I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 951: Sheler's Travels Part
Scherer was greatly surprised. Although the suit was made of ordinary materials, it was obviously carefully designed and tailored, and was worth at least 3 to 5 florins, which is about 10 francs.

It is unbelievable that the French government actually requires that such a set of clothes be given to workers for free.

Was their king really sent by God to save the French?
Of course, Joseph was not out to “save the world.”

He originally included the clause requiring the provision of work clothes in the Labor Protection and Safety Act in order to support Lyon's textile industry.

Yes, all factories can receive government subsidies for free work clothes, 1 franc and 3 sous per set, but they must be custom-made in a French textile factory.

After that, textile factories in Lyon devoted their energy to careful design and tried to keep the price as low as possible in order to compete for this huge order.

In the end, because of the huge demand throughout France, the cost of the work clothes was very low, with a set selling for only 3 francs and 3 sous.

Moreover, the work clothes are not given to the workers. If they resign, they must be returned to the factory.

Therefore, for factories, the investment in customized work clothes is not that large, and it can also be used to win over workers and make them work more seriously, so they can accept this regulation.

At present, in big cities in France, in order to save money, most workers still wear work clothes even after get off work, which made Mrs. Scheherer mistakenly think that they were "fashion".

After getting off the "Qingkuai", the Scherer couple were reluctant to take the city bus, so they carried their luggage and asked along the way, and finally found their cousin's residence around three o'clock in the afternoon.

Baron Scheerer looked at the rather narrow two-story house in front of him and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

He whispered to his wife, "Elijah's life doesn't seem to be as rich as he said."

The latter nodded silently.

This house was far inferior to their homes in Vienna and would usually be chosen by minor clerks or small businessmen.

So it is very likely that cousin Elijah was bragging to them in his letter.

In other words, it would be difficult for him to come up with 1700 florins to lend them.

Baron Scheerer took a deep breath and thought, since he was already here, he might as well give it a try.

He went forward and knocked on the door. After a long while, there was a sound of someone coming down the stairs. Then a fat middle-aged man with small eyes and brown hair opened the door: "You are...ah, my dearest sister, and Labo! Why are you here just now?"

He hurriedly let the two into the house: "Old John is feeling a little unwell today, so he asked for leave. I was drinking upstairs just now. Ah, just leave the luggage to me."

As soon as Sheler walked into the door, he smelled a strong fragrance.

He turned around to look for the source of the fragrance and soon found a dozen wooden boxes with beautiful paper labels on them at the corner next to the stairs.

That's where the fragrance comes from.

"Hurry up and sit down. I'll go get you some wine." Elijah greeted them warmly. "Oh, Old John isn't here today. I guess I can only go out to buy dinner. Luckily there's a nice restaurant nearby..."

Mrs. Scherer asked in confusion, "Isn't Irene home?"

Irene is her cousin's wife.

"She went to the opera," Elijah's voice came from upstairs. "You know, I'm not interested in that."

"But you should go with her, right?" Mrs. Scheerer regretted it a little after she said that. This was probably because her cousin was short of money and couldn't afford two tickets, so he let his wife go alone.

Elijah came down with the wine and said nonchalantly, "She has someone to accompany her. Don't worry about it."

"Ah? Who is that man?" "That Viscount Jonathan. They get along well."

The Scherer couple looked at each other immediately, their faces full of embarrassment.

"Well, you just let them...ah, do whatever they want..."

"What's wrong with that?" Elijah smiled and poured them wine. "This is France, you have to get used to it. Oh, I also have my own Lady Igate."

Scherer quickly changed the subject: "I heard that you are in the cosmetics business now?"

"Yes." Elijah pointed to the boxes at the corner of the stairs, "That's it. Oh, I was worried about thieves, so I left all the goods at home."

Scherer's heart sank again.

My wife's brother's business only has such a small amount of goods, so he definitely won't make much money.

This trip is probably in vain.

Elijah suddenly asked, "By the way, how is Lucas's kid doing?"

Mrs. Scherer was eager to save her son, so she didn't have many concerns at the moment, so she said directly: "It's a crime of treason. But as long as you can pay 4 florins before April next year, you can save his life."

Elijah nodded solemnly: "Fortunately, it can be solved with money. How much money do you still need?"

Baron Scherer glanced at his wife, who pinched the corner of her clothes and said, "We have collected 1300 florins. But Rabo can find a job at a newspaper, and he should be able to save 200 florins in a year, so..."

Elijah did a quick calculation and said, “Don’t wait a year, it’s better to resolve Lucas’s issue as soon as possible.

"It just so happens that I received a payment of 4500 francs last week. I will go to the bank to withdraw it for you tomorrow."

Scherer was surprised that he actually agreed, and hurriedly added: "You really want to... lend us so much money?"

"Of course, my dear nephew is in danger."

Scherer took a deep breath and said, in accordance with the principles of a gentleman, "It may be a bit presumptuous of me to say this, but you don't seem to be well-off. If such a large sum of money affects your business..."

Elijah was startled for a moment, then waved his hand and smiled, "It's just over 4 francs, don't worry."

He pointed to the wooden boxes at the corner of the stairs and said, "Look, if these goods are shipped to Damascus, they can be sold for more than 1 francs."

"So many?!" Sheler gasped, "Are those filled with jewels?"

"Of course not. You know, I'm in the cosmetics business. Those are Angel Water from Paris Angels, and facial masks and the like. The ladies in Haussmann will snap them up like crazy."

Elijah patted his brother-in-law's shoulder comfortingly: "I am the second-level agent of 'Angel of Paris' in Damascus. I go there three or four times a year. The profit is more than 15%."

Scheerer did a quick calculation in his mind. According to what his wife's brother said, 4 francs was only his profit for one year.

He looked at Elijah in disbelief: “I didn’t expect your business to be so big.”

Mrs. Scherer immediately looked around the house and asked in confusion, "But why do you live in such a...simple house?"

Elijah smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This is a prosperous area in Reims, and the houses are very expensive. I bought this shabby house for 1 francs."

(End of this chapter)