His Excellency the Count of Grandet

The conversation was short, but the effect was obvious—at least during the later tasting time, Charles was quite absent-minded, although Madame Lemaire and Samuel didn't notice it.

Victor had guessed his plan, which of course had nothing to do with the plan itself.The key lies in Victor, this guy is too high and powerful——

How can someone who can secretly control the direction of national debt and stocks be so easy to get along with?

As the saying goes, if you can't be provoked, you can hide, but this great god really can't afford to hide.Unless he takes all the funds abroad for development, once he handles a large share of circulating funds, it will be within Victor's purview or within his circle of sufficient influence.

It is not obvious now that the business will expand in the future, and it is inevitable to deal with Victor.As for moving abroad, this is just thinking about it, it’s nonsense if you really do it——

He flew away like a frightened bird because of this shit?That must not be his style!

In fact, Charles didn't have much feeling for Victor's almost explicit—for people like them, explicit—expression; he was a little irritable, so don't count on being afraid.If I had to say it, it would be the hidden excitement from the first time they met——

Well, it’s impossible to go or not to go, so let’s spend it, and see who can spend it better!

There was only one thing that Charles didn't want to understand.People say that it is easy to invite God but it is difficult to send God away, but he hasn’t invited God yet, has he?Where did such a difficult guy come from?

Here, we have to add some background.

As a qualified workaholic, Charles is too busy to find a lover for himself to amuse himself.Relaxing occasionally is also a money transaction between you and me.The people were carefully selected by his assistant, and they were guaranteed to be healthy adults who would not make trouble.Most of them are women, and there are also men. Anyway, gender and body position don't make much difference to him-it relieves pressure, as long as it is comfortable.

As for the treatment of the real diamond king, Laowu, countless people tried to persuade him to marry a wife, and the matchmaking went to sea.But he thought about it, if he can only stay at home less than ten days a year, sleep with the person who is his nominal wife no more than five times, and don't even have time to carefully plan a date, then what is the difference between yes and no?Unevenness will bring a lot of trouble, and it is not as easy as being single.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I haven't thought about it recently." Charles can recite this sentence in more than eight languages, which shows that he has experienced many battles, although he doesn't want it.

After all, Charles's energy was spent on things he thought were necessary, such as career, and feelings were not considered at all.Knowing this, one can deduce how unreliable love at first sight is in his opinion; and now, the first on this unreliable list is Victor (Eugenie has been classified by him into the category of sibling love)——

Really, feel free!

With this in mind, Charles didn't sleep much at night, and spent all his time thinking about countermeasures.Fortunately, Mrs. Lemaire didn't care what time he got up, so when Charles woke up after sleeping, he was told that the other three had gone out.

"Madame asked me to tell you that they will go to the edge of the field in a carriage to have a look; if you want to go, the carriage is ready." The servant told Charles so as he put the breakfast on the bedside table. "Madam also explained that if you prefer riding horses, the horse Elizabeth is the most fearless."

Charles nodded.Women are always more careful, especially those from Paris.Mrs. Le Maire just wanted to think for herself, and she was really nice to him usually.In all fairness, at least it was less harmful than Annette. "Wait until I finish eating and take a look." He replied.

The servant took the order, bowed and exited.When the door was closed, he realized that his back was slightly wet, and he was nervous——

Because the situation this morning is very strange!Madame suggested to wake up this young master Charles and the four of them went together, but Mr. Lafitte said that Master Charles was tired and needed to rest!Although he didn't know where Master Shire was tired, but seeing Madam's expression... Well, it's better not to ask.But considering that the master has never received a word of care from Mr. Lafitte, it is enough to draw a conclusion——

Don't offend this young M. Grandet!

Charles had no idea that someone had already drawn an equal sign between Victor and him.Although he said it before, he had already made a decision.Victor's matter is not suitable to be discussed in the presence of other people, so another time must be found.As for looking at the garden, he has already seen a lot, so there is no need to join in the fun at this time.

With such a judgment, Charles strolled out leisurely and told the servants that he would not wait for him for lunch.Then he walked to the tavern in the village of Poiillac, where he drank two glasses of real Bordeaux and listened to the talk.Not long after, he was invited by a squire to sit down at his home, and he went naturally.Next, it is still the itinerary of Myron Castle.

However, Mr. Myron did not intend to drink afternoon tea under the shade of his own beech tree today, but changed it indoors.

"Do you think it's too hot outside?" Charles asked as he sat down to have his coat taken away and hung up. "Then why not bring your favorite chair in?"

Mr. Myron was reading an old hardcover book with his monocle, and closed the book upon hearing this. "Because I'm sitting in that chair, I just want to rest."

Charles didn't understand, and blinked.Why does that sound like a pun?

"You can't talk when you fall asleep." The old man said in a playful tone, "It's usually fine, but today I don't want to make a mistake halfway."

"What do you mean?" Charles leaned forward slightly, pretending to be modest.

"I mean you should understand, as I understand yours," said M. Myron.He picked up the steaming teacup, took a sip, and narrowed his eyes in comfort.

"You see, you're from Paris. It's a big city, with everything; Bordeaux is nothing more than a vineyard."

"Look, you're still a young man. With all due respect, even if I'm old, I know that young people's hobby is not checking the vines for vigor, or twisting a handful of earth in the cellar to see how wet it is .”

"I also heard that your family signed the biggest wine list of the year with His Excellency the Duke in Paris."

"Isn't it obvious enough for these three things to add up?"

Mr. Myron drank only a sip of tea, so he spoke very slowly.Before Charles finished listening to him, a smile appeared on his face: "Of course, of course you know everything."

"You see, even an old man like me is moved by your sweet words!" Mr. Myron made a serious face, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes betrayed him: "Just tell the truth—you Want the estate, don't you?"

That doesn't sound right.Because Mr. Myron's wife has died, and he has no children, and no other relatives can inherit his estate.According to the Civil Code, when Mr. Myron also dies, the estate will be automatically confiscated: the government will send someone to count the property for public auction.

Because of this, there are many people who openly and secretly hope that the old man will sign an agreement to donate property—although there is a big gap between Miron Manor and Lafite, it is better than ordinary table wine. two grades.

"I don't want it, but I want to buy it." Charles quickly added.He could see something was going on, but he couldn't see what the old gentleman wanted to do with it.After all, he just said yesterday that he loves this place and will dedicate his life to this manor.Such a person will never let go easily.

Mr. Myron looked at Charles from under the round glasses for almost half a minute.Then he finally spoke again and asked, "If you had a vineyard, what would you want it to do?"

"I want it to grow the best grapes and make the best wine." Charles replied without thinking.

He hadn't planned to have dinner and wine in the Bordeaux area, just like Antoine thought, unnecessary things are waste.However, in such an area, if the quality of wine is not top-notch, it is meaningless - only top-notch can be exported to foreign countries and lay a solid foundation for his next plan!

"This is my lifelong dream." Mr. Myron affirmed at first, and then asked back: "But do you know how to do it? I am willing to use my whole life to guarantee that this is definitely not something that can be achieved just by thinking about it."

Looking at the silver frame of the old man's glasses, Charles fully understood why the other party chose to have afternoon tea indoors today.

This conversation lasted longer than the previous ones.It was already dark when Charles returned.However, he asked someone to tell him that he didn't need to prepare dinner for him, and he wouldn't let others wait for him in vain.But as he turned the handle of his bedroom door, he heard the door behind him click.He simply stopped and turned to look - thanks to Madam Le Maire, he and Victor lived across the street.

"Are you done?" Victor was wearing pajamas, with one hand still propped against the door, and said in a casual tone, "Mr. Myron likes you very much. I think it will be a matter of time before he nods."

Charles glanced at him.The pajamas of this era are very tight, and nothing can be seen; but Victor's expression like a lion yawning lazily, he must be very attractive. "Then?" He crossed his arms flatly.Since it's just the two of them, there's no need to be polite.

"And then?" Victor repeated the sentence, as if wanting to laugh. "From the grape fields to the manor to the wine cellar, the price of Castle Myron is conservatively estimated to be no less than 50 francs." He looked Shire up and down, and his tone became affirmative: "But Mr. Myron offered you a preferential price , let me think..."

Charles' expression remained unchanged. "A quarter of a million francs," he said dryly.

"Wow." Victor was a little surprised. "It's a loss! It seems that he really likes you. At this price..." He shook his head slightly, stopped himself, and said, "Then you only need to borrow 120 million francs, and... "

Before he could finish speaking, Charles stretched out a hand towards him, flattening his palm upwards.

Victor paused.He's not stupid, Charles stretched out his hand at such a time, obviously borrowing the 25 francs from him. "I thought you would at least keep a distance from me first?" There was a temptation in his words.

Finally said it.Charles thought to himself, but there was a smirk on his face: "You want to know the answer? It's on my waist, do you want to try it?"