Chapter 462

Paris, a club that few people know about.

The early morning candlelight filled the luxuriously decorated room, with ample light. Glasses of wine from top wineries were stacked on the table. Perfume was luxuriously uncovered and evaporated wantonly. Fresh fruits with water droplets were given to dignitaries.

taste.

There are ten people here, half of them with ugly faces. They heard about the failure to capture "Wang Qiu", and those subordinates who did dirty things for them were also imprisoned.

"Tough methods have been used, and soft methods have also been used. This person just won't take the soft and hard methods."

"Didn't you catch anything?"

"Damn it, this guy has been dealing with literati since he came to France. Even those literati who take advantage of the situation are willing to protect him and refuse to give false testimony."

"Private life?"

"I'm clean. I haven't hired a prostitute or a lover since I came to France. I haven't exposed any extra skin. I'm more conservative than the nuns at Notre Dame de Paris. Otherwise, how could those high-ranking officials and nobles above be so greedy?

"

"No problem, there can be problems." After hearing their discussion, another aristocratic young man who was eating, drinking and having fun said carelessly, "As long as you find a rogue and accuse him of committing 'chicken/rape/crime' and 'prostitution/crime',

He's finished."

Others present laughed loudly, thinking of the legal process in this country. As long as there is sufficient evidence, the forensic doctor has the right to conduct a physical examination on the accused. There is no dignity in the process, and the method of determination is just to open the buttocks.

/The traces of the subordinates. Once "Wang Qiu" gets into their hands and is forcibly detained for inspection, it is too easy to change the result.

However, the frame-up they negotiated often turned out to be incorrect when it came to implementation.

These scoundrels either disappeared along the way or were reported and sent to prison. Then a respected French writer appeared to testify for Wang Qiu, claiming that the other party was a guest in his home during those days and had absolutely nothing to do with those low-life villains.

After several times, the judge and recorder of the court got tired of it.

The wolf cried too many times!

Halfway through the prosecution, the accuser disappeared, and only the accused appeared in the court on time, as if he had not been charged with the humiliation of "sodomy", and in turn comforted everyone.

"An innocent person is innocent no matter how many times he is accused. An experienced judge treats him seriously no matter how many times he participates in court sessions. I can stand in court and gain everyone's understanding without having to defend myself.

, this is something I should be proud of."

“France gave me an extraordinary experience as an expat.”

"I am very fortunate that all those who accused me finally dropped their accusations. They would rather bear the pressure that I didn't know about and want to give me a clean slate."

"They are great."

Aso also bowed to the seat where the accuser did not come.

The accused expressed forgiveness and respect to the person who sued him, without a trace of resentment. It was simply unprecedented tolerance, which caused an uproar among the onlookers present.

The French couldn't help but light up their faces.

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

The judge is well aware of the situation where someone keeps accusing Wang Qiu. It is just that someone wants to punish Wang Qiu. The more so, the more it proves that the other party has not made a mistake, so that the perpetrator cannot find fault and must rely on frame-up.

way to insult this foreign orientalist.

The judge saw the young man's gentle eyes without any dissatisfaction and sighed. He heard about this Oriental's behavior of repaying evil with kindness and later using money to subsidize the missing person's family and cover the expensive court fees. Not only that, Orientals are the most famous in France.

The most important thing is that he paid off the late French writer's debts, repaired the tombstones, and settled the helpless wives and children of those people.

All French writers can feel Wang Qiu's kindness, which is the pure respect of readers for writers, so that after their death, they don't have to worry about overgrown graves.

There will always be people who will visit them and talk about the reputation they have left in this world.

Wang Qiu is a great benevolent person when he is not urging updates.

Beautiful people, even more beautiful hearts.

At the end of July, in a short period of time, more than a hundred domestic and foreign writers signed a petition to prove Wang Qiu's innocence in newspapers and magazines, claiming that he had nothing to do with the crimes. One writer even said comically: "Mr. Wang Qiu is very beautiful.

But he only showed his true face when he was urging me to write a manuscript, and he was known as the 'writer's nightmare'. He would sit bored at my house all day and watch me write."

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

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

"I and everyone here are willing to believe that your moral character is as noble as gold."

"Paris welcomes you."

"Close the court!"

The judge put an end to this absurd identification matter.

Countless people cheered!

The Parisians welcomed the literature-loving Oriental people out of the court as if they were seeing a victor. The reporters took pictures of this scene to witness Wang Qiu's safe exit.

Jules Verne was waiting for Wang Qiu outside the court. During this period, he was almost driven crazy by the chaos in Paris. Someone actually 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.

"Yeah." Aso Qiuya put his fist to his lips, with a smile in his eyes, "They have all abandoned evil and embraced good."

Those who do not want to abandon evil and do 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, knowing that accidents often occurred in the factories run by Nobel.

"We are separated for now." Aso Qiu also said goodbye to Jules Verne at the intersection and hugged the person who accompanied him to the court. "Sir, remember to continue writing "The Mysterious Island" when you go back. Wait for me to come back to see you tomorrow.

The fruits of a week's work." Upon hearing the manuscript being checked, Jules Verne wanted to grease his soles and escape from the other party's sight.

"Alas." Aso Qiuya muttered, "How come every writer is like this?"

Thinking of those co-signed writers, the smile on his face almost overflowed.

More than a hundred writers.

Most of the people had never met him, so when converted into people with super powers, it was equivalent to hundreds of people with super powers in Europe vouching for themselves. If he guessed correctly, Oscar Wilde was running around in a hurry and made a lot of efforts in Ireland.

Even Rimbaud and Verlaine, who were traveling abroad, contributed their strength to him, and everyone's recognition gathered into a force that moved the court.

This romantic capital of literature has blossomed with the brilliance of humanitarianism.

"Once upon a time, I wrote and saved people in the literary world, just so that one day I could form a good relationship and those with supernatural powers could help me."

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

Aso also invited a carriage, and the coachman was also a French romantic. He shouted for him on the way to Malakoff Street and sang a love song that he did not understand. The singing hovered in the sky at the end of the 19th century.

The white dove flew up and passed through the Arc de Triomphe.

In front of Aso Qiuya's eyes, he seemed to be able to see literary giants with different styles. They didn't have the good-looking faces of Bunnozai, but their essence was the same.

[What writer doesn’t love his loyal readers?]

Alfred Bernard Nobel bought a luxurious villa on Malakoff Street. When he received Aso Qiuya, it was outside the laboratory in the courtyard.

The middle-aged Nobel smiled and said: "My friend, you are welcome to come back."

Aso Qiuya has been close to him for a long time. Ever since the yellow/color/dynamite/explosive company opened, he has sent flower baskets and Mr. Shelley's poems as words of congratulations. Later, as his investment business upgraded, he

I have come into contact with a wider range of interpersonal relationships. Unfortunately, Nobel's company is abroad and the two of them did not have the opportunity to meet. The real meeting was in late July during the frantic period.

When they first met, Aso gave Nobel a copy of Shelley's poetry collection.

The hardcover version has a first-class design and the translated content is in Swedish.

The preface at the beginning comes from the poet Shelley: "The past belongs to Death, the future belongs to yourself."

Aso Aki also had his own feelings about this. He lost his father and younger brother because of the explosives industry. The same goes for Nobel, who went from being respected to being reviled.

This July is the 51st year since Mr. Shelley’s death, and the copyright automatically expires, so Stewed Pigeon Press can organize and publish Mr. Shelley’s poetry collection. Sweden is the homeland of Nobel, and this is a great opportunity for Nobel who likes Shelley.

For Bell - the best gift.

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

Aso Qiu did not hide the reason for his interest: "It is precisely because Mr. Nobel is a career man that I am full of desire to see the content of your literary works. A writer's life experience can often add mystery to his works.

feel."

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

Of course he was looking forward to publishing it, but he was too shy to submit it and worried about the harsh words of critics.

"Not afraid." Aso Qiuya replied with a smile.

Nobel delayed and delayed, but still could not persuade this Oriental who had just concluded his lawsuit to leave. 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 been prepared.

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

"Thank you Mr. Nobel, I believe there are many equally precious things."
To be continued...