Chapter 279: Public Opinion Offensive(1/2)
News of the bet between Laurence Bonaparte of Corsica and the Countess du Barry, the king's chief mistress, soon spread throughout the Palace of Versailles.
During the second half of the banquet, the topics discussed by the guests were almost inseparable from the bet between these two people.
Even in the palace, these nobles and ministers rarely see such a huge bet - one party bets on a diamond necklace worth two million livres, and the other party puts everyone's attention on it and has a bright future.
The position of First Attendant was gambled heavily into this gamble.
Some guests even had fun setting up their own gambling games during the discussion, using their bets to express their support for a certain party.
Although many guests expressed their hope to see His Excellency Bonaparte give that arrogant prostitute a small punishment through that public defense, in many such private gambling games, the odds of Laurence Bonaparte have exceeded
One to ten.
In the face of vital interests, these gamblers still chose rational minds. After all, no one would think that a twenty-year-old young man really has the ability to pass the assessment of the best scholars in France.
At this moment, the Countess Du Barry could hardly suppress her proud expression, and excitedly found the Duke of Richelieu's nephew, the Duke of Aiguillon, who was also the leader of the entire faction since the Duke of Richelieu was placed under house arrest.
"I can't believe that the Corsican would pull off such a stupid move."
Madame Du Barry clinked glasses with the Duke of Aiguillon vigorously and laughed sharply:
"I originally just wanted to undermine his prestige and let people see his true face of hypocrisy and abomination, but I didn't expect that he would take the initiative to show up."
"To be honest, I didn't expect it either." Duke Aiguillon's face was also extremely rosy. Like Madame Du Barry, he already regarded himself as the winner of this bet.
"I think he just wanted to bluff at the beginning and force me to apologize to him." Madame Du Barry proudly recounted the history of her victory:
"As it turned out, I didn't accept his trick at all. Since he asked for a public defense, let's do it. Hahaha, that Corsican must have been panicking to death when he couldn't get off the stage."
Duke Aiguillon laughed happily, took a sip of champagne and said:
"It's also possible that he is used to relying on the strength of others. He thinks that relying on the Duke of Choiseul will have nothing to worry about. He thinks that Choiseul's people can help him pass the assessment easily. Hehehehe, what a fool, if anyone else can do it now
If you dare to help him bribe members of the Academy of Sciences Committee, you are blatantly slapping His Majesty the King in the face."
"Hahaha such stupidity is very possible for a Corsican."
Madame Du Barry laughed up and down, and after a while she stopped smiling. She seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and asked seriously:
"What happens when Bonaparte loses this bet? Does he just lose his official position as first chamberlain?"
The arrogant and extravagant Madame Du Barry focused almost all her energy on jewelry and garden villas, and knew almost nothing about politics. She had to ask an old fox like the Duke of Aiguillon for such questions.
"No, madam, it's far more than that." Duke Aiguillon couldn't help laughing, as if he was talking about a bright future:
"Once Laurence Bonaparte loses his official position as first chamberlain, he will have no suitable reason to stay in Paris for a long time. The Duke of Choiseul will certainly not value him as much as before. Even His Majesty the King is very
Might think otherwise of this savage."
"But don't the Crown Prince have a very close personal relationship with him?" Madame Du Barry asked with some concern.
"Oh, my lady, although they have a good personal relationship, they have known each other for less than a year after all." Duke Aiguillon smiled nonchalantly:
"As long as Laurence Bonaparte cannot stay in Paris for a long time, this friendship will fade away, and the Prime Minister of this small country will be isolated and helpless, and we will have no more trouble with him than shooting a dying stag.
How many."
After hearing the words of the Duke of Aiguillon, Madame Du Barry felt relieved, and a touch of ferocity and viciousness appeared on her fair and tender cheeks:
"Great... Then I will hire someone to peel off his skin, then put him on the fire to roast, and finally throw him into the poison pool and drown him. I will definitely do what Jean Dubarry suffered."
Let that kid repay you twice as much."
Jean Du Barry was Madame Du Barry's biggest benefactor who enabled her to enter the upper class and even become the king's mistress. At the same time, he also held many of Madame Du Barry's secrets.
Although there is no substantial evidence, she knows that Jean Du Barry is still kidnapped and controlled by Lawrence and Choiseul's people. Just for this personal hatred, Madame Du Barry will never let him go.
Laurence Bonaparte, putting this Corsican to death was her biggest goal.
The Duke of Aiguillon grinned:
"Although it is a bit difficult to execute my wife according to your execution method, it is not impossible."
"Humph... Oh, by the way, I have to go find that damn financial director again and ask him to allocate funds to buy this necklace as soon as possible."
Madame Du Barry was rubbing the pure gold necklace set with twenty-two crystal diamonds on her chest, and she was in a good mood:
"Although Laurence Bonaparte is destined to not get this treasure, since it is a bet, he cannot not even pay the balance."
Duke Aiguillon nodded:
"I'll go with you, madam. The manager should be able to sell me some face. Moreover, even His Majesty the King has acted as a witness to this bet. He should not dare to delay the allocation for this necklace anymore."
...
Three days later, on the afternoon of December 21, Lawrence left Versailles and returned to No. 10 Champs Elysées.
Lawrence did not return to Paris immediately after the banquet to prepare for his academic defense. Instead, he stayed at the Palace of Versailles for two days to accompany Prince Louis to study the mechanical design of a new spring lock.
The two have not seen each other for several months, and they need time to reconnect with their close friendship. After all, the investment in the future king must be a sure profit.
Lieutenant General Jacques Philippe was extremely anxious, especially when he saw that Lawrence could discuss the mechanical design drawings with Prince Louis easily and freely, he felt that he was about to faint from the anger of this boy:
"Your Excellency Bonaparte, are you going to show the academicians of the Academy of Sciences how to make a new lock?"
Lawrence still looked calm and relaxed, not at all anxious about the upcoming public evaluation. Just a piece of the future scientific knowledge in his mind was enough to be regarded as an insight that transcended the times.
The only problem before us now is how to convince the academicians at the defense meeting. After all, if I tell the scholars of the 18th century about quantum mechanics and relativity that are too advanced, I am afraid that I will only be regarded as a sensationalist. Just a clown.
Regarding this issue, after two days of careful consideration, Lawrence gradually came up with a perfect plan.
Before leaving, Lawrence specially handed a set of detailed design drawings to Prince Louis and asked him to create some basic parts for him.
Crown Prince Louis is an excellent craftsman, and is even the best locksmith in France in history. In addition, his workshop is equipped with almost any material that can be produced in this era, and he can create those small parts. It couldn't be more appropriate.
If anyone outside the palace knew that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was being treated as a craftsman, they would definitely be surprised and unable to close their jaws.
However, Crown Prince Louis himself did not mind at all. In his view, this was just a small favor for his close friend, not to mention that Lawrence had even put his life in danger several times for himself.
...
"Then, Monsignor Bonaparte, we shall take our leave for the moment."
In front of the entrance hall of No. 10 Champs Elysées, Lieutenant General Jacques Philippe in the carriage looked at Lawrence seriously and said in a deep voice:
"I will pay attention to the developments at the Louvre for you, but I cannot exert any influence on the defense. I hope you are really sure."
Lawrence jumped out of the carriage, smiled and waved: "Please believe me, General, I won't do anything stupid like digging my own grave."
Lieutenant General Philippe said nothing more, just nodded his head twice, quickly closed the compartment door, and left the Champs Elysées amidst the crisp sound of horse hooves.
The old housekeeper of Mansion No. 10 soon noticed Lawrence's return, and immediately went out to greet him respectfully and anxiously:
"Your Excellency, you are back... That incident about you and Madame Du Barry at Versailles... is that true?"
"Ah, I made a bet with that woman." Lawrence walked slowly towards the mansion and asked as he walked:
"Why, has this matter spread all over Paris?"
The old housekeeper's brows frowned unconsciously, and he nodded in response:
"Yes, Your Excellency, almost everyone who cares about Versailles knows that you and Madame Du Barry are betting against each other... Such a large bet is rare, especially a bet with the king as a witness. "
"That's really good." Lawrence smiled slightly:
"The spotlight is the best place to perform."
"This..." The old butler's brows were full of worry. Even as a close confidant like him who stayed with Lawrence, he believed that Madame Du Barry could easily win the bet. After all, this Monsignor Bonaparte could easily win the bet. No scientific research was conducted at the mansion.
However, since the bet has been set up under the king's supervision, the old housekeeper can no longer dictate the master's decision-making. He can only sigh slightly and ask dutifully:
"You've had a hard journey, do you want to prepare afternoon tea for you?"
"No, no need..." Lawrence walked straight into the living room and sat down. After thinking for a moment, he ordered:
"I need to see two people now. One is President Hailsen of the Daily Observer, and the other is Academician Lavoisier of the French Academy of Sciences. Please send someone to fetch them."
"Yes, I'll go right away."
...
More than an hour later, President Hailsen arrived at the Champs Elysées first and hurried into the living room under the guidance of his servants.
This once down-and-out middle-aged editor now seems to be in a much better situation. He is wearing a well-tailored dress and a custom-made bowler hat on his head. Even his complexion is much more energetic than before, and the corners of his eyes are no longer bright.
Seeing haggard and worry, I can only feel the satisfaction I get from fulfilling my work.
Such changes are normal for President Hailsen. Previously, he was a down-and-out journalist who ran a small newspaper on the verge of bankruptcy and was heavily in debt. But now, his newspapers have appeared in the mailboxes of thousands of households.
To be continued...