A confidential conversation with Mr. Chancellor calmed Charles's mood a lot, and he put aside his anger at Monsieur Jean-Calvert for the time being, and returned to his office, dealing with the large pile of official documents that he seemed to never finish.

When the wall clock rang six o'clock in the afternoon, he got up from his desk, walked to the door, picked up his hat and cane, and walked out of the office and out into the hallway outside.

Walking down the stairs down the hallway, he made his way to the main entrance of the department, and the clerks he met along the way gave way to greet him, and he nodded his head to greet him.

When he reached the vestibule, he stepped into the carriage that had been waiting there, and sat down directly.

"Let's go home." Once he had sat down, he whispered a command.

"Very good, sir." The coachman agreed, waved his whip and urged the horse forward, and the carriage slowly drove towards the Saint-Germain district. It was no longer the old servant of his own family who drove him, he was now Fran's coachman, and this carriage was given to him by the public, and the coachman's salary was of course also the responsibility of the public.

However, after more than half a year of running-in, the coachman with the public family now knows the places that Charles frequents well, and he will not be so jerky.

Although the distance from the Place des Vosges, where the Ministry of Railways is located, to the Saint-Germain district is not far, it was not very fast because this was the most crowded time, so it took more than half an hour to stop the carriage. Drove into the mansion of the Marquis de Treville.

As it was getting dark, Charles returned to his home.

Although it is still this home, after half a year. It has completely changed its appearance, and if an old visitor visits again, I am afraid that the place will not be recognizable for a while:

The silk curtains, which were about to be worn out, had been replaced by the newly bought curtains embroidered with gold threads, and against the backdrop of velvet tassels, it seemed that even the candlelight was a little brighter; The faded carpet was gone, and a thick new carpet was laid on the floor. And the drawing-room, which had just been rearranged with a yellow ground camellia patterned brocade, was a real Persian satin, and because of Mademoiselle Tréville's taste. The walls are still covered with paintings left by Watteau, and the teak balustrades that had been painted off have long since been repainted, and are now faithfully shining with golden brilliance.

In a word, the family has gone from the previous embarrassment. From a new step towards wealth and glory.

However. Charles didn't pay any attention to his newly decorated living room for long, and walked directly into the dining room next to him, he was indeed a little hungry.

As he expected, the dining room was empty—so long had passed since the usual dinner time, and of course the ladies had finished eating. However, he did not care much about himself, and re-instructed his servants to serve the food.

After the owner's meteoric success, this restaurant has certainly not been forgotten. It's also been given a good makeover. Turkish tapestries are hung on all four walls, and they are also framed in antique rosewood. In the corner, there was also a carved wine cabinet made of pear wood, and of course there were many famous wines in it, and at this time, the servant took out a bottle from it for the Charles who had just returned.

However, even after enjoying a life of wealth that he had never had in the past, Charles still felt that this busy life of saying goodbye to the laughter and laughter of the old days was not as comfortable as he had imagined in the past. But it's also a price to pay for your dreams, right? He smiled bitterly in his heart, and then quickly began his meal.

When he was done, he left the cutlery and scraps for others to clean up, and then walked quickly up the stairs to the second floor.

His footsteps lowered a lot.

And, instead of going to his bedroom, he walked to another room, and he knocked softly on the door.

"Sir, is that you?" A question came from inside.

Then the door soon opened.

Mademoiselle de Léoland looked at Charles with a smile, her blonde hair was braided and coiled around her temples.

"Sir, you're finally back! Come on in......"

Charles cautiously looked around, then stepped in gently.

However, these two people are not a tryst between young boys and girls who are just starting to fall in love, but ...... The thorough equalization of the talks between the allies of interest can be seen from the first question of Charles:

"Did you get the message I asked Clement to send you before?" As soon as he sat down, Charles asked directly.

"Well, I've received it," the marquis nodded, looking at Charles with a smile, "congratulations, sir!" I've prayed for your grandfather's victory! I heard that the president will make him a marshal in the future? With such a feat, it is estimated that it will soon become a reality, right? ”

"I'm afraid I need more than prayer," Charles replied meaningfully.......

"Oh, I know, but I always have to congratulate you first......" Mary still smiled, but there was already some inexplicability in his eyes.

After a moment's pause, she cleared her throat and looked much more serious. "I have followed your instructions and bought a large amount of public bonds in the market. What a coincidence! Not long after they started, these bonds in the market were desperately rising......"

"It's not a coincidence, the market will always get the news." Charles replied indifferently, and then he smiled slightly, "Besides, did I tell you anything?" Didn't you? Isn't all this your own doing? ”

"Oh! You're right! Mary immediately realized her mistake and smiled apologetically at Charles, "You didn't tell me anything, I did it all myself, I was just lucky......"

"It's amazing that you can see so clearly and get the timing so right." Charles nodded slightly, "Congratulations, beautiful Miss de Léoland......" and then he immediately accentuated his tone. "Don't worry, we're still the old rules, and I can't do without your benefits. The situation has not been very stable recently. I suggest you sell everything you eat in the next two days, and then you and I can figure out how much we make from it, and you can take a cut of it, the old rules......"

"Thank you, sir!" Mary, who had earned a lot of money with Charles, quickly stood up and thanked Charles, cheering as if she had just gotten a new toy.

"It doesn't matter. That's as it should be. As long as you help us seriously, of course I won't treat you badly, you know. I'm not a stingy person......" Charles still smiled. "Now, can you continue to help me?"

"Of course!" Mary replied directly. "It's great to be able to help you!"

Because he has already held public office. Charles, of course, did not have the energy or the convenience to go to the French press agency. It was even more inconvenient to make it clear that he was involved in financial speculation, so he naturally wanted to find himself a helper who had some brains and was not too ambitious to control, and after careful consideration and consideration, Mademoiselle Marquis, who had worked with him before, was finally chosen by Charles as an assistant, so that she also participated in his speculation. And the Marquise Lady immediately hit it off and agreed to Charles's proposal. So, in the recent past. Charles often forwarded the news he received from the government and the Brussels market to Marie, asking her to help her navigate the market. Not to mention that she made a lot of money, she also made a lot of benefits from it.

After talking about these "official business", Charles did not say goodbye, but did not say anything more, looking left and right at the rococo furniture in the room, and the delicate gilded wall clock next to it.

"Is there anything else you can do? Mr? Seeing Charles' hesitant look, Mary was a little surprised, "Just give orders......

Under the flickering candlelight, her face changed uncertainly, and the trace of blush on her fair face was difficult to be noticed.

Who can guess how much meaning will be contained in a short sentence of "just as told"?

"Uh......" Charles hesitated for a moment, but finally asked, "How is Fran doing?" ”

When she heard that Charles was asking about his sister, Mary's face suddenly darkened, and a little irritation rose in her heart.

However, she soon regained her smile.

"She? Thankfully, don't you see her often? ”

"I'm not asking if she's in good health," a rare hint of embarrassment flashed across Charles' face, "I want to ask how she's in good spirits?" Have you had any troubles lately......"

"Then wouldn't you just ask her?" Mary's face was full of surprise, but the bottom was narrow.

"She won't answer if you ask her......" Charles sighed softly, "You don't know what to say, she ignores me now, although polite but never talks to me, even if I want to ask in person, what's the use?" Don't you spend a lot of time with her? Tell me, how is she now? ”

After hearing Charles's answer, Mary suddenly fell silent.

Just as Charles was faintly worried, she finally spoke again, "She's fine now, I don't see anything in trouble." Oh, of course, except for that one annoyance......"

Charles was silent, of course he knew what "that annoyance" was, but it was completely impossible for him to solve.

"Oh, I see." After a moment of silence, he nodded, "Then you can continue with the rest of the work, and help me take care of her, if you run into any trouble, just look for me." ”

"It's good." Mademoiselle Marquis answered.

Then, she laughed again and looked at Charles, "You really love her......"

"No way, she has no parents since she was a child, someone has to take on this responsibility." Charles replied softly.

"I'm afraid this sentence of yours is the source of her troubles."

Mary suddenly uttered something that Charles couldn't understand.

"What?" Charles frowned, not understanding her words.

"Nothing." Mademoiselle Marquis did not answer his question, "Good night, sir." (To be continued......)