At about 9:30 a.m., the parliamentarians and the participants were almost there. Carlo also dressed up to attend the meeting, and waved to Lawrence, who was sitting next to Pauly, as he entered the door, indicating that his letter had been received.

Corsica has nine councillors, all of whom are representatives of their respective municipalities.

However, since Ajaccio has half of the population of Corsica, each of the four districts of Ajaccio has a councillor.

Before the meeting began, Lawrence also took the opportunity to look at this group that could influence the fate of Corsica.

The councillors from outside Ajaccio could tell from what they were chatting about, with the exception of Carlo, who were wealthy local farmers.

It is not surprising that the population of those cities was often only a few thousand people, and in Lawrence's eyes they were only large villages, and the elected representatives were naturally these farmers.

Ajaccio has three councillors who are wealthy businessmen or powerful people who live in Dongcheng District and have their own industries. There is no doubt that they all exerted their "influence" at the time of the election

Only the councillor from Xicheng District was very strange, only to see him with a stubble beard, and it seemed that he had not been groomed for a long time. The brown mantle on his body had been washed and white, and it was out of place with the costumed parliamentarians around him.

Especially in a venue like the parliament, he actually took out his cigar box and began to swallow the clouds, completely ignoring the movements of the people around him covering their faces and looking sideways.

Yet, for some reason, Lawrence still smelled a dangerous smell from him, like a poisonous snake in the gutter.

"I really don't know how the councillors are elected in places like Xicheng District."

Lawrence propped his head on, thinking wildly, waiting for the council to begin.

Of course, while observing others, Lawrence also faintly became a small focus in the room.

This young man who has made a name for himself in Ajaccio has really done a lot of amazing things for them, especially the recent distribution of One-Eye's fortune to his subordinates, which has made many smart people vaguely see Lawrence's ambitions.

After all, spending money to buy people's hearts has to be rewarded.

What shocked many of the attendees even more was that Lawrence's seat today was next to Pauly, which was the most eye-catching position in the audience.

Many in the room took Lawrence as Pauly's right-hand man and put his name on the list of not to be provoked.

"By the way, I heard you've done another big thing on the patrol." Poly also heard people's whispers and took the opportunity to speak.

Lawrence coughed lightly twice and said:

"It's not a big deal, I happened to get a sum of money, and I just sent it out to boost morale."

Sitting on his seat, Paulie rolled his eyes and squinted at Lawrence, with three points of admiration and seven points of jealousy in his eyes, and said:

"Two thousand gold coins is not a small amount."

For this young man who has only been in Corsica for a month, Pauli can be described as both love and hate.

Fortunately, the current situation in Corsica is very critical, and Poly has to temporarily put away his jealousy and beating of Lawrence, hoping that Lawrence can use his abilities on the right path.

As for how Poly will treat himself after the situation stabilizes, Lawrence doesn't need to think about it and knows that it must be endless suppression and containment to ensure that Lawrence is pressed to death in his current position and cannot go any further.

Therefore, this crisis for Corsica is an opportunity that Lawrence must seize.

Lawrence laughed twice and sloppily to turn the conversation away. He knew that Paulie would not continue to care about his petty inconsistencies at such a time.

The hour hand of the Governor's Palace Bell Tower turned ten o'clock, and the low and melodious bell rang throughout Dongcheng District.

"Silence, silence."

The Bishop who is the Speaker of the House stands at the table and waves to signal that the meeting has begun.

The attendees tacitly stopped small talk and sat upright facing the bishop. Only the Westward District Councillor, who had attracted Lawrence's attention, was still lazily leaning back in his chair after extinguishing his cigar.

"Who is this person, should I say that he is eclectic, or is he presumptuous?"

Lawrence glanced at the councillor and thought strangely.

In front of each councillor were two thick books, the Greek version of the Bible on the black cover and the Corsican constitution on the white cover by Pauli.

According to the procedure, each participant was required to swear a biblical and constitutional oath that he would make reasonable use of the powers given to him by God and the law.

Lawrence was a staunch atheist, but he still went through the process in a pretending time, after all, in a time when church power was still entrenched, unbelievers were considered a sin.

"Ahem, let's start today's agenda." After taking the oath of the leader, the bishop cleared his throat and began to preside over the council:

"The first item... On the ownership of part of the pastures in the southern plains. ”

......

Although this was Lawrence's first important meeting, it didn't take long for him to feel sleepy.

In fact, the speeches of these parliamentarians are all old-fashioned clichés, and everyone speaks so incessantly that one has to wonder how their constituents are putting up with it.

The issues discussed seemed to Lawrence to be trivial, and there was even a bill about two sons fighting over their father's inheritance, which left the farmer councillors arguing for an hour.

Several times Lawrence saw his brother, who was a lawyer, trying to give a legal opinion, but was completely silenced by the roar of a loud congresswoman.

Fortunately, there are still people who think the same way as Lawrence, and several members of the Ajaccio parliamentarians are apparently not concerned about these country chores, and have abstained from voting on several bills.

The elderly bishop almost fell asleep standing up, until the clock struck 12 o'clock at noon, when the bishop woke up, interrupted a member of the councillor who was speaking at length, and adjourned the meeting for the second half at 2 p.m.

Lawrence glanced at the agenda, the agenda of the second half was basically related to Ajaccio, and there was an extremely important proposal for the withdrawal of troops from the north, it seemed that it would not be so boring.

Governor Pauli, who was beside him, sighed slightly, as the leader of Corsica, even these messy and small bills had to be paid attention to, and it was quite a matter of effort just to listen attentively to these nonsense.

"Ugh."

Lawrence sighed in disguised sorrow.

"Huh? What's wrong with Lawrence? Paulie asked, turning his head.

"Suddenly I felt a little emotional, Lord Governor." Lawrence shook his head, his face full of sorrow, and said:

"I realized that these nine councillors present were the ones who would decide the fate of Corsica."

Paulie frowned, not understanding what Lawrence meant, and said, "Is there a problem?" ”

"Of course there is no problem." Lawrence waved his hand exaggeratedly, then held his forehead and sighed, saying:

"They're all good, just... In this group, there are no diplomats, no economists, no soldiers, no philosophers, no scholars, no workers. A few self-proclaimed farmers and a few mercenary businessmen have decided the fate of our country. ”

Paulie was silent, as sophisticated as he was, and now understood exactly what Lawrence was trying to say, but he wouldn't say it on his own initiative.

Lawrence also knew Pauly's thoughts, so he said for him:

"Will the decisions made by these people really benefit Corsica?"

Paulie was silent for a while, until the auditorium had almost dispersed, and he still didn't speak.

Lawrence didn't rush or do anything else, just sat like that.

"But," Paulie finally spoke, in a low, but serious voice, "it's the people who call the shots." ”

"It's not really the people who call the shots."

Lawrence stared straight into Paulie's eyes and said word by word:

"When Corsica was occupied by the French, the merchants packed up their money and fled, the farmers would still own their land, but the people of Corsica would forever be slaves of the French! And these people will not be held responsible for this! They enjoy the power given to them by the people, but they do not do the slightest obligation to the people! ”

Paulie closed his eyes, as if he was tired, and seemed to be avoiding Lawrence's gaze, and after a long time, he spoke:

"Dear Lawrence, what the hell do you want to say?"

Lawrence clenched his fists and slammed it on the table:

"Governor, we can't let this Corsican ship leak from the top."