Partie 2 : Elle est passée de vendeuse d'arachide à la plus grande Femme d'affaires de son Pays.

Look at this, the first of the Central Baccalaurea ends at Van Deus d'Arachide. I'm maybe Van Deus d'Arachide today, but tomorrow I'll be the largest merchant in this country. She explains the tyranny of her uncle Tao, the broken Diplom, and the obligation to sell each grain of Arachide before being able to go back. Mr. Dany, deeply shocked by this injustice, is still not passive. Without hesitation, he went out of his wallet and bought his entire stock of Arachide. Come back to Clara, but tomorrow, come back here, and above all, bring a kaié and a stilo. He orders Natil, with a duty of determination. From the land of tomorrow, a new routine, clandestine and excitant, without Stella. Mr. Dany, deeply shocked by his words, bought all Arachide's plate of Arachide, from the arrival of Clara. Once the merchant says he's listening in a symbolic way to satisfy the demands of the uncle Tao, he invites him to follow him discreetly. Clara, the broken heart, finally reached the door of the institution. She is directly in the great amphitheater, where Mr. Dany teaches finance and commercial rights. She has been taught in the past, her kaié opened, devouring each word, each concept, and each complex formula noted in the table. However, these cameras in front remain in the sun, Clara plunged into the mechanism of the world economy. She does not try to listen. She studies with a fervor that even the official students do not possess. Mr. Dany, fully assured his artistic course, I have sometimes a look at the bottom of the room, seeing this young woman griffoning frantically. Very quickly, he noticed that when the exchanges were informal after the courses, Clara posed questions of a rare pertinence. Her level started already to escalate, to surpass. The one of the students who registered at the University, proving that her mind had no loss of her superb. Realizing that the cadre of amphitheater was no longer enough to reach the knowledge of her protected knowledge, Mr. Dany began to give her private lessons. She found herself in calm corners, to deepen complex subjects. For Clara, this man became much more than a teacher. He was the father she had no longer, a protector who believed in her, against Van, and Maré. He pushed her to reflect on international commercial strategies. You as a donc, Clara. Do not let the obscurantism of your uncle be hindered by light, he repeated it often to encourage it at the time of doubt. One day, Mr. Dany talks about an exceptional opportunity. A national competition for a complete excellence in the University of China, specialized in commerce. It was a huge chance, but also a huge risk, vis-a, life of long-term success. Clara, EZITA, creating the reprisals, but Mr. Dany encouraged her with a paternal strength. She wrote quickly in secret, using the hours gained by the fast advent of these araxides to prepare themselves intensively. During weeks, she lived a double life, marching from araxides to the outside world, and future experts in international commerce, in the intimacy of her studies, with Dany. When the results of the competition fell, Clara's name was in the list. She had crossed the line for China. The joy was immediately entangled by the logistics of the departures. How to leave the country without that long the table is not perceived? Mr. Dany then takes charge of everything with an absolute discretion. He does not take administrative formalities, passport and avian bills, acting as a true legal tutor. She sees, in Clara, the success she had never offered to other talents, hidden by a retrograde vision of society. The day the departures finally arrive. Clara prepares her little sac in secret. The cachan under the skin of a single blade in her little chamber. She does not say anything to her uncle. Crenant who destroys her documents of travel. The morning of the flight, she leaves the house as usual, her plateau of araxides on the head to not reveal the subsides of the taos. She finds Mr. Dany at a point around you convinced. Here, she puts her plateau for the last time, in the middle of the bridge. The emotion is in her heart. Thank you for all my father, Muratel.