After returning to his room, Charles did not climb into bed and go to bed as usual, but went back to his desk and sat down.

After the old marquis told him that he had seen the Haode investment project, he found that he was no longer sleepy. Yes, when it comes to the magnitude of a million francs, few people can sleep peacefully - especially when it comes to spending a million at once.

He thought about it for a long time, and was always a little uneasy. Even though he knew in his heart that the old Marquis had personally visited the plate, and that there was nothing unreliable about the project in which he said that a financial magnate like Baron de Beauvan was involved, he was still a little uneasy.

This uneasiness does not come from the sixth sense, nor from absurd intuition, but from "knowledge".

The little history he had learned in his previous life always made him feel a lingering uneasiness. In his vivid memory, the revolutionary wave that swept Europe in 1848 swept away from Western Europe to Eastern Europe, and in this wave, France experienced a very long period of turmoil.

During this long period of turmoil, not only did the French government collapse, several times the blood flowed, but even the country's financial order was on the verge of collapse, although Zuihou barely regained stability, and he did not remember who did not survive, and it is certain that a large number of local financial institutions in France would go bankrupt during this long period of turmoil.

Since the mine was built in the province of Lorraine, will it have some kind of involvement with some local banks or financial institutions? If there is a real involvement, in the future when such turmoil occurs. Will the project go as smoothly as expected?

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became—if it was true, as predicted at worst, the project was really involved with a local financial institution that had unfortunately not survived the storm that swept the country. So......

A cold sweat broke out on Charles' back, and he couldn't imagine it anymore.

But he had to think about it, because no one would help him think about it, and it was about his and his family's worth and life, so he couldn't help but think about it.

Since he was only a half-young man in his previous life, Charles couldn't be sure if there was a problem with this, but it was really going to be that time. Whatever happens, it's an unacceptable disaster.

Maybe it's unfounded, but anyway. None of this uneasiness can be dispelled by self-deception, but only by actual investigation.

Charles also hoped that this was just to scare himself, after all, haode investment opportunities are not always encountered, and grandpa can be so committed and so determined. That shows that the project is really promising.

Anyway. Let's do some research while you're preparing to raise money. If you have a week, you should be able to do both things.

After thinking about it for a long time, Charles finally made up his mind, and then put out the candle and went to bed. Strange to say, after he made up his mind and made up his mind, all kinds of thoughts that had been disturbing disappeared without a trace, and he quickly fell asleep.

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After sleeping peacefully. Charles woke up early, as usual.

After a brief freshening up, he didn't go downstairs to breakfast. Instead, he went straight to the copywriting and prepared to write an important letter.

Just as he was about to start writing, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Who?"

"It's me." Fran's voice came from outside the door.

"Oh, it's Fran, I've got something to do right now, so you can have breakfast first, and I'll eat later." Charles replied casually as he wrote.

However, Fran's answer surprised him a little.

"I didn't ask you to eat. Just now when I was about to go out, Mademoiselle de Périette sent her servant to bring a letter, and said that it was a matter of great importance, and that you should hurry up......

Oh? Is it the letter from the lady in the blue stockings? Is it urging again?

After listening to his sister's words, Charles was even more confused, and he hurriedly walked to the door and opened the door.

Fran was still wearing a plain white dress today, and she suddenly blushed a little when she looked at her somewhat disheveled brother.

Looking at his sister's appearance, Charles couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Ah, sorry, I slept too late last night......"

After saying that, he gently took the letter from his sister's hand.

When Fran finished her mission, she turned around and tried to leave, but she left a word after trotting away.

"If you're still tired, take another break!"

Charles was almost stunned by his sister's rare words, and by the time he was about to say thanks, his sister had already trotted away. Looking at Fran's jumping back, Charles couldn't help but laugh.

Even in order for her to live the life she should live, I should fight hard, shouldn't I?

The smile disappeared from his face in an instant, and he picked up the letter in his hand, returned to his desk, and carefully opened it.

Hardcover letterhead with perfume sprinkled on it, but the content is extremely simple.

"Dear friends, please be sure to come to the humble house at 6 o'clock this afternoon to discuss important matters.

Your friends

Caterina de Perriette

We look forward to welcoming you."

"Great!" Charles couldn't help but let out a small cheer, and then crumpled up the letter on his desk that he had just begun to think about and threw it into the wastebasket.

It's really dozing off, and someone brings a pillow! Before I went to look for her, she just came over!

He had thought about it for a long time last night, and found that whatever he was thinking, whether it was to raise money or to investigate, could be helped by this Miss Perriette, and all he was worried about was what price he should pay. This time, since he wrote directly to invite himself over, he must have at least had the opportunity to propose this deal in person - even if he wanted to make a deal, it would be much more reliable than other means.

He looked at the time and saw that it was still early. So I started to do other things.

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After some careful preparation in the afternoon, Charles set out in his breeze, in his breeze, to Mademoiselle Perriette's mansion outside the Bois de Boulogne. Apparently he was taken care of. The porter on the other side saw that it was Charles's carriage, so he opened the door and let Charles's carriage in.

Although he hadn't been here for a while, Charles was very familiar with the layout of the mansion, and he went straight through the corridors and lawns and walked straight into the mansion, where the famous Mademoiselle Caterina de Perriette sat peacefully on the sofa at the moment. Greet visitors with a smile.

"Dear Monsieur Tremville, you have arrived at ...... presidency," said the lady of the blue stockings, who was dressed to-day in a long dress of a sumptuous plain color, and whose chestnut hair was tucked back at the back of her head. He also held an ivory fan in his hand, and his smile was both gentle and solemn.

"Since it's your calling, of course I'll have to be on time." Charles' smile was tinged with a hint of compliment, and he bowed deeply.

"You weren't as humble as you are today." It seems that Charles's attitude is a little different from the past. Miss Perriette quipped with a laugh. "Why, after two months, our Mr. Treville has learned to be so much like a nobleman?"

"We owe it to beautiful ladies with the utmost sincerity." Charles quietly continued to compliment, "And, by the way, I was originally a nobleman. ”

"Hahahaha, what a rarity, Charles!" Miss Blue Stockings smiled heartily. The ivory fan in his hand kept tapping his other hand gently, and even the title was changed to the kind kind. "It's rare that you can be a Bonapartist at the same time as a nobleman!"

"I don't think it's a contradiction." Charles replied with a quiet smile.

In front of this powerful person, he didn't pretend to hide himself for a long time, anyway, it was meaningless.

"You specially called me over today, wouldn't you just have these two small talks with me?"

Miss Blue Stockings shook her head slightly.

"Of course not, I'm bored, but not to that point."

"And what's the matter with you?" Charles went straight to the point, "You tell me directly, you have helped me so much, as long as you have a request and I can do it, I will do it, don't worry, I will never have any reservations......"

He is now waiting for the other party to say what he may want, and then try his best to complete it, so that he has the capital to entrust the other party with the thing he wants to entrust.

The rather delicate and slender face on the other side is becoming more and more unfathomable at this moment.

"Charles, I'm so glad to get this promise from you, I hope you can remember it in the future."

"So you don't want me to do anything right now?" Charles was a little confused, so what did she call herself for?

"Not yet, but there will always be." Miss Perriette shook her head slightly, "I called you here today to help you. ”

"Help me?"

"Well, help you meet a friend." The lady in the blue stockings was still smiling, "A friend you'd love to see so badly?" ”

"Oh?" Charles was really curious, "Who?" ”

Miss Perriette stood up suddenly, although she was not tall, but she had already restrained her smile, but she could feel an inexplicable pressure.

"Charles, you've guessed it, I'm not named Perriette."

"I'm not surprised by this." Charles nodded, it would be strange for someone like him to use his real name and surname, he was not interested in getting to the bottom of it, there were some things that he shouldn't know - of course, if she took the initiative to say it, it would be another matter.

"And what if I tell you......" Miss Bluestockings deliberately dragged her voice, "I'm an Englishman?" ”

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"I was surprised."

Charles was really surprised.

Seeing Charles' surprised expression for the first time, Miss Blue Stockings nodded happily.

"Then you'll be even more surprised when you wait."

She walked over to a wall, then gently pressed a sculpture, and a life-size painting hanging on the wall slowly moved to the side, revealing the person inside.

Charles didn't feel the surprise at this point.

"Hello Charles, we meet again." (To be continued......)