"Lord Mopp... It seems that I can't sit still. ”

Lawrence looked at the complex in front of him, which occupied one-third of the entire Île de la Cité, and whispered.

Since the royal decree of Louis XV placed the procedure for the submission of Corsica to Justice Mopp, the two men have not formally discussed the matter.

In the original plan of Lord Mup and the Duke of Richelieu, as soon as they took this power over themselves, they would use it as a coercion to force Lawrence to assist them, or at least ask Lawrence to stay away from Duke Choiseul.

It's just that their plan obviously encountered an unexpected change:

At a dinner at the Palace of Versailles that day, Louis XV appointed Lawrence as the tax collector and the first chamberlain to the crown prince.

With the blessing of these two powers, Lawrence's position in Paris is naturally different from what it used to be, which also makes Justice Mup a lot more jealous of him, so he has not taken the initiative to come to the door.

However, it seems that His Excellency the Chancellor has read the Observer today and has also learned of the sensation in the Exchange Square, and it is clear that he can no longer sit idly by and watch the Corsican National Silver Company.

For Lawrence was holding in his hand a gilded invitation, written by Justice Mopp himself, in which he succinctly invited Lawrence to come to the Palace of Justice at once.

The invitation had only been delivered to the Champs-Élysées mansion this morning, and the ink had not even been completely dried when Lawrence received it.

"Then it's time to meet Your Excellency the Lord Chancellor for a while."

Lawrence glanced at the poster again and walked straight to the guard at the door.

...

The Palais de Justice, located in the heart of Paris, has long been a symbol of the kingdom's legal authority.

It is also home to the High Court of Justice, the highest appellate body of France, and the offices of the esteemed Chancellor Chancellor.

Although the Marquis de Mopp has broken with the High Court of Paris, he remains the undisputed supreme ruler here.

His office is located on the top floor of a splendid four-story building on the main axis of the Palace of Justice, which is also the main building of the Palace of Justice.

It offers a panoramic view of the north bank of the Seine, including the Louvre and Parc Saint-Jacques Tower, across the bank from the Palais de Justice, and not far from the Place Louis XV, which became better known after the Revolution as the Place de la Concorde.

But it's not every day that Justice Mopp is in the mood to stand in front of the window with a coffee and enjoy these views, as is today.

"Damn... What the hell did this Bonaparte do with that company..."

Justice Möpp sat behind his desk, his eyes fixed on the Daily Observer on his desk, even though he had read the front-page story no less than ten times.

At first, neither the Duke of Richelieu nor he paid attention to the so-called National Silver Company, and it was not until the news of Montmartre's investment in the National Silver Company came out some time ago that they felt that something was slightly wrong.

It's just that although these two people are politically sophisticated, they are obviously not so sensitive financially, so they don't pay special attention to this.

It wasn't until today's report came out that Justice Mopp, who learned of the shaking in Exchange Square, made up his mind that Lawrence could not be allowed to act so recklessly.

Dongdong.

A black-clothed official knocked on the door twice, then slowly pushed the door in, and whispered:

"Your Excellency, Lawrence Bonaparte, Governor of Corsica, has arrived."

"It's coming, huh, bring him in."

Lord Mup commanded, then crumpled the Daily Observer on his desk irritably and threw it into the garbage basket.

On the other side, Lawrence was unhurriedly pacing the sprawling Palace of Justice.

The Palais des Justices is divided into three parts: the ancient Paris Concierge, which housed prisoners, a small Sainte-Chapelle, and the main building of the Palais de Justice, which houses the High Court of Paris and Justice Mup.

Lawrence also met here a number of bureaucrats who served in the High Court of Paris, and they were basically court-uniformed nobles who inherited official positions from their own fathers.

These courtly nobles were quite respectful and enthusiastic towards Lawrence, after all, they were loyal allies of the Duke of Choiseul, and they regarded Lawrence as their own.

After taking a look around the entire Palace of Justice, Lawrence was led to Justice Mopp's office under the guidance of the leading officer.

The official who led the way slowly pushed open a four-meter-wide door for Lawrence, and then respectfully stood outside the door, while Lawrence walked straight into the office.

The whole room was spacious and bright, even a little empty because it was too spacious.

The floor was covered with a fine Ottoman carpet, the red silk curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows were pulled aside and hooked with silver hooks, and all the furniture was made of the same gray and black wood, and it seemed that the craftsman was the same person.

There was only one man in a silver wig in the room besides Lawrence, who sat behind his desk, looked at Lawrence with a serious face, and was silent for a word.

Undoubtedly, this is the Marquis de Mopp, Justice of France.

Historically, after the fall of the Duke of Choiseul in 1770, he succeeded the First Chancellor of France.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency."

Lawrence smiled and greeted Justice Mopp, sitting down at his desk.

Justice Mopp took a shallow breath, squeezed out a smile and looked at Lawrence and said:

"Your Excellency Bonaparte, welcome. I hope you like the style of this room, and if you are not satisfied, you can tell me directly, after all, we are going to spend a lot of time together. ”

Lawrence leaned back in his chair relaxedly, spread his hands, and said:

"Thank you for putting so much effort into it, I'm very happy here."

"That's good... In that case, I won't talk nonsense. ”

Justice Mopp's expression became more serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"I am sure you remember the royal decree of His Majesty that all the treaties and procedures concerning the submission of Corsica to His Majesty have been entrusted to me, and I hope that together we may complete this great treaty."

Lawrence nodded without changing his face, and said in a sincere tone:

"Of course, I look forward to working with you."

Lord Mapp was silent for a few seconds, did not speak, but stared closely at Lawrence's expression for a while, and only after he didn't see anything wrong did he breathe a sigh of relief, nodded and said:

"Very well, then before we get started, I have some digressions to talk to you about."

Hearing this, Lawrenceton's eyes narrowed slightly, and he knew that in politics, the so-called digressions were the real core of the text.

Justice Mopp is clearly going to make his conditions.

"Tell me." Lawrence chuckled and nodded.

Justice Mopp glanced at Lawrence and said in a deep voice:

"Now that you and the Duke of Choiseul no longer have official dealings, I suggest you reconsider your position."

The smile on Lawrence's face faded, and then he rubbed his forehead and said softly:

"That's pretty straightforward."

As for Justice Mopp's request, Lawrence could have guessed before he came to the Palace of Justice that of course he would not accept Justice Mopp's request and solicitation.

"It's just the two of us here, Lord Bonaparte, and I think you can be more straightforward."

Justice Mopp said as he licked his lips and looked at Lawrence.

Lawrence turned his head slightly to scan the office, then shook his head and said:

"I know where I am, so I'm sorry I won't take your advice."

"Your Excellency Bonaparte..."

Justice Mopp propped his chin in his hands, and his tone was already a little unkind:

"I'm sure a shrewd and talented young man like you won't fail to see that the Duke of Choiseul is already at the end of his power. Since Madame de Pompadour's death, his status in the heart of His Majesty has been getting lower and lower. ”

Without waiting for Lawrence to reply, Justice Mopp added:

"You might say how powerful and powerful the Duke of Choiseul was... But that's all false, and his power comes from the king and ends with the king, all that is needed is a word from the king. ”

Justice Mopp's agitating words echoed through the empty room, and Lawrence's gaze at him couldn't help but become a little more serious.

"As the chief minister in history, he not only saw the predicament of Duke Choiseul, but even the way he fell."

Lawrence frowned slightly and glanced at Justice Mopp, and his opinion of him improved slightly.

Seeing that Lawrence did not speak, Justice Mopp continued to bewitch and said:

"And a young man like you, as long as you are in the right place... It won't be long before you'll have a place in Paris and the Palace of Versailles. The Duke of Choiseul's political legacy is richer than you might think, and yours is bound to be a part of it. ”

Lawrence still didn't reply, but he knew that Justice Mup was right.

Historically, from the fall of the Duke of Choiseul in 1770 to the accession of Louis XVI in 1774, the political landscape of France during the four years was known as the three-man politics, that is, three people divided the political legacy of the Duke of Choiseul.

They were: the Duke of Agillon, nephew of the Duke of Richelieu, who served as Minister of Foreign Affairs; Lord Justice Mopp, who is the Chief Minister; and Joseph Marie Tyre, who served as Minister for Finance.

In this, the Duke of Agilon is equivalent to the representative of the Duke of Richelieu, and the Minister of Finance, Tyre, is also supported by Justice Mopp.

In other words, after the fall of the Duke of Choiseul, the Duke of Richelieu and Justice Mup were still in control of French politics.

If Lawrence does take over the recruitment of Justice Mup, perhaps the political landscape of these four years will become a four-man politics.

However, Lawrence knew that he had no reason to accept Justice Mopp's offer.

Not to mention that he has already formed a blood feud with the Duke of Richelieu, Crown Princess Marie and Crown Prince Louis will not be happy to see Lawrence and the Duke of Richelieu walking together, after all, it means that Lawrence is on the side of Madame du Barry.

Not to mention that Lawrence had the knowledge of the future, knowing that the so-called three-man politics only lasted for four years, and when Louis XVI came to power, all the three who were in charge of French politics were expelled and liquidated.

"Let's put the digression aside, Your Excellency."

Lawrence digressed the topic directly, and at the same time completely wrote his rejection on his face.

"You... Sir Bonaparte, have you thought about it? ”

Justice Mopp's voice was already very low, as if he was suppressing his anger.

"Of course, my thoughts are very clear. But you, Your Excellency, may wish to consider your position as well..."

Lawrence met Justice Mopp's stunned gaze and said aloud:

"Do you want to be a gunman for the Duke of Richelieu, or are you firmly on His Majesty's side..."

"Enough! Governor Bonaparte! ”

Justice Mapp directly waved Lawrence and whispered:

"Then let's do as you wish, and put the digression aside. Let's start with your Corsican National Silver Company. ”

Lawrence looked at Justice Mopp quietly, knowing that he had called him today for the business of the National Silver Company.

And since he has already rejected the offer, of course Justice Mopu will not leave any mercy.

"As far as I know, the operation of this company is covered by the terms of the treaty."

Justice Mopp said with an unkind face:

"I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to start doing business now before the treaty is signed?"

Lawrence did not rush to answer, but turned his head to look around in front of Justice Mopp, and suddenly asked:

"Have you seen the treaties that I have agreed to with the Duke of Choiseul?"

Justice Mopp's face became even more gloomy when he heard this, and he slowly shook his head and said:

"Hmph, what if I haven't seen it, there's no need to look at those waste papers. Now that I'm in charge of the drafting of the treaty, we have to start from scratch. ”

When Lawrence heard this, a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, it seemed that the Duke of Choiseul was still deliberately delaying time, and had not yet handed over the completed treaty to Lord Mopp.

Thinking about it this way, Justice Mopp must have no way of knowing the specific content of those transactions.

So, Lawrence deliberately put on an unwilling expression and said righteously:

"Your Excellency! The commercial operations of the Corsican National Silver Company are guaranteed by the Duke of Choiseul, and you can't just stop it. ”

Seeing Lawrence's unwilling expression, Justice Mopp finally felt a hint of pleasure, and said with a cold snort:

"Didn't you hear, it's all waste, and I'm asking you to stop that company until our treaty is officially signed."

"You...! Hiss... Well..."

Lawrence slammed the table in desperation and anger, opened his mouth but stopped talking, and after a long time sighed again and again:

"Okay, okay! You do have the authority to do so! Do you have anything else to say, if not, let me take my leave! ”

"Please, Lord Bonaparte, and remember to return the million you received."

Justice Mapp shook his head triumphantly and watched Lawrence leave the room in a rage, and then said to himself disdainfully:

"What a hairy boy who has not been deeply involved in the world..."

...

Of course, Justice Mopp wouldn't see it, and the corners of Lawrence's mouth, who left the room, couldn't help but rise a little.

Lawrence then went directly to the gates of the Palace of Justice, stretched out his hand to stop a public carriage, and commanded the coachman:

"Go to the Commerzle de France."

The coachman turned his head and asked cautiously:

"Which one to go to, sir? They have a lot of branches. ”

"Go to the one with the most money."