Bernie: the rich man or the poor man in lockdown

In Formula Oats, rumors claim that a wealthy and cruel man holds all the power. Bernie the Rich, capricious and quick-tempered, said to be past his prime, continues to impose his will, and it seems that no one can resist him.

Gérard Sans-Blé is Luthus's financier, but he is currently struggling with his own creditors, a situation that prevents him from releasing the funds intended for his team. Tata Monica holds the unique position of rector at Formula Oats. Her responsibilities are so consumed by the team's finances that she is now looking for drivers whose only asset is money, not skill. “Rich Bernie, you whining thief! Thief! Murderer! Assassin!” he shouts. ” You are a villain, a cunning villain! Oh, my God! I am finished! I am already dying, struck down by a madman who has broken my heart. Where can I run? Where can I not run? Has he run away? Ha! Finally, there he is!” (He grabs his own arm.)

“Give me back my money, scoundrel… It's me! I'm in trouble; beggars are asking me for alms.” GERARD WITHOUT MONEY begs: “Dear Bernie, listen to the complaints of a good lord who only wants to earn his daily bread… Will you give a little cabbage to end the famine that has been killing your subjects for too long?”

RICH BERNIE retorts: “He's at it again! My money, my bills! I'm being robbed! Thief! Someone is stealing my money! It's over, I'm dead; take me to the grave!” “

AUNT MONICA warns him: “If you don't give in, there will be bloodshed…” BERNIE THE RICH replies: “Ah! Another crook! Is there no one to help this poor old man?”

THE TACTICAL WOLF intervenes: “Yes, Bernie, I'm coming! At Merci l'Abbesse, we never mourn a penniless man in distress; however, the great ones—those with power and gold—are our allies from morning to night.”

ARCHBISHOP DIETRICH adds: “Although the Strategist is my great enemy, I have no complaints and feel strengthened. ” BERNIE THE RICH declares: “My friends, I love you! I embrace you! You will understand the madness of this absurdity and the brutal honesty of those who truly believed that I was acting in good faith. Come, my children! You are poor! A good Christian should weep for you and help you out of charity; yet the man before whom you bow has always preferred his cake to the cross, always eager to see his debts paid, even if it means enduring famine. He wants nothing more than to keep his money, even if the sky falls, even if it costs a hundred rupees to save them. He would rather die rich than live honorably without his golden calf.”