The revelry on the Paris Stock Exchange did not subside until two days later.

Investors who are not well capitalized are forced to turn their attention to other companies in the stock market, because the shares of the National Silver Company have risen to twice the issue price in the space of two days.

And the holders of the main funds, who are still tirelessly devouring the surplus of the stocks of silver companies in all countries.

As for the stocks of other companies in the market, they have also seen a general rise led by the strength of the National Silver Company.

Mining companies in particular, many hedge funds have poured large sums of money into these companies to avoid the slightest risk of the national silver company, and their stocks have risen by nearly 30%.

Regardless of how much money is earned, almost every investor who steps into the door of the stock exchange has gained a lot, and the entire financial market is thriving.

Everyone walking on the Exchange Square was beaming with confidence and joy, and their wallets were much richer than they had been in the past few days, even for the most incompetent investors.

Even in the dilapidated taverns and cafés of Paris, there are working class people who are talking loudly about the changes in the financial markets these days.

Although they don't know anything about the illusory and complicated financial market, the news that someone has become rich overnight has been reported in the newspapers in the past few days can't help but itch their hearts.

There are even quite a few workers and ordinary citizens who get together and put together their modest wealth to invest in the securities industry, hoping to make a fortune in this wave.

For Lawrence, the architect of this prosperity, however, he is less concerned with the subsequent changes in the financial markets.

After all, the cash flow of 10 million livres has already arrived.

And Lawrence will not have the idea of issuing new shares and selling its shares in the near future.

That would only undermine the positive market sentiment and make it look like Lawrence was here to make money in the financial markets.

...

Although this financial carnival gradually subsided, Crown Prince Louis was still excited.

"Hey, Lawrence, look, I'm mentioned in today's paper."

In the palace of Douilleri, Crown Prince Louis walked into Lawrence's room early in the morning with today's morning newspaper, and excitedly pointed to the report above and said:

"They say I'm the savior of the financial markets, and some people have suggested that they should erect a statue of me in Exchange Square, which I think is a good idea."

Lawrence casually took the newspaper and looked at it, many of which attributed the financial boom to the press conference of Crown Prince Louis.

Financial newspapers, in particular, called Crown Prince Louis the savior, praising his support for a liberal economy in their reports, and the flattery alone took up half of the page.

It is not surprising that, although these bourgeois-dominated newspapers often ridiculed and satirized the royal family, this time they benefited greatly from the statement of Crown Prince Louis, and naturally they did not hesitate to praise it.

As long as they can make a profit, flipping books and changing faces is simply commonplace for capitalists.

"Very reasonable, Your Highness, your excellent work has conquered those journalists."

Lawrence handed the newspaper back to Crown Prince Louis and smiled in affirmation.

"Hahaha, perhaha, maybe, but these newspapers are really weird."

Crown Prince Louis laughed smugly twice and said:

"A few days ago they attacked me, saying that I had come to Paris to destroy the entire financial world and to drag the French economy into a quagmire. As a result, I am a savior today, and some people even say that the results of my press conference are more remarkable than the results of the 10 years of work of the Chief Financial Officer."

"In a way, they're right, Your Highness." Lawrence narrowed his eyes and clapped loudly a few times, flattering in a manner that was not flattering.

Crown Prince Louis smiled proudly for a while, and then remembered something, and hurriedly said:

"Ah of course, Lawrence,

You planned this press conference, and you have a lot more credit than I do. I should give these newspapers a notice, but they can't let them miss your merits."

"Oh! Your Highness."

Lawrence shook his head again and again, and said sincerely:

"I've done a little bit of work, and if there's any credit for it, it should go to you, for I'm your loyal and humble servant, and I must not take the lead."

"My dear Lawrence, you are truly my best friend, the most loyal squire, the most powerful right-hand man."

Crown Prince Louis, who was not deeply involved in the world, thought that Lawrence had deliberately given all the credit to himself, and immediately grabbed Lawrence's right hand excitedly and said from the bottom of his heart:

"I don't know what I'm going to do without you!"

Although Crown Prince Louis was a little overjoyed by the praise in the newspapers, he still knew very well who was behind the reversal of his reputation and reputation.

In particular, Lawrence now attributes all the prosperity of the financial markets to himself, which moved Crown Prince Louis even more.

Of course, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would never have known in his life that the bad reputation he had when he first arrived in Paris was the result of Lawrence's single-handedly promoted.

"You've said it, Your Highness."

Lawrence smiled and shook his head, he knew that after this incident, his position in the heart of Crown Prince Louis was almost irreplaceable.

At this time, Crown Prince Louis suddenly noticed that Lawrence was also wearing a grand tuxedo in the room, so he asked curiously:

"Huh? Are you going to go out?"

"Yes, Your Highness, the Duke of Choiseul has invited me to his mansion to talk about something."

Lawrence nodded, and after thinking for a while, he decided to tell Crown Prince Louis about the attack on him by the Count of Falcone:

"As you may know, I was attacked the other day on my way to Versailles."

"Oh yes, I've heard of it." Crown Prince Louis's face became serious, and he said with a bow:

"Grandfather was very angry because of this. Now find out who instigated it?"

Lawrence spread his hands, made a very helpless expression, sighed and said:

"Unfortunately, the Royal Guard's investigation has yielded almost nothing."

Crown Prince Louis was puzzled and said:

"Still no results? Grandfather is so angry that the people of the Royal Guard are too incompetent, right?!"

"Oh, Your Highness, it's not that they can't find out, they just can't." Lawrence shook his head and whispered.

Crown Prince Louis was stunned for a moment, and asked urgently:

"Can't check? What do you mean...?"

Lawrence raised his head, stared straight into the eyes of Crown Prince Louis, and said in a deep voice:

"Although there is no evidence yet, this matter is inseparable from the Duke of Richelieu. And the one who directly ordered the attack ... If nothing else, it's Count Falcone."

"What?!"

Crown Prince Louis stared, although he was very dull to politics, but when he heard the name Count Falcone, he still reacted immediately, this must be Count Falcone's grudge against Lawrence, so he made such an irrational decision to attack.

And Crown Prince Louis will not forget that the reason why Lawrence made a feud with the Count of Falcone was to make a name for himself.

That is, in order to get ahead of himself, Lawrence not only engaged in a dangerous pistol duel, but also suffered a brutal and bloody attack.

Thinking of this, a sense of guilt suddenly rose in Crown Prince Louis's heart.

"That bastard! It's just lawless, how dare he do this!"

Crown Prince Louis glanced at Lawrence guiltily, and then exclaimed angrily:

"I'm going to write a letter to my grandfather now, and I must investigate it strictly!"

Lawrence hurriedly patted Crown Prince Louis on the shoulder, shook his head and said:

"Don't worry, Your Highness, such a letter will only disadvantage me even more

That's it."

After Louis XV received the letter from the crown prince, it was likely that Lawrence provoked the crown prince to write the letter, which would only give Louis XV a bad impression that Lawrence was using the crown prince.

Even when Louis XV ordered a thorough investigation of the Duke of Richelieu, Lawrence was skeptical that the investigation would have a final outcome.

After all, these days have passed, and the Duke of Richelieu must have cleared all the evidence, leaving no easy handles.

This is why Lawrence and the Duke of Choiseul have no expectations for collecting evidence, and can only try to fabricate evidence to frame the Duke of Richelieu.

And once the investigation is inconclusive, it will be confirmed that Lawrence used the crown prince to slander the Duke of Richelieu.

"More disadvantageous? This... Okay, but is that bastard going to get away with it like that?"

Although Crown Prince Louis didn't know why Lawrence said this, he still chose to believe it unconditionally, but gritted his teeth a little unwillingly and said.

"No, Your Highness, Duke Choiseul and I will find evidence of his evil."

Lawrence whispered:

"And then, you can personally guillotine Count Falcone."

"I see." Crown Prince Louis nodded twice and said solemnly.

Lawrence was also a little relieved when he saw this, and with the assistance of Crown Prince Louis, it would be much easier to give the final blow to Count Falcone and Duke Richelieu.

After all, the investigation between himself and the Duke of Choiseul was not an official investigation, and in order for the evidence to be convincing Louis XV, a suitable person had to present the evidence to Louis XV.

In addition, Lawrence's choice to disclose this matter to Crown Prince Louis in advance also has his own selfish intentions.

Because in this way, he can take advantage of Crown Prince Louis's guilt to bind him more intimately to himself.

Although such a method of moral kidnapping is disgraceful, politics itself is not a glorious thing, and Lawrence does not care.

...

After a brief packing of clothes, Lawrence left the Tuinleries Palace for the residence of the Duke of Choiseul.

Although Crown Prince Louis also showed a willingness to participate in the investigation, Lawrence declined his request in a tactful but firm tone.

Not to mention how much Crown Prince Louis can play in the investigation, if Louis XV had known about this, I am afraid that he would not have a good attitude towards Lawrence.

After all, Louis XV did not send the crown prince to Paris so that Lawrence and the Duke of Choiseul would use it as a political tool against the Duke of Richelieu.

Located on the left bank of the Seine, next to the Luxembourg Palace and its gardens, the residence of the Duke of Choiseul is a small manor house surrounded by high red walls.

As soon as Lawrence stepped out of the carriage, he was greeted by a servant at the door of the mansion, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

The servant led Lawrence into the mansion, but instead of immediately inviting him into the living room, he led him straight to the underground storage room of a small warehouse.

The storage room looked like it hadn't been used in a long time, and there was a thick layer of dirt everywhere, and there were even many messy footprints on the ground.

And in the depths of the storeroom, Lawrence also faintly heard the voice of the Duke of Choiseul:

"Damn it, he doesn't know anything!"

Lawrence narrowed his eyes and carefully walked around the debris piling up along the way in the dim light, heading into the depths.

After turning a corner, Lawrence met the Duke of Choiseul, where his younger brother, General Jacques Philippe.

In front of the two of them was a cell sealed with an iron bar, rusted and seemingly many years old.

In the cell was a man with a disheveled head, naked and in shackles, his head bowed and silent, his lips still trembling slightly.

"Ah, you're here Lawrence."

Duke Choiseul turned his head to look at him with a serious face

Lawrence said, and Jacques Philippe nodded to Lawrence.

"So, this is...?"

Lawrence asked, frowning, glancing at the man on the wall.

Lawrence was not surprised that there was such a hidden dungeon in the palace of the Duke of Choiseul, and many of the powerful had such facilities in their residences, which would be used to punish disobedient subordinates on weekdays, and occasionally to hold some shady figures.

"The King of Beggars, I'm lucky to have caught one alive."

The Duke of Choiseul glanced at the man in the prison and said with a gloomy face:

"But his predecessor was the one who ordered you to be killed, and the King of the Merggars has been missing for days. It must have been cleaned up by that old bastard Richelieu."

Lawrence nodded slightly, it seems that the Duke of Choiseul's action is also strong enough, and it only took three days to arrest the tyrant of the Paris underground world directly to his prison.

"Did he confess anything?"

Lawrence looked at the man in the prison and asked, the man had several striking blood marks on his body, and it seemed that he had been tortured to extract a confession.

"No, not at all."

The Duke of Choiseul shook his head and said helplessly:

"Coercion and temptation have been used, but he doesn't know anything, he doesn't even know the name of the last king of beggars."

Lawrence was not particularly disappointed, he didn't expect to dig up any information from this channel in the first place, so he casually said:

"Okay, but I'm surprised you captured the King of Blatches so quickly."

The Duke of Choiseul pursed his lips disdainfully, pointed to his brother Jacques Philippe and said:

"It was just a rabble, and Philippe transferred a battalion from the Paris City Defenses, and they surrendered before they could fire a few shots in the sewers. The rest were handed over to the police, and the leader was smuggled to me."

Lawrence listened as he took two steps and looked closely at the man in the cell, his breathing was very weak, only the slight heaving of his chest proved that he was still alive.

He didn't react to the conversation outside the fence, and he didn't even seem to have the energy to speak.

"I'm so depressed, I thought I could get something."

The Duke of Choiseul waved his hand irritably and said:

"Let's go up and talk, I'm going to suffocate here. As for this damn fellow, let him feed the rats here."

"No, Your Excellency."

Lawrence suddenly shook his head and said:

"I think I can spare his life."