After returning to the hotel, Garion went to Nana's room, told her the whole story, and told her that Rouen could not stay any longer, and would give her a sum of money tomorrow to find a job in Paris to earn a living. He can't guarantee that he will stay here, but it will definitely not end well. also by the way, keep her away from right and wrong.

"It's okay, when the time comes, we can ask a friend to help you find a job in Paris and settle down temporarily, it's better than being kidnapped by Viscount Mifa at that time."

Faced with such a result, Nana could only bow her head in obedience and say gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Garion, I can't repay anything......"

Garion clasped his hands over his chest, shook his head and said, "You don't have to thank me, if you want to thank Zola, that idiot." ”

As soon as Zola was spoken, Nana's voice became hesitant, and she said slowly, "Mr. Zola is a good man......"

"Yes, good people always don't end well, forget it, don't talk about this."

Garion realized that he had diverted the subject, and hurriedly returned to the topic, "I want to know more about Viscount Mifa, especially the relationship with the workers' committee of your organization, if you don't teach him a lesson, I'm afraid it will get even worse next." ”

"I know there's a situation, but I don't know if I can help Lord Garion."

Garion's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to ask, "Tell me, what's the situation?" ”

Nana hesitated for a moment, and said slowly, "The workers' association has been negotiating with Viscount Mifa's factory representatives before, and on the issue of wage increases, the workers have protested that Viscount Mifa pays too little wages, and they have to work overtime in the factory, from morning to night, which is too unfair. At that time, we asked the union to come forward, and the union agreed to help us negotiate. But so far, the viscount has not been willing to take a step back. ”

He looked at the helpless little girl in front of him in silence, and asked softly, "Aren't you going to try a strike to protest?" If peaceful protests had worked, there would not have been so many workers' movements before. ”

Nana whispered, "But not everyone is willing to strike......

Garion focused his gaze on Nana, and said earnestly, "Because you lack a fuse to burst the anger of the workers, if the fuse is detonated, the next step is the general strike." If you add fuel to your own experience and talk about it, are you still worried that they won't upset you? ”

Nana asked hesitantly, "Huh? Can you still do that? ”

"Why can't it? You working class are too simple and kind, and you are not resolute and tough enough against the cunning capitalist methods, you proletarians still have to learn one more, understand? ”

Nana was stunned, the incendiary remarks of the previous writer made her directly subvert her understanding of the traditional good people, is this teaching them revolutionary riots by hand?

Garion stood up, ready to say goodbye, and said to Nana, "Alright, go back and rest, and let me meet with your workers' representatives tomorrow." ”

"Trust me, I'll help you solve the problem properly."

Garian exited the room, moving his legs and feet after a hard day's work, and returned to the room.

When he reached the door, he saw someone he didn't expect—Princess Mathilde.

"Your Highness the Princess."

Garion said respectfully, "I don't know what Her Royal Highness the princess is looking for?" ”

"You arranged all of this today, right?"

"Huh?"

"Flaubert told me everything, but to be able to think of pretending to be a count in such a situation to deceive the other party, and to be able to adapt and guts, it is no wonder that Mérimée and Sainte-Beuve are both speechless to be refuted by you. I'll have to admit that I underestimated you before. ”

"Her Royal Highness the princess has a good reputation."

Garion asked curiously, "I wonder what Her Royal Highness is looking for me now?" ”

"I'd like to see your new draft."

Princess Mathilde said bluntly, "Before Flaubert comes to my room, I have to have some fun." I'll have to read your manuscript to find out if it's worth investing in. Also, I won't go in the door, and there will be people waiting for me later. ”

Thinking of Flaubert, who had washed his nakedness with mercury recorded in history, and then looking at Princess Mathilde, he couldn't help but shudder.

It's really spicy to imagine the picture of Flaubert lying on the big bed with roses in his mouth, and I hope that the soundproofing of this luxury hotel suite is enough for him to sleep peacefully. Maybe the great writer Flaubert liked to be whipped and dripped?

Garian thought of it with a bad taste, a writer, even if it is a turn to sleep with different women, it can be said that he is in pursuit of inspiration, and the historical Maupassant in order to prove his ability, he also did it six times in front of Flaubert with a technician, and if he was someone else, his legs would tremble when he got out of bed the next day.

He muttered silently in his heart, hoping that the princess would be happy tonight.

"Wait a minute."

Garion hurriedly opened the door, walked over to the table, picked up the stack of papers, and handed it to Princess Mathilde.

The women of the Bonaparte family all had a hobby of politics, and he believed that the princess would be equally interested in this article. In Paris Mérimée already saw himself as an enemy, then he too had to find a refuge, and apparently there was no one more suitable than Princess Mathilde.

"I hope to make the princess smile."

Princess Mathilde took the manuscript from his hand, blinked her eyes, and smiled amorous with a charming smile, and said softly, "If you want to laugh, it depends on your pen." ”

After bidding farewell to the princess, Garion was so tired that he didn't have time to undress when he returned to his room, so he collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

By the time he heard a knock at the door, it was already early the next morning. I opened the door in a daze, only to find that Zola and Nana were already standing in the doorway.

"Please wait a moment."

After a brief wash-up, they went to the bank to cash the cheque into gold francs, and then Garion gave Nana eight hundred francs as a sum of money to make a living in Paris.

"Thank you so much, Lord Garion."

Although 800 francs is insignificant to Garion, it is a huge amount of money for Nana, who comes from a poor family, at least if she goes to Paris Province to make up for more than half a year.

"You're welcome, that's what you deserve. If you have any difficulties in going to Paris, come to me and Zola, and we will try to help you if we can. ”

Nana had tears in her eyes, and I couldn't repay the favor of accepting two strangers.

And Garion helped Nana partly because of Zola, partly because of his disgust with capitalist exploitation, and most importantly because he wanted to raise his popularity among the people and workers.

Riding on an imperial ship that would sink in ten years, he wasn't that stupid.

Gallian made a gesture of please, and said, "Now let me talk to your workers' strike representatives." ”

Nana led Garion and Zola through the filthy factory quarters, different from the upscale affluent districts, where wet clothes hung on both sides of the streets, and dilapidated buildings cut the sky overhead into small geometric bars, leaving only glimpses of drifting clouds.

Garion walked through the dark alley and into an old building, and the people inside looked at the two with a malicious gaze.

Coming out to greet Garion was Robert, the president of the workers' association, a member of the Socialist Party from the province of Man, who, when he heard the name Garion, hurriedly put down what he was doing and came out to greet him.

"Is it Lord Garion?"

Robert specially put on his glasses and said excitedly, "I heard that a revolutionary poet appeared in Paris recently, who spoke from the standpoint of the proletarians and was finally driven out by the powerful, but I didn't expect to see you here!" ”

Garian corrected, "...... Not to be kicked out, to be precise, to be banished by the court for a month. ”

Robert ignored his correction and asked enthusiastically, "What are you here for?" And who is this? ”

His eyes looked at Zola, who was beside him.

"This is my friend, Zola."

Garion explained his intentions to him, "By the way, I heard Nana say that you are discussing a salary increase with Viscount Mifa?" So I came over to ask. ”

"yes."

Robert said helplessly, "As you can see, there is no progress. If Mr. Garion could speak up for us, things would be much better. ”

Garion glanced at him and said, "Then why not just strike?" ”

Robert smiled wryly and said, "Strike? What is the use of a strike? No one will participate in high-risk operations, and they are all afraid of losing their jobs. ”

Sure enough, the working class in 1860 was inevitably weak.

He corrected the other side and said, "No, no, no, that's because your strike is high risk and low reward, and of course everyone is on the sidelines." If high risk leads to high returns, then those who are forced to rush will take risks. ”

"What do you mean?"

Robert pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and he always felt that the person in front of him was a little unkind. But looking at the sincere and eager gaze of the other party, my heart still dispelled my doubts.

Garion said calmly, "Have you heard of the 1948 Kizo incident? ”