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"His name was Gallien, and he was a French man of letters. He not only published articles on the disadvantages of the times, shouted for the revolution, but also wrote essays on the analysis of the current situation, which won the favor of the Bonaparte family. You can go in and out of the Tuileries Palace, and you can also be friends with the public enemies of capitalists like Karl Marx. ”

When Proudhon introduced Bakunin to the legendary writer, his tone was one of contempt and disdain.

"It is simply the greatest irony that such a capricious villain stands in the hall of the workers' congress like a joke and gives a speech on the stage in an open manner."

"Karl Marx made the stupidest mistake of inviting him to the workers' congress, and if this man's identity were revealed, what effect would it have on the parliament?" ”

Bakunin immediately understood Proudhon's intentions, and the originally comparable forces would unite to suppress Marx and completely squeeze them out.

"But we don't want the meeting to end up breaking down because of the struggle."

Proudhon still had illusions about Karl Marx, hoping that the other side would withdraw with dignity instead of splitting the parliament by means of struggle.

At this time, Garion just went out to leave the meeting, and Proudhon immediately stood up and said to Bakunin, who was beside him, "I will talk to this capitalist servant first, and if it doesn't make sense, it's not too late to do it." ”

Proudhon straightened his collar and walked out the door with his head held high. He plans to take the approach of salute first and then soldier, and give Garion a generous gift.

He saw Garion standing by the window, with a heather pipe in his hand, and the smoke was lingering around him, looking cold and gloomy, like a detective coming out of Sherlock Holmes, searching for the secrets behind the clues.

He coughed softly and walked over to Garion.

"What shall I call you?"

Proudhon asked politely, "Because you have not revealed your name since yesterday." ”

Garion looked at him quietly, without any expression, as if he hadn't heard what the other party was saying just now.

There were only two silent people in the quiet hallway, and the whistling sound of cold wind blowing through the aisle.

Seeing that the other party was reluctant to speak, Proudhon's tone became vicious.

"Should it be called the eagle dogs of the Bonapartes, the maggots of the capitalists, the bloodsuckers of the people, or the despicable villains who wave the flag for the empire? Standing openly at the European Workers' Congress, disguising yourself as a revolutionary sympathizer for the commoners, the workers and the poor, will not in fact change the fate of a lackey at Napoleon's side. ”

The sound of cursing suddenly remembered and broke the silence in the corridor, and Proudhon's heart beat rapidly, and he looked nervously at the man in front of him.

Proudhon poured dirty water on Calian with all the vicious words and tied him firmly to Marx, taking the opportunity to force the Marxists to back down and leave them in charge of the International Congress, with Proudhon's ideas and theories as a program of action.

Funny to say, none of the charges Proudhon used really matched Garion, but rather seemed like a ridiculous quibble. In order to suppress Marx, everything was done.

To his disappointment, the man in front of him didn't care about his swearing at all, and didn't even see a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"As long as Marx is willing to make concessions on the committee, we can be blameless about your identity. Otherwise, once your identity is revealed, I am afraid it will be a mortal threat to the entire committee. ”

Proudhon said with a sneer, threatening Garion, who was holding a heather pipe in front of him. "Think for yourself, Lord Garion. Is it to persuade your old friend to give up, or to disgrace Marx because of who you are. ”

Garion took off his pipe, and he gently spat at Proudhon, the pervasive smell of smoke causing the other party to involuntarily take a half step back, and fanned his hand to expel the disgusting smell of smoke.

Ahem.

Proudhon couldn't help but cough twice.

"I really didn't expect that His Excellency Proudhon would want to use such inferior means to achieve political ends, I am just an ordinary writer, who can only write poetry, write articles that are a little bit of a problem with the times, or about the authorities, and I know nothing about political struggles, about your power struggles. I deeply regret your vicious methods. ”

"But ......"

Garian changed his words and said calmly, "But that doesn't mean I'm a lamb to the slaughter, and you think that by threatening me I can force Carl to give in, then you are very wrong." ”

The last sentence has an accentuated tone, which is quite meaningless.

Seeing Garrian's dying appearance, Proudhon felt ridiculous. There is no way to retreat, and they are still thinking about struggling to the death.

"Throw in the towel, Karl Marx has lost from the moment you appear here. Now admit defeat and withdraw from the dispute with dignity. If we expose your identity at the Congress, oh no, in Paris, Lord Garion, the wealth, status and fame you now have will evaporate in an instant. ”

Proudhon viciously threatened Garion, and in his opinion, there was nothing more important than guaranteeing his current position. Having lost the aura of glory, he is nothing more than the son of a peasant in the countryside, no different from a poor bastard.

"Your Excellency Proudhon, don't get too complacent."

Garion took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and said, "Who will be unlucky next, maybe it's anyone." ”

"Huh?"

Garion sighed, his eyes no longer focused on Proudhon, everything was meaningless.

"Whoever has the last laugh will laugh the best. The darkness of the whole world is not enough to affect the brilliance of a single candle. I will not give up, because the curtain has not yet fallen; And you shout victory too early, but you may be alone on the stage, with no one in the seat cheering. ”

The sun shone on the golden mural at the top of the corridor, and the sympathetic Jesus spread his hands as if looking at the poor helpless lamb in the corridor.

"Whoever had the last laugh has already revealed the answer, do you need to continue?"

This passage was not painful for him, and Proudhon sarcastically said, "Sure enough, he is a man of letters in Paris, and his writing is good." It's a pity that your writing can't save you this time. ”

"Hahaha."

The laughter echoed through the corridors, like a sharp thorn in Proudhon's heart, and it always made him feel not so pleasant.

After Garian smiled, he said earnestly, "Take care, Your Excellency Proudhon, I hope you won't regret it." ”

Before Proudhon could figure out what Garion meant, and was about to get to the bottom of it, he saw Bakunin walking briskly towards him with an anxious face.