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"Uh, okay, I understand, you are indeed..."

Lavoisier was stunned for a moment, and after understanding what Lawrence meant, he could only smile twice and nod.

After all, for Lawrence, he still has the survival of Corsica and the interests of tens of thousands of people on the island on his shoulders, but he does not have the conditions to be like a scholar like Lavoisier who ignores outside the world and concentrates on academics.

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For the benefit of Corsica, Lawrence did not hesitate to abandon the so-called scholar's ethics and adopt some shameful and despicable methods.

"But I still have to make it clear to you in advance."

After Lavoisier reached an agreement with Lawrence, he was still a little worried and reminded worriedly:

"Although I can try my best to help you with the academician recommendation and academic works, the final committee vote is not something I can influence. If it doesn't pass, all the previous efforts will be in vain."

"It doesn't matter. I will find a way to vote on my own. Even if it doesn't pass, I won't blame you."

Lawrence waved his hand in relief and said:

"As for the previous process, the joint recommendation of three academicians is no problem for you, right?"

"Oh sure, I'll take care of it."

Lavoisier patted his chest and assured confidently:

"I'll count on myself, and then I'll try my best to convince some of my friends, and my mentor, Mr. Geta Etienne, who will definitely help you. In fact, I'm going to see him soon."

"Gaeta Etienne..."

Lawrence searched the memory of Lavoisier's mentor in his mind, and finally remembered that he was a mineralogist who was well-known in the academic circle and society at that time. He was also an academician of the Royal Academy of Sciences.

Six years ago, Getart and Lavoisier collected and organized mineral information from all over France and drew the first detailed and clear map of France. This achievement also made Getard famous in Paris academic circles.

low status.

Although Geta did not make much waves in the history of history or science, Lawrence couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he heard the name:

For the National Silver Company, rather than using the influence of Lavoisier, who was not yet fully famous, it would be more appropriate to borrow the influence of Mr. Getard.

"Ah, the time spent communicating with you goes by so fast."

Lawrence turned his head and glanced at the clock on the wall, and said regretfully that they had been talking here for more than an hour. Of course, most of the time was spent by Lavoisier demonstrating his experimental process to Lawrence.

"Yes, I'm sorry to disturb you. It's time for me to leave. Mr. Getta is still waiting for me."

After hearing this, Lavoisier quickly glanced at the wall clock symbolically, then stood up sheepishly, bowed to Lawrence and said goodbye.

"Is it an emergency?"

Lawrence also stood up, patted Lavoisier on the shoulder, and asked caringly:

"Would you like me to ask the stable boy in the mansion to take you there?"

Lavoisier waved his hands repeatedly and said:

"Oh, you're too polite. It's not an urgent matter, it's just a club party. You know, no Parisian hates salons and parties."

"A party at the club? Sounds like fun."

Lawrence looked at Lavoisier with great interest and said:

"We don't have these things in Corsica, and I'd really like to see them."

"You want to attend too?"

Lavoisier looked at Lawrence in surprise, then thought carefully for a moment, and decided to agree to Lawrence's request.

There is naturally no problem in joining that club with Lawrence's status, and members of any club would welcome a high-status person like Lawrence to join. After all, this would also indirectly improve the status of the club.

In addition, Lavoisier was still a little worried about persuading his mentor Geta, so he decided to bring Lawrence to the club and let Lawrence communicate with Geta first, so that he would also be able to seek support from Geta.

Much easier.

"Great, I'm sure they'll be happy to see you."

Lavoisier said with some excitement.

Lawrence also smiled and nodded, and called the old butler to ask him to tell the stablemen to prepare the carriage.

...

The club Lavoisier was talking about is located in the Gobolan district, where most of the people living here are the city's middle class. Although the environment is not as good as the Champs Elysées, it can still be considered orderly.

There are hundreds of such clubs in Paris. Gentlemen are keen to wear decent clothes and wigs to attend such parties. This can not only expand their contacts, but is also an excellent way of entertainment.

When Lavoisier walked into the club with Lawrence, the party had obviously been going on for a while.

The room was filled with the aroma of wine, mixed with a bit of smoke. People gathered together in twos and threes, sitting lazily and relaxed on the sofa, talking and laughing with others.

The waiters stood nervously, observing each guest with keen eyes and trying to figure out their needs, ready to provide meticulous service at any time.

At this time, the waiter at the door suddenly shouted loudly:

"Gentlemen, please allow us to welcome the arrival of Mr. Lavoisier, academician of the Royal Academy of Sciences in Paris..."

Most of the attendees just glanced at the door and showed little interest in the late academician. Only a few scholars, including Geta, waved to the door and told Lavoisier that they were here.

"as well as..."

The welcoming waiter continued to shout:

"The Governor of the Republic of Corsica, His Excellency Laurence Bonaparte."

The conversation in the room almost disappeared with the voice of the welcoming waiter. People subconsciously stopped talking, turned their heads, and stared at the door.

Laurence Bonaparte? The Corsican governor who was close to the Duke of Choiseul?

People looked at Lawrence with some disbelief, wondering how this Monsignor Bonaparte could attend such a party that could only be called a middle-class party. He should definitely have appeared in the Duchess's salon.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, doubts remain doubts, the gathering in this room all understand how popular this Monsignor Bonaparte is.

They hurriedly sat up from the sofa, straightened their messy clothes and wigs, and then rushed to get in front of Lawrence, rushing to introduce themselves:

"What an honor, Your Excellency Bonaparte, I am the manager of the Bank of Commerce de France, Andrés Stravinsky, please accept my business card..."

"Your Excellency! I am the editor-in-chief of Paris Morning News, Arsino Paredes. This is my business card..."

"Please pick up, Monsignor Bonaparte! I am Lieutenant Feodor Otto, I serve in the Paris Mounted Police..."

...

Facing the swarming crowd, Lawrence could only keep smiling and nod to everyone who introduced himself, and then took the beautifully printed gold-gilded business cards from their hands, even though he already had a stack of them.

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"Oh, God."

Lavoisier, who had just been standing next to Lawrence, was instantly pushed to the corner by the crowd.

Looking at Lawrence surrounded by the crowd, Lavoisier could only sigh and smile bitterly. He had never been treated like this in this club for so long.

"Hey, Lavoisier, you're finally here, what's going on?"

A strong man with a big beard came forward, patted Lavoisier on the back hard, and asked with fiery eyes.

"Mr. Getta."

Lavoisier looked back at his mentor, pointed helplessly at Lawrence who was swallowed up by the crowd, lowered his head, and said apologetically:

"I went to meet with His Excellency Bonaparte today. He also wanted to attend this party, so I brought him here. I'm sorry, but I didn't expect that Your Excellency Bonaparte would be so... in demand."

"Oh no no no, you don't have to apologize, young Lavoisier."

Mr. Getta excitedly put his arms around Lavoisier's shoulders, but stared at Lawrence in the center of the crowd, and said excitedly:

"Do you remember what I told you before, what is the most important thing about exploring natural philosophy?"

"Uh... determination to pursue the truth?" Lavoisier said tentatively.

"Determination is of course important. But the most important thing..."

Geta looked at Lawrence and couldn't help but licked his lips and said:

"It's still money. We are different from those philosophers of the French Institute. They only need to hold large volumes of books and watch the night. We have to be busy with various experiments day by day. Those raw materials and equipment are expensive.

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Lavoisier frowned and said hesitantly:

"Don't we have the sponsorship of the Royal Academy of Sciences?"

"Sponsorship...sponsorship only funds certain projects, and the money is not enough."

Mr. Gaitan waved his hands and said defensively.

Lavoisier glanced at his money-obsessed mentor, sighed, gave up arguing with him, and asked:

"So you want to...?"

"Hey, hey, this Lord Bonaparte must be a rich man. It would be great if he is willing to help us."

...

It took about ten minutes for Lawrence to finish dealing with the partygoers in front of him. At the same time, his pockets were stuffed with dozens of business cards from people from all walks of life.

Although the status of the guests attending this mid-level party is not very high, they are indeed the backbone of their respective industries. Lawrence may need to contact them under certain circumstances, so Lawrence is very interested in these business cards in his pocket.

Or decided to keep it properly.

After the entertainment, Lawrence found Lavoisier in the corner of the room, chatting casually with Getart and several other scholars.

Seeing that Lawrence's side was finally over, Lavoisier also stood up and took the initiative to introduce:

"Your Excellency Bonaparte, this is my mentor, Geta Etienne, and these are my colleagues. I will not introduce them one by one."
To be continued...