Falling from the clouds into the mortal dust overnight was something ordinary people could hardly bear. At this moment, Alps Tarot Prison was packed with a whole crowd of the disheartened.
In the face of crisis, these impeccably dressed big shots were no better than ordinary people.
Even after being thrown into prison, many still refused to accept reality. Clamoring, cursing, threats, bribes... all manner of bizarre tricks paraded onto the stage in full makeup.
Leo Cohen was an exception. He crouched quietly in a corner, silently watching everyone put on their performance.
As one of the wealthiest men among the Jewish community—and indeed, in the entire world—Leo Cohen had seen much and weathered every kind of storm.
His ability to come this far and defeat so many competitors rested not only on ruthlessness, but even more on his keen judgment.
Before the Revolution of 1848 erupted, while the capitalists were enjoying their final carnival, Leo Cohen had already sensed danger and decisively chosen to lie low.
Even when managing the family business, he hid behind the scenes and directed it remotely. After the hoarding and profiteering scandal came to light, before the government could settle accounts after autumn, Leo Cohen had unhesitatingly severed his tail to survive, pushing out scapegoats to shoulder all the blame.
When the Vienna Government began settling accounts after autumn, Leo Cohen had secretly submitted evidence of his peers' crimes.
It was precisely by taking advantage of the gap left in the market after his peers fell that Leo Cohen shot to prominence, becoming one of Austria's largest retail wholesalers.
Then, following the standard playbook of capital, he took the company public to rake in money and cash out, before shifting into banking.
More precisely, usury. Leo Cohen's banks did not engage in ordinary commercial