While Charles was in the hotel with his subordinates, there was another place in Giverny that was also quite unpeaceful. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Not far from the hotel is the factory area of Giverny, a sprawling factory area that has developed in just a few years, divided into several areas for the production of steel products, railroad tracks, steam locomotives, and even military supplies and muskets. And thanks to their efforts, this beautiful countryside has changed its appearance, the green mountains and green waters are submerged by the regular factories and scattered steel bars and tracks, and the towering factories and chimneys are like a gloomy steel jungle standing on the ground under the rendering of night.

Although it was already evening, because of the recent large number of orders and the rush of goods, the factories were still in full swing, and the reddish-yellow light emitted by the molten steel made a large number of people everywhere seem to be visible, and the roar of the machinery in the workshops everywhere vibrated everyone's eardrums.

In the most central management office of this factory area, this roar cannot be masked.

And in the conference room on the second floor of this small building, a group of heads from various factories have already gathered, and they have also been summoned on an ad hoc basis.

In the dim light, their eyes were focused on the woman sitting on the throne, and their expressions were quite nervous.

It was this woman who made them nervous.

They had received the news only a few days earlier that their employer, Madame de Treville, the owner of the factories, was going to send a client of her own to Giverny to check the operation of the factories, and Madame had explained in the telegram that she had the most confidence in Madame, and that they were to treat her with the utmost sincerity.

Although it was true that the factory was in the name of Madame Treville, she had never inquired about the operation of the factory for many years, so it was a surprise to the managers and those in charge that she suddenly made such a decision.

Immediately after receiving the telegram, they met in private to find out the intentions of the lady, lest she would make such a sudden move because she was not satisfied with the results of their work.

However, no matter how surprised they were, they all made up their minds that they must curry favor with this "minister" and at the same time get the task done well, so as not to anger the lady.

After a few days of hastened busyness, they finally prepared the relevant materials and documents before the envoy arrived, and at the same time waited for the envoy's arrival with trepidation, I have to say, they were all the more surprised to find out that the envoy who had come from afar was actually a woman.

Of course, they can all hide these surprises in their hearts and face this envoy honestly.

Under the gaze of everyone, Agnes felt uncomfortable with the boss, she never liked to put on a show with others, say some cold words, and did not like to be the focus of everyone's attention, but in this case, she also knew that she had to put on a cold face and let others look at her, so her expression was very serious, which also put a little pressure on this group of people.

She wasn't in the mood to chat with the group, so as soon as she arrived in the room, she went straight to the point, and the group had already been prepared, and first presented a large stack of account documents.

"How can there be so many accounts?" Looking at this large stack of books that looked like an encyclopedia, Agnes couldn't help but be speechless.

"In order to be accurate in accounting, and at the same time to control the flow and cost of materials, our different factories here are financially independent, each has its own accounts, even if it is internal material circulation, it must be kept," a tall and thin old man wearing glasses replied cautiously, "However, every half month, the heads of our factories get together to check the accounts, and at the same time have people calculate the general financial situation and report it to Paris." ”

The gray-haired old man, Barsu-Horn, was an accountant with decades of experience, and he was hired here as the chief accountant of the steel plant as soon as the Giverny factory was built.

He had already seen that the person specially sent by Madame Treville basically knew nothing about the finances and operations of the factory, so his heart suddenly relaxed a lot, but on the surface he was still respectful.

"Is that so?" Agnes picked up a ledger and opened it, and found it full of numbers, tables, and a large number of notes in beautiful handwriting, as well as time stamps, all of which she could recognize but could not see the meaning of them.

In order to maintain her majesty, she remained calm on the surface, gently put down the account book, and then handed it to the person she brought with her. "Take a good look."

These two men were specially hired accountants by Charlotte, and Agnes came here on Charles's special train - Charlotte and Agnes also knew that they were not professional enough, so of course they would prepare some helpers for themselves.

The two accountants immediately took the books and began to look through them carefully.

Although she didn't know anything about the profession at all, Agnes also knew that such a large number of account books would definitely not be read in a while.

"You have served the Tremill family all these years, and Madame is very grateful for your hard work." She followed Charlotte's instructions and began to lecture the group, "The Treyville family has always been very generous, you have always been paid more than your peers, Madame thinks this is what you deserve, she also hopes that you can continue to work hard with the same performance as always, get more reward, please rest assured, as long as you have done your best, then you will definitely get the compensation you deserve, even if you retire, you will get the allowance." But...... If you do anything in it, you will know the consequences. ”

"We all understand, we understand......" The men nodded repeatedly, as if they were nervous.

Under Agnes' gaze, Balsu-Horn took out another large pile of papers from the side and pushed them in front of Agnes.

"Madam, this is the recent monthly product output, production raw material statistics, supplier qualification assessment, as well as the accident records of major accidents that affect production, as well as the profits and losses caused by these accidents, we have summarized them back, you can take a good look."

"You're pretty diligent." Agnes couldn't help but laugh.

She doesn't know whether the records in it are good or not, at least she is quite satisfied with the attitude.

In the end, how the accounts are is actually second to her, and she has a more important question to explain to this group of people.

"When you said you were reporting to Paris, who were you reporting to?" She asked suddenly.

"Of course, I reported to His Excellency the Minister." Balsu-Horn glanced at Agnes suspiciously, as if she didn't understand why she was knowingly asking. "However, His Excellency Chancellor has a lot of business, and of course he does not have much time to deal with it, so it has always been Mademoiselle de Léoland who takes care of our reports and approves or vetoes our monthly plans by the way. Well...... Since last year, Miss Tréville has been involved, and she has made many decisions......"

Here it is. Charlotte and Agnes are most pressing to solve not the accounts, but here.

"This one is gone, and you don't have to report it to them anymore, or ...... They can't be reported to them at all. Agnes interrupted the other party in a stern tone, "Madame's order is that from now on you must report directly to Madame, and no one else will ever know about the operation of the factory." ”

"Uh...... This......? Not only Balsu-Horn, but the others were also shocked, even jaw-dropping.

It was indeed surprising, because Mademoiselle Tréville was the sister of His Excellency the Chancellor, and the relationship was not to mention that it was the Mademoiselle de Léoland, and everyone felt that she had some kind of ambiguous relationship with the Chancellor, so no one would have expected that their position would be shaken, and the decision conveyed by Agnes really surprised them.

Could it be ...... It's because the relationship is too close, so Madame wants to cut off all this?

In their astonishment, their brains spun around as if they had thought of something.

Now, after the impact of a series of unexpected events, they all have a faint understanding of the power struggle within their own families.

It is precisely because of this understanding that they have become more and more silent, and no one dares to say more.

The problem is, someone has to speak.

After hesitating for a long time, Balsu-Horn finally couldn't hold it anymore, and he looked at Agnes cautiously, "Ma'am, this ...... This arrangement is indeed somewhat unexpected, and it directly disrupts the system that we have been operating for the past few years. ”

"Your Excellency the Chancellor fully agrees with Madame." Agnes replied angrily, "Besides, this is Madame's factory, and her will should have been carried out, shouldn't she?" Or does someone have an opinion and want to refute Madame? ”

Swept away by Agnes so coldly, everyone was a little silent.

The struggle between Madame and Miss, how can they have the mood and courage to participate.

"What if...... If this is Madame's arrangement, we ...... Of course we do. ”

"If only you were so sensible." Agnes's tense face finally relaxed, "Madame made it very clear, serving her, there will be what she should have, if anyone has two hearts, the consequences are clear to themselves, understand?!" ”

"Understood." Everyone nodded their heads.

"That's what it sounds like." Agnes finally laughed.

Charlotte could tolerate her husband taking her property, and even glad to see it, but she couldn't tolerate the people she hated, her enemies running her property, so she had to get rid of their influence and leave nothing behind.

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It was late at night, and Agnes and the people she had brought with her had left the room, but none of the managers had left, and they sat quietly in their seats, as if waiting for something.

The roar of the factory at full speed was still heard, as if a hammer was pounding on everyone's heart.

With the sound of soft footsteps, the door finally opened, and Fran and Mary, with grim faces, appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Is that lady done?" Fran wasted no time and asked as soon as she came in.

"Yes, everything is as you expected." Balsu-Horn nodded repeatedly, but there was still unconcealed tension in his expression.

"And those accounts were handed over to her?" Fran asked again.

"Yes, it's already ......" Balsu-Horn lowered his gaze, his face turning pale. Miss, this is ...... It's going to be okay, right? ”

"What will happen?" Fran frowned, "What's the panic?" ”

"But that's Madame......" Barsu-Horn whispered.

He understood what he was doing, and it was because he understood that he was so afraid.

"You have to understand who has the final say in this world." Fran walked over to the seat where Agnes was sitting just now, and sneered, "Yes, Madame has the property, but so what? As long as you listen to my brother, then you will be fine even if you don't listen to Madame; If you make Your Excellency the Minister unhappy, then even if you try to cooperate with Madame, you will die! Her face had become very grim, and she no longer had her usual gentleness, "Don't think I'm just talking...... My brother has already given me an order, and if any of you are the slightest bit unfaithful, then the end will be very miserable. ”

At this time, her attitude was grim, and she could no longer see her usual delicate appearance, and no one would misread her information from here.

"I ...... I understand. With trembling hands, Balsu-Horn took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "But...... But Miss, if we tamper with the accounts like this, it will be ugly for everyone to make a big fuss...... I'm afraid even His Excellency the Minister...... It's not easy to do, is it......? ”

He only said half of his words, but everyone understood the meaning - although Madame may not be able to fight against His Excellency the Minister, she is Madame after all, and His Excellency the Minister will not be angry with her no matter what, and it is not these people who suffer in the end when they make trouble.

He has been working here for the past few years, with a very high salary, and he has always been complacent about getting such a job, but when the drama unfolded in front of him today, he realized that the money was really not too easy to earn.

"Are there so many things to do in the world?" Mary sneered and asked, "Didn't you find out, it's Madame who wants to fix us!" Who likes to do nothing without anything? ”

"Or ...... Or ......," Balsu-Horn set his eyes on Fran with hope, "Miss, you ...... Try to talk to your wife, you ...... You're her sister...... If you communicate with her, you probably won't ......."

He could no longer speak, for he suddenly found that Miss Trevier had glared at him.

"Communication? How to communicate? She's coming at me! Fran glared angrily, a rare gaffe in front of others, "Unless I disappear from her, nothing will satisfy her!" Do you think this is something that can be passed by saying a few kind words? ”

Seeing that she was a little out of shape, Mary hurriedly tugged at the corner of her clothes beside her, and she finally regained her composure.

"Charlotte, well, ma'am...... She thought that others would obey her, and she had no idea that there were many ways to do what was wrong, and that she did not have enough knowledge and experience to judge the value of these things—and, because she did not bother to learn, she never had. Fran's expression returned to nonchalance, "Even if we make a little change, so what? Again, we are upholding the will of His Excellency! Giverny is my brother's, not hers, that's for sure! How could I be here without my brother! Did she really think that a name would be great? It's ridiculous! My brother has always spoiled her and gave her everything, so she took her false name seriously, and reality could make her sober up after all...... Hmph, I'm waiting for that day! ”

The others hurriedly looked away, she could comment on Madame like this, but who would dare to interject.

After Fran's words, the suppressed silence lasted for a long time, and the people looked at each other, and no one dared to speak first.

They had been in and out of society for so many years, and of course it was evident that the Trévilles seemed to be engaged in some kind of struggle at the moment, and Madame had made a rare inventory of the accounts, while His Excellency had secretly instructed his sister to come here first, and to take care of the accounts, and at the same time ordered them to continue to do what he had commanded them to do in the future.

They only hope that this power struggle within the family will not affect the operation of the Giverny factory, lest their hard-won jobs be shaken.

Because of Charles's prestige, and because of the inertia of obeying Mary and Miss Treville, it did not take long for them to take sides—to continue to obey the orders of His Excellency and Miss Treville.

So by the time Agnes arrived, everything had been set up and all the documents were handed over to her. The sole purpose of all this was to keep Giverny's property, or most of it, still in Charles' possession - even if the nominal property belonged to Charlotte.

After some face-to-face instruction from Fran, the managers finally left. Fran and Mary walked out into the hallway of the small building and watched the night outside.

In the darkness, the crimson splendor was visible, and there were busy figures everywhere, although it was a noisy and rough environment, but she was relaxed.

"It's finally time to make it." Mary whispered.

"yes, it's good that we moved fast." Fran said with a smile. "She hated me, she tried her best to repel me, to beat me, to die to me, and I was still alive, alive and strong, and stubbornly moving forward, no matter what she tried...... Oh, this upsets her so much, I'm a little embarrassed. I'm really looking forward to the showdown, and if it does, she'll be devastated! ”

Her usual innocence and cuteness returned to her words and smiles, and her tone seemed to be looking forward to a long-awaited art exhibition.

"But...... Mr. may not want to have a showdown with Mrs. It's just a defense. Mary frowned slightly. I don't think my husband wants to fall out. ”

"As long as you live there is hope, that's what you taught me, didn't you?" Fran replied with a smile. "As long as she continues to do this, I believe that sooner or later there will be such a ...... At that time, she was standing opposite her brother, and I stood firmly next to him...... Who's going to know which side is more loyal, right? ”

"I think so." Mary couldn't help but laugh too. "I wish that day had come sooner."

"Alright, no matter what I need for now, I'm going to meet her......" Fran said suddenly.

"Who?" Mary didn't figure it out for a moment, but it soon came to pass.

"Why did you see her ......?"

"Some things should be talked about, shouldn't they?" Fran asked rhetorically, "Besides, wouldn't it be disappointing if people came here to show off their might and show off in front of me?" She's my aunt after all, and I can't afford to be rude. ”

"You're really ......," Mary quickly understood what she meant, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.