Eagle’s Glory

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

Because there are only two people now, Bo Wang has no reservations anymore. His expression and tone are a little more flattering. If ordinary people put on such a look, it may be annoying, but Bo Wang has many years of professional experience. This skill has been practiced to perfection, and just grasped the scale, which can not only make the other party feel his respect, but also not annoying.

This simple and honest man is doing his best to show his affinity and wants to make a good impression in front of the count.

For Edmund Dantes, he was a little flattered.

He has become a nobleman, and he has gradually adapted to his identity, but deep down, he has not completely shaken off the shadow of the little sailor in the past, and he has not yet adapted to the days of being treated with respect - especially, this Mr. Bowang is obviously an assistant to a big banker and a social elite, which makes him even more guilty.

However, he was still courageous after all, and he deliberately kept his face straight, concealing his guilty conscience with a serious face.

"Sir, you just said that I can have an advance account, so I want to know, what is the limit of this account?"

As soon as he heard the other party talking about money, Bo Wang suddenly became more excited. He didn't think about it, and immediately replied, "Sir, we are a reputable and large-scale bank. We dare and can lend a lot of money, We are well-received by our customers for this - generally speaking, we open a limit of 1 million for important customers, which can be advanced in advance and withdrawn at any time."

"One million?" This number immediately frightened Edmund.

Now that he has seen the world, if the figure of one million francs alone will not scare him, but this can be "advanced", which means that you can spend money first and then repay the account, this is just an "important customer" "That's all, there should be many more important customers like him, that is to say, Poncena Bank's loan on this alone is already astronomical.

He couldn't help but stunned at the strength of this group of people.

However, Edmund's reaction made Beauwang a little surprised. He thought that the number he proposed could not meet the needs of the count, so he hesitated a little, and then added a sentence in a low voice.

"Count, if you think one million is not enough, as Mr. Poncenar's close assistant, I can provide you with special care. If you need a higher amount of funds, just let me know and I will try my best. It will be done for you as quickly as possible."

This time Edmund Dantes was even more surprised. He clearly saw that Mr. Beauvain was more enthusiastic than his boss, and even hinted that he could provide unlimited funds.

Poncena respected himself because of the affection of Prince Lucien back then. What was Beauwang for?

He was courting me - it only took a moment for Edmund to realize that fact.

But as a nobleman who came to Paris from Italy to travel, is it really worth him to please him?

Edmund immediately thought that this person should have found some clues from his boss and his performance just now, and may even guess that he is the agent sent by His Majesty to Paris.

In the short meeting, he seemed to have made a decision to please himself.

This guy is really a powerful person. In the meeting that lasted only ten minutes, he had already judged the situation and made a decision... No wonder he was so valued by Poncenar and became an important cadre in the bank.

However, Edmund Dantès did not dare to take it lightly. He had never seen Bowang before, nor had he had any dealings with him, so it was impossible to trust each other now, and it was even more impossible to tell him the bottom line.

Since everyone was pretending to be confused at first, let's continue to pretend to be confused.

"I am inexplicably moved that you trust my financial strength so much." He showed a calm smile and maintained his due restraint.

If it weren't for the people behind you, who would trust your strength... Bo Wang secretly laughed in his heart, but on the surface he appeared to be frightened.

"You are a friend of His Royal Highness. He specially introduced you to our boss, which shows that he has a deep friendship with you. Prince Lucien is highly respected. I have been a well-known figure in France since I was a child, and I am full of admiration for him, so his Friends, we must be treated with the highest standards and must not be neglected."

Maybe he decided that it wasn't blatant enough to say that, so he simply continued to add more weight, "Besides, sir, my teenage years were spent in the age of empires, and I have fresh memories and nostalgia for everything that was in the empire. , is full of admiration for the Bonaparte family, from this point of view, being able to help Prince Lucien is a great joy in my life, enough to comfort me in my life.”

Bowang's remarks were eloquent and full of emotion. Although Edmund could not completely believe it, he also realized his closeness to the Bonaparte family.

Now the words are basically clear - he wants to provide investment in the business of His Majesty and the Bonaparte family.

What an unexpected bonus! At first, when Edmund Dantes came here, he just wanted to make an appearance first, and then slowly convince Poncenar. Unexpectedly, although Poncener hesitated as expected, he unexpectedly had a blogger. Wang took the initiative to jump out and ask for cooperation.

Life is full of surprises.

For such a harvest, Edmund Dantes is of course open to all who come, and he believes that His Majesty is also very happy to get the help of a banker-although it is difficult to say how much help Bowang can provide now, but at least one The professionals are on their side.

"I am very grateful for your love for the Bonaparte family. It is often said that you can only see the truth in difficult situations. Now the Bonaparte family has been forced to leave France, and many people have been pouring on them in order to sell their favor Dirty water, in this case, there are still people who can remember the achievements it has made for the country, which is really commendable." Since it came to this, Edmund simply chose to be more explicit, "Although I am only Prince Lucien. friends, but I also hope that their entire family will get the fair evaluation they deserve..."

With a smile on his face, he stretched his hand into his pocket, "Mr. Bowang, I am very satisfied with your respect for me, I have decided that Poncena Bank will be the designated institution for my deposits and withdrawals in the future. This is handed over to you, I hope you can take good care of it."

Bo Wang wondered as he reached out and took the bag.

Then he opened it and found several gems inside.

As an industry veteran, he just took a few glances to confirm that the gems were genuine and valuable.

These few gems alone are enough to prove the Count's worth.

It can be seen that he is very well prepared - and this also proves that the young man really invested his blood in his cronies.

This also means that the Count is the key **** of the Bonaparte family, if not even one of them.

Undoubtedly, if he went to inform and tie the earl now, he would definitely get a large bounty from the kingdom government, but the mere bounty means nothing to him at all - he wants to invest, invest for his own future .

He put away the bag immediately, then took the pen and paper from his desk, and meticulously issued a note for the Count's gems stored here.

"Count, your gems are very valuable. With this collateral, I believe that you have fully proved your strength. You can withdraw funds from us at will, and I am willing to provide you with all the services that can be provided."

In fact, he didn't care about the "collateral", because compared with the funds he intended to provide, the collateral that the Earl could provide was really worthless.

Of course, this is not the first time their bank has done this, they have been providing financial assistance - or sponsorships - to certain "important customers".

With such a scale of lending, there will definitely be a lot of bad debts that cannot be recovered, but they still carry out this business. Part of these funds are "protection fees" and part of them are political investments, but in any case, this is a necessary cost, after all Only by making friends with important people can we provide a large enough umbrella for the bank to make it unfavorable in various business operations.

Trading-wise, it's definitely a big loser, but strategically, it's a real money-making business.

Today's investment was decided by Bo Wang himself, and he has made up his mind to make himself meet the needs of that "customer" at all costs.

From a young man from other provinces to today's bank executives, his history of struggle is a history of risky decisions and perseverance. Because of this, he knows how precious the opportunities in life are.

This may be the best chance of his life to get in touch with the supreme power of the state, and he definitely doesn't want to let it go.

Besides, what if it doesn't work? He was simply costing the bank a lot of money that he was confident he could earn back elsewhere.

Looking at Bowang's piercing eyes, Edmond Dantès also realized something in his heart.

"Then, it seems that there is no dispute between us, and I hope we can cooperate happily." So he extended his hand to each other kindly.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Bowang smiled, and then held the count's hand tightly.

"It's a pity, we don't have wine glasses here to celebrate." After shaking hands, Bowan sighed slightly disappointed, "Count, if you are free in the future, can I invite you to my house? My wife will definitely be very happy. We are happy to entertain guests like you, where we can not only have a good drink, but also talk about any business topic without restraint—"

Bo Wang took the initiative to invite the other party to his home, and naturally he also wanted to establish a personal relationship with the count.

Because he was so focused on his career, he got married very late. Now his only son, Morris, is only three years old, and he spends very little time with his wife and children. For him, family is just a place to rest after a busy work.

He married the daughter of a run-down aristocrat. On the one hand, to satisfy the vanity of the young man from other provinces after his success, on the other hand, to further elevate his status, he left his living room to his wife to take care of, whenever he was free. When the time comes, a large banquet is held, and various social celebrities are entertained.

Although relying on the power of money, he has attracted a large number of unwilling politicians and literati to support himself, but unfortunately because of the humble family, those really powerful families never come (although many of them still owe money to them). Bo Wang's money), this arrogant attitude has accumulated resentment in Bo Wang's heart, and it has also made him extremely eager to continue to be promoted on the social ladder.

He secretly vowed that one day he would wave the magic wand of money, and let those pretentious famous families come to worship from home one after another, just like worshiping the **** of wealth.

He believed he could do it, it just lacked the right time - and now, wasn't it the time?

Seeing the hopeful look in Bowang's eyes, Edmund Dantes certainly didn't want to discourage his enthusiasm, and nodded immediately, "I would be very happy to visit you, sir. But..."

"Do you have any concerns or special preferences? Feel free to mention them." Bo Wang asked earnestly.

"I've always disliked being ostentatious, let alone being pointed at in front of people," Edmund Dantes replied.

"It doesn't matter, don't worry, our living room will only be open for you at that time, and you can feel as comfortable as you come to your own home." Bo Wang immediately agreed, and to be honest, this little quirk is fundamental to him. Not a problem.

"Then I will accept your favor first." Edmund Dantes nodded.

Bowang was still smiling and flattering the Count carefully, but deep down, he had some vague thoughts, as if he felt something was wrong.

He has always had a good memory, and he is even more attentive in business, so when he felt this way, he couldn't help but think hard.

Finally, he had an epiphany and thought of a very important thing.

gem!

"Sir, can you answer a question for me?" Bo Wang suddenly said.

"Please ask." Edmund was a little surprised but agreed.

"Have you or your friends ever sold gemstones in Paris before?" Beauvain stared at the Count, and then asked cautiously, "To tell you the truth, there was a batch of gemstones circulating in Paris before, and the quality and your storage this time have The ones we have here are just as good and have similarities in color and workmanship..."

While observing Edmund's reaction, he continued, "This batch of gemstones came out of Tanglar Bank, I have to admit that he made a good deal and made a lot of money, I bought them all. I gave a piece to my wife..."

Then, he looked at the Count, as if asking if he had any special relationship with his counterpart, Danglars.

When he heard the name of Danglars, Edmund's heart suddenly trembled, and he managed to pretend that nothing happened.

"Your memory is indeed very admirable." He sneered. "Yes, we did sell gems at Danglars before, but this man was of average character, so we never cooperated again."

Hearing this answer, Bo Wang breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it is always a good thing to have less competitors to compete for "investment".

"That guy is really small and has no courage. Although he looks smart, he can't do great things. That's all." He said slightly disdainfully, trying to make the other party continue to have a bad impression of Tanglaal. "He compares us like a tadpole compares a shark. You are wise to choose us."

"Indeed, I think so too." Edmund Dantès nodded, "Then if I want to know about Danglars' business..."

"I can give you the details right away, or later." Although he didn't know the count's intentions, Bowang replied with a big smile.