In the splendid mansion of Baron de Beauvan, a young man stood at the door of the study where the great banker was. He was dressed very fashionably, and the clothes he chose were also very high-end, and he looked a little personable. But because he often goes to bed late late, his face is a little pale, and there is no look in his eyes, and his expression is even more nervous.

The young man stood at the door, and after hesitating for a long time, there was a knock at the door. The dull sound of the carved nanmu door bought from the Qing Kingdom in the east and worth a lot of money made him even more nervous.

"Come in." Familiar voices soon came from inside, cold and steady, as if everything was under control.

After obtaining permission from the people inside, the young man opened the door, and then walked softly into the study.

The study is huge, even larger than the living room of some homes, with rows of hardcover books on the shelves, but there are few signs of turning them over. Everywhere there are valuable antique furniture, paintings, sculptures, and on the ground are precious ancient Persian carpets with a somewhat dull color. The vase next to it was filled with flowers, roses, lilies, stars, clematis, freshly pruned from the garden, and with the scent of the morning. Beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, heavy gold silk satin curtains and curtains as thin as cicada's wings are pulled to the sides and held in thick velvet ropes with tasseled ribbons.

If someone asks, what should a big banker's den look like?

I'm afraid this study is a standard model and the best answer.

The young man forcibly suppressed the uneasiness and fear in his heart, and reluctantly smiled and greeted the middle-aged man in the center of the study.

"Dad. Good morning. ”

Baron de Beauvan, one of the richest men in France, was sitting behind his desk, wrestling with papers and bills. He didn't even have time to look at his only son, who was not much different from a big politician in terms of hardship and importance.

The contrast between father and son is actually quite interesting, the father is short and stocky and unattractive; The son is handsome and upright, and his appearance is dignified, but their ability is just a little off with their appearance, and the son has not learned much of his father's real skills at all, but he has learned a full amount of squandering ability.

"Good morning." The father replied coldly, "But in the last three months." The first time you walked into my study, you woke up early, probably just to say hello to your father. ”

Father's reaction. It made Monsieur Maurice de Beauwon's heart chuckle, but he kept his smile on the surface.

"It's because I haven't seen you for so long, that's why I ......"

"Alright, you've come just in time." Didn't wait for him to finish. The baron interrupted him. "I just have something to ask you."

After hearing this, Morrisden was in a bad mood.

I didn't expect to take the initiative to hit the muzzle of the gun today, it's really too late to regret it!

"What do you ask?" He reluctantly asked himself.

"Recently, you basically didn't complete the tasks I assigned to you, and your secretary told me that most of the affairs you left directly to the people below to do it yourself, and you didn't even bother to supervise it. You're out there all day long, aren't you? ”

In order to raise a son. The baron has recently begun to hand over some unimportant or unimportant marginal matters to his son, in order to develop his abilities. The second is also to allow his son to establish his own team and connections earlier. Unexpectedly, Maurice seemed to have no interest in such a thing, and handed it over to his father's secretaries and subordinates, while he wandered around all day, taking a bunch of Parisian playboys around to have fun and squandering money.

Hearing his father's accountability, the young man secretly complained in his heart, so he had to bow his head and listen honestly, "Father, I'm sorry, I'll ...... in the future."

"Later, later, hell after." The baron raised his head to look at his son, and his sharp gaze made his son's head lower, "You don't even want to do it now, so what qualifications do you have to talk about it later?" ”

Morris did not dare to speak any longer, just kept his head down and waited for the storm to naturally subside.

Looking at his son's appearance, Baron Beauwan finally slowed down.

"Maurice, you're twenty-two years old, and it's time for you to learn to be on your own. But what are you doing now? Or are you squandering your own youth, you young people always don't know the preciousness of time......" he shook his head slightly, obviously very dismissive of his son, "It's okay to spend money, for a banker, stinginess is an insult to money. But spending money has to have an effect, and what about yours? If splurging builds your network and paves the way for your future career, it's nothing, and the more you spend, the better. But who did you make friends with all the money you spent? They are all idle prodigal kids, what can they do to help you, and can there be one who can help you at a critical moment? At most, it can help you lose your family property sooner, right? Why, do you really think of yourself as a nobleman? ”

"Aren't we nobles now?" Morris whispered.

The baron looked at his son, with a sigh of disdain and a little disdain in his eyes.

"We have knighthoods, but we are not nobles, Monsieur de Beauwon, and you must understand that. It took your father thirty years to qualify you for a prefix in front of your surname and call yourself a nobleman, but who would take that kind of 'noble' seriously? Your ancestors are not noble, they have no bloodline to boast about, and they have been wallowing in the mud for centuries, and we must dare and be happy to admit it. It wasn't until your grandfather's generation that he knew how to better mix the wine supplied to the army without making the big-headed soldiers unbearable. From that day on, he was qualified enough to be a nobleman......"

"But...... But ......"

"But what? Do you think that those noble children with a good surname are treating you as friends by hanging around with you? You'll always be just a walking money bag in their eyes, that's all! And what haode do you have to learn from them? Spend all day looking for pleasure and gambling to ruin your property. Zuihou to marry a rich widow is a happy life in your eyes? ”

Being so ridiculed by his father, Morris had the heart to refute, but Zuihou still didn't say it. Just sullenly lowered his head and endured a new round of reprimands.

Looking at his son, who had become honest, the banker slowly deflated, and his tone finally slowed down.

"You are fortunate to be my son, and to be able to hear my teachings at all times, and I would not have said a word to them if someone had paid a hundred thousand francs. I really don't understand you, obviously born in such a haode era. has such a superior position, why is he unwilling to open up at all. ”

He pulled out a piece of paper from the slip next to him, and pointed to it to his son.

"You know what? I now sign the name on this piece of paper. In the blink of an eye, many people will go bankrupt and penniless, some will go to prison because they are in debt, and some will even commit suicide. But I ...... Not care. Paris is the most slippery and dangerous place in the financial world, as a banker. We must not only guard against invalid bills and unreliable securities circulating in the market, but also study how to lend money to people or industries with good credit and stable returns. It is our profession to study how to make people bankrupt without a word, and it is the work necessary for us to enjoy the life we have today. I never pity losers, bankruptcy is their own crime against themselves, love to die! I don't care. ”

The banker said as he signed his name in smooth font on the slip and tossed it aside.

"You're my only son, Lola though smart. But she is a daughter after all, and she will marry someone else's family. This career zuihou can only be passed on to you. And you, one day you will take this pen of mine and continue the path I have opened up for our family, isn't this prospect a hundred times stronger than loitering around with those fox friends all day long? Do you understand? ”

Morris felt that his father's preaching was finally coming to an end, and he was secretly happy in his heart, and then immediately answered.

"I see, father!"

As for whether it is understood or not, only God knows.

"It's good that you understand, go back and do the things I gave you." Baron Beauwan had regained his composure, "Say, what is the matter with coming to me today, don't beat around the bush, I don't have much time right now." ”

Morris was nervous again for no reason, he didn't dare to ask, but ...... When he thought of that smile that made a hundred flowers bloom, he still relented.

"I heard that you and the Duke of Treville have cooperated in the mines of Lorraine, but now I don't know what the profits are, father......"

The more he asked, the lower his voice became, for he noticed that his father was looking at him sharply again.

To his surprise, his father, who had always been calm, not only lost his usual composure at this moment, but almost became angry. His originally gentle face instantly wrinkled and looked a little hideous, and his originally thick neck seemed to be even thicker.

"What! I raised a good son, did I learn to help outsiders dig up my father's money so quickly? Who told you to ask about this? ”

The terrifying gaze of his father made Morris's face even paler.

"Father...... Father...... I was just...... I'm just casual...... Feel free to ask...... That's it, don't take it seriously......" His voice trembled as he spoke. In this case, of course, he did not dare to answer who he was asking for.

"No matter who asked you to ask, you tell him directly, I have my own jihua in this matter, and although the project has had some setbacks before, but now it is progressing very quickly, there will be benefits, soon! Do you understand? Baron Bowang's voice was not loud, but it still made people chill sharply, "Now that you have the answer, are you satisfied?" Get out! ”

"Haode, father......"

It seemed that this was the only answer, and Morris sighed inwardly, and walked out of the lavish study almost in despair.

The son's stumbling back made the father shake his head again, how could he only have such a son?

Treville Home ...... Could it be that the young man who called him to tempt? He fell into deep thought. (To be continued......)