The third shift is over, everyone is less immortal, good night

McMahon said bluntly, "I'll tell you the truth, in fact, I came to His Excellency Galion today to write a biography. You know that as a soldier, fighting a war is my main job, and this kind of biography still has to be handed over to you literati with pens, so I came to you today for this purpose, Your Excellency Galian, I hope you can write a biography for me......"

Garion now finally understands why McMahon, whom he never knows, would suddenly come to the door, it turns out that it is for the sake of biography. He began to wonder what the matter would do to him.

Intellectually, maintaining a good relationship with General MacMahon would have helped him develop in Paris, and emotionally he could not write an ode to a butcher who would go down in history for the massacre of the members of the Paris Commune and his crimes.

What a dilemma.

He thought for a moment, and McMahon waited for a moment, until finally he asked, impatiently, "So Lord Garion, is this a very difficult question to decide?" ”

He added, "You literati think too much, and if I had hesitated as you when I ordered the shooting of the Paris rebel mob, I am afraid that the empire would have been gone long ago." ”

McMahon's words caused Garion's discomfort, and he originally wanted to agree to the other party's request, but when he heard his words, Garion understood that the two could no longer have any cooperation and intersection.

Garion will not write hymns to an executioner who slaughters people.

Absolutely not.

"No, it's not."

Garion came back to his senses, he looked at the frowning man in front of him, and said bluntly, "I refuse to write a biography of General McMahon. ”

Hearing this, McMahon's face immediately shrugged down, and he felt that Garion was a little uplifting, it was too much. How can I say that I am also the marshal of the Second French Empire, but I directly vetoed the proposal without thinking about it.

"Lord Garion, may I ask you why you refused?"

McMahon asked, "I wonder why you refused?" ”

"I can't."

Now that the other party has spoken to this point, there is no reason for McMahon to continue to entangle, but as a marshal of a country, he was rejected by a literati in person, and his face was a little uncomfortable.

He involuntarily raised his voice and said, "Lord Garion, do you know what you just missed?" You're missing out on a prize. Do you know how many people have wanted to write a biography for me, but I have refused. Because I think you're the only one who can write for me. ”

The condescending attitude revealed between the lines annoyed Garion, and he also raised his voice and said, "I'm sorry for the lack of learning, I really can't write about the great life of Marshal McMahon, who is suitable for whom." Forgiveness. ”

"You intellectuals......

McMahon finally couldn't help it, and he asked bluntly, "Say, how much do you need to write?" Lakh? Two hundred thousand francs? I don't believe there are problems in this world that money can't solve! ”

McMahon's annual income was nearly 200,000 francs, not counting his other income. So he dared to tell Gallian that he could solve everything with money.

Garion shook his head resolutely and said, "I'm sorry, this problem really can't be solved with money, I said that if I don't write, I won't write, give me a million francs I won't write, of course, if you can take out 10 million francs and smash it in my face, I will take back what I just said." It's a pity you can't come up with 10 million francs. So you still have problems that money can't solve. ”

"Presumptuous."

McMahon stood up abruptly and said angrily, "Do you know what you're doing?" ”

"I'm clear, very clear."

Garion directly pushed back, the anger in his heart was aroused, and he pointed at McMahon and said directly, "Please General McMahon go out of my house, you are not welcome." ”

Balanchi and Ardai, who were sitting on the side, were dumbfounded, and for the first time they saw Garion directly confront a high-ranking marshal.

"You!"

McMahon's entire face turned purple, and Garion's ignorance annoyed him. The guards around him saw the marshal's anger and stepped forward to make a gesture of wanting to draw their guns.

"Presumptuous, who do you think you're talking to?"

At the moment when the other party wanted to take out his pistol and threaten Garion, he pressed down the other party's hand to pull out the gun. He squinted at the young man in front of him, and said word by word, "There are still women here, who gave you the qualification to draw a gun?" ”

The guard tried to make a move, but he found that his hand was firmly grasped by Garion and he couldn't move at all. The other party was just an unarmed literati, and he was actually countered.

"What kind of system, hurry up and put the gun away for me!"

McMahon scolded the guard, he touched his nose, and he didn't want to linger here. I had to wave my hand and ask the guard to put the gun away.

Marshal McMahon pointed angrily and said, "Garion, please remember what you have done today. One day you'll regret it! Don't think that Napoleon III will really value a little person like you who is momentarily powerful, we generals who were born and died with him are the most important to rely on! What's going to happen in the future, don't blame me for not reminding you! ”

"Okay, I'll wait."

Garian curled the corners of his mouth in disdain, witnessing McMahon walk out the door in a rage.

It wasn't until after he left that the original sense of oppression suddenly disappeared, and Balanchi stood up at this time, she held Garion's hand, and asked cautiously, "Is it really okay not to agree to him?" He doesn't look like such an easy person to deal with. ”

Adei pursed her lips and said, "I have often heard this man's name from my father's mouth before, and it is as disgusting to see him today as my father described. My father said he was like a fly hovering in front of a cake, disgusting. ”

Garian patted Balanchi on the shoulder and comforted the other, "Don't worry, although McMahon is unreasonable, he won't do anything out of the ordinary." After all, he is the one who wants to serve the royal family, unlike me. ”

"What about you? Baron Garion. ”

"Didn't the Bonapartes give you the title just because you were loyal to them?" Aren't you? ”

Garion shook his head, squinted at McMahon's departing figure, and said slowly, "We're different. ”

"His allegiance is to the Emperor, and my allegiance is to the people of France."