After a brief small talk, Charles left Carrion's secret residence. Of course, he couldn't take a large number of heavy "antiques" on the spot, and Carrion was certainly not stupid enough to store a large number of goods in his residence, he wrote a note to Charles, and then told Charles to go to a secret place to receive the goods when the time came, and then he was free to deal with it.

As the chatter here at Carrion had been much longer than expected, he hastened to hail a horse-drawn carriage and drove all the way, and at last came to the mansion of Miss Perriette before he had left his house, and before leaving his house, he had received an invitation from the Miss Blue Stockings, and the time was set for this evening.

After entering the young lady's living room, Charles was stunned to find that there were already several guests here, and they were dressed in strange costumes, and the age groups were different, and it didn't look like a political rally at all, but looked like ......

Look, it looks like some boring salon.

"You're finally here, Mr. Treville." When he was seen entering, Miss Perriette, dressed in full costume and holding a precious ivory fan, came to the door and greeted him with a smile.

"What's the matter with you?" Charles asked in a low voice, "I thought it was something big." ”

"Of course it is a great deal......," replied Miss Perriette with a smile, "that the guests for this evening are all literary figures of some recent repute, and it took me a great deal of effort to call you all. ”

After hearing her answer, Charles's face became a little strange.

"I always thought it was literature or something. In your eyes, it's just an excuse to disguise yourself and make friends from all walks of life. ”

"No, you're mistaking me." The lady in blue stockings gently slapped her left hand with her fan, and the fan bone made a rhythmic soft sound. "It's my true hobby."

"And what do you need me to do?"

"You just have to sit with them and have a good chat with them. Remember, you are not a thief today, but a writer who has made a name for himself in recent years, and a part-time literary critic. ”

"Well, if you're serious." At the insistence of the other party, Charles had no choice but to agree. Anyway, it doesn't hurt to chat with someone, even if it's with a group of literati.

"Charles, I'm happy now." Miss Perriette smiled more and more happily. There seems to be a fire in the eyes, shining with the frenzy that characterizes collectors when they encounter a long-cherished collection. "I can't help but be happy at the thought that I've got so many of the stars of the French literary world together today and speak their minds, yes. Very...... Be tickled pink. ”

"I hope you still have some sanity." Charles shrugged indifferently. Then he followed her in.

After seeing Charles walking in all the way with the owner of the room, the originally relatively harmonious atmosphere in the living room instantly became a little solemn, and the eyes of several young writers looked at Charles even more unkindly.

However, Charles also understood their thoughts. Miss Perriette was beautiful, and even if she didn't take it into account, the fact that "she was rich, very rich" was enough to make her the object of love for almost every frustrated writer. Think about it, a woman who is rich and loves literature. Doesn't it seem like God created the goddess for writers?

It is no wonder that Charles had heard of several young writers who had been around the "patron goddess of French literature" and that some had written several poems to her.

After walking together in front of everyone. The host introduced the charr to the guests sitting around the sofa.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to Mr. Tswil." Tswill was the pen name used by Charles.

"Oh?"

"That's him?"

"Much younger than expected!"

"I didn't expect ......"

………………

Exclamations and whispers buzzed at once.

Charles hurriedly bowed to the others.

Although Charles does not regard himself as a well-known writer, this scene of "everyone seems to know me" still makes him feel a little proud in his heart.

"As you know, Mr. Tswilt is usually very low-key, and does not like to participate in parties very much, and has rarely shown up, but it took me a lot of effort to get him to be moved today......" Miss Bluestockings was still smiling, "If anyone wants to sign it, they should mention it as soon as possible......"

The smile on Charles' face vanished.

Isn't this pulling hatred for me? Complimenting me like this in front of a group of literati is obviously ill-intentioned and wants to see jokes.

He hurriedly explained: "Dear Miss Perriette, you are really complimenting me by saying this, and besides, how can I be qualified to sign autographs for all the seniors here?" I'll wait for an autograph......"

However, it is clear that Miss Blue Stockings' purpose has been achieved.

"Is that Mr. Tswil, the woman who wrote the woman's book? My 14-year-old niece loves it. Mr. Tswil, are you free? I'm going to ask her for an autograph, and I think your book is quite suitable for this age group. A young man smiled at Charles, as if he were not mocking them.

A dull smile rang out among several people.

To their surprise, Charles didn't fight back, but smiled back, as if he hadn't heard the mockery inside.

"Xiexie you, sir. I'll sign it later, so say hello to your niece for me. ”

Anyway, it's a means of making money, and being able to earn money is more important than anything else, and as for taunts, Charles has a thick enough skin to never take it seriously.

Charles then glanced at Miss Blue Stockings, but she clearly didn't take it seriously, still smiling at the writers.

Seeing that Charles was so low-key, and did not deliberately show intimacy with Miss Perriette, the other writers finally relaxed their attitudes, and then in their small talk, Charles was also very gentle, and did not express any opinions, but interjected a few words from time to time, which was considered to add a little atmosphere.

After a while, everyone began to talk about contemporary literature.

"Which of the contemporary writers, Mr. Tswil, do you think is the best?" Miss Perriette asked Charles suddenly.

Obviously, she didn't have good intentions on this question, and wanted to cause everyone to argue.

"Monsieur de Balzac." Charles replied without hesitation.

After listening to this answer, the others did not look for it, after all, in this era, Balzac's status in the French literary world is unquestionable, and even those who don't like him rarely give reasons to make others dislike him.

"Monsieur Balzac certainly deserves his name, but he rarely writes now because of his health, do you have any other candidates besides her?" Seeing that the question did not cause a stir, Miss Perriette smiled and continued to ask. "Is it Mr. Mérimée? Or is it Mr. Dumas? Or Ms. George Sand? Or is it someone else......? ”

"Well...... Charles' pondered for a moment, but Zuihou still ignored the eyes of others and said his answer, "I think Mr. Hugo is very good." ”

His answer really triggered the effect that Miss Blue Stockings wanted, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively. The eyes of the others looked at Charles a little sharpened.

"Hugo?" A young writer suddenly laughed, then pursed his lips with a look of disdain, "He used to be quite capable, but now he is completely outdated, politics has long since exhausted his inspiration, and he can't do it now." ”

Since ancient times, literati have been the least compatible, and when a group of writers discuss a famous writer, there are few good things to say.

What's the joke about? "Every literary scholar who has exhausted his talents and has few prospects, Zuihou takes becoming a literary critic as his destination, and he can't eat the food of a writer, at least he can still eat the author."

At this time, Victor Hugo's state of thought was not at all high enough to be at the height of the deafening wise saying that "in every stage of the century there are three problems: poverty makes men down, hunger makes women degraded, and darkness makes children weak", but is in a kind of low ebb.

In 1831, the publication of "Notre Dame de Paris" made him famous, and he was considered the next superstar in the literary world, but after that, he went all the way up and down, and never published more works, and in the following years, his works "The Demon King of Iceland" and "The Garrison", after being adapted into screenplays, were completely unsuccessful (violent death, big street fight), and even were strongly applauded by the audience. It also gives people the impression that "Victor Hugo is just a meteor in the literary world, and he has exhausted his talents".

However, although his literary creation is at a low ebb, his career is very smooth at this time, and it can even be said that he is at the peak of his life.

In 1841, Hugo was finally elected a member of the Académie Française, and in 1845 King Louis-Philippe made him a member of the House of Lords – the highest political status he achieved in his lifetime. Maybe it's because his career is too smooth, so his literary career is a little bumpy, and after he entered the downfall and was repeatedly exiled and underestimated in life, he wrote the masterpiece "Tragic Shijie", but became a generation of writers. Maybe that's how amazing life is?

That's all for later.

In any case, it is no wonder that a writer-turned-figure can achieve so much step by step and become a politician so successfully, and he will be deeply envious of the writers here.

"No matter what you say, anyway, I think Mr. Hugo will shine again in the future." Charles didn't bother to argue with anyone else, but just said his opinion.

As soon as he finished speaking, a servant suddenly walked in and reported to his master.

"Mr. Victor Hugo has arrived!"

The living room was instantly plunged into a bigger commotion than before, but the owner of the room was still calm, smiling and clapping her hands with a fan.

"Ah, today's guests are finally here!" (To be continued......)