Stepping out of the cell where One-Eye was being held, Lawrence shook his head and put the matter about Ciro aside.

He couldn't think of a way to deal with Ciro for a while, and Ciro wanted to take revenge on someone with a prominent position like himself, and with his style of acting, he had to go through a period of careful layout.

The conflict between the two sides will not break out in a short time, and Lawrence has no choice but to patiently look for a turnaround for Ciro who is hiding in the shadows.

At that time, if he is really desperate, Lawrence can have the cheekiness to ask Governor Paulie for help. At this critical moment in Corsica's life, Paulie will not watch the death of Lawrence, the central figure of the plan.

In this case, Paulie, a shrewd political veteran, will inevitably put forward corresponding conditions, and at that time, the price to be paid will not be determined by Lawrence.

This feeling of surrendering one's fate to others is something that Lawrence does not like.

Lawrence walked into the hall of the station, and saw that there were especially many patrols in the hall today, and most of the soldiers of the patrol were almost there, watching something in a circle, and from time to time someone let out bursts of exclamation.

Seeing Lawrence coming up, a group of patrolmen hurriedly dodged away and gave way to Lawrence.

What everyone watched was a heavy oak box, which was open, and the most striking thing was the mountain of gold coins piled up in the box.

Lawrence nodded, this is what he just ordered, the gold coins taken from the place that One-Eye said, visually and the two thousand that One-Eye said should be almost the same.

Grab a handful from inside, it's enough for an ordinary patrolman's salary for a year, and it's no wonder that they have gathered around to have a good time.

It's just that they also understand that this huge amount of money belongs to Lawrence alone, and it is quite rare to be able to put it in the middle for them to look around.

Lawrence looked around, and the patrolmen were still staring at the wooden box, and even a young soldier, who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, did not notice that his saliva was running down the placket of his shirt.

At this time, old Sean also came up from the dungeon, and saw that everyone was still watching, so he hurriedly stepped forward and flattered Lawrence:

"What are you looking at here! This is the lawful property of Lord Bonaparte, scattered and scattered! ”

Old Sean's prestige in the team was not low, and everyone reluctantly took one last look at the pile of gold coins and prepared to disperse.

"Wait."

I saw Lawrence suddenly raise his voice and stop the people who were about to leave.

Old Sean was even more puzzled, there were two thousand gold coins here, enough to make the lowest poor man become a decent middle-class gentleman, what did this Bonaparte captain want to do.

"Brothers, to whom do you think this money goes?" Lawrence asked out loud.

The patrolmen froze in place, wondering which one Lawrence was playing, could it be a test of loyalty? So he replied vaguely:

"Of course, Lord Bonaparte."

"That's right, it's the property of an adult."

......

Lawrence stood patiently in place, urging each of them to give their answer, and of course, everyone's answer was the same: Master Bonaparte.

"You are wrong, my brethren."

Lawrence shouted in a stern and passionate voice, and then walked slowly between the crowds and said aloud:

"We are the great Corsican guards, the guards of countless peoples, the closest brothers to each other. How can there be a brother who does not share his wealth with each other, and how can there be a brother who does not share honor and disgrace with each other! Even if all of you voted to let me accept the windfall, I would not be able to take possession of it against my conscience! ”

Old Sean couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this, he didn't care about what Lawrence said, but the meaning of these words seemed to be to distribute the money to everyone.

"Two thousand gold coins! If I had this money, I would quit my job and go to Pisa for retirement, and go to the tavern every day to order three dancers to accompany me. Old Sean couldn't help but swallow, he couldn't believe that Lawrence would share this huge amount of money with everyone.

"Of course, in order to prevent the devil called greed from affecting the friendship of brothers, I will use my power as a prefect to dispose of this property."

Lawrence then said that he certainly wouldn't just split the huge sum of money equally among everyone:

"Therefore, I declare that each person's share will be added to your salary and will be paid continuously! As long as I'm your commander, this money will continue to be sent! And as long as I am your chief, we will share more and more wealth! ”

The patrolmen froze in place, their brains racing, two thousand gold coins divided among fifty people, each of whom could get a full forty gold coins, although it didn't seem like a lot, but Lawrence's words seemed to imply that there would be more wealth to be shared with them.

Of course, all this is premised on Lawrence still being their commander.

Old Sean is worthy of being a human spirit, and he understands Lawrence's intentions as soon as his brain turns, as long as the money is still being distributed, Lawrence has an irreplaceable position in the team.

This is a naked envelope that attracts people's hearts, but no one will refuse to throw such a smash directly in the face.

I don't know who took the lead and shouted:

"Glory to Bonaparte!"

Soon, the soldiers looked at the young and promising commander with gratitude, and he not only turned the patrol from a street rat into a hero who received flowers and cheers, but also brought the most direct favor to himself.

Especially the visual impact of the mountain of gold coins in front of them: as long as Bonaparte is leading us, this is our wealth!

The same thought arose in everyone's heart:

Follow him!

Everyone couldn't help but follow and chant:

"Glory to Bonaparte!"

"Glory to Bonaparte!"

......

Lawrence then ordered Shaun Sr. to lock the box, seal it, and move it into the storage room on the fourth floor. The box can only be opened in front of everyone on payday.

After giving the order, Lawrence waved to the patrolmen and prepared to go home to enjoy Anna's elaborate dinner.

The excited soldiers followed Lawrence out of the station, singing in unison an old folk song praising the lord's wisdom, until Lawrence returned home, and the fanatical soldiers were still standing at the door and reciting the whole folk song before leaving.

Anna, who was lying on the balcony and watched the whole process, couldn't help but rub her little head in confusion and said:

"Oh my God, sir, did you invite them to drink? A group of big men singing and dancing. ”

Lawrence smiled and walked to the balcony, waved goodbye to the departing soldiers, and said to Anna:

"Sometimes, worship is something that makes people more fanatical than alcohol."

"Is it?" said Anna, with her head resting on her arm, tilting her head to look at Lawrence, earnestly:

"Looks like I don't need to drink anymore."

"Huh? Why? Lawrence was stunned for a moment.

Anna pursed her lips mischievously and smiled:

"Because I adore Mr."