My dear Mr. Cavalcanti, Andre held the major’s arm in a sincere manner and said, "How much did you earn as my father?" The major wanted to talk, but Andre lowered his voice and continued to talk. I will set an example for you. You can rest assured that they will pay me 50,000 francs a year to be your son, so you can never deny that you are my father. The major looked around anxiously and you can rest assured that we are both talking in Italian.

Oh, so the major replied, they paid me 50 thousand francs
Monsieur Cavalcanti, Andre said, do you believe in fairy tales?
I didn’t believe them before, but I really feel I almost have to believe them now.
Then you should always count some evidence.
The major touched a handful of gold coins from his pocket. Do you think he said it was white?
So do you think I can believe the count’s promise?
Of course I believe.
Do you really believe that he will keep his promise to me?
Keep your word, but at the same time remember that we must continue to play our roles. I will be a loving father.
I am a filial piety, since they have chosen me as your offspring.
Who do you mean by them?
God knows I can’t come either, but I mean the writers. You got a letter, didn’t you?
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Who wrote it to you?
A priest named Busoni.
Do you know him?
No, I’ve never seen him.
What did he say in that letter?
Can you promise not to sell me?
You can rest assured that you are very white, and we share common interests.
So you have read it. So the major put a letter in the young man’s hand. Andrei whispered, You are poor and waiting for you is a bleak old age. Do you want to get rich? Do you want to rely on others to leave for Paris to find the Count of Monte Cristo at No.30 Champs Elysé es? Your son’s name is Andrei Cavalcanti, and you were abducted when you were five years old. You have to doubt that the person who wrote this letter is sincere. First, attach a ticket of 2,400 Tuscany francs to Florence. Qi bank cashed it and attached a letter of introduction from the Count of Monte Cristo, stating that I promised you to remember from him that it was seven o’clock in the evening of May 26th when you went to the Count.
Father Busoni has something.
What do you mean, said the major
I mean, I got a letter almost the same.
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Father Busoni wrote to me.
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Who’s so
An Englishman named Lord Wilma changed his name to Sinbad the sailor.
So you don’t know more about him than I do about Father Busoni?
You are wrong. I am better than you in that respect.
So you met him?
It was once.
Where to meet?
Ah, that’s exactly what I can’t tell you. If I tell you, you will be as white as me. I don’t want to do that.
What did the letter say?
Read it