While Marshal Tréville narrated, Baron de Beauvang listened quietly and did not show any particular emotion. But when the marshal finished speaking www.biquge.info he let out a long sigh, as if he was touching the scene.

"Poor family!"

Although he looks calm on the outside, this sentence contains full sighs and sorrows, yes, his poor family has also been extinct after a murder, and now he can only rely on his daughter to continue his bloodline, and in the end he can only watch someone with a different surname than him inherit his family business - whether it is Treville or Ricanicht or something else, how much difference can there be?

"So I think you can understand my feelings, I want so badly to get my grandson to spread out, so I don't want to pay attention to whether this vein originates from his wife." Field Marshal Tréville patiently explained to him, "Since your wife is pregnant with my grandson's child, I am willing to acknowledge this child and help him as much as I can." ”

"Well, I guess I see what you mean." The baron nodded, but was still very reserved, "Although I am very grateful for your kindness and gratitude for your equal treatment of us, I must say that I can take good care of my descendants, and I don't need you to break the bank anymore......"

"I know you're rich, sir, but I think money isn't the only thing in this world where money is precious, I have my grandson, and my descendants, who can help this child in places other than money......," Marshal Treville suddenly had a strange smile on his face, "Sir, as the most respected and feared financier in our country, as a commander of the exchange who has been winning many battles for decades, have you not been afraid at this age?" You wake up from a nightmare one night and you fear that God will sin against your family and that you will make your family suffer the same fear that you have given to others before – not that you are worried about this sin because you are strong enough, but don't you worry that after you are gone, there will be no one to take care of your orphaned descendants, and then make them lose everything they once had, and then drink the bitter wine that you once let others drink? In my opinion, in today's circumstances, this kind of thing is very likely-"

The baron's face slowly became a little ugly, but he didn't say anything, and he didn't look very angry, he just looked at the old man quietly, considering his every word.

"I think you know this very well, you are very old, although you are younger than me, but it is not very useful, after this age, God can call us at any time, and if God does one day he does this, then what will He leave for you? What would happen to a daughter and her children, who had a lot of wealth, but who lived alone in the world, and everyone envied her, and coveted the money she had, and even more so for the money she had? I don't think anyone knows this better than you, financiers are always experts in taking people's property, aren't they? Your peers must be willing to do the same to you, because there is no profession that hates each other more than a financier. ”

Although the latter passage is a bit sarcastic, obviously sarcastic, it is not enough to anger Baron de Beauvan, and this almost straightforward description of the future is enough to impress this financier, who has begun to enter his twilight years.

Yes, in his many years of career, how many times have he done tragic things that have ruined his family and ruined his family, and I don't know how many people he has sent to "America", and only with this method can he ride the wind and waves in the past few decades, expand his wealth in the changes of the times, and let him go beyond the limits of his ancestors' imagination and become one of the richest people in this country.

Of course, these things were sins that could not be repaid, but he was not superstitious, and he was not afraid that there was a purgatory waiting for him underground—if he had such a thing, it would have been filled with princes and generals of all dynasties—and what he really feared was his peers.

He originally wanted his son to succeed him, but his son died, and he could only leave his daughter in the future, and at his age, he may not be able to see his grandchildren grow up, if God really does not bless himself, maybe everything this old man said will come true.

And that is an incomparable nightmare for him, he has spent his life accumulating wealth as the only value embodiment of life, wealth gives him power and influence, even if he dies, he does not want to spend his life to accumulate wealth in vain.

"I have to say that everything you said makes perfect sense, and that's really what worries me." Finally, he finally let out a long sigh and agreed with Marshal Treville's words, "So, you mean that if I let Lola and Charles' children inherit my wealth, then the Trevills will fight to defend it?" ”

"Since this kid has my blood, why don't I defend him? Of course, the premise of all this is that he is willing to admit that it is our child. Marshal Trevier suddenly laughed again, "Didn't you have the same intention in arranging it before?" You insisted that Charles acknowledge the child in order to secure these wealth, so it is clear that what I am worried about is what you are worried about, and we all have this in common, and is there anything more important to those of us who are older than posterity? ”

Infected by the old man's smile, the baron also laughed. He dodged the question.

"So, in my opinion, since both of us have thought of going together, we should work on it...... Trying to keep the Tréville family alive, and your fortune alive, it seems to me that these two things can be combined. Marshal Trevel continued, "You're right, I can't compare to money, or even lifespan, but I can bring several families together...... Like I've done before. ”

"How do you do that?" The baron looked at Marshal Trevier strangely. "Undoubtedly I have no objection to you cherishing my grandson or granddaughter......"

"I'm glad you agree with me on the basic facts...... In that case, we were able to communicate very well. Marshal Trevil nodded, looking more energetic, "Although the nature of children is unpredictable, their interests can be cultivated, and their paths can be negotiated in advance—didn't I decide on the marriage of Charles and Charlotte with my brother before?" Actually, that's the same thing. Of course, now these children can't do it again, but we can do something similar to let these children come and go from a young age, get to know each other, build their connection and affection, and make them understand that they are children of a family...... Well, that is, the descendants of me as a person. ”

"I'm afraid...... It's a bit ......" Baron de Beauvang hesitated a little, "excessive? ”

Even Charles was a little uncomfortable, he looked at his grandfather in embarrassment, wanting to say something, but he didn't dare to say it.

"It's not too radical, it's just a matter of letting the kids realize that they're not alone, but that they need to help each other...... They should understand this, and the sooner they understand it, the better. Marshal Tréville, however, was unmoved, "When your daughter gives birth to this child, I will always see him, and hopefully I will be able to give him some memories of his childhood, but it doesn't matter if I can't, the important thing is that Charles has to do it—Charles must let his children know this from an early age." ”

Charles's face grew more and more embarrassed.

Admit to your children that you're a merciless bastard...... It wasn't an honorable thing for him.

"Very good idea." However, Baron de Beauwong did not understand his embarrassment, he rather mocked but glanced at Charles seriously, "Isn't it nice to let these children mingle from an early age?" They will eventually understand that people who are united are indestructible. ”

When the Baron said this, Charles understood that he had fully agreed with his grandfather.

This may have been a victory for Marshal Trevier, but for him it felt a little weird......

However, Grandpa's earnest gaze made it difficult for him to say no.

"Okay, I'll do it." In the end, he could only make this promise, "I will bring the children together, and I will also let them help each other." ”

"That's great." Marshal Trevier was already smiling, "Charles, you finally understand what is the most important thing. ”

Then, suddenly, he looked at the baron again, "Now that you agree with me, I have nothing more to say...... Now I only ask you for one thing - can you ask your daughter to come and see me? ”

"Of course." Baron de Beauvang readily agreed.

In fact, he was very happy about it - but not every parent would be as "reasonable" as this old man, many people like to put on the stinky display of famous families, and they don't know what is best to do.

Lola was soon brought over by the servants.

Because she has been pregnant for several months, her belly has risen high and can no longer cover it, so she has already stopped everything she is doing during this time and has been recuperating at home. She was indeed surprised to hear that the Marquis of Tréville would come to see her in person.

Because she is pregnant, her face is a little more rosy, no longer as pale as before, but her face still looks younger than her actual age. Her hair was now in a loose bun and she was wearing a loose gauze skirt, which was the first time she had experienced such a simple outfit.

"Oh, what a pretty girl!" As soon as he saw Lola, the Marquis of Trevier shouted out half compliments and half earnestly.

Then he looked at his grandson reproachfully, "You have done a great bad thing! ”

"Your Excellency, it's a pleasure to meet you." Lola didn't have a lot of mobility, so she just nodded to him gently.

"I'm sorry that my grandson has put you in such a predicament...... "Marshal Tréville looked at her with apologetic eyes, "but since all this has happened, then we will face the facts, we are a responsible family, and even in this case, I will not allow my grandson to escape." I have made it clear to your father that I cannot openly admit it, but I will acknowledge that your child is my descendant, and that I will let Charles take care of this child as well as he does with any other child. ”

"Really?" Lola was a little surprised at first, but quickly calmed down. "Thank you."

"We will always be your protectors and your children, no matter what happens." Field Marshal Tréville held out his hand to her, "You can count on our help, and so can your children. ”

Lola was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and this smile was inexplicably cruel.

"Is this true?"

"It's more real than real gold." Field Marshal Trevier held his head high, "I beg you to believe the words of an old general who has been on the battlefield, who never breaks his word, and who knows how to act. ”

"So, to show your sincerity and determination, can you have your grandson kneel down and apologize to me?" Lola's smile deepened, "He shamelessly deceived me and made me suffer so much, so it's right to kneel down with me in person and apologize, right?" Please, sir, since you are a man of action, then give the order! ”

Charles was dumbfounded when he found out that Lola had taken advantage of his grandfather's promise so quickly and without hesitation as revenge, but his grandfather didn't have that many concerns.

"Charles, get down on your knees and apologize to her!" He gave the order almost as soon as Lola finished speaking.

"Grandpa......" Charles looked at him, wanting to say something more.

However, before he could say anything, he was glared back by the old man's stern eyes. This look is like saying "Why, you've tossed people to this point, shouldn't you do something to make amends?" ”

After hesitating for a moment, Charles finally had to obey his grandfather's orders.

After all, he did something too ridiculous to Lola.

He lowered his head, trying not to look at anyone, and then left his seat and sat down on his knees, the soft carpet that did not make him miserable, but gave him an indescribable feeling.

"I'm sorry, Lola." looked at Lola's beautiful feet wrapped in stockings and shoes, and then gritted her teeth and said. "I beg your pardon for my previous ridiculous ......"

"Don't do that, get up." The baron stopped the scene. "I'm so ashamed to be a minister of the empire who did this to me......"

Then he covered his mouth and laughed. (To be continued.) )