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"27 francs..."

Roland reported all the current debts owed by the opera troupe.

Luna stared at a pair of bright cat eyes: "Lan Lan, where did you go to raise so much money?"

Roland thought for a while and said, "There are only so many ways, you have to try them one by one."

"Even if I can't succeed, don't I still have a 'universal card'?"

The "Universal Card" was the prize Roland got when he won No.1 in the Arrogant Plane.The name of "universal" is enough to prove that this card is very useful and can do anything.

"Broker Cat" immediately became anxious again: "Lan Lan, the universal card is very, very precious in the plane. You finally got one. Before using it, you must think about whether it is worth it..."

"A mere 27 francs... I don't think it's worth it."

Roland said: "The value of doing a good deed cannot be measured by the corresponding money."

"If the card actually helps a lot of people, then I think it's worth it."

Black and White Flower stopped talking immediately, turned a stinky face away from Mao Mao Mao's head: "I don't want to talk to you."

Roland said helplessly: "Even if you ignore me, you will still do what you have made up your mind to do."

Luna: ...

——It seems that the players under his command are too assertive, which is not a good thing.

The first thing Roland said about "there are so many ways" is to ask Baron Tanglar.

As far as she knew, Baron Tanglar had a capital of 700 to [-] million francs, holding deposit funds from many large institutions, and his credit had reached "unlimited".

As long as Tanglar Bank is willing to open its mouth to provide a guarantee, the opera troupe can be brought back to life and survive the catastrophe.

The general debt extension period is three months or half a year.

After half a year, the Marquis of Anjou may have a new partner and stop pestering Miss Donna.The financial problems faced by the opera troupe may be solved naturally and easily.

But Baron Danglars flatly refused.

"My bank has been able to survive until today because it has never been involved in those unnecessary businesses."

"You have no idea what kind of entanglements are hidden behind these seemingly simple debts."

"There is still a marquis hiding behind the Royal Opera Troupe. My bank has come forward to guarantee it today. Maybe tomorrow I will lose my seat in Parliament."

"Eugénie, you are a sympathetic young lady, and there is nothing wrong with that."

"But if you bring compassion to business, it's your fault."

Baron Danglars tried his best to show the expression that should belong to a father, and at the same time he spoke hard-hearted words.

Roland didn't waste his words, he bent his knees obediently, and walked away from his father.

The second thing is to count Roland's own assets.

Holding his account book, Roland sorted out her financial situation since returning to Paris, and found that she did not have much cash assets.

Her start-up capital of [-] francs is now mostly on the winery and plantation in Montlery.

In addition, she runs a vegetable business with small profits but quick sales in Paris, and she does not show much. She has made a lot of money in this period of time—unfortunately, she has already invested in several real estates in Paris .

However, even if all her property is added up, compared with the troupe's debt of 27 francs, it is really hard to hold a candle to, not even half of it.

Roland looked at her accounts and thought: What should I do?Is it really necessary to use her "universal card"?

It was already the end of May, and there were only a few days left before the troupe's deadline of June [-]th.

Is there any other way to relieve the crisis?

Roland even went to investigate Haiti's public debt, which has been very popular recently in the Paris financial circle.

Baron Danglars is a veteran in this market, and his latest transaction made 30 francs in and out, enough to cover all the debts of the Opera House.

But just because of trivial things like account opening, trading, and securities brokerage, Roland was already deeply dizzy and confused.

"Now I feel that if I can go to the 'Plane of Overlord' to practice and practice, I may be able to deal with these troublesome things."

Roland held his forehead and lamented.

Luna was more nervous than Roland. She jumped under the desk, raised her cat's head, and asked Roland:

"Lan Lan, have you decided to use the 'Universal Card'?"

Roland snorted: "Isn't there still a few days left? Maybe I can think of other ways in these few days?"

Luna: "Oh..."

"By the way, I'm going to Monley to meet my voice teacher, Mrs. Dupre."

"What do you see her for?" Mao Mao was puzzled.

Roland smiled and said, "Ask her to come back and sit in the Royal Opera Troupe!"

Although Mrs. Dupre is now only a vocal teacher in a boarding school for girls, Roland only heard after arriving in Paris that Mrs. Dupre was also a famous actress on the opera stage before she left Paris.

It's just that age is not forgiving. After Mrs. Dupre passed the age of 40, her voice was not as clear as before.

Moreover, young up-and-comers emerged in large numbers, and famous actors like Miss Donna Bello quickly replaced Madame Dupre.

Roland was thinking, if Miss Donna's singing ability really declined as reported in the newspaper, or if the scandal between her and the Marquis would further escalate; then how can the troupe ensure enough attention and maintain its reputation?

The only helper she could think of was Mrs. Dupre.

Luna was speechless: "...I don't know whether this opera troupe can survive June [-]th, Lan Lan, you are actually worrying about these things."

Roland smiled: "Anyway, I agreed, and I will go back to see friends in the winery and Lina Village before June."

Since we are going to Montley, we will do all the necessary things together.

Sure enough, with Mrs. Dupre, Roland easily persuaded her former vocal teacher.

The lady asked the principal for a half-year leave, and was going back to Paris to "save" the troupe.

"Miss Donna is extremely talented,"

Mrs. Dupre did not have any jealousy towards the juniors who "come from behind", on the contrary, she felt sorry, "It would be great if she could focus on her singing career!"

In addition to emotion, Mrs. Dupre also asked about Miss Popola.

"I heard that Heloise also joined the troupe?"

"If Miss Donna can't take the stage, this will be your young people's chance!"

Having said that, Mrs. Dupre glanced at Roland with half reproach and half regret:

"Eugénie, you..."

In Madame Dupre's mind, the most regrettable thing in this world is probably that Roland cannot perform on stage, and the world cannot realize that there is a real pearl hidden in the noble mansion in Paris.

But Madame Dupre knew it too.

To join the troupe and appear on the stage of the opera house, Roland had to go to the Ministry of the Interior to apply for a license.

And Roland's family background is there... A dignified baroness, it is absolutely impossible for the Ministry of the Interior to issue her a singing license.

Roland smiled: "Teacher, don't worry. When I buy the opera troupe in the future, I can play on stage at any time."

Mrs. Dupre: ...!

That's really like something a banker's daughter can say.

It's a pity that it didn't bring any comfort to Mrs. Duprey——

"Oh, Eugenie, I wish I could hear you singing on stage in my lifetime!"

After finishing the girls' boarding school, Roland turned around and went to the winery and plantation.

In central France in June, the sun is unscrupulously releasing heat.

The land of the vineyard is cracked under the scorching sun, but the vigorous old grape branches are trying to convert the sunlight into sugar, giving birth to sweet and juicy fruits.

The leaf mildew that once decimated the vineyard is gone – and Roland is satisfied after inspecting the vines.

During her absence, the villagers of Lina village took good care of the vineyards as well as their own bodies.

At the hour, the bell on the tower of Monterrey rang in the distance.

Roland thought of Mr. Pino, the expressman who was resident in Monlerita.

This Mr. Pinault is an avid gardener.

Coincidentally, the few pieces of real estate that Roland bought in Paris... are not really real "real estate".What she bought was the land left out by developers among the row upon row of buildings in Paris.

These lands are no longer enough to be developed into mansions of dignitaries, and can only be rented out as gardens or vegetable gardens.

Roland found this kind of land and quickly took it into his pocket.But the sale contract requires her to ensure that the appearance of these "gardens" is "harmonious" with the surrounding buildings and reflects the "fashionable and natural" style of Parisians.

Thinking of this, Roland planned to visit the garden that Mr. Pino opened under the Monlerita, and see if he could learn from his small garden.

She came up to Monlerita and shouted: "Monsieur Pinault!"

The ancient stone tower stands quietly in the wind, and the ivy leaves crawling on the tower rustle with the sound of the wind.

Roland waited for a moment, then shouted again.

This time it worked: at the end of a path paved with red gravel, in a flower bed full of red roses and rosebuds, a little old man in a peaked cap suddenly stood up: "Who is calling me?"

Before Roland could speak, the 50-year-old part-time messenger and full-time gardener looked up at the sundial in the garden, suddenly screamed, jumped out of the flower bed, and ran towards the tower in three steps at a time.

"Miss Tanglar, thank you...thank you for reminding me."

Roland immediately knew that it was time to send and receive the newsletter.

For part-time messengers, missing the time to send and receive letters is a very serious fault, and the punishment is severe.

When she was at the girls' boarding school in Mont Leary, she had heard that Mr. Pinault had been fined for missing the signal.The gentleman is said to have been grafting roses and hazelnuts when the signal came - adding to Mr Pinault's "misery".

Roland had seen Mr. Pinault send a quick report, and he knew the principle of sending a report. He also knew that Mr. Pinault was just guarding the tower every day, sending something such as "nothing happened" and "one hour's rest", which was irrelevant. news.

"Then you are busy first, I will come to see you later!"

With a smile on the corner of Roland's mouth, he turned and left, this small garden full of flowers and plants - her own plantation was just outside the garden.

In the plantation, Roland met the villagers of Lina Village, asked them about the growth of fresh vegetables, and discussed with them what products the Paris market needed. She stayed for about an hour before she straightened up.

She looked back at Monterrita, and was surprised to find a magnificent carriage parked at the foot of a hill a few steps away from Monterrita.

The carriage looked a little familiar.

Roland suddenly had some bad premonitions in her heart. She lifted her skirt and ran quickly to Monterrey Tower.

"Mr. Pinault, Mr. Pinault..."

Roland ran to the towering stone tower and stopped.

She saw a handsome man coming out of the Monlerita side by side with Mr. Pinault.

Mr. Pinault is totally different from his usual self-satisfied gardener—this expressman's bald forehead is covered with sweat, he can't even stand still, he can only crouch unsteadily, his eyes are empty, I don't know where to gather.Then he sat down and let out a long sigh.

Roland turned to Mr. Pino, a man as solemn as a Greek god.

"count……"

In any case, it never occurred to her that the Count of Monte Cristo was standing next to the messenger at this moment.

On the contrary, when the count saw Roland, a reserved smile appeared on his face, he nodded slightly, and said hello: "Miss Tanglar."

"you……"

Roland looked at the Count of Monte Cristo, and then turned his face to look at the messenger who was sweating profusely, almost slumped on the ground.

She was wondering what the Earl had done.

"Mr. Pinault, are you all right?"

Roland didn't ask immediately, but stepped forward to care about the messenger who was sitting there like a fool.

She took out her embroidered linen handkerchief and passed it to M. Pinault.

"My dear lady, you can rest assured—"

The Earl said beside her, "Our Mr. Courier has just found a good way to spend his time in retirement, and now he is a little excited."

"retire?"

Roland knew Mr. Pinault very well because of gardening, and even paid for the meager produce in his garden.

She is well aware that the income of the expressmen is very poor. Compared with the peasants, their only advantage is that they have a guaranteed salary in drought and flood, and they don't have to depend on the weather for food.

But when it comes to retirement... where does it all go?

Mr. Pinault is only in his 50s, and he has at least a dozen more years before he can retire.

But Mr. Pinault was really excited. He took the embroidered linen handkerchief from Roland's hand, no matter how delicate and expensive the handkerchief was, he wiped his forehead with his hand, and finally became a little sober.

But the dispatcher suddenly jumped up like a spring, leaping back far away: "No, no, that wasn't my intention—"

He turned his body and looked up at the earl, as if looking at the devil in his heart: "It's not that I'm disloyal to my duty, it's him, it's him who tempted me... He asked me to send the signal on the note, he Said that it would not have any effect on ordinary people, he said that this is God using my hand..."

Roland was shocked. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the earl, but reached out to the messenger: "Did he ask you to send some signal?"

Mr. Pinault began to sweat profusely again. He took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Roland. There were three sets of signals on it——

Roland expected that this would definitely not be "nothing happened", "take an hour's rest" and "goodbye".

"About this matter, should you give me an explanation?"

Roland stretched out his hand to the Count of Monte Cristo, showing him the note in his palm: "As the owner of the land where this sending station is located, should I have the right to know?"

The count smiled immediately: "Your request is very legitimate."

"But I think we might be able to let the messenger go back and pack his bags first, so he can hit the road to a happy retirement in time."

When Mr. Pinault heard about it, he immediately turned and ran towards Monlerita.He ran and even fell down, without making a sound, got up and continued to run, straight up the tower.

Roland saw a few freshly ripe strawberries falling out of Mr. Pinault's pocket and falling into the dust—these were all planted by the expressman himself, and they were once his most cherished things.

Roland sighed inwardly, and turned to the count.

She let her attitude relax for a while, trying not to be prejudiced or prejudged, and then she spoke solemnly:

"Is it the devil who made our messenger lose his integrity, or...you?"

The Count of Monte Cristo laughed out loud.

In Paris, Roland had never seen this mysterious "outsider" laugh so readily.

"No, my dear Miss Tanglars, you have elevated me too high. How can I be compared with the devil?"

"It is nothing but money that makes this Mr. Courier give up his integrity."

"I think that's something you've never lacked from the moment you were born."

Roland's face was not very good-looking, but she had to admit that what the other party said was true.

"The note in your hand, the signal on it, you probably don't understand it."

Roland really couldn't understand it.

She needs someone to explain to her.

"This signal tells a story that doesn't exist."

The Count of Monte Cristo really told Roland this story.

Roland listened blankly. She didn't expect that the other party would tell her the exact information on the note without reservation—but judging by the other party's attitude, she had no reason to believe that the other party was deceiving her.

"It was transmitted without harming anyone."

"It would float up into the Paris sky like a dark cloud and be blown away without leaving a trace."

"The day after tomorrow, this story will be confirmed, it is really a 'story'."

"This story is like countless rumors wandering in Paris, coming and going freely in people's ears, and it will not affect anyone."

The smile on the face of the Count of Monte Cristo slowly disappeared.

"—Except for those who are parasitic on the people's wealth, live on insider information, and grab huge profits with ease."

He announced solemnly, with the attitude of a judge wearing a wig, standing in a court and solemnly pronouncing the sentence.

Roland took a step back, puzzled.

She knew who the other party was accusing.

Mr. Debray had a steady flow of inside information from the Home Office, and Mrs. Tanglars bought and sold short in the bond market in her husband's name.

Madame Tanglar was a vain woman. She never bothered to conceal such information, and was even willing to talk about it...but the entire high society in Paris was not ashamed of it, but proud of it.

The three signals that the Count of Monte Cristo handed to the messenger did not affect other people, but they set a trap for them, waiting for them to jump in obediently and suffer a traumatic blow.

But the question is: Why did the Count of Monte Cristo explicitly tell her this news.

Her surname is also Tanglar.

No one would think that she is not of one mind with her biological parents.

Roland stared at the earl, who seemed to have read her thoughts right away, and a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face again, as warm as the bright sun of the earth behind him.

He answered her question directly.

"The merciful God told me: This story can not only hit those speculators who use illegal means to make profits improperly, but also save some people who are struggling in difficulties."

"Sinners deserve to be punished, and good people will be helped."

Roland stared blankly at the count for a moment. Suddenly, she jumped up, turned around and ran away.