Salomon Rothschild was just as displeased. To be honest, people rarely treated him with such disdain.
When Prince Metternich was still around, at least no Austrian official dared oppose him openly.
Yet now Salomon had no choice but to bow once more to this Hungarian whose name he had never even heard.
"Mr. Laglo, I suspect this is a despicable Austrian plot."
"Are you afraid?"
Laglo mocked him again without the slightest attempt to hide it.
Salomon was at a loss for words, but before he could speak, Laglo Sandor spoke again.
"What do you want?"
"Let's wait a little longer." This time, Salomon still couldn't finish his sentence before the Hungarian envoy interrupted him again.
"You can wait! Great Hungary can't!"
Salomon took a deep breath to calm himself.
Laglo Sandor patted Salomon on the shoulder.
"Mr. Solomon, the chance to become Hungarian doesn't come often, especially for someone like you.
Make good use of it."
Before becoming a Hungarian envoy, Laglo Sandor had been a primary school teacher, so he was accustomed to having the last word.
That might have worked in Hungary, where illiteracy was everywhere, but it clearly wouldn't do in Vienna.
The terms Laglo Sandor offered to win over Salomon Rothschild were outrageous: if he could organize an uprising, overthrow the Vienna government, and capture Ferdinand I alive, he would be granted the right to become Hungarian.
That was a far cry from what Lajos Kossuth had promised, but Salomon was still willing to put his faith in the latter.
Kossuth had promised Salomon a Hungarian ducal title. He had kept urging him to invest in Hungary's industry and told him that he would one day make him Hungary's finance minister. He had even said that Rothschild Bank could be granted the right to issue