The only two dissidents in the Palace of Industry were eerily silent.

They looked at the carnival of the "fools" unwillingly.

What Courbet did not expect was that before the exhibition was over, he was flattered by the fact that an art dealer came to discuss the price of his work with him.

Even Garion didn't realize that his current influence was able to control the direction of the French art market.

Garion focused his attention on the conservatives.

Declaring war on the conservatives was an interesting and bold move, especially in terms of the rigorous and conservative style of painting, and to some extent, the academic school, represented by Astrüc, represented the aesthetic style of the French Bonaparte royal family. Napoleon III was not interested in any literary controversy. The reason why the academic school has become the mainstream of France for centuries is all due to the official backing.

And Gallion, who was to some extent an adviser to Napoleon III on international politics, actually changed his position and sided with the Bonapartists, Mérimée thought he had seized the opportunity.

Mérimée, who was originally angry, thought of this, and a smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth. He didn't do anything, it was Garion himself who stood in the position of the enemy of the French emperor, and he couldn't hide if he wanted to.

Garion stood on the high platform, his eyes focused on Mérimée the entire time. When the old fox smiled, he could probably guess the other party's little abacus.

"Your Excellency Mérimée, please wait."

Garion deliberately shouted loudly, stopping the old fox who was about to turn away. The other party's brow furrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. Just looked at Garion with a smile, leaned against his back with his hands crossed, made a gesture of an old nobleman, and asked, "I wonder if Your Excellency Garion suddenly stopped me, what's the matter." Oh yes, your presentation was wonderful. ”

What the enemy approves of must not be a good thing. Garion still had this realization, but then he also understood why Mérimée really thought in his heart.

However, what Garion did best was to figure out Napoleon III's ideas.

"When I saw His Excellency Mérimée, I was reminded of an article written by Vielle earlier, which described His Excellency Mérimée as such. Mérimée has a brain, and he will appear to be more intelligent than he really is, he doesn't publish much, but he gets everything he wants, which seems to be a no-brainer for him. Chief Inspector of Historic Buildings, Academician of the Académie Française, Senator, these titles alone bring him an income of forty thousand francs a year......"

When Mérimée viciously criticized Lamartine's work as "verbal labor", Viele, who was upset, immediately wrote such an article to fight back.

"What the hell are you trying to express by pulling out these old things, Lord Galion."

Mérimée's face gradually became unbearable, Garion could remember the article from ten years ago, and he could not guarantee what kind of black history the literati who were jealous of him had unearthed at the beginning.

"No, no, no."

Garion waved his hand in a panic, "panicked" and explained, "I'm not laughing at His Excellency Mérimée, I'm just saying that the aura I have gained through the relationship with Empress Eugenie should be cherished, and if I lose it one day in the future, I think you will regret it." ”

"Thanks to your kindness, Lord Garrian should think more about his future, your speech today has offended many big people."

Mérimée sneered, then turned and left.

He's already figured out how to deal with Galion, a villain who doesn't look like he's on the outside.

Garion pursed his lips, not paying attention to the serious warning. There are so many people in Paris who hate him so much, and a senator is nothing.

But then Garion saw a scene even more terrifying than Mérimée.

A group of strangers rushed towards him, blocking the way out, looking at him with unfriendly eyes. I clearly felt that the crowds of people in the Industrial Palace were surging in all directions.

Originally, Garion thought it was an enthusiastic thank you group, but as soon as these people came up to ask questions, they were stunned in place.

"Lord Garion, will your previous unfinished Sherlock Holmes series continue to open a new chapter?"

“…… This is currently being conceived......"

"Prison No. 6! "The Sixth Prison"! "The Sixth Prison", which didn't finish writing the ending before, can you still write it! I've been waiting for updates all the time! I've been waiting for almost six months! ”

“……”

"Lord Garion, may I ask you that you eloped with a married woman to Great Britain and hooked up with Hugo's most beautiful daughter, Alde, is this lace news true?"

"It's pure rumor-mongering, and it has been handed over to a lawyer for handling......"

These readers ask questions that are even sharper than journalists, as if they want to tear open his shell and peek into the secrets of his soul. Asking any more is no fun, and Garion tries to push through the crowd and walk out, but the angry readers don't give way.

"If you don't give us an explanation today, we won't leave."

"Zola, save me!"

Garion cast a distressed look at Zola, and the other party rushed into the crowd with understanding, grabbed Garion's hand, and dragged him desperately to run out the door.

"Run out the door."

Garion said loudly, "Get out of here." ”

"Don't let the damn author run!"

However, the readers did not want to miss this opportunity to send the author the blade, and pulled on Garion's sleeve, asking for an explanation for him.

In the end, one of the cuffs of his suit jacket was ripped off, and Garion barely escaped.

After running out of the Industrial Palace, the two of them quickly ran towards the dilapidated alley on the side of the street, running far away in one go, and did not pause to catch their breath until they were sure that no one was chasing after them.

In the dark and narrow alley, only the heavy panting of the two was silent.

Garian leaned against the wall, his chest heaving violently. The whole person was very embarrassed, not only did he lose one of his shoes, but his blazer and shirt were also removed from a button, and they were draped crookedly on his body, as if he had just experienced a ransack.

"Oh my God."

Gary soothed his chest, his heart palpitating, and he was out of breath at this time, as if every word was squeezed out of his lungs.

"Is there anyone catching up from behind?"

Zola raised his head, glanced in the direction of the alley entrance a few times, and after confirming that no one was there, he turned his head and said, "They didn't catch up, and they are safe for the time being." ”

Garion's face turned red, he wiped the sweat from his face, took a deep breath, and swore that "in the future, I won't dare to write without ending." ”