The three-day Salon was a three-day exhibition in which Parisians visited the Palais des Industrie with the intention of joining in the fun, but after Garrian's encouraging lecture in the exhibition hall, the paintings were overcrowded.

This time, instead of looking at the paintings with a mocking attitude, the crowd looked at them with curiosity and awe. Carefully walk into the "Temple of Wahala," which symbolizes the people. ”

Garrian's "hype" has also attracted the eagerness of some small art dealers, who have the mentality of picking up bargains, hoping to pick out one or two pairs of potentially valuable fish from the paintings that no one cares about and are only suitable for rags, buy them at a low price, and wait until the right time to sell them at a high price. Of course, the luckiest of all was Courbet, who bought Masonry for a thousand francs.

In the eyes of others, Garion was doing charity by acquiring a painting that no one cared about, but only he knew that decades later the price of the painting would be at least three zeros more.

Think of it as a long-term investment that is sure to make a profit.

In the exhibition hall of the Palace of Industry, the name of Gallian appeared in the newspapers again, appearing on street corners, in discussions between men, women and children.

The writers who hid in their attics, buried their heads in their studies all day long in front of the manuscript paper, finally noticed the ghost talent that had long disappeared from the Parisian literary scene, and returned.

When he returned, those who were jealous of his talent couldn't help but curse hell.

"Hell, how did this bastard come back!"

For Garion, the down-and-out writers have envy, but more jealousy and resentment.

A peasant son who came to Paris from the Loire to survive, but by a series of coincidences, he became the most sought-after writer in Paris, and was also received by the Bonaparte royal family. Many people spend years in dark attics and get just enough money to pay the rent.

On the other hand, Garion not only has an annual profit of nearly 100,000 francs, but the manuscript fee for serialization is more than ten times their remuneration, and what is even more terrifying is that no matter what reason he interrupts the serialization halfway, the book friend can always keep up with the pace of the next book without regrets.

Garion is like the chosen son, excellent makes a lot of unambitious writers jealous, and the speech at the unsuccessful salon exhibition also stimulates the self-esteem of this group of people, and they begin to attack him.

The literati are light.

On the corner of Kvallo Street, there is a dilapidated Rococo building. The exterior walls have shown signs of peeling, and the head of the dripping beast statue at the top of the building is also missing half, hideous and terrifying.

Husman had a bottle of gin in one hand and cooked food in the other, and came to visit his paranoid old friend.

Walking through the dark hallway, the old wooden floor creaked. Workers in shabby, mud-stained jackets walked by, and women with bucket-like waists carrying a wooden basin and cursing on the balcony to dry their clothes.

Walk to the top corner of the apartment, a gloomy attic room where a depressed writer lives.

The young literary critic Leon Blois stared at the newspaper reports about Garion with red eyes, and he wanted to be the first to oppose and lead the way.

Blois was a Catholic critic and scholar who frankly admitted that the purpose of writing was to cause trouble for others, to oppose atheists, the wealthy class, to reject the prevailing views of the world and the times, that only fanatical religious beliefs could save mankind, and that man could understand the mysteries of the universe by seeking salvation from the Holy Spirit in suffering and poverty.

Blois, who aspired to be a good writer, actually left only a few words in Borges's works.

He was jealous of Garion's talent, disgusted with Garion's atheistic views, and even more jealous of his reputation and possessions.

He decided to write something in Le Figaro to disgust Garion.

“…… What kind of character he was, a man immersed in happiness and a taste of success, I knew that I was a poor man of letters, but in writing I preferred the absurdity of Villier to the worldliness that wafted out of the neighborhood of Flossau. Garion's obsessive pursuit of material comforts poisoned other writers, turning them into outright petty traders. ”

Leon Blois openly criticized Garion's secularized hedonistic ideas, and he even joked with his friend Huesman during dinner, "I know he's a decent guy and won't compete with a poor man of letters like me." But I just want to tell the entire French literary world that there is more than one person who is not used to seeing him Garion. ”

Husman opened the attic window to let the sunlight shine as much as possible in the gloomy room. Although Blois works hard almost every day, he earns a pitiful amount of money every month. Barely supporting rent and daily expenses. Yusman caught a glimpse of the patches on his clothes, but deliberately turned his head to the other side, deliberately blinding.

"Are you going to build an anti-Kalian coalition?"

Hussman picked up the topic, with worry on his brow, his right hand supporting his chin, and said analytically, "But now Garion is a popular man on Napoleon III's side, so it's not good to openly oppose the other party, right?" Blois, my friend, you're playing with fire. ”

"Not really, my friend."

Blois shook the cheap gin in his glass and laughed.

"Garion is usually in a hurry more than Napoleon III, and he simply doesn't have time to take care of our little fish and shrimp. Maybe my voice alone is a little thin and weak, so what about two, three, four, five? Countless writers in the literary world who were not accustomed to him united to oppose Galian. That way, the voice is loud enough, and I have heard that even His Excellency Mérimée is disgusted with what he has done, and we can even get the support of the senators if we can. ”

Blois analyzed proudly, and he couldn't help but even want to see the other party's disgraced end. At first, Garion also stepped on the conservatives to come to power, and now Blois has taken the same measures. He even wanted to see what kind of expression would be on the other person's face.

Astound? Wrath?

Give someone a taste of their own medicine.

He almost wanted to hold his glass high and drink it with a hearty drip.

"The literary and artistic circles of Paris should not accept the shame of scum, Your Excellency Huesmann. If I could, I would be the one who cleared the door for the Parisian literary scene. ”

"Cheers to the great Parisian literary scene."