Just when Jérôme Bonaparte and others were discussing whether Baron Lionel Rothschild was a friend or an enemy.
In a three-story mansion near Chaise Alley in the West End of London, a middle-aged man with brown hair and a round and sturdy figure is looking down at the people coming and going in Chaise Alley through the cut glass of the mansion, with the corners of his mouth outlined. He smiled and said to himself: "What a group of ignorant, fearless, and lovely people!"
Then, he shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that you are not the children of the times! Of course, I am not either, but I have much more than you!"
The middle-aged man's words carried the inherent arrogance of property owners. He closed the glass, turned around, and walked straight to the carved nanmu desk.
At this time, the desk was filled with all kinds of bonds, bills, and information from stock exchanges in Europe and America.
Relying on this information and bills, the middle-aged man can always make the right decision in the first place.
Information is always the most useful thing whether in the 19th century or in the 21st century.
Of course, the premise of all this is whether the information has corresponding timeliness. Once the information exceeds its optimal effectiveness, its role and value will be greatly reduced.
If the information exceeds its expiry date, it becomes worthless.
Thanks to the use of the large and convenient information management network operated by Rothschild, the timeliness of the Rothschild family's information is often known at the moment when the information itself is still in the process of dissemination.
Yes, the middle-aged man in front of me is Baron Lionel Rothschild, the helmsman of the London branch of Rothschild, who was later called the "financial ruler of the 19th century". It's hard to imagine this. Lionel Rothschild, who controls one-third of the capital of the Rothschild empire, has just celebrated his 40th birthday.
Lionel Rothschild looked at the bills piled up into a hill on the desk. He sat down and took out a bill from the bills and sighed.
"Bank of France" was clearly written on the note, and the amount of the note was 1 million francs.
This is a bearer certificate. With this certificate, Baron Lionel Rothschild can go to the Bank of France to exchange for an equal amount of gold francs.
However, that was only before the revolution. After the revolution, everything changed. The provisional government began to restrict the exchange of its certificates. The panic caused by the political turmoil spread to the entire Paris. Everyone was desperately trying to The certificates were exchanged for equivalent gold francs.
After all, God knows which day the Bank of France may go bankrupt. The disorder brought about by the revolution made the credibility of all banks in Paris become in jeopardy overnight. Even the Rothschild Bank faced the risk of being run.
At this period, the index certificates were almost turning into a pile of useless waste paper, and even Rothschild, who was said to have the Midas touch to gold, had no way to do it.
London, Paris, and Frankfurt, the three branches that supported the Rothschild family, all suffered heavy losses to varying degrees from 1847 to 1848.
"Dong dong dong"
There was a dull knock on the valuable carved nanmu door, which pulled Lionel Rothschild, who was deep in thought, from the realm of thinking to reality.
Lionel Rothschild put down the note, put his hands on the desk and said in a deep voice: "Come in!"
This voice was flat, indifferent, and seemed to have a magical power that controlled the world.
The door opened, and the old man responsible for delivering the news appeared in front of the study door.
"Master!" The old man came to salute Baron Lionel Rothschild.
"Well!" Lionel Rothschild raised his eyelids slightly and asked in a calm and indifferent tone: "What do you do when you do what I asked you to do?"
"Master!" the old man responded humbly: "Prince Jerome Bonaparte is not at home. I have already given the invitation letter to Prince Jerome Bonaparte's entourage. Jerome Bonaparte must be I am very happy to receive the invitation from the master! After all, Jerome Bonaparte is only a prince in name only, and the Rothschild family that you belong to, master, is the well-deserved uncrowned king of London and even the whole of Europe, the Son of God!"
Faced with the butler's compliments, Lionel Rothschild still did not have any emotional fluctuations, because he knew that the reason why the old man tried his best to flatter him was just to find a place for his children and grandchildren to stay as a bank accountant. member.
Every bank bookkeeper of the Rothschild family is selected through various tests by the Rothschild family. They will have the opportunity to learn the inside story and management methods of a bank.
If you are talented, you can open a branch of your own independent of Rothschild Bank.
The power of finance gave Lionel Rothschild unparalleled power, allowing him to become a guest of various countries.
"Yeah! I know!" Lionel Rothschild responded.
The old man once again expressed his respect to Lionel Rothschild before closing the door and leaving.
Only Lionel Rothschild was left alone in the study again. Looking at the empty study, Lionel Rothschild murmured to himself: "Jérôme Bonaparte, are you as good as Your cousin is equally worthy of my investment!"
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"Are you really going to go alone?"
In the residence on King St. James Street, Pesini looked at Jerome Bonaparte who was preparing to set off and asked again.
"How could I not go to the invitation of Rothschild, the uncrowned king of Europe? Besides, can the Rothschild family eat me?" Jérôme Bonaparte half-jokingly said to Pesini .
"But..." Pesini was a little worried that the Rothschild family would be unfavorable to Jerome Bonaparte.
Jérôme Bonaparte patted Pesini on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry and wait for the news of my triumph! Maybe we will have an extra generous sponsor!"
Pesigny no longer tried to dissuade Jérôme Bonaparte, but this time it was Fleury who acted as coachman to deliver Jérôme Bonaparte.
Jerome Bonaparte arrived at the place mentioned in the invitation ten minutes before eight o'clock in the evening.
It was getting late now, and kerosene lamps were lit on both sides of the carriage and on the roadside.
The carriage slowly stopped on the side of the road, Fleury opened the door, and Jerome Bonaparte got out.
The door of the mansion slowly opened, and the butler who was responsible for delivering letters in the morning held up a lamp and went out to greet him.
"Your Highness, welcome to the Rothschild family!" The butler half-bowed to welcome Jerome's arrival.
