Power in His Hands

In fact, every piece of furniture produced by Yiju Furniture Store came with a notice saying, "Please use in a well-ventilated area with the windows open," but practically everyone ignored it.

The footman then brought Gordmide a bottle of Paris Cola and a glass of wine.

Gordmide nodded to the footman, then deftly poured the drink from the glass bottle into his wineglass. A mass of bubbles immediately churned through the purplish-black wine.

This was also the latest, most fashionable way to drink wine among the Paris nobility. The soda made the wine sweeter, while the bubbles spread its aroma more quickly throughout the mouth. Even after drinking it, the wine's fragrance would make an "encore" with a burp, leaving a truly endless aftertaste.

However, limited soda production meant Paris Cola was currently sold only in France's major cities, so this way of drinking had yet to sweep across Europe.

As far as Gordmide knew, the price of Paris Cola in the United Kingdom had already been driven up to five shillings-more than six francs a bottle.

While he was engrossed in his sparkling wine, the doors to the meeting hall were pushed open again. A short, middle-aged man in a black silk jacket strode in, arrogance in his eyes.

Beside him walked a man with a pointed chin and a hooked nose.

Everyone in the room immediately rose and greeted the pair with bows. "Viscount Ford, you look very well."

"We've all been waiting for you, Viscount Ford."

"Isn't this Mr. Hope? It's been a long time."

Gordmide hurriedly bowed as well.

He had heard of both men, but this was his first time seeing them in person.

Leon Fuld was a French financial magnate of Jewish descent. He owned banks and transport companies, and was also the power