Chapter 89: Banker and Son

In the splendid and magnificent mansion of Baron de Beauvin, a young man was standing at the door of the study room where the great banker was, worrying about gain and loss. He is dressed very fashionably, and the materials he chooses are also very high-end, and he looks somewhat elegant. But because he often sleeps late recently, his face is a little pale, his eyes have no energy, and his expression is even more nervous.

The young man stood at the door. After hesitating for a long time, he finally knocked on the door. The valuable carved nanmu door bought from the Qing Dynasty in the East made a dull sound, which made him even more nervous.

"Come in." A familiar voice soon came from inside, cold and steady, as if everything was under control.

After getting the permission of the person inside, the young man opened the door and walked into the study softly.

This study room is very large, even larger than some people's living rooms. There are rows of hardcover books on the bookshelf, but there are few signs of being turned over. There are valuable antique furniture, oil paintings, and sculptures everywhere, and the floor is paved with precious ancient Persian carpets whose colors have become somewhat dim. The vase next to it was filled with flowers. The roses, lilies, baby's breath and clematis flowers were all freshly pruned from the garden, and still carried the residual fragrance of the morning. Next to several floor-to-ceiling windows, thick gold silk satin curtains and thin gauze curtains were pulled to both sides and held up by thick velvet ropes with fringes.

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

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

The young man suppressed his uneasiness and fear, and said hello to the middle-aged man in the center of the study with a forced smile.

"Good morning, Dad."

As one of the richest men in France, Baron de Beauvain was sitting behind his desk, struggling with documents and bills one after another. He didn't even have time to take a second look at his only son. The level of difficulty and importance are not much different from those of a big politician.

The contrast between father and son is actually quite interesting. The father is short, fat and unattractive in appearance; the son is handsome, tall and well-groomed. However, their abilities are just out of proportion with their appearance. The son has not learned any of his father’s true skills, his extravagant spirit. I have learned a lot about my abilities.

"Good morning." My father replied coldly, "But this is the first time you walked into my study in the past three months, and you got up early on purpose. It shouldn't be just to say hello to your father."

His father's reaction made Mr. Maurice de Beauvin feel nervous, but he still maintained his smile on the surface.

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

"Okay, you're here just in time." Before he could finish, the Baron interrupted him, "I happen to have something to ask you."

After hearing this, Morris suddenly became in a bad mood.

I didn't expect that I would take the initiative to hit the gun today. I regretted it too late!

"What do you want to ask?" He forced himself to ask.

"You have basically not completed the tasks I assigned you recently. Your secretary told me that you directly handed over most of the tasks to the people below to do it yourself, and you didn't even bother to supervise. You have been doing it all day long. Having fun outside, right?”

In order to train his son, the Baron has recently begun to leave some unimportant or marginal affairs to his son to take care of. Firstly, it is to cultivate his abilities, and secondly, it is also to enable his son to establish his own team and personal relationships earlier. . Unexpectedly, Maurice seemed to have no interest in this kind of thing. He handed over to the secretaries and subordinates assigned to him by his father, and he wandered outside all day long, leading a group of Parisian playboys to have fun. Squander money.

Hearing his father's accountability, the young man secretly complained in his heart, and had no choice but to lower his head and listen to the instruction honestly, "Father, I'm sorry, from now on I..."

"In the future, in the future, hell in the future." The baron raised his head and looked at his son, his sharp gaze making his son lower his head lower, "If you are not even willing to do a good job now, then what qualifications do you have to talk about the future? "

Morris didn't dare to speak anymore, just lowered his head and waited for the storm to subside naturally.

Seeing his son's appearance, Baron Bowang finally calmed down.

"Maurice, you are already twenty-two years old, and it is time for you to learn to stand alone. But what are you doing now? You are still squandering your own youth. You young people always don't know how precious time is..." He shook his head slightly, obviously disapproving of his son, "It's okay to spend money. For a banker, being stingy is an insult to money. But spending money must have effects, and what about your effects?" If squandering can build your effective connections and pave the way for your future career, then it's not a big deal. The more you spend, the better. However, after you spend so much money, what kind of friends do you make? People? They are all idle and promiscuous young people. What can they do for you? Is there anyone who can help you at a critical moment? At most, they can help you lose all your wealth as soon as possible. Why, do you really think of yourself as a noble? "

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

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

"Although we have titles, we are not nobility. Mr. de Beauvin, you must understand this. It took your father thirty years to make you eligible to add a prefix in front of your surname and then call yourself a Nobles, but who would take this kind of "nobles" seriously? Your ancestors are not noble, and they are not worthy at all? Boasting blood has been wallowing in the mud for centuries, and we have to dare and be willing to admit it. It was not until your grandfather's generation that we knew how to better water the wine supplied to the army. The big soldiers couldn't stand it. From that day on, he was qualified to be a noble..."

"But...but..."

"But what? Do you think those aristocratic children with good surnames who hang out with you treat you as a friend? In their eyes, you will always be just a walking money bag, nothing more! And what's the benefit of imitating them? Is it your idea of ​​a happy life to spend all your time having fun, gambling and squandering your fortune, and finally marrying a rich widow?”

Being ridiculed by his father, Maurice wanted to retort, but in the end he did not say it out loud. He just lowered his head and endured a new round of reprimands.

Looking at his son who had become more honest, the banker slowly lost his temper and finally softened his tone.

"You are very lucky. You have the honor to be my son and can always hear my teachings. Normally, I wouldn't say a word to others even if they paid a hundred thousand francs. I really don't understand you. You were born in In such a good era and with such a privileged position, why can’t I get enlightened at all?”

He casually pulled out a piece of paper from the receipt next to him, then pointed at the piece of paper and said to his son.

"You know? If I sign this name on this piece of paper now, many people will be bankrupt and penniless in an instant. Some people will go to jail because of heavy debts, and some people will even commit suicide. But I... I don’t care. Paris is the most slippery and dangerous place in the financial world. As a banker, we must beware of invalid tickets circulating in the market. Data and unreliable securities, studying how to lend money to people or industries with good credit and stable income, and also studying how to make people bankrupt without leaving a word behind, this is our profession, it allows us to enjoy today's life Necessary work. I never pity losers. Bankruptcy is their own crime. I don't care."

As the banker spoke, he signed his name on the document in smooth handwriting, and then threw it aside casually.

"You are my only son. Although Laura is smart, she is still a daughter and will marry into someone else's family. This career can only be passed on to you in the end. And you, one day you will take over my career. Pen, continuing the path I have opened for our family, isn’t this prospect a hundred times better than hanging around with those bad friends all day long?” Do you understand?

Read the original article in Liu#9x-on:书/吧!

Morris felt that his father's preaching was finally coming to an end. He was secretly happy and answered immediately.

"I understand, Father!"

As for whether you understand it or not, only God knows.

"As long as you understand, go back and do the things I assigned you." Baron Bowen has regained his composure, "Tell me, what are you coming to see me for today? Don't beat around the bush, I don't have much time now."

Morris felt nervous again for no reason. He didn't dare to ask, but...when he thought of that smile that made flowers bloom, he still became determined.

"I heard that you and the Duke of Treville are cooperating in the mines in Lorraine Province. I don't know how the profits are now, father..."

The more he asked, the lower his voice became, because he found his father looking at him sharply again.

To his surprise, his usually calm father not only lost his usual composure, but almost became furious. His originally gentle face suddenly wrinkled and looked a little ferocious, and his originally thick neck seemed to be even thicker.

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

His father's terrifying sight made Morris's face become paler.

"Father...Father...I just...I just...just ask...just casually...don't take it seriously..." His voice trembled under the great fear. In this case, of course he didn't dare to answer who he was asking for.

"No matter who asked you to ask, just tell him directly that I have my own plan for this matter, and although the project has had some setbacks before, it is progressing very quickly now and will be profitable, very soon! Do you understand? ?" Baron Bowang's voice was not loud, but it still made people feel chilled. "Now you have the answer, are you satisfied? "

"Okay, father..."

It seemed that this was the only answer he could get. Morris lamented in his heart, and then walked out of this luxurious study almost in despair.

The father couldn't help but shake his head at his son's staggering back. Why did he only have such a son?

The Treville family... was it the young man who asked him to test it? He was lost in thought. (To be continued.)