My years as a menswear boss

In the early morning, an unexpected guest came to the Champs Elysees.

"Long time no see, Baron." Dantès asked the servant to serve tea for the guests, "You seem to be in a bad mood, may I ask, did something unpleasant happen to you?"

"Oh, these few days have been the worst period in my history." Tanglar covered his face in pain, his mean face made him look a little ridiculous.

"You might as well talk about it." Dantès looked sincere, and he leaned on the sofa, "Is it related to your career?"

"Yes, all my troubles are caused by family misfortune." Tanglar said, seeing that Dantès had not invited him to sit down, he had to sit down cheekily, "My wife credulously believes in the social circle." A certain rumour, to some extent, I am willing to listen to my partner, she will point out my business from time to time. Occasionally she will hit the point, luck is also important when it comes to speculation part of the

"We earned about 40 francs in the early stage, and I gave her two-thirds as pocket money. My poor wife somehow learned that a wealthy Spanish businessman was about to be deported from France, so I sold it in advance. Lost the public debt.

But that evening, "Izvestia" confirmed that the news was false, and I lost 100 million francs. "

"Is it only 100 million francs?" Dantès raised his eyebrows, and he took a sip from his teacup.

"Only 100 million francs?!" Tanglar exclaimed in amazement, and he repeated the sentence in his mouth, "This is almost all the money I can mobilize!!"

"Don't act so scary, sir." Dantès put down his teacup, he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "You have to know that 100 million francs is like a franc to you for a person like me. "

Tanglar's chest rose and fell violently, and he always felt that there was an indescribable sense of irony in the politely smiling face in front of him, "Yes, it's nothing to a top rich man like you, but it's nothing to you. It means a lot to me.”

Dantès watched the enemy suppress his humiliation and flattered him, and he felt an indescribable joy in his heart, "You are not desperate yet, after all, you still have a lot of real estate, don't you?"

Jiqiu stood at the corner of the stairs and listened to the whole process. Dantès's method completely took advantage of Tanglar's greedy psychology, just like casino gamblers. Losers go bankrupt.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Tanglar." She came out from the corner, came to the living room and greeted him friendly, then looked at Dantès, "Father, I have made an appointment with Mr. Moran to go to the college together. Pai's art exhibition, I'll be back before dinner."

"Go, my child, have fun." Dantès smiled more sincerely, and he whispered to Jacob beside him to choose a carriage with better safety.

Looking at the tall and straight figure of the young painter, Tanglar thought about it, until Dantès coughed in dissatisfaction before looking away.

"I'm sorry, your nobleman's demeanor made me confused for a while." The cunning banker's face was full of smirks, and he tentatively asked the expensive man opposite, "I don't know if Master Luo Xi has Marriage?"

"No." The corners of Dantès' raised mouth gradually flattened, and a trace of boredom flashed in his eyes, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"The duel a month ago was full of turmoil. You know that my only daughter is preparing to be engaged to Mr. Albert Morcerf. His father's affairs disrupted the plan." Danglar sighed and continued. , "We have to give up this marriage. My beloved daughter Eugenie is about the same age as Mr. Rosie. They should have a lot of common language."

"Sounds like a good idea." Dantès touched his chin and said, before Tanglar could smile, he continued, "Unfortunately, when Simon was ten years old, he met a gypsy girl, She said that my child will achieve unmatched accomplishments in art, and at the same time she predicted that he would have three catastrophes in his life. A woman before he was 30 would ruin him, and the third time he went hunting at 40 he would die from a horse."

"The first prophecy has been fulfilled. When he was 12 years old, he was exposed to rain and had a fever. The high fever lasted for several days. I tried every means to find someone to heal him.

Fortunately, I met a down-and-out Arab doctor who boiled a pot of soup with several herbs for him to take. After three days and three nights, he recovered. "

"Baron, you are also a father, you can't understand this feeling. Sometimes parents are willing to do everything for their children. Just in case, I will not risk my son's life." said the Count.

Tanglar had no choice but to suppress this whimsical idea. He said regretfully, "That's really a pity. I hope that Master Luo Xi will survive the catastrophe as soon as possible."

"I would like to borrow your good words." Dantès put his arm on the armrest of the sofa, and he said with a smile, "But I have a suitable candidate here, I wonder if it suits your wishes?"

"Really?" Tanglar didn't expect to be surprised. He pretended to listen attentively, "What kind of person is he?"

"His name is Andrea Cavalcanti, his father is the Marquis Isambel, Prince of Italy, and his mother is the Marquise Gosselina. He looks dignified and gentle."

Dantès said, he looked at the pensive Tanglar, and then took a strong dose of medicine, "His annual net income is 150 million francs, not counting the palace and mines left to him by his parents."

"Ah, then can you introduce Mr. Cavalcanti to us?" Tanglar asked tentatively.

"Of course, a few days ago he was worried that there was no girl he wanted to be his fiancée. Let Miss Tanglar meet him, maybe the two of them will hit it off." Dantès said in a gentle tone, seeming to be of one mind A good gentleman with a mind.

"You are so enthusiastic, count." Tanglar admired, his face turned from pale to rosy, and only 150 million francs remained in his eyes. This is the only point that is important to him, "Then I will be at home anytime, I hope you don't forget about it."

"No, I won't break my promise." Dantès replied with a smile.

Jiqiu tidied up her appearance on the carriage, and after confirming that there was no place to be rude, she stepped out of the carriage. Not far away, there was a girl with a veil waiting there, "Sorry for keeping you waiting, I hope I can return It's not too late."

Aurora took the arm that Jiqiu handed over, and she was excited, "No, I accidentally remembered the wrong time, and it has nothing to do with you."

The girl's big honey-colored eyes were smiling, "Where are we going to play?"

"I know there is a very lively market nearby. At night, there will be many food vendors pushing wooden carts to set up stalls. We can go there to try something new."

Jiqiu said in a warm voice, high-end restaurants have complicated etiquette, and if one mistake is made, it will attract attention. Mid-range restaurants will make Aurora realize that this is accommodating her financial ability, and roadside snacks will only make people think that it is She was curious to try it herself.

"Hey, I know where it is!" Aurora said, and she seriously introduced to Jiqiu which kind of delicious snacks, "...the fried fish made by Old Hank is the best I have ever eaten, and the barbecue at Jim's house, then It is a shop opened by my good friend's family, and the quality of the meat is very guaranteed."

"Wow, I believe there must be a lot of delicacies waiting for me to enjoy one by one." Jiqiu was so excited that she helped Aurora into the carriage and slipped in by herself.

The two young people came to the fragrant market, and Jiqiu moved his nose, smelling the smell of meat in the air, "It's so fragrant, there are barbecue pies at the entrance, let's go and have a look!"

"Okay." Aurora could only smell a refreshing peppermint smell from the young man's body, her face was a little hot, and she let the young man pull her forward.

Along the way, Jiqiu turned customers into mainstays, and took Aurora to eat from the street to the end of the street. Although not as skilled as the chef at home, the taste was very distinctive and made people linger. She looked up at the star-studded night sky, "It's a bit late It's time for us to go home."

"Do you want to go?" Aurora felt that time passed so fast, and she felt a little bit reluctant. She didn't know whether it was the beautiful night or the young artist beside her.

"Well, otherwise Mr. Moran will worry about you." Jiqiu whispered, and she took out a string of plump pink pearl necklaces from her pocket, "Happy birthday to you."

Aurora lowered her head and asked the young man to put it on for her. She subconsciously touched the round pearl around her neck, "It must be very precious."

"I didn't pay attention to the price, I just bought it because I thought it was suitable for you." Jiqiu said softly, she looked at the girl wearing the pearl necklace, "It seems that my aesthetics is not bad, no one is more suitable for this necklace than you .”

Jiqiu sent Aurora home, she took off her hat and bowed to her in a gentlemanly manner, then stepped into the carriage and left.

Aurora looked at the figure in the carriage going away, "I don't know if there is a chance to meet next time. '

She sighed and turned her head, and when she saw the person at the door, her expression became extremely awkward, "When did you come, Dad?"

Moran was carrying a bucket of dirty pen washing water. He twitched the corners of his mouth and took a puff on the cigarette on his mouth. "It doesn't matter. You said you were going to Sandra to discuss weaving skills."

Aurora couldn't help picking the ground with her toes, her whole face turned red, "I'm sorry."

"This necklace is quite suitable for you." Moran looked at the string of pearl necklaces on his daughter's neck, and he poured out the dirty water in the bucket, "Come in, your mother is still waiting for you to eat."