This is how Borst later described his first meeting with Garion.

"It was the first time I had seen Mr. Garion, thin lips mysteriously curvading his emaciated face, piercing eyes staring at me as if they had read through all my thoughts. He just sat there, not saying a word, just smiling. That smile seemed to have a magical power, and it was intoxicating and difficult to extricate yourself. ”

Although Garion felt like the last sentence was describing G fat afterwards, and hoped that the Bolst reporter would delete this paragraph, the other party insisted that this was his most accurate definition of Garion. The other party insisted repeatedly, and Garian had no choice but to agree to Bolster's request.

Zola let Bolst in and cleaned up the papers scattered on the couch and placed them on his desk.

Bolst looked around the room, and the plate looked like the potatoes and bread from the previous night had not been removed, and the crumpled paper balls were tossed to the floor.

The clothes hung on the windowsill that had not yet been dried, and the water dripped down the placket and dripped on the planted roses.

This is probably the poorest celebrity Borst has ever interviewed.

He got up and poured a cup of coffee for the other party, and placed it in front of the Bolst reporter. The reporter took the coffee and thanked him,

Garion asked sincerely, "What would you like to interview?" ”

Bolst spread out the notebook in his hand and said bluntly to the man in front of him, "Then Your Excellency Galion, do you have any opinion on the point of finger pointing at you by the literati in Paris this time?" ”

"Wild dogs forage in packs, tigers and wolves act alone, and Mr. Gautier's eagerness to defend his nobility makes him feel weak."

Bolster sensed the aggressiveness of Garián, and seemed to realize that the young man had long been prepared for criticism of the conservative literati in Paris.

"And what do you think of the tulip and cabbage argument he gave an example?"

"Although Mr. Gautier's statement was eloquent, he got one thing wrong from the start."

Garion took a sip of his coffee and continued to speak venomously, "He thought his work was a noble tulip and thought mine was a utilitarian cabbage." In fact, in the eyes of others, his work is more like manure for fertilizing Chinese cabbage. At least my work is able to give people a deep sense of thought, to make them realize that they are just lambs of pain to the slaughter. Mr. Gautier's work, on the other hand, does not provoke deep thought, nor does it bring pleasure to the general public. ”

"Oh yes, there is a sentence mentioned in the original text of Mr. Gautier, who said that he was a very honest man who was even willing to give his life for art. In other words, a true artist dares to accept any challenge, and I wonder if Mr. Gautier accepted my challenge like a great martyr, or did he ignore my words like a coward or reject them outright? ”

Borst asked curiously, "...... What are the challenges? ”

Garion blinked mysteriously and smiled, "Then it will be up to Mr. Gautier to accept the challenge." If the other side is willing to accept it, I hope that Mr. Borst will be a witness to this challenge. ”

"It should ...... No problem. ”

Borst finally learned the way this venomous literati spoke, and every word was like tearing the fig leaf of his opponent. He hastily recorded Garian's words, then threw out his own most pointed questions.

"One more thing, what do you think about His Excellency Thiers' saying that you are just an uneducated person, so everything is a 'conspiracy theory' operated by someone behind the scenes?"

When the topic was mentioned, Bolst noticed that Garion slowly retracted his smile and began to become serious.

"How many years has it been since Monsieur Thiers wrote at home and had not been in contact with Paris? Could it be that he thought that he was still alive 20 years ago in the July Dynasty, an era when nobles could enjoy the best education? Civilians can only receive the most basic education? Monsieur Thiers's words reveal his lofty ignorance and ignorance. As Dickens said, this was the best of times and the worst of times. The conservative old aristocracy still living in the past fantasized about the glory of the past, but was unwilling to face the fact that a commoner had risen. At the heart of the Declaration of Human Rights are equality, justice and freedom! An old exploiter who has turned back the clock of history has blatantly accused a progressive soul, and I hope that Monsieur Thiers will be soberly aware of one problem: your King Philippe, escape! Your July Dynasty is dead! ”

Bolster was shocked to hear this, but fortunately Thiers was not here, otherwise the other party would have rushed up with a bottle. For this was the fact that he had the most difficult time to accept, the glory of the House of Orleans had faded.

Zola, who was sitting next to him, seemed to have turned a blind eye to Garion's radical rhetoric.

Garian looked at Bolst's frowning appearance and asked with a lot of mouth, "By the way, Mr. Borst, will you tell the truth about what I say?" ”

"Huh?"

Bolst was stunned for a moment and asked, "Lord Garrian, do you want me to report truthfully?" Wouldn't you like this article to be a little more euphemistic? ”

"Why not?"

"Because the vast majority of interviewers want the report to be more tactful, but I hope to revise your article more tactfully. And this one of your reports...... To be honest, I'm a little worried about your life after I published it. ”

As a journalist, Borst can feel the sharp edge of the Parisian trolls between the lines. I'm afraid that when the report comes out, there will be many conservative literati who are angry and scolded.

He in turn advised Garion, "Are you going to face to face with a conservative literati?" ”

"Isn't it?"

"With all due respect, you don't need to offend conservative literati."

"The old things are still not in line with the development of the times, and it is better to uproot them and leave no one behind than to let him obstruct the emergence of new things here."

Garian stood up, he walked to the desk, picked up an article, and handed it to Borst in front of him.

"Originally, I had hoped that it would have been published in Goncourt's newspaper, but if Monsieur Borst was interested, would he have published it for me?"

Borst took Garion's manuscript, glanced at the title, frowned, and said, "Mein Kampf? ”

Garion looked at the reporter and said seriously, "They think I'm just an uneducated person, so I have to explain my past and set an inspirational example of the French dream for the people of Paris, right?" ”