"Uh... The one with the most money? ”

The coachman gave Lawrence a strange look.

If it weren't for the swaggering out of the Palace of Justice, the coachman would have thought it was a thug who was going to rob a bank.

However, the coachman was still very familiar and did not say much, and hurriedly drove the horses up the street, after all, judging from Lawrence's dress, he must be a person who is either rich or noble.

...

After a journey of more than twenty minutes, the coachman drove the carriage to a building just three hundred yards from Exchange Square.

"Sir, here we are, the headquarters of the Comécéle Française."

After stopping the carriage, the coachman turned his head respectfully.

Lawrence didn't talk nonsense, nodded slightly, and then threw him a few Livers of silver, and then jumped out of the carriage and walked quickly towards the bank.

The scale of this bank building is really not small, the four marble columns at the entrance alone are the thickness of three people, and the inner hall is also very luxuriously decorated.

Crystal chandeliers are inlaid with gold and silver, filled with fine jade wax even during the day, and ivory adorns the tables, chairs and counters, as if every object here is a sign of the bank's wealth.

To be able to own such a building in such a valuable location is also evident in the financial resources of Monsieur Martre.

But Lawrence doesn't care much about these lavish arrangements, which he sees as more peace of mind and confidence for savers than a display of wealth.

As soon as Lawrence stepped into the lobby of the bank, the smiling waiter immediately greeted him, bowed deeply, and asked:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Afternoon, do you need to handle any business?"

Lawrence waved his hand directly and said:

"Monsieur Montmartre is not here, I want to see him. If he's not there, he'll have someone who can take care of things. ”

The waiter was stunned for a moment, he had never seen such arrogance in this bank for so many years, so he frowned and said:

"I can serve you with any business you need, if you don't need it, please don't stay here."

Lawrence glanced at the waiter and asked:

"I want to withdraw the money, can you be responsible?"

The waiter puffed up his chest and said:

"Of course, how much do you want?"

"Three hundred and seventy-five thousand."

"What did you say...?"

The waiter was just about to take Lawrence forward, when he heard the number in his ear, and thought he was having auditory hallucinations, and asked with a frown:

"Three hundred seventy-five thousand...? Are you here to have fun? ”

"Thirty-five thousand livres, cash."

Lawrence calmly added:

"If you can't be responsible, call Monsieur Montmartre and tell him that Lawrence Bonaparte is here waiting for him."

"You... You, you are Lord Bonaparte?! Sorry for me... I will then go and inform Monsieur Montmartre. ”

The waiter said in a panic, and then bowed deeply twice before running away as if he had been released.

...

Less than five minutes after the waiter had left, Monsieur Montmartre was seen trotting down the stairs with his fat body.

Judging from the unwiped cream on the corner of his mouth and the aroma of wine on his body, it is estimated that he was called down by Lawrence in the middle of lunch.

"Oh my God, Sir Bonaparte, why did you come suddenly, and you didn't say to me in advance hahaha, come on..."

Monsieur Montmartre trotted up to Lawrence, and said a little breathlessly:

"It's noisy here, please come with me to the VIP room."

The two moved to a VIP room in the corner of the bank, where Monsieur Montmartre himself took a bottle of sherry from the counter and poured half a glass for himself and Lawrence.

"Ahem... Well, I heard you're coming to withdraw money...? ”

After Mr. Montmartre had finished pouring his wine, he quickly sat down on the sofa and looked at Lawrence nervously and anxiously.

Lawrence took a sip of the special sherry and nodded:

"Yes, three hundred and seventy-five thousand livres, cash is needed, and paper money is not accepted."

"It's... Lord Bonaparte..."

Monsieur Montmartre, with a look of embarrassment, wandered helplessly, and after a while said cautiously:

"It is also a little difficult for the Commerzbank de France to come up with such a large number of reserves at one time, which you may not know, and this will affect the bank's credit and operational stability."

"I understand your plight, Monsieur Montmartre."

Lawrence nodded approvingly.

After all, a bank is not a safe, and a bank needs to make a profit.

After depositors deposit their funds in banks, banks inevitably lend or invest them to make profits.

Banks will only set aside a small part of the funds to meet the daily withdrawal needs of customers, and this small part of the funds is the reserve.

Since reserves are only a small part of the customer's deposit, banks will limit those large withdrawals, and it is generally necessary to make appointments in advance to avoid affecting the bank's creditworthiness.

And Lawrence's sudden need to withdraw more than 300,000 cash risks causing major problems for the bank's operational stability.

If there is a shortage of reserves and depositors are unable to withdraw their deposits from the bank, then the depositors will not bother with the complicated economic principles, they will only think that there is a crisis in the bank, so they will rush to withdraw their deposits.

As a result, more and more people will join the ranks of the run, and the banks that were originally just a few of them will be completely bankrupt because of such a run.

If left unchecked, such a run could quickly spread from one bank to the entire banking sector, and could even lead to a financial crisis.

"Although I understand your difficulties, I still need this funding."

Before Monsieur Montmartre could be happy for a few seconds, Lawrence shook his head and said:

"But as compensation, I can give you a piece of news."

"Message?"

Monsieur Montmartre was only then interested, and it was certainly not a well-known thing that a person of Lawrence's level came into contact with, so he hurriedly asked:

"What are you talking about...?"

"In the next few days, there will be a general contraction in the securities sector in Paris, especially in the stock market."

Lawrence crossed his legs, and said directly without vanity and grievances:

"That is, a short-lived market."

As soon as Lawrence's words fell, Monsieur Montmartre's eyes could not help but light up, and he suddenly approached Lawrence and asked:

"Are you serious? Can I know the source? Oh my God, that's pretty big news. ”

For financiers, whether it is a short or long market, as long as they can know the trend of the market in advance, there must be room for profit.

"I don't want to reveal the source, but I can guarantee more than 90% accuracy." Lawrence shook his head and said:

"Now that you've been informed, then..."

"Ahh Yes. ”

Monsieur Montmartre hesitated, and now that he had received this precious news, he could only grit his teeth and say:

"I'll have this money ready for you, when do you need it?"

"The sooner the better, I will send you the corresponding deposit slip."

......

At about 2 p.m., Lawrence returned to his mansion on the Champs-Élysées.

As soon as he got home, Lawrence went into his study, and after a moment of contemplation, he wrote down a letter, and then counted the bearer deposit slips locked in the safe and gave them to the old butler of the mansion, and commanded:

"Send the deposit slips to Mr. Montmartre, and the letter to the daily newspaper Observer, and send someone to the newspaper Observer. Also, prepare the carriage of the mansion. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The old butler said competently, and then turned to do Lawrence's orders.

It took another hour or so for the Commerzbank de France staff to deliver the cash that Lawrence had asked for.

I saw six freight carriages neatly parked outside the mansion, each of which was piled with heavy oak boxes, and it was estimated that there were nearly a hundred wooden boxes here.

Even the gentlemen and ladies who lived on the Champs-Élysées had apparently never seen such a battle, and they all stopped curiously to watch.

And when they learned that the hundreds of wooden boxes were full of Liver, they were even more surprised to close their mouths, such a visual impact is very rare.

Even if some of them had no less assets than the silver coins in the more than 100 wooden boxes, they couldn't help but smack their tongues when they saw with their own eyes that were enough to pile up a mountain of silver coins.

"Damn, how many lifetimes can this money be spent."

Grosso casually opened a box, grabbed a large handful of silver coins from it, and let the silver coins slip from his fingers, swearing.

Despite the fact that his eyes were about to fall out, Grosso suppressed his desire for wealth, and he also knew that only what Lawrence gave himself was what he could want.

Yaan couldn't help but stare at the chests, the last time he saw such a shocking fortune was the box of gold coins that Lawrence showed off on the Ajaccio patrol.

There were more than a hundred chests in front of him, and the Livre in each box was worth a lot more than the Corsican gold coins of that day.

Lawrence stepped forward and patted Grosso, shook his head with a smile and said:

"Alright, the money isn't ours, at least not this part."

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

"Wasn't that sent by the banker? Isn't that part of the money he invested in the company? Why isn't it ours. ”

Lawrence also stepped forward to pick up a few Livers and looked at them, the new color looked like they had just been minted, and they should have been pulled by the bank directly from the mint as a reserve.

"The Corsican government is not the only shareholder of the company." Lawrence said with a smile as he tossed the silver back into the box.

"Shhhh You mean...? ”

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

"This is the king's share?"

"That's right."

"It's like... But why did you change it into cash? ”

Grosso asked, still puzzled:

"It's not the same if you send those deposit slips directly."

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

"His Majesty the King normally doesn't care about these hundreds of thousands of livres, and the wedding he bought for the crown prince and the crown princess cost millions of livres, which can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket in the royal family."

"Hmm... That's right. Grosso said as if he didn't understand.

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

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

"But if the king had seen the mountain of silver for himself, the visual impact would not have been that of the deposit slips."

That's why Lawrence went out of his way to go to Monsieur Montmartre to exchange cash.

The Palace of Versailles is a place that can spend a quarter of France's financial revenue every year, and if his more than 300,000 livres are just a string of numbers, he will not be able to 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 the two Justices Mopp and the Duke of Richelieu, who had been clamoring for the suppression of the National Silver Company, was not in a good position.

The old butler then came up and reported respectfully to Lawrence:

"Your Excellency, the carriage is ready to leave at any time according to your orders."

"Well, has the letter to the newspaper arrived?" Lawrence asked, nodding.

"It has been delivered, President Haytham said that he fully understands what you mean, and your request will be reported tomorrow."

The old butler bowed his head slightly and said clearly and clearly.

"Very well, Grosso, assemble the precision marksmen as escorts, and we will set off for Versailles at once."

Lawrence closed the box in front of him and whispered to Grosso.

And Lawrence's trip to Versailles this time has an important reason in addition to settling Justice Mope's targeting of himself. That is to strengthen the relationship with Crown Prince Louis.

Lawrence had not officially fulfilled this duty since he became the first chamberlain, and in order not to be tongue-in-cheek, Lawrence still had to stay with Crown Prince Louis for a while.

"But... The best outcome would be to bring Crown Prince Louis to Paris, which would be of great benefit both politically and financially..."

Lawrence sat in the troika with the Corsican flag on it and thought silently to himself.

...

And just as Lawrence's mighty caravan had set off, on the Champs-Élysées, a man wrapped in a black trench coat anxiously got into the carriage and returned to the Palace of Justice.

"Your Excellency!"

As soon as the man returned to the Palace of Justice, he eagerly pushed open the door of Justice Mopp's room and reported.

"What's the matter? What did that Bonaparte do? ”

Lord Mapp glanced at the man with a slight displeasure, recognizing that it was one of the secretaries he had sent out to follow Lawrence.

"It's... Yes, he had withdrawn a large sum of money from the Commenécle de France, and was now escorting the cash out of Paris, apparently on his way to Versailles. ”

The secretary said with great urgency.

"To Versailles...?"

Lord Mopp 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 still very quick to realize that something was wrong.

"Damn... Lawrence Bonaparte, is that set up at noon..."

Justice Mopp directly slammed his fist on the table, got up angrily and shouted:

"Get me the car now! I'm going to Versailles to meet His Majesty the King! ”