"Leaking from the top... It's quite vivid. Paulie laughed twice, albeit more helplessly:

"But dear Lawrence, I'm only a captain, and I can't fix a ship."

Lawrence pursued him desperately, and he had to persuade Paulie to prepare for the worst as soon as possible, and be prepared to force it even if the council rejected the proposal to withdraw troops:

"No, Governor, you can, Corsica's army will not be at the mercy of the Parliament, as long as you..."

"By the way, Lawrence, it's your first time having lunch at the Governor's Palace, the grilled sea bass here is very good, remember to try it, turn right when the restaurant goes out, we'll see you in the afternoon."

Paulie stood up, interrupted Lawrence, and walked out of the auditorium without looking back.

Lawrence sat in his seat, watching Paulie's back disappear into the doorway, but he was not discouraged.

From Pauly's reaction, Lawrence could already see that his words definitely touched him, but they didn't reach the level of making up his mind.

Anyway, there was still a long meeting in the afternoon, and Lawrence was in no hurry to convince Pauly in just two hours in this halftime.

"Forget it, go try the grilled sea bass that Poly said, I hope there are still left."

Lawrence stood up and moved his muscles, and after sitting all morning, feeling like his bones were falling apart, he walked out of the auditorium door.

As soon as Lawrence walked out of the door, he saw a waiter in a vest next to him, who seemed to be waiting for him.

Sure enough, when Lawrence was out, the waiter hurriedly came forward and said:

"Sir, you have been invited to the garden."

"Garden?" Lawrence couldn't help frowning and asked, "Is it Carlo?" ”

Lawrence didn't think it would be a young lady who invited him, and besides, the only woman in the auditorium was the farmer's aunt with a sturdy figure.

"No, it's not Congressman Carlo, it's another Councillor, it's just a little dressed... The indecent one. The waiter bowed his head and replied.

Inappropriately dressed parliamentarians?

Lawrence immediately thought of the strangely and arrogant councillor from Xicheng just now. It's just that he doesn't know him, why would he send someone to invite him.

"However, from Xicheng District... It has something to do with the union. Lawrence touched his chin, and that was the only reason for thinking about it.

In a chaotic place like Xicheng District, only the trade union can support a councilor. However, what made Lawrence always a little puzzled was that, as a puppet, the Xicheng District councillor acted too arrogantly.

Moreover, the cold sense of danger in him is really not something that ordinary people can have.

Standing here and guessing for a day would not have yielded results, Lawrence decided to go to the garden to find out.

This is the Governor's Palace, and the union men are given ten dares, and they don't dare to attack Lawrence here.

Lawrence nodded to the waiter, and then led the way to the private garden of the Doge's Palace.

Although it is quite cold in the Mediterranean in January, there are still flowers in the garden, vanilla and orchid are numerous. Among them, a few larks are also deliberately free-range, and their calls are euphemistic and beautiful.

Lawrence was not in the mood to recognize the flowers, and after stepping over the rows of manicured shrubs, Lawrence finally found someone he had invited in the depths of the garden.

Sure enough, it was the councillor from Xicheng District.

"Mr. Lawrence Bonaparte, a great name for a long time."

The councillor turned and stared at Lawrence with a blank expression, holding out his right hand.

"We don't know each other."

Lawrence stood where he was, and instead of shaking his hand, he said with a frown.

Seeing that Lawrence did not stretch out his hand, the other party was neither angry nor embarrassed, slowly put his hand down, and looked at Lawrence carefully.

It's like a sculptor examining his work.

"No, actually, we all know each other's names." The councillor suddenly said:

"Introduce myself, my name is Ciro Russell, the chief of the dockers' union."

Ciro Russell?! The union's chief Ciro?!

The elusive shadow that makes one-eyed tremble?

Lawrence's pupils were shocked, and he subconsciously took a step back, and his right hand reached into his waist to draw a gun, and suddenly it occurred to him that weapons could not be carried in the Governor's Palace.

Thinking about it quickly, Lawrence took a deep breath and calmed down, knowing that Ciro wasn't going to do anything to himself here.

If the person in front of him is Ciro, then combined with the description of One-Eye, it can correspond to those strange behaviors in the morning.

I am afraid that the only person who can be elected as a councilor in Xicheng District is this Ciro Russell.

"What's the matter, Monsieur Bonaparte, how did we make such hostility when we had no grievances?"

Ciro asked pretending to be confused, from his expression to his tone, he looked like a really innocent ordinary councilor.

"No grievances? One-Eye, you're from your union, but he's trying to chop me down and throw me into the sea. Lawrence snorted coldly and said with a grim face.

"Ah, that's what happened. I'm sorry that I mismanaged the union. ”

Ciro said with regret:

"The union will be very supportive of the patrol and the subsequent court disposition of the one-eye, and will be willing to compensate you for your losses, Mr. Bonaparte."

Lawrence didn't speak, he didn't know what the hell this Ciro was up to.

Seeing that Lawrence was silent, Ciro continued:

"Other than that, there is no conflict between us. As for the members executed by Monsieur Bonaparte, they deserved it, and the trade unions were quite supportive of it. ”

Ciro's words were so sincere that even Lawrence felt for a moment that Ciro seemed to be a poor man who was guilty of his subordinates' mistakes.

But after a moment's thought, Lawrence immediately threw the idea out of his head. It was impossible for Ciro not to avenge One-Eye and the unionists, or his unshakable position in the union would be challenged.

"Of course, I have also heard rumors that there is a mutual relationship between the patrol and the union, and I am really saddened by this scandal, Monsieur Bonaparte, let us shake hands and make peace."

Ciro's tone became agitated, and he stretched out his right hand again, wanting to shake hands with Lawrence.

"I'm sorry, Chief Ciro, time is running out at half-time, I haven't had lunch yet, forgive me for missing me."

Lawrence ignored Ciro and left straight away after leaving the sentence.

Logically and formally, Lawrence did not believe that Ciro was sincere in seeking peace. If he really wanted to make peace with Lawrence, he would have said it in the Great Hall, before the members had left, and not in this secluded garden.

As for his purpose, he just wanted to let his guard down. This kind of low-level technique, even if Ciro has good acting skills, will not let Lawrence be fooled.

Just a few minutes after Lawrence left, the waiter went into the garden, came to Ciro, and asked:

"Lord Ciro, what's wrong?"

Ciro took out another cigar, trimmed it, lit it and put it in his mouth, and said nonchalantly:

"Anyway, it's just a test, if he agrees, it can only show that he is a fool who doesn't have a long brain, although there are not a few such fools who believe what others say."

"So, did he agree?" The subordinate asked.

"Yes." Ciro took a deep breath of his cigar, exhaled a smoke ring, and said:

"It seems to be a bit brainy, so at least it's a little bit more interesting. I don't want to calculate for a long time, only to find out that I am a fool. ”

The subordinate nodded and continued to ask, "Then what are we going to do next...?" ”

"Hmph" Ciro snorted disdainfully, snuffed out the cigar, threw it on the ground, and said:

"I have submitted a proposal to Parliament. Doesn't he like to send money, just let him send more. Doesn't he like to win over the masses, let him win over more. ”

In the second half of the afternoon, it seemed that the council was not calm.