Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Paris, a club that few people know.

Candlelight in the early morning fills the luxuriously furnished room with plenty of light. Wines from top wineries are stacked on the table one glass after another. The luxurious perfume is uncapped and volatilizes wantonly. taste.

There are a total of ten people here, and half of them have bad faces. They heard about the failure to capture "Wang Qiu", and those subordinates who did dirty things for themselves also went to prison.

"Tough methods are used, but soft ones are also used. This person just doesn't take soft and hard methods."

"Didn't you catch anything?"

"Damn it, this guy has dealt with literati since he came to France, and even those literati who follow the wind are willing to cover him up and refuse to give perjury."

"Private life?"

"Clean and clean, I have never hired prostitutes or lovers when I came to France, and I have never exposed any excess skin. I am more conservative than the nuns in Notre Dame de Paris. Otherwise, how could the high-ranking officials and nobles be so greedy. "

"If there is no problem, there can be problems." Hearing their discussion, another aristocratic young man who was eating, drinking and having fun said casually, "Just find a local ruffian and sue him for 'sodomy' and 'prostitution', and he will be finished."

The other people present burst out laughing, thinking of the legal process in their own country, as long as there is sufficient evidence, the forensic doctor has the right to conduct a physical examination on the accused, that process has no dignity at all, and the judgment method is only to look at the buttocks after traces.Once "Wang Qiu" came into their hands and was forcibly detained for inspection, it was too easy to change the result.

However, the framing they negotiated often led to errors in the implementation process.

These rascals either disappeared halfway, or were reported and sent to prison, and then a highly respected French writer appeared to testify for Wang Qiu, claiming that the other party was a guest at his home in those few days, and had absolutely nothing to do with those scumbags.

After a few downs, the court judges and recorders got bored.

The wolf has come too many times!

In the middle of the prosecution, the accuser disappeared, and only the accused appeared in court on time, as if he was not humiliated by being accused of "sodomy", and in turn comforted everyone.

"An innocent person, no matter how many times he is accused, is innocent, and an experienced judge, no matter how many times he participates in the trial, he is serious. I can stand in court and get everyone's understanding without defending myself. , which is something I should be proud of."

"France gave me an extraordinary experience as an expat."

"I'm very glad that all those who accused me finally gave up their accusations. They would rather bear the pressure that I don't know, and want to return my innocence."

"They're great."

Ma Shengqiu also bowed to the seat where the accuser did not come.

The accused person expressed forgiveness and respect to the target of his accusation without any resentment. It was an unprecedented tolerance, which caused an uproar among the bystanders present.

The Frenchman couldn't help but shine on his face.

Those people were not afraid of power, dared to fight, and did not let the oriental beauty Wang Qiu, who came to Paris to visit, fall into the quagmire, and they are still honored.

The judge was well aware of the fact that someone kept accusing Wang Qiu. It was nothing more than someone trying to punish Wang Qiu. The more so, the more it proved that the other party had not made a mistake, and the perpetrator had no choice but to rely on framing way to insult this foreign oriental.

Seeing the gentle eyes of the young man without any dissatisfaction, the judge sighed. He heard that the oriental man repaid his grievances with kindness, and then used money to subsidize the family of the missing person and cover the expensive court fees.Not only that, the Oriental is most famous in France for paying the debts of the deceased French writers, repairing the tombstones, and settling the helpless wives and children of those people.

All French writers can feel Wang Qiu's kindness, which is the readers' pure respect for the writers, so that they don't have to worry about weeds growing in the cemetery after they die.

Someone will always visit them and talk about the reputation they have left in this world.

Wang Qiu in the state of not being urged to change is a great kind person.

People are beautiful, and hearts are even more beautiful.

At the end of July, in a short period of time, more than [-] domestic and foreign writers co-signed to prove Wang Qiu's innocence in newspapers and magazines, claiming that the other party had nothing to do with the crimes.Some writers joked: "Mr. Wang Qiu is very beautiful, but he only shows his true face when he is pressuring for manuscripts. He is called a 'writer's nightmare'. He sits at my house all day and still wants to watch me write."

This old judge once applauded Hugo's defense of his son, and he is willing to lead others to stand up together to safeguard the last piece of pure land in France.

"The law is fair, respect foreign friends, and will not wrong anyone."

"I and everyone present are willing to believe in your noble character like gold."

"Paris welcomes you."

"Close the court!"

The judge put an end to this absurd identification.

The cheers of countless people appeared!

The Parisians welcomed the literary-loving Oriental out of the court, as if seeing a winner. The reporters took pictures of this scene to witness Wang Qiu's safe walk out.

Jules Verne was waiting for Wang Qiu outside the court. During this time, he was almost driven crazy by the chaos in Paris. Someone came to him behind the scenes and threatened him to testify against his friend.

"Qiu, you actually forgive them?" Jules Verne admired but couldn't understand.

"Yes." Ma Shengqiu also clenched his fists to his lips, with a smile in his eyes, "They all abandoned evil and followed good."

Those who do not want to abandon evil and follow good will all go to hell.

"I'm going to visit Mr. Nobel today. Will Mr. Verne go?"

"No, I have nothing to say to profit-seeking businessmen."

Jules Verne shook his head, hearing that the factory run by Nobel often had accidents.

"Temporary parting." Ma Shengqiu also said goodbye to Jules Verne at the intersection, and hugged the person who accompanied him to the court, "Sir, remember to continue writing "Mysterious Island" when you go back, and wait for me to come back to see you tomorrow." The fruits of the week's labor." Hearing that he was checking the manuscript, Jules Verne wanted to grease the soles of his feet and escape from the other party's sight.

"Oh." Ma Shengqiu also muttered, "Every writer is like this."

Thinking of those joint writers, a smile almost overflowed his face.

More than 100 writers.

Most of the people were strangers to him, and when converted to people with supernatural powers, it was equivalent to hundreds of people with supernatural abilities in Europe vouching for themselves.If he guessed correctly, Oscar Wilde was running around in a hurry, and made a lot of effort in Ireland.

Even Rimbaud and Verlaine, who traveled far abroad, contributed to him, everyone's recognition gathered into a force that moved the court.

This romantic capital of literature bursts out with the brilliance of humanitarianism.

"I used to write and save people in Wenye World, so that one day, I could form a good relationship, and those people with supernatural powers could help me."

"Now...it's all done."

Ma Shengqiu also hired a carriage, and the driver, who was also French romantic, yelled for him on the way to Malakoff Street, singing love songs that he could not understand.The singing hovered over the sky at the end of the nineteenth century, and white doves flew through the Arc de Triomphe.

In front of Aso Qiuya, it seemed as if he could see writers with different demeanors. They did not have the good-looking faces in Wenye, but their essence was the same.

【Which writer doesn't love his loyal readers? 】

Malakoff Avenue, where Alfred Bernard Nobel bought a luxury villa, and when he received Akiya Aso, he was outside the laboratory in the yard.

The middle-aged Nobel said with a smile: "My friend, welcome back."

Ma Shengqiu has also had a long-standing friendship with him. Since the opening of the Dynamite Company, he has sent flower baskets and Mr. Shelley's poems as congratulatory words.Later, with the upgrading of his investment business, he came into contact with a wider range of human relationships. Unfortunately, Nobel's company was abroad, and the two had no chance to meet.

When they met for the first time, Ma Shengqiu gave Nobel a collection of Shelley's poems.

Hardcover edition, first-class design, translated into Swedish.

The preface at the beginning comes from the poet Shelley: [The past belongs to Death, and the future belongs to oneself. 】

Ma Shengqiu also has his own feelings about this, and the same goes for Nobel, who lost his father and younger brother because of the explosives industry, and went from being respected to being reviled.

This July is the year of Mr. Shelley's death, and the copyright expires automatically, so the Stewed Pigeon Publishing House can organize and publish the poetry collection for Mr. Shelley.Sweden is the motherland of Nobel, and this is the best gift for Nobel who likes Shelley.

"The last time I heard that you were going to publish my work, I was taken aback." Nobel pointed to the laboratory, "Look, everyone thinks that I should stay in the laboratory."

Ma Shengqiu did not hide the reason for his interest: "It is precisely because Mr. Nobel is a man of business that I am full of desire to see the content of your literary works. A writer's life experience often adds mystery to the work. feel."

Nobel said deliberately: "Maybe it will disappoint you."

Of course he was looking forward to publishing it, but he was ashamed to submit a manuscript and worried about the critics' poisonous tongue.

"Not afraid." Ma Shengqiu replied with a smile.

Nobel procrastinated and procrastinated, but he was still unable to persuade the oriental man who had just finished the lawsuit. His literary dream involuntarily occupied his brain, urging him to submit the manuscript.

Nobel called the maid, and the maid brought him a manuscript that had already been prepared.

"Mr. Editor, I am convinced. You are indeed the 'natural enemy' in the eyes of writers. You have successfully taken away one of my most precious things from me."

"Thank you, Mr. Nobel, I believe there are many other equally precious things."

"...No more, just this one."

"Oh."

Ma Shengqiu also looked at Nobel meaningfully, and Nobel didn't panic at all. How could a business tycoon be afraid of such a trivial thing as lying.

Aso Qiu also looked at the title of the manuscript: "In the Brightest Africa?"

Nobel's calm face blushed a little.

The novel ten years ago was edited by him and handed over to Wang Qiu.

Ma Shengqiu also caught the other party's expression, laughed from the bottom of his heart, and asked the other party's opinion on the surface: "How much does Mr. Nobel want each book to be priced?"

Nobel really wanted to say "free distribution", but he couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart.

Nobel said mildly: "The normal price is fine."

Aso Qiu also nodded: "Okay, 5 francs a copy."

When Nobel thought of the price tag in the bookstore, he immediately said, "It's too expensive, 1 franc!"

Tangtang, who earns 40000 francs a day and whose annual income is higher than that of Mr. Darcy in "Pride and Prejudice", humbly thinks that selling "5 francs" is too expensive when publishing books. Aso witnessed this special scene Qiu also admired.

This is a newcomer who has just entered the threshold of literature.

"Mr. Nobel, you must have confidence in your literary works!"

"..." No, what should I do?

After the editor chatted with the writer who he tricked into signing the contract, and signed the contract, Nobel invited Ma Shengqiu to have afternoon tea, suddenly laughed and said: "When you were the editor, I almost ignored your appearance. It’s amazing when you come down, what’s the reason?”

Ma Shengqiu also said: "Congratulations, have you suffered from writer's syndrome since today?"

"Are there no writers to pester you?" Nobel asked.

Ma Shengqiu also turned a blind eye to the attitude of gossip, "I am very dedicated."

Nobel leaned against the lumbar pillow of the chair, rubbed his wrists, his hands were sore from writing recently, "Have you never had any interesting love stories with any writer?"

Aso Qiu also thought: There are short stories, but not the one you want to know.

"I have no way to love the next person." Ma Shengqiu also smiled lightly, "Do you think I'm not afraid of weirdness, why do I wrap my skin every day?"

Nobel was stunned.

Since more people paid attention, Ma Shengqiu also wore a silk scarf for herself to prevent the high collar of the shirt from being able to completely cover the scar.He gently pulled the silk scarf, the skin at the neckline was as fair as his cheeks, but there were horrible stitching marks on it.

"Mr. Nobel, this is the wound left by a love."

"Before it healed, at any moment I felt like my head was going to fall off and roll around on the ground and scare everyone around me."

"I regard literature as my healing sacrament."

"Every book, every masterpiece handed down from generation to generation is something I dream of."

"I have the same wish as you—"

Ma Shengqiu also tied a silk scarf for himself, and said to Nobel, who softened his eyes: "I want to make literature in this world flourish, so that every writer can get money, honor, and praise in life and after death through writing. "

Nobel hadn't reached his old age yet, so he hadn't thought about making a will, but after Aso Akiya's words, he had a vague idea.

That was the embryonic form of the Nobel Prize in Literature...

On July [-], the fearful Persian king asked his prince to confirm that cholera was under control, and he came to the Vienna World Expo slowly.He praised the queen of Austria vigorously, and found that he had missed the rare oriental beauty, and was very annoyed.

A British nobleman said with a half-smile: "I heard that Mr. Wang Qiu went to France and was warmly welcomed by the Parisians, who brought him to court several times."

The British laughed one after another.

My fellows, that's how you French treat beauties.

The King of Persia looked thoughtfully at the French nobles, but none of them seemed to hear them, as if they were gentlemen who dismissed homosexuality in private.

In fact, they cursed secretly, losing face and not catching anyone!

"When you come to Vienna, you won't give me face if you don't play for a few more days." The Austrian king enthusiastically retained the nobles from all over the world, held banquets every night, and kept these most dangerous nobles in Austria, which was his return to Wang Qiu Gift.

Bertha Kinski asked her father secretly, "Is Mr. Wang Qiu in trouble?"

The Generalissimo of Austria laughed and said: "He is a cunning, intelligent and skilled man. Without absolute power and numbers to suppress him, others cannot trap him."

Bertha Kinski heard admiration: "I will also find such a husband in the future!"

The Austrian Generalissimo teased: "Why don't you look for Wang Qiu?"

Bertha Kinski wrinkled her nose and said dejectedly: "I don't want to compete with men for men, those guys—" She pointed at the nobles, "Everyone is judged by their faces, as long as they look good, they Just want to sleep."

The Austrian Generalissimo was dumbfounded.

"Bertha, you have to keep your eyes open. There are not many good men."

"I understand that I wouldn't pick on the French."

Bertha Kinski has someone she likes in Austria, but she met Wang Qiu, who has high aesthetics, and she wants her husband to be a hero who can read and write.

Of course, it’s even better if you look good!

August.

Aso Qiuya's great business of making money has not stopped.

Last month, he hired a senior technician from a French rubber factory at a high price, signed a confidential contract, and provided the core opinion of the pneumatic tire: he asked to add an inflatable tube to the solid rubber tire to ensure that the tube would not be easy. rupture.

In this way, it didn't take long to solve the problem of pneumatic rubber tires.

Its production is not difficult, mainly because the price of bicycles is high, and the rubber is imported from Brazil. There are not many people in contact with it, and it lacks a spark of inspiration from the times.

The bicycle was invented by the French as early as the last century, and was further improved by the German Karl Dries, who applied for multi-national patents.The bicycles of this period are very close to modern bicycles. They have all the handlebars, chains, and pedals that should be available. The wheels are traditional solid tires. Except for bumps, there is no big problem.

The owner of the bicycle patent passed away 20 years ago, and the patent protection period has expired for more than 40 years. This is obviously a space left for the traversers to play.

Aso also applied for two patents in an orderly manner, one for the invention of pneumatic rubber tires, and the other for the appearance of a modern bicycle.

Holding the patent and a newest bicycle, Ma Shengqiu also had a business negotiation with Nobel. Nobel wanted to buy out the two patents, but Ma Shengqiu also ruthlessly rejected them.Afterwards, the two engaged in a whole day of intense negotiations to finalize the cooperation process: small-scale production first, to see the market response, and then establish the first bicycle factory in France as a joint venture, and determine the dividend according to the proportion of funds injected by both parties.

Every time a bicycle is sold, Ma Shengqiu can also get a small dividend fee and a patent fee of 25 francs (equivalent to 1 pound).

This means that by selling [-] bicycles, he can achieve financial freedom and buy Oscar Wilde a piece of British land waiting to be rented for retirement.

Thinking about it, Ma Shengqiu also felt quite sad.

It's not easy being a landlord these days.

Afterwards, Ma Shengqiu also met Oscar Wilde who came here in a hurry.

Wilde, who has matured a lot, changed his hairstyle and his cheeks became thinner. After hearing about what happened to Akiya Aso, he didn't think about food and tea. On the way to help find a writer to make a statement, he successfully slimmed down and became a handsome Irish guy.

"Qiu, let's go back to England."

"I'm giving you money to buy land, this is the guarantee of your future food and clothing!"

"My God..."

Oscar Wilde patted his forehead.

No matter how much money I spend recklessly, I won't be able to survive by relying on autumn!

Ma Shengqiu did not leave any psychological shadow in France, and said positively: "Oscar, come with me to see Mr. Verne, Mr. Nobel, and attend the Salon of Mallarmé. I will tell everyone I know in France. introduce to you!"

His dark eyes are full of brilliance and courage, and it seems that he wants to give the best to Oscar Wilde, giving him a grand stage as an adult.

"There are bad guys and there are good guys here, but what I introduced to you—"

"Must be the best ones!"

Oscar Wilde was like a child whose hands were stuffed with presents, and the words "I don't care about this, I just want to go back to England" disappeared again.

He thought of how the newspaper described Wang Qiu's performance in court.

[The man's body is covered with light. 】

"Isn't autumn uncomfortable in France?"

"Oscar, the world won't wait for me to adapt, only I will adapt to the world."

Aso Shuya holds a cane in both hands, his eyes are penetrating, and his posture follows Fumino's Natsume Soseki invisibly, passing on his profound experience of the world to the younger generations.

"Where I fall, I will stand up."

……

In a London prison, Oscar Wilde chewed on this sentence in his dream: "Where I fall, I will rise up..."

His lover broke up with him, but he huddled in prison dejectedly, did not even participate in the British military parade in June, and abandoned himself like a coward.

The news that made him even more heartbroken came that Percy went home and got engaged.

He is out of love.

For the first time, he was afraid of getting out of prison, afraid of being laughed at by all kinds of eyes, people should laugh at how bad Wilde's eyes are.

Oscar Wilde folded his hands behind his head, recalled the past, and found that he was the most free and at ease before interacting with Posey, and it was Ma Shengqiu who recommended a nemesis for him.

He is bitter, this is the price of looking at his face.

Percy is stupid, empty-headed, ignorant, and narrow-minded, but—he can't regret it, the proud Wilde has his own beliefs!

"Isn't it just a failure once? Smart people will always find the next one!"

Oscar Wilde dials the phone inside the prison.

"Hey, I want to get out of prison and tell the people above-I'm tired of staying."

And then.

In order to test Wilde's mentality, the British government also arranged a date for Wilde to mend his emotional wounds.Oscar Wilde thought that the government had been merciful for a while, wept bitterly, and vowed to definitely give the government face, and associate with people who passed the government's review in the future.

This idea was shattered when he saw Agatha Christie on the opposite side.

Oscar Wilde's face turned green, and he suddenly realized the reason for his colleagues' pity when they picked him up—sacrificing one of you for the benefit of all of us.

"Good day, Mr. Wilde."

"...Help, I'm going back to prison, don't date this woman!!!"

Damn, the British government is trying to kill him!

There is only one reason why Agatha Christie dated the Transcendence: to find a tool man, to give birth to a child for the British government, and when the child grows up, transfer the man's supernatural powers!

This is a patriotic black widow beauty!

……