Putting aside the princess climbing the tree.

Luden's life now is not as comfortable as before.

He single-handedly founded the Bank of Nice, managed to gain some market share, and returned to the battlefield he was familiar with.

However, this is not enough.

Industrial Luden has done enough, and its development potential is limited, and it is subject to many restrictions.

For example, the medical device industry that the company has been carrying out before was originally a blue ocean.

However, after all, the company is only Party B, not Party A, and it is a special industry.

Once Party A decides to do something to the company, under the premise of legality, the company does not have any way or channel to resist.

Therefore, whether it is for the sake of interests or for the layout of the company, Luden must make up for the financial part.

This time, he took a somewhat detour approach, using the Château de Nice as a springboard to enter the industry.

The small United Kingdom headquarters of the Bank of Nice, located on the island of South Haumet.

Luton sat behind a desk, and across from him sat Michael, the bank's director.

As a descendant of Lutdon, he was also cleared out of his original bank and forced to wander with Lunden.

Michael asked respectfully,

"What's next for you?"

Ludon asked rhetorically,

"What do you think?"

Michael asked tentatively,

"We should take advantage of our own advantages and decorate the sales department like a royal palace, I mean, like a palace, so that customers can enjoy the most exclusive experience?"

Ludon shook his head,

"It's too nouveau riche to be in line with our temperament."

Low-key, luxury, can have connotation.

Michael thought about it and came up with another idea,

"We can contact the magazine fund, the Lane Badge Committee, and ask them to keep the money in our bank, give us a percentage of interest, or authorize us to take care of it on our behalf."

The Bank of Nice has always advertised itself as safe and needs a golden sign.

There's no better ad than the Ryan Badge Committee!

The large sum of money in the hands of the committee alone is already very tempting!

Ludon nodded,

"That's a good idea."

After the Eternals left, even the operation of the Lane Badge was let go.

Due to the layout of the years, whether it is the academic community or the Lane Badge Committee, these people have a good relationship with Lunden, and the lord is even the honorary chairman of the Lane Badge Committee.

With their advertising, they will definitely attract some wealthy businessmen to deposit their money in the Bank of Nice.

However, it is not enough.

Michael made a number of suggestions, some of which were taken up by Luton and some of which were set aside.

Soon, the two discussed from two o'clock in the afternoon to half past two, ending their busy work.

The two of them are going out for afternoon tea, have more contact with their target customers, and maybe attend a dinner party in the evening, and they will be busy until late.

The life of a financial practitioner is so boring, tasteless, and hard.

As he was going out, Ludon noticed an old woman with a cat in her arms, leaving the Bank of Nice with a disappointed face.

Luden, realizing that something might be wrong, took three steps and made two steps, walked up to the old woman, and asked gentlemanly,

"Excuse me, hasn't the Bank of Nice been able to solve your problem?"

The old woman shook her head and said helplessly,

"It's not your problem, maybe my request is so ridiculous that no bank wants to do it."

Ludon still didn't give up, and insisted on asking,

"Don't you mind saying it again, maybe I can help you somewhere."

"Really."

The old woman bowed her head, her loving gaze fell on the cat, and she stroked it twice with her hand, and the cat even yawned pleasantly.

Looking at the cat in her arms, the old woman's eyes were full of doting.

She retracted her gaze and said quietly,

"Maybe that's a bit surprising, if you really want to hear it."

While the two were talking, Ludon asked for a chair to be brought in so that the old woman would not stand for too long.

He noticed that the old woman's complexion was not very good, and her face was gray and a little white.

"That's right."

The old woman spoke her request,

"As you know, Mr. Luden, my husband died young, and we have no children. He is a few distant relatives, looking forward to my early death, wanting to inherit the title and the estate, look where I go, sorry, it has nothing to do with the title, I have been getting worse and worse lately, I may have to see my husband soon, I have nothing to let go, only her, my poor little one."

As he spoke, a few cloudy tears poured into the wrinkled ravine, wetting his face.

The cat in the old woman's arms, as if sensing something, tilted its head and barked twice.

Ludon handed the old woman a handkerchief and touched the cat's head.

Seeing that Mr. Ludon was silent, Michael asked tentatively,

"You can find a pet store, livestock farm or something, and drag them to take care of your cat? Or a friend? ”

Apparently, the old woman was just worried that after her death, the cat would not be able to live the life it is living now.

The old woman shook her head, her voice a little choked,

"I consulted lawyers, and they said that if I died, whoever entrusted her to take care of her, the dispensers of my estate had the right to deal with her, and one of them even said that he would kill the poor child without giving him a sufficient share of the property!"

Michael's face tightened, and he said indignantly,

"It's a crime! You should let the vigilantes take care of these guys! ”

Compared with him, the old woman who saw through life and death was more rational, shook her head in frustration, and muttered,

"It's useless, it's useless."

The man said cruel things after drinking, and he was only going to kill a cat.

It's not a felony at all!

The old woman can't give any guarantees to a cat after she dies!

She came to the bank to set up an account for her cat, so that at least she could pay her cat a living allowance on a regular basis, so that she would not have a bad time.

Of course, the old woman also knew in her heart that this would probably not help, and no one would love a cat like her!

"Sue me for offending, ma'am."

Luden, who had been silent, suddenly spoke,

"You can leave all your inheritance to the cat and use it to set up a fund to take care of this cute little guy and her offspring, with terms that can be reviewed by a dedicated lawyer and accountant to ensure that every penny goes to her!"

"This"

The old woman thought about doing this, but she still shook her head,

"In the small United Kingdom, it's against the law and no bank is willing to do that."

Serving a cat?

What will the rest of the bank's customers think?

"It's not illegal in the Kingdom of Nice!"

Ludon showed a confident smile,

"Bank of Nice, willing to do everything in our power to solve this problem for you!"

The old woman was still a little hesitant, and asked one question after another, which was answered in detail by Lutden,

"Nationality"

"The Kingdom of Nice recognizes dual citizenship!"

"The small United Kingdom does not recognize it."

"The Kingdom of Nice will not disclose the identity information of its nationals unless they voluntarily release it!"

"Inheritance tax?"

"Up to 20%!"

"Income tax?"

"No more than 11.2%."

“.”

(End of chapter)