Cristo raised his eyebrows and seemed surprised by Mr. Danglars' bid, "Mr. Danglars, it seems that I should apologize to you, I shouldn't have unjustly cast my prejudice against bankers on you just now."

"It's not your fault. A small group of **** and liars have ruined the reputation of our industry, so the world will have some prejudice against us." Danglars smiled, indicating that he didn't care about what happened just now, "and I, will overcome this prejudice and serve my clients wholeheartedly and let them know that not every banker does this."

"It seems that the compliment that the Duke of Nordrion gave you was not a lie." The count of Monte Cristo finally showed a smile on his proud face. "So, how are you going to pay me the 320,000 francs?"

"I can pay you in cash and a promissory note, that's the rule," replied Danglars.

"Promissory note!" said the Count of Monte Cristo, raising his eyebrows. "To be honest, sir, I am most afraid of hearing this word. I have lost a lot of money for promissory notes. There are always people in the past. Blowing up my promissory note and coaxing me to accept it, when I needed to pay it, they were already empty! From then on, I decided that I would never deal with these hellish things anyway."

"You don't accept the promissory note?" Danglars couldn't hold back anymore. After finally negotiating a deal, the result was suddenly blocked at the end, which was really uncomfortable. "Mr. Count, didn't I say it just now? Don't force the impression of those liars on me! We have never had any problems with the credit of our bank's promissory note, and it is easy to exchange, which has won the Paris business community. I don't understand why you doubt me so much."

"If it's easy to exchange, why don't you just exchange it for me in cash now?" The Count of Monte Cristo was not shaken by his harsh words, but instead asked indifferently, "Don't you have so much confidence in your financial strength, so Do you still need to use promissory notes to delay the exchange time so that your funds can be turned around?"

Danglars' heart jumped, and he was stabbed in the sore spot by the count.

After years of development, Tanglar Bank has indeed accumulated a lot of capital, and it has also become a medium-sized bank in the financial circle of Paris. Turning around to make money, plus Tanglar kept reserves very low in order to make more money, so he didn't hold as much cash.

Taking out 320,000 francs in cash in one breath will indeed greatly affect his money. After all, it is not so easy to sell jewelry quickly.

"You are underestimating people. We don't have unlimited financial resources, but a mere 320,000 francs can't beat me. The reason why I insist on this is just because this is our rule. I can't make an exception for you, otherwise I will go together. will also blame me."

He himself knew that this reason was not very convincing, but he still said it bravely.

"It seems that we have a very serious ideological difference." The Count of Monte Cristo frowned, "I stick to my principles, you stick to your rules—Mr. Danglars, can't you be accommodating?"

"Why don't you be accommodating, Count?" asked Danglars. "If you wished to be my friend, you should not treat me in this manner. Perhaps you have made a habit of treating everyone as your servants in your fief, but I have to regret to tell you that here is the France, we are an equal country, although I am not a noble now, but I have the right to defend my dignity."

"I'd love to have you as a friend, but you have to be considerate of me. I only met you for the first time, and I had to accept a lot of your promissory notes. This friendship is too heavy." The Count of Monte Cristo Opened his hands, "I still hope our first deal ends with a happy outcome for both parties, and then be friends again—well, how about we each take a step back?"

"What do you mean?" asked Danglars hastily.

"I still want cash, but I can make a concession on the price - I only need 300,000 francs." The Count of Monte Cristo expressed his thoughts, "If you agree, we will be friends from now on, I am here If you have any business in Paris, you can be given priority to deal with, what do you think...?"

When he had finished speaking, the Count of Monte Cristo looked at Danglars with calm composure, waiting for his answer.

And he knew that Danglars would only have one answer, that his greed would not allow him to make another choice.

Danglar thought for a moment, although it was a bit difficult for him to take out 300,000 cash all at once, but it was not impossible.

And his returns are very attractive - a profit of at least 50,000 francs in a month or two, more than 13%!

There's no reason not to.

It can even be said that if you do not agree, you will be punished by God.

"Well, since you insist so much, then I have to make an exception for you." Danglars pretended to hesitate for a moment, and finally agreed reluctantly, "However, this is because you are the Duke of Nordlyn. My friend, for his sake, I'd be happy to help you once."

"Well, sir, let's make a deal." The Count of Monte Cristo stood up.

Then he stretched out his hand towards Danglars with a smile on his face.

"make a deal!"

Danglars shook his hand with great pleasure and sealed the deal.

You are in my hands.

The Count of Monte Cristo, Edmond Dantès, laughed coldly in his heart.

He took the initiative to bargain in order to make the other party trust his strength more and continue to trade with him in the future.

His Majesty gave him jewels worth 1 million francs, and His Majesty also knew that the sale of jewels could not always be at the original price, so he had already said that as long as Edmond Dantès could bring him back 800,000 francs Very satisfied.

Therefore, in the first transaction, he sold 350,000 francs of jewelry at a price of 300,000, which was completely in line with or even exceeded His Majesty's psychological expectations. His Majesty could get the funds he desperately needed - this is also a task that he must complete first.

With this transaction, he also made his name as Count of Monte Cristo, for the first time in the French financial circles.

Even better, he also made his enemies think of himself as the God of Wealth.

To reduce the capital by 300,000 francs all at once, although it hurts for Danglars, it is not fatal, so Edmond Dantes does not plan to do anything for the time being.

He wants to continue to cooperate with each other, be his friend, and then lure the banker into the trap step by step in the cooperation, and finally destroy his money and capital, make him ruin his reputation and lose everything.

And this is just the beginning.

Just wait for that day, asshole! He laughed inwardly, and then shook hands with each other in a gentle manner.

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Not long after, Edmond Dantes and Agnes walked out of the Bank of Donglars.

"I didn't expect you to have the talent to bargain with the banker." After stepping into the carriage, Agnes covered her mouth and yawned tiredly, "That man is really ugly and boring, I'm really sleepy."

"I feel the same way about him as you do, it just takes time to get things done," Edmond Dantes replied.

"Okay, sir, do you have any further requests?" Agnes asked again.

"You...can you take me to meet your father?" Edmond Dantes asked.

"Huh? Why did you suddenly make this request?" Agnes suddenly became alert, "My father has nothing to do with your majesty..."

Like her sister, Agnes took the initiative or was forced to wade into the muddy waters, but they were very reluctant to let their families get involved, especially since their father was a staunch royalist. , Once I heard about what my daughter was doing in private, I was afraid that I would immediately become angry.

"Did that guy tell you something?" Next, she looked at Edmund suspiciously, "Don't put the conspiracy on my family, or I'll smack his head."

"Oh, don't misunderstand!" Edmond Dantes shook his head in denial, "His Majesty has not given me any tasks related to your family, and I don't want to drag your father into the incident. It's just a matter of time. It's just an insurance measure - although I saw Mr. Danglars for the first time today, I can tell that he is a suspicious man, and that he will be worried about the three hundred thousand francs I get from him all at once. Yes, so he will definitely find a way to check with your father in the near future to see if he knows me or not. If your father says he doesn't know me, then things will be a little troublesome, and then you will be a little troublesome, After all, you brought me here under his banner."

After some explanation from Edmond Dantès, Agnes finally understood.

"You have some truth in what you say..."

"I don't need a special reception, I just need to meet casually," Edmond Dantès smiled. "In a social occasion, let the duke greet me a few words, leave a little impression, and look back. When Danglars asked, he could answer a few words casually, and Danglars wouldn't ask any more questions, after all, Danglars didn't have the chance to have a deep friendship with your father."

Agnes thought for a while and found that the other party's idea was indeed appropriate and necessary.

"Okay, I'll do it—"

Then, she suddenly smiled maliciously again, "However, I think it can be more appropriate."

"What do you mean...?" Edmond Dantes suddenly had an ominous foreboding.

"Let's just say that you are a relative of my teacher. She is also Italian anyway, so you have an additional identity, which adds to your sense of mystery in the social world in Paris, doesn't it?" Agnes smiled happily. "Come on, Count, I'll take you to try your hand, maybe you need my advice—"