Chapter Seventy-Seven: Misfortune Doesn't Go Alone
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The primitive accumulation of capital is bloody.
GalliΓ‘n, who had never been exposed to illegal crimes in his previous life and was a complete good citizen, finally saw what a "bloody franc" was in the French country.
From Nana's mouth, Garian learns that the vast majority of Viscount Mifa's assets were not obtained through his legitimate means, but through underground capital accumulation industries such as casinos with gray edges, fraud, etc.
After accumulating enough capital, he spent money to buy a knighthood, began to open factories and companies, and gradually whitewashed himself, becoming a socialite in Rouen, looking like a despicable villain in Hugo's novels.
That said, he still runs a small gray income strip, with casinos being one of the main sources of income.
So even if 10,000 francs was a trivial matter for Viscount Mifa, he firmly believed in his heart that Garion's deep court background and complex network of connections were his stepping stone to Parisian high society.
Seven thousand francs he could still afford.
Pulling the checkbook out of his pocket, Viscount Mifa generously wrote down a series of zeros before handing it to Garion.
Although his heart was already fluctuating, Garion still pretended to be nonchalant, holding the check between his fingers and stuffing it into his trouser pocket.
Viscount Mifa kindly reminded, "Count Garion, if you place it so casually, you may lose it. β
And what Garion said casually made Viscount Mifa feel what it meant to be rich.
"It's only seven thousand francs, and if you lose it, you lose it, I don't care."
"In that case, presumably Viscount Mifa knows what to do next, although the princess doesn't like to make small talk with inferior people, but I can say a few more nice words in front of her."
After receiving Gallion's assurance, Viscount Mifa hurriedly nodded happily and said, "Thank you Count Jarion, I will definitely visit Paris in person in the future." β
Garion waved his hand impatiently, motioning for him to step down, and then walked down the hallway and returned to the private room.
At this time, the opera was nearing its end, Romeo and Juliet fell on the stage, and the opera ushered in a wonderful climax.
Verne looked at Garion, who walked through the door, and asked, "Is it done?" β
Garion smiled at Verne and said, "It's done, and the harvest is even more abundant than expected, but maybe that girl won't be able to stay in Rouen any longer, and Viscount Mifa won't let her go." When the time comes, give her a sum of money to go to Paris to earn a living. β
"You don't have to blame yourself, it's a happy ending."
"Of course I don't have to blame myself, in fact I owe Zola a debt of gratitude."
Garion whispered, "I've done my best, and the next path depends on her choice." β
As soon as his words fell, the entire opera hall erupted in a burst of thunderous applause, which swept like a tide and was deafening. With the red curtain slowly falling, this drama performance finally drew a perfect end.
Garion's show is also over.
As the crowd walked out of the opera house, Flaubert and Princess Mathilde were talking and laughing as they walked out, and Viscount Mifa paused visibly when he saw Garion, smiling and nodding at him.
In the lively crowd in the corridor, the two looked at each other for a moment, and then followed the public to the outside of the opera hall.
It seems that his performance was very successful, and Viscount Mifa even already believed that he was a great nobleman. Princess Mathilde didn't say a word during the whole process, even if the East Window incident happened in the future, it would not be counted on his head.
If you want to blame, blame you for being stupid and greedy, Viscount Mifa.
Galian waved goodbye to Flaubert and Princess Mathilde and walked to his luxurious carriage, where the bright moonlight reflected the brightly lit opera hall, and the crowds were gradually dispersing from the square. Verne and Garian opened the car door, and Zola, who had been sitting in the car all night, was waiting for him anxiously.
"How's it going?"
Seeing the proud Garion, he hurriedly asked, "What did Viscount Mifa say?" β
"Everything is done, Viscount Mifa will not pester Nana, and apologize to you on my behalf, and is willing to make up for the loss with francs."
Zola said excitedly, "You mean my money is back?" β
"Yes."
Garion held out five fingers in front of him, and Zola looked disappointed and said, "You mean he's only willing to compensate fifty francs?" Wait, it cost me almost five hundred! β
Garion shook his head, originally thinking that he was already unproductive, but he didn't expect Zola to be even more unproductive, he said, "Guess again." β
Zola's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in surprise, "Is it five hundred?" β
"Guess again."
He slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "Wait, it can't be five thousand!" β
Garion took the check from his bosom, shook it in front of Zola, and said with a smile, "Almost, I have increased the amount of compensation by seven thousand francs." β
"Seven thousand francs ???"
Seven thousand francs was equivalent to seven years' annual income from a poor family in Paris, and Zola cautiously took the check, trembling and saying, "Are we fraud?" β
"It's compensation."
Garion repeated, serious nonsense, "Can the matter of compensation be considered a fraud?" β
Verne met such a cheeky writer for the first time, and they all said that literati cherish fame and talent, but Garion did not take fame and talent seriously at all, and made people jealous.
"Then let's withdraw from Rouen, lest we have too many nights."
Zola said cautiously, "After all, Viscount Mifa may send a telegram to his friends in Paris to confirm whether there is a person like you, and it will be troublesome to wear it at that time." β
"Withdraw?"
Garion tapped him on the head and sighed hatefully, "Who said we're leaving?" The first half is over, and there's the second half. β
Zola asked curiously, "Wait, second half?" We've all got seven thousand francs from him, won't we stop it? β
"Why should we stop?"
Garion looked at the feather-light check, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Viscount Mifa has done so many unreasonable things, shouldn't he accept the sanctions of the workers?" β
"Sanctions?"
Zola's heart jerked for a moment, remembering that this friend who didn't play his cards according to the routine always gave people unexpected surprises, or frightened.
Looking at the other party's thoughtful expression, he had only one thought in his heart, that Viscount Mifa was afraid that it would be a disaster.
Verne, on the other hand, pretended to wave his hand, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, just don't drag me into the water." β
"When the French working class revolted twenty years ago, the workers were the first to respond, although Rouen was small."
"Let's surprise him before we leave Rouen, and give him a very educational lesson for the big factory capitalist."