On Boble Street, there is a small gun shop, and business is as good as ever, and the hall on the first floor is full of customers.

And the owner of this shop is now receiving guests who have just arrived in his bedroom on the second floor.

"I brought 200,000 this time," Charles took out the cash and bills in his pocket and put them on the coffee table, and then looked at the boss Pardon with a smile, "Don't be too little......

The dark-skinned, muscular Mr. Pardon was also a member of the Order, one of the officers responsible for stockpiling weapons in the name of a gun shop.

"Enough already...... Yours is true! Pardon's joy overflowed, "I'm worried about the lack of funds lately, and you've got the money so quickly...... That's great! ”

As he spoke, he took the cash and promissory notes, "With this fund, I can stock up on an extra batch of weapons and ammunition recently." ”

"Well, every little more preparation will do us a little more." Charles nodded approvingly, and then reminded again, "However, when you spend money, you must pay attention to the funds to turn as many hands as possible, so as not to leave too many traces." ”

It is also a pity that it is still the 19th century, and the payment and transfer of large amounts of funds can still be relatively hidden, but in the 21st century, when electronic informatization is extremely perfect, the financial industry is highly developed, and the banking system is perfect, it is difficult for large amounts of money to flow without attracting the attention of the government.

Of course, even so, the confidentiality work that should be done should be done as much as possible.

"Of course I'll pay attention, I still don't understand after all these years?" Pardon smiled, "However, it's a real credit to you that you were able to find so many people to help......"

"In our country's great and far-sighted financial circles, there are people who want to emulate the predecessors who came to power seventeen years ago." There was an unnatural hint of sarcasm in Charles's tone, "This is the real big deal, I just need to paint a picture with them." ”

Pardon's expression was much more serious and joyful - after all, it was good for everyone to find a regular owner.

'Of course we need that support, and we need our Lafayette, Perrier and Ghisque.

[Lafayette was a big banker who speculated on Louis Philippe's rise to power, and later served as prime minister, as mentioned above.

Casimir-Périer was also a French banker at the time, who succeeded in speculating on Louis Philippe's rise to power, served as Minister of the Interior at the beginning of the July Dynasty, claimed to be an iron fist against the enemies of the Dynasty, and in practice bloodily suppressed the barricades of the people of Paris against the July Dynasty in 1832.

Gisquet was also a great financier, and he also succeeded in speculating on Louis-Philippe's rise to power, becoming the chief of police in Paris in 1831.

The above three people are typical figures in the financial world who speculated on Louis Philippe's rise to power and profited. 】

"But we can't rely too much on these people," Charles nodded in agreement, then expressed his opinion, "and that will tie us down in the future, after all, we are not trying to seize power for the sake of a few bankers......"

"Let's wait until that day!" Pardon waved his hand heroically. "I'll go count it later, and then make a list, and buy as much as I can first...... Recently, a friend of mine found a way to get a batch of good goods from several quartermasters and officers in the army, but he had to hurry up and do it, or they would all be bought by others......"

"It's for the best. However......" Although it seemed unnecessary, Charles warned the other party again because of a necessity, "I remind you once again that after you have obtained the funds to buy weapons, you must not be reckless, and we need people who can be useful at critical moments more than those who fight alone like Fieski. ”

[Fieschi was a Corsican who was executed in an unsuccessful assassination attempt on Louis-Philippe in 1835. 】

"Rest assured, of course we won't be learning Grouchy." As if he was a little impatient with Charles's repeated admonitions, Pardon smiled and shook his head, "Even if you don't mention it, we will never play with our lives without preparation." ”

For well-known reasons, Marshal Grouchy was not particularly well known among the Bonapartists, and became almost synonymous with "recklessness and inflexibility", and although he had always been steadfast in his affection for the Emperor and the Empire, the Bonapartists did not like him, and did not even respect him as much as Marshal Sirte the renegade.

Most of the world blamed him for his mistake at the Battle of Waterloo, which ruined the Emperor's career, but Charles did not feel that he was guilty of much - Napoleon himself had put himself in the same desperate situation as he had in 1815, and even if he had won Waterloo, he would not have been able to face the 600,000 troops of the next coalition against France.

However, Charles was certainly not in the mood to discuss the merits and demerits of Marshal Grouchy at the moment.

"It would be great if you could notice this aspect yourself. There was a big basket in Serreon before, but fortunately it took a lot of effort to suppress it, do you also want to learn from him and run to the provinces to nest? Even if you wanted to, I don't want to go and light a few powder kegs and burn this half of the street for you, this kind of thing is very troublesome......"

His deliberately indifferent tone and implicit threat made Pardon's face change slightly, and then his face was much more respectful, obviously thinking that this person was not a level he could deal with at will.

"Don't worry!" He stressed it again, but this time with a much more serious attitude, and the joysticks were straight.

"That's good," Charles was satisfied, "now that we've taken the money, it's time to get things done." ”

Then, the two chatted a few more words and exchanged information. After all, such meetings between the two are rare (and the less the better), so exchanging information with each other is also a necessary act.

Pardon inquired about the arrival of Joseph Bonaparte and the departure of Marshal Soult, while Charles picked up all that could be said and revealed it to the other party.

"So, have you noticed anything interesting lately?" said this, Charles looked up at Pardon.

"Interesting?" Pardon frowned slightly, obviously lost in thought, and after a moment his brow stretched again, "There is one thing!" ”

"What?" Charles immediately asked.

"I heard a rumor that I vaguely mentioned when I came a while ago and secretly heard a conversation with someone who came here to buy a gun." Pardon deliberately lowered his voice, "It seems that there is an organization called the 121 Comrades Association, which has been stockpiling weapons in large quantities recently. ”

"One-two-one?" Charles sounded a little confused, completely confused, "Sounds like a gathering order for the children in the nursery." ”

"If I hadn't known a little more, I would have thought so." Pardon smiled, "But if you think about '93, it won't be so weird. ”

"93 years, one-two-one?" Charles muttered.

After a moment, it dawned on him and patted the table gently, "I see! ”

This one-two-one refers to January 21, 1793, the day on which poor King Louis XVI was executed, which is almost a holy anniversary in the eyes of staunch republicans.

The organization with this name should also be republican, no matter how you look at it.

Like the Bonapartists, the Republicans hated the dynasty and tried to overthrow it from the outset. The various factions organized secret societies such as the Society of Friends of the People, the Action Society, the Bastille Army, and carried out numerous assassinations against the king and other powerful people of the dynasty, as well as riots in the lower ghettos of the city of Paris. It seems that this "121 Comrades Association" is more or less this kind of organization.

Since such an organization is stockpiling weapons in large quantities, it is clear that the purpose is self-evident.

"You can keep an eye on it, and it would be great if you could find out what Jihua has been doing in this organization recently." Charles made his own proposal.

"Of course I'll do that." Pardon nodded, "However, this is not easy, and our peers will naturally want to keep it a secret. ”

"Try your best, it doesn't matter if you can't find out, your own safety comes first." Charles nodded slightly, "But now, if someone comes here to buy weapons, you can sell them." Now in this situation, the more mixed the water, the better it is for us, as long as it is to fight our king Bixia, whoever buys it, anyway, most of our zuihou weapons are not going to be given away in vain? When you sell more, you buy more. However, the guns we have to leave to ourselves must be of the highest quality, and I don't want any problems when I use them, it would be terrible! ”

"Haode, I remember!" Pardon nodded repeatedly.

In the original jihua, when it was time for the uprising, Pardon and the others who had hoarded arms would distribute weapons and ammunition to the surrounding inhabitants for free - the Bonapartist did not have many men, a few weapons were enough, and the rest was given to the inhabitants who were extremely dissatisfied with the dynasty, so that they could make the most of it, even if it could only cause a little chaos.

After saying this, the two of them chatted a few more words, and then Charles saw that there was nothing more to explain, and he was about to get up and take his leave.

Then, as he was leaving, Pardon suddenly stopped him and smiled mysteriously. "Wait a minute! I have a gift for you! With that, he turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Gift?

Charles sat back in his seat, expectant.

A minute or two later, Pardon returned, holding a small box in his hand.

"Here, this is a real work of art that my friend brought back from the United States!"

"A work of art?" Charles was a little confused, then took the box.

Really...... One cannot expect from a part-time arms dealer.

Inside the box was a gun and some bullets. The gun was a revolver, extremely finely made and very well kept, with a metallic barrel, a bulging magazine that looked small and delicate, and a few small pearls inlaid with the wooden handle. In a sense, it does deserve the praise of "art".

Pardon had a smile on his face. "I didn't lie to you, did I? This is said to have been made by Mr. Colt himself, a real work of art! ”

Does this count as a rebate? Or is it a thank you fee?

It doesn't matter, it's all the same.

Hmph, 200,000 francs for a gun!

However, it's better than nothing.

Charles will take the box.

"Xiexie, you."