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Chapter 62 The Monte Cristo Plane 18

This afternoon, on the avenue leading from the plain of Montlery to Paris, one can see a wonderful sight.

A girl wrapped in a long gray cloak, sitting on a strong horse, holding the rein tightly, scolded lightly, one person and one horse, and rushed to Paris at lightning speed.

"God uses my hand to punish the world, and God also uses my hand to reward kind people and guide them." The Count of Monte Cristo said.

When Roland heard about the "plan" of the Count of Monte Cristo, she turned around and ran back—she realized that she needed to go back to Paris immediately.

The Count of Monte Cristo summoned his groom, put down one of the two horses that had been driving, and took out the saddle from the carriage base to install it.

"Miss Tanglar, you are a woman with good judgment."

"Heidi has a deep impression on you, and she has mentioned it to me more than once."

"I hope to hear good news from you when I go to the Grand Opera House next time."

The earl's voice seemed to keep echoing in Roland's ears.

He even guessed that he was single-mindedly trying to save the Royal Opera Company——

Regarding the matter of the opera troupe, the people around Roland were divided into two factions:

One party has no brains to trust her, and firmly believes that she will be able to figure out a way to save helpless people from suffering;

The other party sneered at her for meddling in her own business—and distrusted her, a lady who had just graduated from a girls' school and returned to Paris, with any ability to save the Royal Opera from internal and external troubles.

Only the Earl really offered her a helping hand.

Of course, the earl just pointed out the direction for her and created opportunities for her, and she had to rely on herself to actually complete it.

Thanks to the robustness of the horse, Roland hurried back to Paris before sunset.

She went straight to a securities broker in Paris, where Roland had previously opened a securities trading account in the name of the company "Monllery North and South Foodstuffs".

"Miss Monlerie, what brings you here?"

The securities broker always thought that Roland's surname was "Monley", but did not know her real name.

Roland also felt that this was appropriate. After all, once the surname "Danglar" was known to the other party, the securities broker might not have the guts to continue doing business with her.

Roland made mistakes and said with a smile: "I've been worried that you are off work. Why, is your brokerage business so busy today?"

The securities broker stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "If you want to be in the past, you are really late."

"But there's something going on in the bond market today, there's a lot of volatility. There's a lot of shorting of Spanish bonds."

Roland raised his eyebrows, and sure enough——

"I'm here for that too."

"I want you to buy Spanish government bonds as an agent. I need you to place an order now and deliver it immediately when the public bonds start trading in the market tomorrow morning."

"How much do you need, Miss Montalley?"

Roland estimated and reported a number: "100 million francs."

The securities broker was taken aback, thinking that he stayed in the office for a while today, and he was right—he could make a small profit just by commission for this transaction.

"Then I want you to make a futures transaction as an agent, and sell all the government bonds you bought this time before the day after tomorrow."

The securities broker was even more surprised: "You are...speculating."

Roland nodded: "Yes, it's a speculative business."

"I usually deal in vegetables and various ingredients, but occasionally I also speculate."

Surprised, the stockbroker asked, "But do you...have a million francs in your books?"

Roland smiled and shook his head, and replied with certainty: "No."

She had deposited a thousand francs in the stockbroker's account in order to open it.

The securities broker was speechless with her attitude. He stared at her for a while before saying, "Then, then you..."

"I plan to make a spot purchase tomorrow, and a reverse sell one day later...the difference between the two is only one day, can I skip the physical delivery of the ticket?"

The delivery time limit for Spanish government bonds is two days. Roland’s two positive and negative transactions can be hedged within two days. In theory, there is no need to deliver physical bills1.

The securities broker opened his mouth in surprise and remained silent for a long time.

He was a little confused for a moment: Who is this young female vegetable merchant in front of him.

"May I ask, why did you make these two deals?"

"As I said just now, it's just speculation." Roland replied with a smile and confidence, "Someone disturbed the Spanish bond market, and the sharp drop in the bond market, I think it's an excellent opportunity to make money."

"But I don't have a fund of 100 million francs, so I just bet that it will rise back a little within one day and bring me a little profit."

The back of the securities broker's head was sweating: Your idea is really beautiful.

"How?" Roland raised his face, "You also know that you are not the only stockbroker in Paris, and everyone will open their doors tonight until late at night."

"Since you can't agree to my request, I will naturally find a stockbroker who has sufficient decisiveness and flexibility."

Roland stood up.

The problem was immediately thrown to the securities broker - whether to earn a considerable amount of brokerage fees, or take a little risk to handle this "speculative" transaction for the lady in front of me?

As Roland said, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The securities broker hadn't made a decision yet, and people kept coming to his office.

The sweaty manager had to ask Roland to sit down and rest.

He hurried to another reception room by himself to meet a steady stream of customers.

Roland clenched his fists: in her hand was the note with "Signal" written on it.

It was the "story" on this note that Mr. Pinault sent out as a bulletin.

Apparently, this "story" has caused a commotion among the rich in Paris.

"Have you heard that the King of Spain, Don Carlos, has escaped from Bourges!" 2

People couldn't wait even one night and rushed desperately to dispose of their Spanish bonds.

People who held the bonds, who a few hours ago thought of them as a "money touch" investment, now fear that they will be broke tomorrow morning.

Greed and fear are indeed strings in the hands of God, manipulating people at will like puppets on strings.

Seeing this situation, Roland believed that she would wait for the answer she wanted.

In this moment of panic, when everyone else is rushing to sell the bonds in their hands, she is doing the opposite, buying——

There is a buyer of 100 million sitting here, the stock broker is not a fool, he will not let Roland leave.

I don't know what time it was until the securities broker finally returned to Roland.

He looked at the calm and calm Roland with admiration: "Miss Montalley, I can fully comply with your request. Now we will sign the power of attorney, and you authorize me to complete the two transactions of pros and cons."

A smile appeared on Roland's lips.

"But you need to deposit enough security deposit with me to protect against all your losses."

Roland: ...!

Why did she forget that there is still a deposit?

The [-] francs on the book is simply a drop in the bucket for the losses that Roland may suffer.

The matter of "public debt speculation" ultimately stems from the financial crisis of the opera troupe.

In fact, she could use the "universal card" to complete the rescue without any trouble—but with the mentality of giving it a try, she traveled hundreds of miles to get here.

Seeing that the deal could be done, she ended up paying for the deposit?

She still has to use the "wild card"?What's the difference between that and the fact that she used the "universal card" to directly buy the troupe early in the morning?

Roland's heart was turbulent, but he could only smile and say, "Security deposit, okay, how much do you want?"

While listening to the number reported by the stockbroker, she lowered her head to think, and the huge diamond she was wearing happened to shine in front of her eyes:

With-

Back at the Tanglar Mansion on Mont Blanc Street, even in his own bedroom, Roland could hear people talking loudly in the small living room nearby.

They talked unscrupulously about all kinds of gossip they had inquired from the Ministry of the Interior.

In the little note of the Count of Monte Cristo, the concise and clear "escape" added fuel and vinegar to their mouths, adding a lot of details.It was as if everyone had seen with their own eyes the king who had escaped surveillance, returned to his land, and was embraced by the people.

Everyone is rejoicing the good luck of Baron Danglars——

He only suffered a loss of 50 francs because of his quick shot.

Of course, soon this kind of "lucky" will give way to "annoyance", "blame", and "blame each other".

Roland lay on the soft four-poster bed, looking up at the rose-colored curtain hanging from the roof, thinking about what happened during the day.

"revenge--"

This time, the Count of Monte Cristo pointed too clearly.

However, her "parents" still had a lot of desires to fill. Facing such a trap, they voluntarily jumped into it, and were even complacent, thinking that they had taken advantage of it.

Such a blow was too precise, leaving no trace.

But why did the count tell her all so frankly, and even gave her a fine horse so that she could get back to Paris in time?

Although Roland did the buying and selling of public bonds by himself, if it wasn't for a coincidence, she happened to meet the Count of Monte Cristo-this thing would never have happened.

Why did he trust her so much in Roland, believed that she would not use that note as evidence to report to the Ministry of the Interior; and believed that she would not tell the truth to her parents, so that Baron Tanglar would not reverse the operation and sell the Buy the government bonds out at a low price?

Is it really because of... believing that she is a kind person?

Roland was lost in thought.

With a "whoosh", her agent cat jumped onto the bed, squatted beside her soft pillow, and called softly: "Lan Lan!"

"You actually did it?"

The kitty's face is full of disbelief.

"How did you find out about those bonds?"

"If I hadn't been staring at you in this plane, I might really have thought you had gone to the 'Business War' plane to practice."

"What's so strange about that?"

Roland didn't move, still looking up at the curtain above the bed.

"The headaches I had before were just the cumbersome procedures of opening an account."

"But when it comes to 'finance', how many complex financial products come from our 'farming plane'?"

"Spots, forwards, swaps... weren't they all created to trade barley, corn, soybeans?"

The more Roland spoke, the more sluggish his tongue became, and he yawned again and again.

"But Lan Lan, how did you deal with the margin pledged by the securities broker in the end?"

"The producer deliberately left a suspense, and did not release your specific operation."

"Now all the audience outside the plane know that you did it, but no one knows how you did it."

"Even I..."

It seems that the producer has covered up this "suspense" too tightly, and even a "broker cat" like Luna doesn't know the details.

"Lan Lan, tell me secretly, did you use that 'universal card'?"

"What... what?"

"Universal card!" The little cat jumped close to Roland's ear, carefully raising the volume a little.

"Universal card... I..."

Luna squatted, waiting for Roland's answer.

Unexpectedly, she never responded.

Soon, the little cat heard the sound of even breathing.

"Lan Lan, you—"

Obviously, Roland was too tired today.She traveled hundreds of miles, and tried hard to understand the "speculative" transactions that had never been touched on this plane.

Before answering Luna's question, Roland fell asleep on the bed.

Leaving her conscientious "broker cat" circling around the pillow, trying to figure out what was going on.

Soon it will be June [-]th.

Before this day, the anecdote that people talked about was naturally the "Don Carlos flight incident" that caused great fluctuations in the bond market a few days ago.

This later proved to be an "oolong" caused by information transmission.The "king" of the Spaniards is still in the hands of the Bourges. The news came out because of a mistake of the "Express System".

As soon as the news of the clarification came out, the sharply falling Spanish government bonds immediately rebounded to the original level, even slightly higher than before Baron Tanglar's sell-off.

Baron Tanglar lost 50 francs when he threw it out, missed the subsequent big rebound, and lost another 50 francs, and once it came and went, it was a loss of 100 million francs.

But there are also some speculators with great guts and appetite who made a decisive move in this "public debt incident"——

The Monitor quoted a stockbroker as saying:

"One of my anonymous clients, who was originally an ordinary vegetable merchant, made a huge profit of 50 francs in this incident."

“She didn’t even pay the full amount for Spanish government bonds, she just paid a security deposit.”

"She is the most 'speculative' vegetable merchant I have ever seen. She has sharper eyes than the banker's wife, more accurate judgment, and courage... is also unprecedented."

As for why the stockbroker specifically mentioned "Madame Banker", it is naturally because the entire financial circle in Paris knows that Mrs. Tanglar is the behind-the-scenes trader of the Tanglar Bank's investment in public bonds.

Mr. Tanglar used to make a lot of money from his wife's sources, but this time he lost it all at once.

Roland, who never read newspapers, naturally didn't know that he was hailed as a role model of "speculative spirit".

If she knows, she will definitely clarify: this is not "speculation", but "investment".

She is sure that she can achieve such a rate of return.

Another "investment" she had planned was not going so well.

On June [-], the Royal Opera Company's debts came due.

Although this opera troupe bears the title of "royal", it is actually just a commercial organization that needs to be "self-responsible for its own profits and losses" like all troupes in the world.

It needs to repay a debt of 27 francs today.

If it is not repaid, the troupe will be disbanded.

Opera troupes' performances at the Grand Opera House will be auctioned off, and opera troupes from elsewhere will gladly submit to the critical scrutiny of Parisian audiences in an attempt to survive on the stage.

Bankruptcy and dissolution if the business cannot continue-this scene of tragedy and comedy has been staged many times on the stages of theaters large and small in Paris, but this time it is the turn of the Royal Opera Troupe.

The Grand Theater had closed its doors to visitors the day before—but this was an unwise move, which contributed to the spread of rumors in the city of Paris.

Originally, the owners and debtors still had confidence in the opera troupe, but now that they saw it, they no longer had any hope.

When Roland brought her friends to the Grand Opera House, what he saw was such a deserted appearance——

The opera poster that was pasted just a few days ago has been secretly torn off by small vendors and used as paper for wrapping goods; the one that was torn off happened to be a full-body portrait of "Pillar" Miss Donna, "Donna" missing arms and legs. "Miss" just looked at passers-by incompletely.

In front of the opera house, anxious creditors stood.

If the troupe is dissolved, the debts of these creditors cannot be repaid.Their original intention was that they would rather the troupe not be disbanded, and they could eat comfortably for a while just eating the interest;

But the bank did not guarantee the troupe, and they could not trust the troupe to repay the debt in the future;

This is just like a "dead loop".

With a debt of 27 francs, there were [-] creditors, large and small, and none of them dared to say yes to the extension of the debt, for fear that the troupe would pay off other people's debts first and drag themselves into trouble.

The situation was deadlocked—the creditors had no choice but to give an ultimatum. If the troupe could not obtain a bank guarantee or repay the debt before noon, they would announce that the Royal Opera Troupe had defaulted.

In the Grand Opera House, in front of the foyer of the principal soprano Miss Donna Bello, there are still one or two flower baskets that have not been taken.

The flowers in the flower basket have long withered and withered, as if to indicate the fate of the entire troupe.

Miss Bello was indifferent to her "disappeared" followers.She took a step forward and said to the troupe manager: "Sir, why don't you tell the creditors outside that I can sing, I can definitely sing!"

"If you hadn't canceled the performance yesterday, all of Paris would know that Donna Bello has a golden voice, and can control the golden songs of any opera writer!"

The troupe manager said helplessly: "Miss, yes, you can sing, and all of us believe that you can sing too-but if there is no banker willing to provide you with a guarantee, our troupe will have to be disbanded."

"Could it be that the truth of this world is in the hands of bankers?"

Miss Donna asked angrily, "Such an obvious fact, but the banker is required to prove it for me?"

The manager nodded awkwardly.

"Miss, you can say so."

"Yes, our society is in the hands of bankers, military officials and politicians."

The troupe's clock gradually pointed to noon.

"Dear Donna, I think our troupe is about to come to an end."

The troupe manager sighed with regret.

Miss Donna turned her head helplessly, looking at the big theater she was familiar with, her eyes were full of sadness.

Suddenly she cried out sharply and angrily: "Look, here comes a banker's lady."

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