Although his eyes were about to pop out, Grosso still suppressed his desire for wealth. He also knew that he could only ask for what Lawrence gave him.

Yan couldn't help but stare directly at these boxes. The last time he saw such shocking wealth was the box of gold coins that Lawrence showed off at the patrol in Ajaccio.

There were more than a hundred boxes in front of him, and the livres in each box were much more valuable than the Corsican gold coins that day.

Lawrence stepped forward and patted Grosso, smiled and shook his head and said:

"Okay, this money is not ours, at least not this part."

"Ah?" Grosso's face suddenly fell, he scratched his head and asked:

"Isn't this sent by the banker? Isn't this part of the money he invested in the company? Why is it not ours?"

Lawrence also stepped forward and picked up a few livres to look at. The brand new coins looked like they had just been minted. They should have been brought directly from the mint by the bank as reserve funds.

"The Corsican government is not the only shareholder of the company." Lawrence threw the silver coins back into the box and said with a smile.

"Hiss...you mean...?"

Grosso glanced at the carts of silver coins, took a breath and said:

"Is this the king's share?"

"That's right."

"That's true...but why did you go out of your way to change it into cash?"

Grosso asked still puzzled:

"Wouldn't it be the same if you just mailed those deposit slips?"

Lawrence smiled, pointed at the six full carts in front of him and said:

"Normally, His Majesty the King would not care about these hundreds of thousands of livres. The wedding he bought for the Crown Prince and Crown Princess cost millions of livres. This money is only a drop in the bucket in the royal family."

"Yeah...that's right." Grosso said with a hint of understanding.

"So if I just send a few flimsy deposit slips, it won't attract the king's attention at all. Three hundred and seventy thousand is just a number to him."

Lawrence put his hand into the pile of silver coins and said slowly:

"But if the king saw this mountain of silver coins in person, such a visual impact would not be the same as those deposit slips."

This is why Lawrence went to Mr. Montmartre to exchange cash.

The Palace of Versailles can spend a quarter of France's fiscal revenue every year. If his more than 300,000 livres were just a bunch of numbers, they would not make any waves in front of Louis XV.

If you want to impress Louis XV, you still have to use some psychological tricks.

And once Louis XV recognized the value of the National Silver Company of Corsica, the situation of Justice Maupe and the Duke of Richelieu, who had been clamoring to suppress the National Silver Company, was not easy to say.

The old housekeeper came forward and reported respectfully to Lawrence:

"Your Excellency, the carriages have been prepared according to your instructions and are ready to go at any time."

"Well, has the letter sent to the newspaper arrived?" Lawrence nodded and asked.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It has been delivered. President Hailsen said that he fully understands what you meant, and your request will be reported in the newspaper tomorrow."

The old housekeeper lowered his head slightly and spoke clearly.

"Very well, Grosso, gather the precision shooters as escort, we will set off for Versailles immediately."

Lawrence closed the box in front of him and gave Grosso instructions in a deep voice.

Lawrence's trip to Versailles this time was not only to resolve Justice Maupe's accusation against him, but also for another important reason. That was to consolidate his relationship with Prince Louis.

Lawrence has not officially performed this duty since he became the First Chamberlain. In order not to leave any impression on others, Lawrence still has to spend some time with Crown Prince Louis.

"But... the best result would be to bring Prince Louis to Paris, which would be of great benefit both in the political and financial fields..."

Lawrence sat in a four-horse carriage with the Corsican flag and thought to himself.

...

Just as Lawrence's majestic carriage convoy set off, a man wrapped in a black trench coat anxiously got into the carriage and returned to the Palace of Justice on the Champs Elysées.

"Your Excellency!"

As soon as this man returned to the Palace of Justice, he eagerly opened the door of Justice Mopu's room and reported.

"What happened? What did Bonaparte do?"

Justice Maupp glanced at the man with a slightly displeased look and recognized him as a secretary he had just sent out to follow Lawrence.

"Yes... yes, he withdrew a large amount of money from the Bank of Commerce of France, and is now escorting the cash out of Paris. Apparently he is going to Versailles."

The secretary said rather urgently.

"To Versailles...?"

Justice Maupp was stunned for a moment. He did not know that the French royal family had a share in the Corsican National Silver Company, but he was very smart and quickly realized that something was wrong.

"Damn...Laurence Bonaparte, was that all an act at noon..."

Justice Mopu slammed his fist on the table, stood up angrily and shouted:
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