The third update, I fell asleep last night, and now I'm just finishing the third chapter and getting ready to go to work, and I'm working late today, and the update may be a little late

"My God, don't die."

Will Messan was so frightened that he knelt down and hugged Garion's thigh, begging the other party to stop tossing. He finally saw Gallian's ability to do things clearly, as long as he put pen to paper, most of the Parisian literary scene would be in the limelight.

However, Garion, who was holding the pen, said seriously, "It's okay, I won't hurt you, Mr. Wilmesan." ”

He said with relief, "After all, I'm not a demon. ”

“……”

However, Garion's relief did not bring any reassurance.

Will Mesan was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to pick up the topic. I muttered to myself.

"People like you aren't demons yet? Satan of Hell is not an exaggeration! ”

Ignoring Wilmesan's plea, Garion walked over to his desk and paused, pondering in his mind before writing a book.

Wilmeisan stood quietly aside, although he was extremely troubled by Garion's ability to do things, but he had to admit that this guy was accomplished in literature and art. Indeed, many people could not keep up with him.

The nib of the pen flows on the paper.

Soon a poem was written.

"Alright, I'm done."

Gary placed the pen and gently blew on the paper, hoping that the ink would dry faster.

"Will Your Excellency Will Mesan want to take a look at it first?"

Before the ink could dry, Wilmesan took the poem from his hand and read it carefully.

In the quiet study, only his voice echoed.

"I don't lie to you, I'm not a poet,"

"Even though I love Joan of Arc's steadfastness,"

"The Louvre and the Arc de Triomphe, the sunset on the back of a crow,"

"The dusk is full of bat wings."

"You know I love France and I love heroes,"

"I love the tricolor in the wind,"

"From blue-purple to purple-red iris."

"Remember that my grain is a pot of bitter tea!"

"But there's also Paris, are you afraid—"

"Thoughts like flies, crawling in the garbage can."

It's just ten sentences in total.

Garion's poem uses the first eight lines to describe his love for Paris, but the last two lines suddenly take a turn for the worse, revealing his true intentions hidden in his writing.

Flies-like thoughts, crawling in the trash can.

Isn't this ironic, those guys who catch him and scold are a bunch of garbage and flies?

and the gang of waste who relied on the old and sold the old in the Parisian literary circle, and they were dragged out and whipped to the corpse.

The flies seem to allude to all those who can take their seats.

Although Wilmesan also has to admit that this poem is indeed wonderfully written. However, he did not dare to praise half a word, because the whole praise was to prepare for the humiliation of the last sentence.

The publication of this poem is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

Perhaps the populace would have held torches aloft, doused Garion with kerosene and tied him to a cross.

"Your Excellency Garion, do you want this poem to be published in Le Figaro?"

Wilmesan cautiously asked, "Now that a part of the people of Paris is eager to cut you with a thousand knives, if you publish this provocative article again, I fear that next time they will send you not bullets, but bombs." ”

"Don't worry, my old friend."

Garion smiled and patted Wilmesan on the shoulder and said, "With His Majesty Napoleon III behind the back of Le Figaro, what are you afraid of?" This is a great opportunity to boost sales, almost crushing the rival Le Filo, and you don't have to start Le Die to compete with the Le Filo and try to avoid involving Le Figaro in a pointless dispute between popular newspapers. ”

"How do you know I'm going to start another newspaper to compete with Little Daily?"

Will Mesan looked at Garion vigilantly, these thoughts were secrets in his heart, and the other party guessed all the thoughts as if he could look directly into people's hearts.

"Anyway, I made everything clear, if Mr. Wilmesan is not willing to take this hot potato, and there are other editors-in-chief who want to increase sales and want to go crazy, it depends on your wishes."

"I'm afraid the mob in Paris will kill me......"

"That's a pity......"

Garion retrieved the Psalm from Wilmesan's hand and made a gesture to turn away. Will Mesan, who was still hesitating, hurriedly stopped the other party.

"Wait."

"Lord Garrian, I ...... I could publish this hymn in the newspaper, but ...... But my personal safety must be guaranteed. We can only cooperate if I am safe. ”

For Will Mesan's psychology of wanting to get rich and afraid of death, Garian scoffed.

Garion pointed to the box on the ground and asked helplessly, "If I can ensure my personal safety, why should I go out to hide from the limelight?" When the peachy scandal broke out in His Excellency Hugo, even King Philip persuaded him to take refuge in the countryside. If the people had been reasonable, the French Revolution would not have killed so many people. Such a simple truth, can't the editor-in-chief understand it? ”

……

Wilmesan wanted to cry without tears, and for the first time really felt what Napoleon I said.

"Even if he conquered most of Europe, he would not dare to raise taxes on the people of Paris casually."

The consequences of offending the people are terrible.

Garion can run away, but what to do with himself?

"You can also go out for a while to avoid the limelight, rest assured, Le Figaro is not out of operation without you, the editor-in-chief, and will come back after a week or two until the hot spot of public opinion has dissipated. Anyway, the sales of the newspaper are going up, and your competitors can only stare dryly. ”

An opportunity to increase Figaro's sales was in front of him, and Wilmesan was desperate, he nodded and said, "Yes, I agree to your request, but I need an insurance." ”

"Insurance?"

Garion asked suspiciously, "What kind of insurance does Lord Wilmesan need?" ”

"At least you should publish a statement in Le Figaro to explain it to the public......"

"Explain clearly? What to explain? What's there to explain? ”

Garion put his hands in his pockets, seemingly amused by the editor-in-chief's words. He asked rhetorically, "Do you think the blind and arrogant Parisians can be reasonable?" If I can be reasonable, do I still have to go out to avoid the limelight? ”

Wilmesan was momentarily speechless, as if Garion had seen through the arrogant, stupid, and arrogant nature of the French. It is also impossible to refute his arguments.

Seeing that the other party was speechless, he made up for the last slash.

"Since the reason doesn't make sense, let's slap a few times. Just fan them up. ”