In the splendid main theater, as Laurence and Duke Aiguillon entered, the attention of all the guests was instantly focused on these two people.

Although almost none of the wealthy businessmen here have had the pleasure to see the Duke of Aiguillon in person, the clothes and family crest on the Duke still made these keen guests immediately aware of his distinguished status:

"That Duke...the red inverted triangle coat of arms on a white background...is he from the Richelieu family?"

"A Duke of the Richelieu family in his prime, you can't go wrong, he must be the Duke of Aiguillon."

"He actually came to this auction. His Excellency Bonaparte is really full of energy."

"Hiss...that's not right. Isn't His Excellency Bonaparte quite at odds with Duke Richelieu? As the heir to the family, Count Falcone was beaten into an eunuch by him. Why would Duke Aiguillon come to attend Bonaparte?"

Lord Ba’s auction.”

"That's right... Could it be that the Duke of Aiguillon came here to deliberately cause trouble? But in that case, why would Monsieur Bonaparte let him enter..."

"I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out."

...

Groups of whispers instantly echoed throughout the Paris Comedy Theater. The guests carefully observed the uninvited guest, the Duke of Aiguillon. Judging from his unkind and ferocious face, almost no one believed that the Duke was here.

To support Lawrence.

What made the guests even more curious and worried was how could His Excellency Bonaparte allow this sworn enemy to blatantly participate in his auction.

Lawrence, who was attracting the most attention, seemed not to hear these comments, and took Duke Aiguillon directly to a seat near the front row, and pointed to an empty seat for him:

"Please take your seat quickly, Your Excellency, the auction will begin soon."

The Duke of Aiguillon frowned and glanced at the sofa chair with great disgust. Ignoring the frightened expressions of the surrounding guests, he said in a cold voice:

"Monsieur Bonaparte, are you humiliating me? You want me to sit with these putrid-smelling moles?"

In this pampered Duke's understanding, only those lowly citizens would sit in the theater seats. No matter which theater he entered in France, he should have his own box. Sitting with these untouchables was simply the same.

Such a great shame and humiliation.

Several guests around heard this straightforward insult, but they dared not speak out in anger. They could only lower their heads timidly, for fear that the Duke would vent his anger on them.

Lawrence shrugged, pointed to the only box above the theater covered with a crimson curtain and said:

"I'm sorry, there are no free private rooms, please feel a little aggrieved."

"No more? Humph, here comes someone!" Duke Aiguillon curled his lips, waved to call one of his personal attendants, pointed to the box upstairs and ordered:

"Tell them that Duke Aiguillon of the Richelieu family is going to borrow their box and let them pack their things and get out in one minute."

"yes!"

The attendant responded without hesitation. This was not the first time he had done this.

But Lawrence had no intention of stopping him, he just crossed his hands on his chest and smiled as he watched the attendant climb up to the second floor with ease.

The Duke of Aiguillon looked at his subordinate with pride, watching him swaggeringly lift the curtain and burst into the box, just like a commanding tax official inspecting his tax concession area.

In his past experience, the middle class or small aristocrats in the box would quickly roll out humbly and respectfully invite themselves into the box. Some of the brighter ones would even take the opportunity to say a few words.

A flattering word, indicating that it was their greatest honor for the great Duke Aiguillon to use their box.

The guests in the theater couldn't help but look at the arrogant attendant with complicated expressions, and they all sighed that he was indeed a noble duke. Not everyone can have such privileges and power.

When the Duke of Aiguillon listened to the guests' comments that were mixed with envy and fear, he couldn't help but have a proud smile on his lips.

However, in the next second, the smile on Duke Aiguillon's face completely froze.

Less than twenty seconds after the attendant entered, he was pushed and beaten out by the people inside, without even leaving any sympathy.

And because the attendant was running away in such a hurry, his footing was unstable and he rolled all the way from the second floor to the first floor. After he got up, he was still swaying, like a drunkard who couldn't even tell the difference between east, west and north.

Cleared.

Seeing the embarrassment of the attendant and the dumbfounded expression of Duke Aiguillon, I don't know which guest was the first to not hold back and couldn't help laughing twice.

This joy soon spread to the entire theater. For a time, the whole theater was filled with a happy atmosphere. Those who didn't know it thought an improvisational comedy was being staged here:

"Hahaha, I really didn't expect to see that expression on a duke's face. Have you seen it? The speed of the face change, hahaha!"

"I really wish there was a painter here, it would be great if I could record that scene."

"But who is in the box upstairs? There will probably be no good consequences for offending the Duke of Aiguillon like this."

"Who knows, they are probably the richest bankers. I don't know how they had the confidence to throw out the Duke of Aiguillon's attendants."

Being treated as amusement, Duke Aiguillon immediately felt a surge of anger in his heart. He stepped forward in two steps, grabbed the attendant's ears and roared:

"You loser! Didn't I ask you to tell me my name?"

The sharp pain in his ears immediately made the attendant grin, and he could only respond without tears:

"I... Your Majesty the Duke, I said, I will tell them when I go in, the Duke Aiguillon asked them to get out immediately, and then..."

"What did you say?!"

Duke Aiguillon laughed angrily, let go of the attendant, and looked at the box upstairs with a ferocious expression:

"Okay, I really admire those people who dared me to accept this great shame and humiliation. I think they were fooled by just a few silver coins in their pockets, thinking that they could run rampant in France if they had money? I would give it to them.

Learn a lesson."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After saying that, the Duke of Aiguillon was ready to go upstairs in person to give the rich businessmen in the box a good experience and let them kneel before him.

Crying for mercy in front of the boots.

"That's all, Your Excellency the Duke." Lawrence then took action to hold Duke Aiguillon's shoulders, shook his head and said:

"You'd better sit calmly. As the organizer of this auction, I don't want to see anyone making trouble here."

The Duke of Aiguillon let out a sharp breath and shook off Lawrence's hand. Then, he looked at Lawrence, then glared ferociously at the box upstairs, and said fiercely:

"I'm just treating you as a favor, Laurence Bonaparte. Well, after the auction is over, it won't be too late to deal with those rebellious idiots."

...

As the Duke of Aiguillon took his seat, the thick dark curtains on both sides of the theater were slowly pulled up, and the crystal lights on the stage also lit up simultaneously under the control of the mechanical ignition device.

The guests also focused their attention on the glamorous stage again, watching Lawrence walk out from behind the curtain again and stand solemnly in front of everyone.

"Good evening, kind-hearted gentlemen and ladies."

Lawrence bowed slightly and spoke skillfully:

"I am extremely honored to welcome you to the Comédie-de-France tonight to participate in this charity auction held for our compatriots in need; I am happy to see that even in this cold winter, Paris is never lacking.

Warm and beating heart..."

The Duke of Aiguillon, who was sitting at the table, was obviously disgusted by this hypocritical cliché. He wished he could go up and expose the true face of this brat who was just trying to gain fame.

However, the Duke of Aiguillon's reason told him that he had a better way to turn this auction into a disaster for the Corsican boy.

After a burst of thunderous applause, Lawrence officially announced the start of the auction and signaled the theater assistant to bring the first lot to the stage.

Soon, a beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure walked up with a beautiful officer's sword held in red silk. Then she raised the sword high and placed it under the light so that the guests could clearly see it.

Detail of a dagger with a gold sheath.

"This is the sword used by Lieutenant General Jacques Philippe in the Seven Years' War." Lawrence also explained in a loud voice:

"According to the general himself, this long sword accompanied him during his military journey on the Eastern Front for several years. The general also personally used this sword to slit the throats of twelve British guys; regardless of its commemorative significance,

, the sword itself is also an excellent sword, made by the most outstanding swordsmith in Vienna. It has no shortcomings except that the pure gold scabbard is slightly heavy, but I think it has a powerful new sword.

The owner will definitely not care about this small flaw."

The guests in the audience were immediately attracted. It must be said that an officer's sword from the former Austrian Marshal and current French Lieutenant General is undoubtedly an excellent collection and accessory for the men present, especially

It’s those hot-blooded young men:

"General Jacques Philippe's sword? It's really nice. I kind of want to bid on it."

"Well... the sword itself is worth a thousand livres, not to mention the sword used by General Philip."

"It's worth about five thousand livres. As long as it's less than this, I will definitely buy it."

The guests enthusiastically estimated the value of the lot and their wallets, ready to bid for such a rare collection.

After waiting for a moment, Lawrence announced:

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, there is no starting price for General Philip's sword. Let's start bidding now."

And just as Lawrence finished speaking, while all the guests were still hesitating about the quotation, a powerful but somewhat joking voice resounded throughout the theater:

"I'll pay you a hundred livres."

"One hundred? It's better not to shout, who is this?"

"That's right, one hundred livres can't even buy a sword hilt."

"Wait a minute...the person calling the price seems to be...!"

The guests subconsciously looked at the speaker, and were surprised to find that it was the Duke of Aiguillon who had just arrived at the auction.

The Duke of Aiguillon sat on his seat with his legs crossed, glanced at Lawrence as if provoking, and then scanned the other guests in the theater with his frightening eyes.

The guests who were planning to bid just now were stunned for a moment.
To be continued...