As for the so-called National Silver Company itself, Mr. Montemar and Lord Merry didn't care at all. In their eyes, such a company would become a veritable junk stock even if it was listed on the market. They don't know why Governor Bonaparte is so obsessed with this.

A company that has not even been established yet.

After all, no investor in Paris would put their money thousands of miles away in the mountains of Corsica.

Just when Mr. Montemar felt a lot more relaxed, he heard Lawrence suddenly say:

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Montemar, speaking of company information, I have the most important one here, the inspection report of the Ajaccio silver mine."

With that said, Lawrence handed Mr. Montemar the report that Academician Geta had just given to him in the morning.

"Thank God, this really makes our supplementary work a lot easier."

Mr. Montemar took the report and thanked him casually, then threw the report directly to a financial analyst aside, indicating that he would review it.

As for Mr. Montemar himself, he was not interested in this report at all. In his opinion, this was just a small silver mine in a mountain valley. No matter how fancy the report was, it could not change its essence.

The financial analyst who received the report quickly read through it carefully. It could be seen that he seemed to have received an education in mineralogy. This should be the reason why Mr. Montmartre brought him here specially.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just as a few people were having a meaningless chat, the financial analyst suddenly screamed, covering his mouth and shouting in disbelief.

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"Oh my god, is this impossible?! This..."

Upon seeing this, Mr. Montemar quickly gave the employee a gentle slap on the back of the head and cursed mercilessly:

"What is the name of this damn thing?"

"I'm very sorry sir, but..."

The analyst hesitantly handed the report to Mr. Montemar and whispered:

"But this silver mine is simply incredible. Its proven reserves are almost five times that of the Lyon Silver Mine! Not to mention there are still unproven reserves."

"Seven times?!"

Upon hearing this, except for Lawrence, Academician Getta and Lavoisier, everyone present could not help but widen their eyes. Even the Duke of Choiseul did not believe that Corsica's silver mine reserves could reach

Seven times as much as the Lyon silver mines.

Mr. Montmartre, who was stunned on the spot, also ignored any etiquette and asked his analyst directly in front of Lawrence:

"Are you sure? There won't be any fraud, right?!"

"This... I don't see any falsification. There is no conflict between the data. And you can see that these signatures are all well-known geologists... Oh my god, I am a graduate student at the University of Paris.

The instructor even signed it!"

The analyst showed the last signature page to Mr. Montmartre and said with confidence.

After receiving the assurance from his subordinates, before Mr. Montmartre could recover from his shock, he quickly turned to look at Lawrence, took a breath and asked cautiously:

"Your Excellency Bonaparte, this silver mine... really has such reserves?"

"I think the report is very clear, and as you can see, this report has been certified by many well-known scholars. I have no reason to doubt it."

Lawrence shrugged and said.

Mr. Montemar couldn't help but swallowed. The contempt in his eyes immediately disappeared without a trace, replaced by greed visible to the naked eye, as if the report on the table was made of gold:

"A silver mine that has not yet been developed! There are still such amazing reserves. The investment in this will definitely make a profit!"

Lawrence, on the other hand, saw Mr. Montemar's greed in his eyes, shook his head and said silently in his heart:
Chapter completed!