Chapter 208: Absolute

The capital of the Kingdom of Barron, Norton.

In the spacious and luxurious study, a thin man sat on the sofa and lit himself a cigar, his face was thin, his eyes were deeply sunken, and his eyebrows were sparse, making him look gloomy and strange. Ordinary people feel fear at most when they see a person with a fierce face, but he belongs to the type that makes people feel unwarranted fear when they look at it, and this feeling is like a poisonous snake is sometimes more dangerous than a beast.

The burning tobacco was particularly conspicuous in the dimly lit study, and a faint white smoke rose from it, and the Count of Henrietta would have recognized the gloomy man at a glance, the honorary president of the Literary Society, Vaugne Hall, the next contestant in the election of the president of the Literary Society, and a man who would do anything to get to the top.

"Tuk Tuk~"

There was a knock on the door, and a dusty young man walked in, put down the paperwork in his hand, and began to tell about what he had seen in the city of Elroy.

"Fairy tales?"

"Yes, Harvey Adrian doesn't deny that it was his own work, it's a sample I bought from a street vendor."

"It's hiring painters, it's writing fairy tales, what do our great writers want to do?" Vaughn snuffed out the cigar in his hand, and stared at the humble book with a grim look: "You can go back and continue to monitor Harvey Adrian's movements, and don't let go of any information, even if it's just chasing after the wind." โ€

"Yes, Mr. Hall." The young man bowed, put on his hat and left the study.

Vaughn came to the window, stared at the scenery outside the window, and muttered: "Devon Henrietta has not done anything during this time, he is not a person who can bear the temperament, and he will not be indifferent to the rumors, I would like to see what other hands you have." โ€

"Harvey Adrian, young but a man, unfortunately in the wrong position. With the exception of "The Count of Monte Cristo", there is no such thing as a sensation, and "The Dark Age" is at best a cleverly conceived, "Frozen"? What else can a fairy tale written for children set off? โ€

"No, perhaps Harvey Adrian should not be regarded as a simple author, he invented the photographic crystal technology, it is difficult for him to attack him on this alone, and now he can only try his best to suppress it while he has not had time to create, no matter how popular "The Count of Monte Cristo" is, the position of the literary world and the social world is different, and the literary world is his home field, completely suppress him, seize the position of president in one go, and when the dust settles, it will be too late for him to do something."

"Devon Henrietta." Vaughn scoffed: "Maybe he thinks a little too much about him, he really thinks that Harvey Adrian can stand up to the entire literary world?" Do you really think that winning the Bauhinia Medal represents Norton's literature? Now the power of public opinion in the Norton literary world is completely in his own hands, and Devon Henrietta's only trump card, "Norton Night", has also been accused by many authors of his stupid articles published on impulse, and he has killed himself! โ€

"Now." Vaughn turned and fixed his eyes on Frozen on the table, he had always acted cautiously, never giving his enemies any chance to fight back.

He lit the oil lamp on his desk, sat back and flipped through Frozen.

When the moon outside the window was gradually setting and the city was far away with a touch of fish belly white, Volne put down the "Frozen" in his hand, and he finished reading this fairy tale in one night's work.

"Not bad~ Yes, because it is a fairy tale genre that uses a lot of gorgeous rhetoric, and the words and sentences described are also very innovative, and adults will not feel bored when they read it, and indeed only Harvey Adrian can write this taste." Volyn himself is an author, and he has some good literary accomplishments, so he naturally has the ability to appreciate one.

He did not hesitate to praise it, and immediately sneered: "But fairy tales are fairy tales after all, and there is no good and evil in the adult world, only interests." โ€

After watching "Frozen", he thoroughly grasped this fairy tale, judging that its literary or artistic value is far from enough to put on the table, "Frozen" is an excellent fairy tale, but it is far from enough for the author of "The Count of Monte Cristo", far from helping Harvey Adrian to sit on the title of the Bauhinia Medal.

Vaughn picked up the hand-cranked phone on the table, and now that "Frozen" was here, he had to do something to suppress the momentum of Harvey and Count Henrietta.

Now he can't let go of any opportunity to suppress Harvey and Count Henrietta, especially recently the two have not moved in the face of crazy public criticism, which makes Vaughn feel uneasy in his heart, and he doesn't know what hole cards Harvey and Henrietta have, the only thing he can and must do is to completely suppress the two, at least before the election, and make their reputations worthless.

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"Absolutely, God still has someone to help hype!"

Harvey got today's newspaper, and almost didn't squirt out the milk in his mouth when he looked at it, thinking that Norton's turmoil would not involve him, but he didn't expect that even the newspapers in El Roy City would dare to publish remarks that smear him, or for "Frozen", which has been circulating on the market for a long time.

[Elroy Morning News: "Talent exhausted? A story for children. โ€ใ€‘

The headline of the newspaper almost did not directly state that this was a response to the circulating Review of Frozen, and the whole content did not mention Harvey's name, but it was a strange insinuation that Harvey could not come up with a better work to refute Norton's popular accusations that he did not deserve the Bauhinia Award.

The city of Elroy is the city where Harvey lives, and the huge economic and fame effect that Harvey has brought to the city of Elroy, in a sense, Harvey's face is the face of the city of Elroy, and the people who wrote this report are either ignorant and follow the trend, or they are ready to be driven out of the city in disrepute.

Despite the saying that reality is better than bizarre, Harvey really couldn't believe that the newspaper published such a publication review in order to win attention.

Harvey thought about it again, before the crossing, some people did stupid things on the Internet to win attention, and now he was a little uncertain.

Hype is Harvey's idea in passing, and if the artist hadn't sold Frozen, he wouldn't have had to do it, hype would have been able to raise the profile of Frozen, laying the groundwork for comics and animation, but it would have been too much trouble after all.

Harvey couldn't come to a conclusion in his heart, and Nya, a female painter with a bite of bread in her mouth, came behind Harvey, and when she saw the headline of the newspaper, her face turned red, and she wanted to say something and was swallowed by the bread.

Seeing this, Shirley hurriedly handed her a year's warm milk, and Niya swallowed the bread in embarrassment and waved her fist and said angrily: "It's all those guys' fault!" It was obviously Mr. Adrian's reference for those guys' paintings, but he shamelessly sold them, without any kind of character that an artist should have! โ€

Harvey put down the newspaper and glanced at her, and said angrily, "That one aside, I said Nia, you've been eating breakfast here for a week." โ€

"Thank you, the breakfast was delicious, the bread was soft and sweet, the bacon was very tasty, it would be nice if I could put a little more salt, the milk was delicious, I haven't had such a hearty breakfast for a long time." Niya nodded with a satisfied expression.

Harvey froze for a moment, feeling that he and Niya's brain waves were definitely not on the same frequency.

"Please be quiet while eating." Diana elegantly touched her mouth with a napkin and reminded in a light tone.

Shirley next to her smiled apologetically.

Niya smiled and beckoned to Shirley: "Teacher, then I'll go to the studio first." โ€

Niya complained in front of Shirley that she came here to work in a hurry from home, and most of the time she didn't even have time to eat breakfast. Breakfast is prepared by Shirley, and it doesn't take effort to prepare one more serving, but the atmosphere is much more lively at breakfast time.