Eugenie with money [Grandet]

In the box, Nucingen was trying to understand the relationship between Bono's news to Portuguese and Spanish newspapers and the investment in public bonds by Nucingen Bank.Eugenie told him lightly: "I don't think there is much hope. Mr. Bono doesn't seem to care much about money."

Weird.

Nucingen thought to himself, if Eugenie's initial asking price was not five hundred francs but five thousand, and the final price was added to twenty thousand francs instead of two thousand, she would be as noble as Bono, and she would certainly bow her noble head.

"Or we can change our thinking." Eugenie thought of other places: "Mr. Bono should get used to it. Mrs. Taicourt, when you have time these two days, you should go to the French Journal. Bono, please." Sir, publish an article on the mask of the sky. How about the original remuneration at five hundred francs?"

Are you serious about letting a newspaper that specializes in political reporting cover a new lady's gadget?Nucingen looked at Eugenie suspiciously, not thinking that she was such a reckless person.

Eugenie didn't say that this was her temptation to Bo Nuo. If Bo Nuo let go of his little thoughts about himself, the two people are just a cooperative relationship between money, and the road will go a long way.Otherwise, she would not mind changing a partner, and there is not only one "French Journal" in Paris.

"Miss Eugenie," Nucingen wanted to end his visit to Eugenie after the fourth act, and he asked, "When will your 40 francs be remitted to Portugal and the Spain, how should the office over there be operated, and how can the Bank of Nucingen cooperate with you?" Compared with such a serious matter, what is being performed is not important at all.

"The profit from the operation over there will not be too high. Mr. Baron, you may consider that the Bank of Nucingen focuses on the operation in Paris." Eugenie thought for a while and said to Nucingen: "The turmoil in the two countries , It cannot be completed within a year, and cost recovery is more difficult. Here in Paris, it will be much more convenient for us.”

It is certainly gratifying to have a return on investment, but this joy is real only after the pocket is settled.Mr. Nucingen, a pragmatic banker, felt that Eugenie's proposal was very correct, so he didn't raise any new questions. There are still doubts—these two countries are not very far from Paris in terms of distance.

Nucingen was not the only one who had this question, and Bono was one of them.Just after Eugenie took Nanon to watch an incomprehensible performance, Bono made two visits to Eugenie's house to explain the current situation, but was stopped by the doorman:

The first time, Mademoiselle Eugenie was not at home when she was taking Nanon to the post-coach back to Saumur.

The second time, Miss Eugenie and Mrs. Taigou went to visit the newly hired dance teacher, and they didn't know when they would return home.

No need to ask, Eugenie's door was temporarily closed to Bono.If Bono wanted to maintain a good relationship with money, he had to change his thinking and course.

Bono's office is filled with smoke, the aftermath of his heavy cigar puffs.Several years of life in the Paris newspaper office made Bono deeply dependent on cigars, especially when making important decisions.

"Mr. Bono, this lady doesn't have an appointment, but she promises that you will receive her." The janitor of the newspaper office knocked on the door of the office cautiously, showing a trembling smile.

Behind him stood a lady in a gray overcoat with an expensive veil covering her sharp eyes.Bono recognized Mrs. Taigou at a glance, stood up quickly, and bowed to her: "Marquise de Taigou, it is my honor to receive you." After finishing speaking, he glanced at the ignorant gatekeeper. .

The janitor had never seen Mr. Bono so obsequious, and he was so frightened that he didn't leave immediately. Bono impatiently took out five francs from his pocket and gave it to the janitor, threatening him in a low voice: "Don't tell anyone about this lady. who is it."

The porter went downstairs with hands and feet, preparing to treasure the five francs as a family heirloom.

Bono had already opened the window to clear the smoke, and asked Mrs. Taigou to sit down before asking, "I don't know what I can do for you, Marquise de Taigou."

Mrs. Taigou put the five hundred francs neatly on the table and stared at Bono.

In just a few seconds, sweat appeared on Bono's forehead: "The news that Miss Eugenie became the Bank of Nucingen was published in the newspaper the day before yesterday. In line with the professional ethics of journalists, I did not join Eugenie The miss wishes to add more words."

Madame Taigou nodded: "We know that Mademoiselle Eugenie ordered all the newspapers available in Paris."

Bono took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead: "Then, please..." Take the money back, the amount mentioned and the francs in front of you are two different concepts, ma'am.

Mrs. Taigou didn't even look at the francs on the table, and said her intentions in a flat voice: "Speaking of the sense of smell of journalists, I think Mr. Bono should have noticed that Miss Eugenie invested in the establishment of a production mask The factory, the products have been welcomed by the ladies of the upper class. But it is not enough for the ladies in Paris to know, so the lady thinks that the "French Journal" should be able to work with her to promote this product to the ladies all over France."

"However, Miss Eugenie may have misunderstood something. Le Journal de France is a serious newspaper. It always only reports major news such as politics and finance. If it weren't for the fact that the Nucingen Bank is the largest bank in Paris, even Ou Miss Ni invests, and won't report it."

Mrs. Taigou opened the purse, took out another five hundred francs from it, put it together with the previous five hundred francs, and looked at Bono again: "Journalism has different perspectives. As a leader in journalism, Bono Mr. Nuo's positioning will be more precise."

Bono was looking at Madame Taigou's bag, and he was thinking of the door which Eugenie had closed to him.He knew very well that if he refused again, there would only be two possibilities:

One, Madame Taigou opened her purse again and took out another five hundred francs.There is another option, that is, Madame Taigou opened the purse, took all the thousand francs on the table, and turned to leave.

The former is an extra test for himself, while the latter, Bo Nuo has not yet figured out the consequences.

Either way, it's a gamble.It wasn't me, or even Mrs. Teigou, who revealed the cards. This made Bono, who claimed to have mastered the rules of Paris, feel a heavy sense of frustration.

"I thought I was already friends with Mademoiselle Eugenie." Bono struggled weakly.

"If the cooperation is happy, you will still be friends who can talk about everything." Mrs. Taigu said firmly, and silently added in her heart, if the lady needs it.

"Anyway, please take it back." Bono pushed the francs on the table towards Mrs. Taigou: "Tomorrow, I believe Miss Eugenie will see what she wants to see."

Mrs. Taigu stood up satisfied, still ignoring the francs on the table, lightly smoothed the folds on the clothes that did not exist, and walked out the door.

Bono thought for a second, then quickly opened the drawer, swept a thousand francs in, and took two steps after him, sending Mrs. Taigou out: "Please tell Miss Eugenie, I want to know how to get along with her gone."

This is good for everyone, Mrs. Taigu smiled: "This is really great, you know, Miss Eugenie is very interested in dancing now, and I will hold a dance next Tuesday to try my own learning results. You can come." Saying that, he took out the invitation card and handed it to Bo Nuo, letting Bo Nuo stop there with a wry smile.

Today Madame Taicourt came to the newspaper office in her own carriage. After Nanon arrived, Eugenie found that one carriage was not always enough to travel, so she ordered another one, which was delivered only yesterday.

It was of course not comparable to Eugenie's, but Madame Taigou was very satisfied.She had noticed that the workmanship of the carriage was very solid, not much different from the style of the Baroness Nucingen, and it looked much more fashionable than the carriages of her old friends who had not changed for many years.

There was also the remaining five hundred francs in the purse, which could enrich her small coffers, which pleased Mrs. Taigou.So what about being a governess, what lady in Paris can earn such an income, except for a little reputation?

The money that is actually in your hands is nothing compared to being talked about by others.Mrs. Taigou, who has experienced many things in the world, sat with her head up in her carriage, nodding to the people strolling in the Bois de Boulogne from time to time.

She could guess what those people were talking about, but they all had smiling faces when they greeted her.It's a surrender to money, even if it's just a governess.

"Fortunately, Nanon has returned to Saumur." This was the first sentence Madame Thiagout uttered to Eugenie back at the house.

Seeing her relaxed expression, Eugenie knew that the matter should have been completed, so she agreed with Madame Taicourt: "When we were in Saumur, we didn't have our own carriage. If we go to Troufond, papa will let the tenants Bring the donkey cart early to pick it up. Nanon is used to riding in a donkey cart that doesn’t cost money, if she knows that I use the horse I bought for dad to pull the cart for you, she will sue dad.”

Mrs. Teigou took the coffee from Elemi, stirred it and said, "If Monsieur Grandet knows how much profit I can bring my lady this trip, he will forgive me for my little carelessness."

The "Journal de France" delivered the next day confirmed Mrs. Taigou's conjecture.Bono's article was published in the third edition of the financial column, and used a lot of space to report the love of Parisian ladies for a new type of cosmetic. Economic phenomenon, and briefly mentioned the factories that produce this new type of cosmetics.