"Mr. Treville, do you wish to be a fool or a villain? Just say one word, answer me now......"

As Baron Beauwang asked Zuihou's question, no one in the room spoke, and the two men stared at one person, and the atmosphere was frighteningly cold.

"Charles, think about it, after all, it's a rare opportunity." Joseph Bonaparte was on the side again, "Lady luck doesn't always favor you. ”

Luck, even if it's a pile of bones from countless people, it's still luck, isn't it?

Under the cold gaze of the banker Baron Beauwon, Charles's thoughts did not stay in his question, but suddenly drifted away.

He remembered a passage in his head.

“…… If there is a 10% profit, the capital is guaranteed to be used everywhere; With 20% of the profits, capital can be active; With 50% of the profits, capital will take risks; For the sake of 100% profit, capital dares to trample on all human laws; With more than 300% of the profits, capital dares to commit any crime, even to risk hanging his head......"

The philosopher always made so much sense.

And now, the same problem is in front of me.

Are you willing to commit any crime for the sake of such unimaginable profits, as your colleagues do?

Do you dare to do boundless sin, and carry it with the same smile as the person in front of you?

Can you be a villain with no sense of morality in order to accomplish your goals? Watching countless people go bankrupt and die?

The righteous indignation and anger that had been subconsciously generated at the beginning had gradually subsided at this moment, and reason and calmness had replaced a moment of enthusiasm and regained possession of the head.

In the twinkling of an eye. The ghost of reason hovers in his head, constantly interrogating and torturing himself.

What are you? Are you a revolutionary? Do you really think that you are the savior of the world?

I'm not, I'm a careerist, a speculator in the ruined aristocracy who wants to take advantage of the situation. I'm a villain.

Are you qualified to speak of mercy now?

I don't, kindness is too much of a luxury for me.

Can you afford not to agree?

I can't, I can't lose the trust of Joseph Bonaparte and his cousin. Nor can he offend Baron Beauvan. And...... God knows what the consequences will be if they don't agree, and they may ...... Disastrous.

Zuihou asked.

You. Is there a way back?

Do you have a way out? You look at the girl who has been captured, knowing that she is about to be killed, and instead of stopping her, you are glad that she doesn't know much. will not let their interests be harmed; You burned down a house without any scruples. You know that there will be a fire and there will be casualties, but you still do it, do you regret it? Have you ever regretted it for a second?

Since none of this has made you regret it, now, what right do you have to pretend that you are still moral? Is it such a person who still has the face to say "this is a crime"? You're already a criminal!

Now, you're either going to be a half-assed idiot or you're going to be a villain. Which one do you want to choose?

In a matter of seconds, humans are able to think of so many thoughts at the same time. But in the end. All the thoughts are left with only one:

………………

I had no other choice.

Charles' lowered head slowly lifted again, and the sweat on his forehead dried again.

Yes, I had no choice for a long time.

All the answers that came to me in my mind were all omitted in my mind for a moment, and only this sentence remained.

"But...... But now ...... Not so much...... There is not so much money. His voice was low, slow, even hesitant, but it was enough to loosen the mood in the room.

Baron Beauwan and Joseph Bonaparte looked at each other secretly, then smiled and nodded.

Sure enough, this young man was of the same kind as himself and this M. Bonaparte, and he hesitated for a few seconds when he bankrupted the house of his oldest friend. Really, for a few seconds.

"Very good, young man, as long as you have this spirit and courage, what can the principal be?"

"What...... Meaning? Charles looked at the Baron inquiringly.

"Charles, you don't have to worry about this, I've discussed this with the Baron before." Joseph Bonaparte interjected, and with a look of "I have been talking about the Baron with great difficulty, come and thank me, ahahahhahahahaha".

Charles continued to look at Baron Beauwon.

"Mr. Treville, do you remember when you came to my house and I told you about your credit rating?" The baron looked at Charles calmly.

"Oh, of course I remember," Charles nodded, "you said there were two million at the beginning, and then because of my negative performance, you downgraded my credit rating, and there were only half a million left. ”

"You have a good memory." The baron nodded approvingly, "However, I changed my mind when I found out that your 'negative performance' was not really a negative performance. ”

"You reinstated my rating?" Charles seemed to understand something.

"Not only is it restored, but it is a little higher than that," replied the banker leisurely, "and I later gave you a rating of ......," he smiled at Shire, "five million." ”

What satisfied him was that after hearing this amount, Charles was really moved, and his eyebrows couldn't help but jump slightly - no way, hearing five million gold francs can still not blink an eye, this shijie is very rare after all.

"So many?" Charles asked in surprise.

"No, there won't be so many for the first time." Sure enough, the banker shook his head slightly, "For first-time borrowers, I can generally only give him a credit rating of 80%. ”

Four million is a lot!

Charles was about to say something when the banker added. "But, unfortunately, your ridiculous roar and a few seconds of hesitation have once again lowered my rating of you. So you can only borrow 6% off ......"

Then, he looked at Charles silently again, waiting for his choice.

This............

What else do you have to choose! Three million is a lot!

The brilliance of money fills the gap in his heart, and also fades the residual zuihou in Charles's heart. What else could he think of for a bourgeois figure at the moment?

Anyway, Charles could only think of one answer at the moment.

…………

"How much is the interest?"

"If you want to borrow such a large sum of money in the market, the interest rate is generally 5% a year. Some cost six cents. "The banker seems to have regained his professional tone, and the vulgar, cunning soul has regained possession of this fat body, and there is no longer any philosopher's temperament that he had just spoken." But you. Taking into account the profits, I ask you to charge 8% interest, that is, after the expiration of one year. You have to pay me back three million two hundred and twenty-four thousand francs. Are you okay with that? ”

Eight percent of the interest may seem high, but Charles understands that it is actually a banker selling to himself. In such a great opportunity, as long as you prepare early and operate well, it is not a problem to double the principal or two, and what is the interest of 240,000 yuan?

Looking at Charles' expression, before Charles could answer, Baron Beauwan nodded with relief.

"Mr. Treville. I'm glad it's so easy to talk to smart people. ”

Then he held out his hand.

Should I hold this hand? This hand has strangled countless people at one time. In the future, we will certainly continue to strangle countless people, even if they did not do it by their own hands.

Charles quickly reached out and took the slightly chilling hand.

"Then make a deal." The banker smiled kindly, "When the time comes, I will prepare this money for you, and I will pay it back with interest when it comes back in a year, and it is up to you how much you can earn from it, but I believe that you, Mr. Treville, will surely make a fortune from it." ”

"And how much are you going to earn?" Charles asked seemingly casually.

"When the money is so much, it will be extremely difficult to make it multiply quickly, it is easy to make three million with a million principal, it is difficult to earn thirty million with ten million principal, what if it is more? It's hard to beat. I don't expect to be able to make several times the profit this time, as long as I can double the assets of the Bowang family. Baron Beauwan replied gently.

The Beauvan family now has a total of several hundred million gold francs in their hands, and he humbly says that he only needs to earn the same amount of money this time, a few hundred million francs, and that's it!

What an easy financier! It's so compassionate!

Charles suppressed the maniacal smile that had struck in his heart, and there was only that formulaic smile on his face—the kind of smile he had seen on the ancestors of the Treville family, the kind of smile that the Marquis of Treville had almost forced on his face when he was a child.

"My ambitions may be a little bigger than yours."

"Oh? Then I'm looking forward to it. The baron smiled the same way, "It's good that young people are ambitious, but don't let me down." ”

"I knew the Charles wouldn't disappoint." Joseph Bonaparte, who had been silent beside him, suddenly smiled as well.

In the moonlight, three different faces showed the same smile at this time.

The same gentleness, the same calmness, the same subtlety, but the same lack of true feelings. Or is that why they were able to succeed?

Baron Beauwan needed manpower, and he needed security in the future.

The Bonaparte family needed to come back to power, and they needed to rely on their henchmen to rule.

The Shire need to get rich, they need to get to the top.

The "needs" of the three people have been combined at the moment, and this is enough.

After a moment, Charles took a soft breath.

Either don't do it or never do it. The capitalists will sell the noose that strangled themselves, but I won't.

"Mr. Bowang, tell me more about your Jihua, and I'll see if there is anything else that needs to be improved." (To be continued......)