And while Lawrence was staying in the Tuileries Palace, he was drinking and chatting with Louis XV.
Located on the Île Saint-Louis in the center of the Seine, it is the command post of the Paris City Defense Forces.
However, this brick and stone building adjacent to the Seine is more like a splendid small palace than an army command post.
The building's courtyard even has a marble fountain and sculpture garden.
After all, the aristocratic generals and officers of the city defense force cannot accept to stay in the muddy suburban garrison with ordinary soldiers for a long time. They still have to stay in the city to attend parties and salons with music, singing and dancing.
This is partly because the Paris City Defense Force is considered the most leisurely organization in the entire military system.
The police and soldiers will handle all the trivial matters in Paris. As for serious situations that even the police force cannot handle, that kind of thing may only happen once in twenty years.
This is the heart of the entire Kingdom of France. Peace and stability are the norm in Paris.
For the senior officers of the city defense force, staying in this luxurious command post, drinking tea and reading newspapers is a true reflection of most of their working time. Many officers will not even go to the suburbs in person for a whole year.
Army garrison.
Even the top commander of the city defense forces, Lieutenant General Jacques Philippe, was no exception.
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"That boy Lawrence did a really good job in this matter."
Lieutenant General Jacques Philippe was half lying on the sofa leisurely, holding several morning newspapers issued this morning and reading them with gusto.
Although Lieutenant General Philip was one of the first people to know that Lawrence was going to hold a charity auction, he did not expect that Lawrence would invite His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to the scene, and also transfer most of this reputation to Crown Prince Louis.
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However, after carefully savoring Lawrence's approach, Lieutenant General Philip couldn't help but sigh that this young man's cautious and meticulous acting style was really completely inconsistent with his age.
At this time, there were two knocks at the door of the command room, neither light nor heavy.
I saw a lieutenant colonel adjutant knocking politely twice on the ajar door, and then walking into Lieutenant General Philip's office holding a stack of documents:
"General, there are some documents that require your approval."
Lieutenant General Philip then sat up and glanced at the two-foot-thick pile of documents with a headache.
Although the Paris city defense force is already free enough, Lieutenant General Philippe, as the supreme commander, still has to deal with this pile of tedious paperwork and administrative work.
The lieutenant colonel's adjutant seemed to be very familiar with Lieutenant General Philip. He put down the documents in his hand, then glanced at the newspaper in Lieutenant General Philip's hand, and joked with a smile:
"Ah, are you reading the news about that charity auction? It's really amazing. I dare say that most of Paris knows about it; I also saw your name in many newspapers. Reporters said that
Many of the collections in this auction were donated by you, and I even praised you."
"I don't really care about these false reputations."
Lieutenant General Philip stretched himself hard and stretched his muscles. Then he sat down at the desk, glanced helplessly at the pile of official documents, sighed and asked:
"Okay, which ones are signed directly and which ones need my approval and review?"
"These are the budget sheets for the procurement of the Military Supplies and Logistics Department. You need to review them personally. This one is the expansion plan for the camp. If you think there is no problem, you can sign it directly. The other ones are..."
The Lieutenant Colonel Adjutant explained skillfully to Lieutenant General Philip:
"Finally, this is a joint exercise plan sent by the Royal Guards. It needs your confirmation and signature."
"A joint exercise of the Royal Guards? Which army is it with this time?" Lieutenant General Philip glanced at the exercise plan book with interest and asked casually.
"Swiss Guard." The lieutenant colonel's adjutant pushed up the glasses on the tip of his nose and said skillfully:
"When His Majesty the King comes to Paris this time, he will be escorted by the Swiss Guard, and it is normal for him to conduct a joint exercise with us."
Lieutenant General Philip flipped through the exercise plan without putting on any airs, and joked very casually:
"Tsk, the Swiss, as long as the money comes in, they are more loyal than Scottish shepherds."
"I suggest you confirm this exercise plan first. The Royal Guards will need this document today." The lieutenant colonel's adjutant reminded thoughtfully.
After that, the lieutenant colonel's adjutant left Lieutenant General Jacques Philippe's command room without further interruption.
"Do you need this document today..."
As the Lieutenant Colonel's Adjutant gradually disappeared, Lieutenant General Jacques Philippe's expression gradually became serious. He looked at the documents in his hand and murmured to himself:
"Now that Laurence Bonaparte has started to take action, I can't hold him back. Let's start with this document."
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At four o'clock in the afternoon, in the public rest area of ​​the city defense force command post.
A group of officers gathered in the hall, smoking pipes, drinking wine, chatting and laughing, waiting for the end of working hours.
There was a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere in the hall, and even a major could sit with the general and laugh together at some upper-class gossip.
After all, in the Qingshui Yamen of the City Defense Force, the differences in military ranks and ranks are not so important. Anyway, the officers of the City Defense Force either came here specifically to develop their resumes, or they returned to Paris to work for retirement.
And while everyone was enjoying this leisurely afternoon, Lieutenant Colonel Philip's adjutant suddenly ran into the public rest area with an anxious look.
The lieutenant colonel looked around among the crowd, and then asked anxiously:
"Everyone, has anyone seen General Philip?"
All the officers looked at each other in confusion and shook their heads one after another. How could they know the whereabouts of the supreme commander at all times?
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! A major general in the crowd stood up and frowned at the lieutenant colonel. His name was Magny, the chief of staff of the Paris City Defense Force and the entire detachment.
Deputy Commander of the Force:
"What? There is something urgent and you need to see General Philip?"
"Yes, that's right, I'm very anxious." The lieutenant colonel's adjutant had no choice but to look at Major General Mani for help:
"We have a joint exercise with the Royal Guards. The Royal Guards are now asking us to provide a confirmed exercise plan, but I just went to look at Lieutenant General Philip's desk and found that he has not signed the exercise plan.
..Really, I clearly warned the general, but now I can’t even find his people.”
Upon hearing this, Major General Mani smiled and waved his hand:
"I thought it was a serious accident, just a small matter. I just signed for General Philip to confirm it. This kind of drill is not a big deal. It only happens once every few months."
"This...is not good." The lieutenant colonel seemed hesitant:
"That plan is supposed to require the approval of the Supreme Commander."
"Hey, Lieutenant General Philip is an easy-going person, you don't know that."
Major General Mani patted the Lieutenant Colonel Adjutant twice on the shoulder very generously and said confidently:
"He must be able to understand, and he is indeed not in the command post at this time. With Lieutenant General Philip's open-mindedness, he will not care about anything."
Listening to Major General Mani's words, even the officers subconsciously nodded in agreement.
In their impression, Lieutenant General Philippe was indeed a casual, forthright and easy-going general. Although he came from a prestigious family like Choiseul, he was always gentle and patient with his subordinates, and he was deeply loved for this.
The support of all military officers.
"Uh...well, I guess so."
The lieutenant colonel's adjutant carefully considered Lieutenant General Philip's character and seemed to feel that the easy-going general would not say much about the matter, so he agreed to Major General Mani's solution.
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This incident did not break the atmosphere of enjoyment and comfort among the officers. As Major General Mani handed over the signed exercise plan to the officers of the Royal Guard, everyone just pretended that nothing happened and continued their drinking and smoking.
tea party.
After half an hour of wasting time, the officers' work for the day came to an end.
They either return home to spend time with their wives and children, or they change into dresses and wigs without stopping and go to banquets and salons.
Just as everyone was packing up their belongings and waving goodbye to each other, a dull sound of footsteps suddenly sounded at the entrance to the public rest area.
And as the footsteps approached, it was Lieutenant General Jacques Philippe with a stern face and a completely unsmiling look.
He stood at the door of the hall with an indifferent expression, his eyes like sharp knives ruthlessly scanning the officers inside.
"Hey, General Philip, where were you this afternoon?"
"Did you go betting on horse racing again? Hahaha, you said you lost a lot of money last time."
"You couldn't have gone to the bathhouse, right? That's not a place for a family man like you to go, hahaha."
Several officers who were not good at observing words and expressions did not seem to realize what Lieutenant General Philip's expression meant, and they continued to joke with Lieutenant General Philip without any scruples as usual.
To be continued...