Chapter 84 Gene-derived skills

Paris, Saint-Germain district.

A salon is being held in a luxurious villa on the east side of Saint-Germain Avenue.

Mrs. Varville, the owner of the villa, listened to the guests' philosophical words and clapped gently intoxicatedly from time to time.

The servants brought plates of snacks and fruits in front of each guest, or filled empty wine glasses with expensive wine.

After several young people gave their warm-up speeches, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair stood up. Before he could speak, he received a burst of cheers from the guests:

"Mr. Marat, I'm just waiting to hear your opinion!"

"The highlight of today is here."

"Mr. Marat, your report was so well written that I read it several times!"

"Everyone, be quiet and let Mr. Marat say..."

Mara smiled and touched her chest, then raised her right hand and said loudly:

"Today, I want to talk about the most decadent and darkest place in Paris, that is the High Court!

"Everyone should have heard that just two days ago, they sent publishing police to harass the "Paris Business" newspaper office for no reason, and even tried to seal it down!

"Those lunatics, filthy maggots! They used the power of censorship to prevent many truth-revealing articles from being published in the Paris Business Journal. They are the enemies of freedom!

"Those sanctimonious judges think that newspapers and books and periodicals are playthings that can be manipulated at will, and that they can control people's thoughts..."

His speech was sharp and sharp, and his tone and demeanor were extremely contagious. In terms of his ability to incite emotions, his absolute combat effectiveness was off the charts.

Dozens of people sitting around him expressed their approval from time to time and responded with warm applause.

These people are all very influential journalists in Paris, and Marat is the most authoritative opinion leader in this circle.

After Marat set the tone with a brilliant speech, the entire salon was centered around attacking the High Court. Mrs. Varville urged the recorders with admiration to write down all the speeches.

Mara picked up the wine in front of him and made a gesture of approval to the reporter who was giving a speech. Then he turned to the young reporter with flying hair and sharp eyes sitting on the right and whispered:

"Viscount Desmoulins, my old friend, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Desmoulin nodded respectfully:

"Yes, I haven't seen you for more than half a year. I always wanted to visit you, but I was afraid of disturbing you."

Mara smiled and said:

"You know, you're always welcome. By the way, I remember you served as a judge on the High Court for a few years, right?"

Desmoulin's face turned red and he said angrily:

"Yes, there is such a thing. Just, as you said, it was a dirty, dirty place. I, I couldn't stand it, so I resigned and became a reporter. I, my father every time Every time I meet, everyone will scold me for this."

Mara's voice became even lower:

"Then you should know a lot about those corrupt judges, right?"

Desmoulins said:

"Know, know a lot. I, I even left some certificates and evidence."

Mara's eyes suddenly lit up and he said solemnly:

"We must be like soldiers and bravely expose the crimes of those guys to the people!"

Desmoulin nodded seriously:

"I, I listen to you! Yes, by the way, I know a few friends who have worked in the court. He, they must also want to do something!"

...

Just one day later, a large number of manuscripts were sent from Desmoulin's apartment to various newspapers in Paris.

Unlike previous articles that analyzed the pros and cons of the court system or criticized the courts for interfering with freedom of the press, this article contains real cases.

There are numerous cases of high court judges taking bribes and corruption, causing countless tragedies.

Not only is the description of the case clear, but the text is also very provocative, and it seems to be written by an author at first glance.

Naturally, this kind of thing did not dare to be published in newspapers, but the team that produced the pamphlet felt like a treasure and began to type and print it overnight.

Of course, there are also bold newspapers, such as the tabloid "Paris Morning", which directly published these cases without passing censorship.

Early the next morning thousands of pamphlets containing the dirty deeds of the Superior Court judges began to circulate throughout Paris.

Real cases are far more likely to resonate with readers than any theory or policy analysis, especially the tragic fate of the victims in the case, which made countless Paris citizens angry.

The protest skills in the French people's genes were instantly activated. Not long after, hundreds of citizens, led by some reporters, spontaneously gathered outside the High Court, shouting curses and protests. The brave ones threw dirt and feces into the court walls.

After another half a day, citizens discovered that the police were only wandering around the perimeter of the High Court and did not pay attention to the protesting crowd, so they joined in one after another, and the number continued to increase.

The women formed a "logistics team" to distribute bread and drinking water to everyone, which attracted homeless people to participate in the protest.

There were also more and more street speeches, and the speakers could even receive written speeches - written by Marat, absolutely full of provocation - which caused the audience to shout excitedly.

At the intersection of Cerpent Street, a man wearing a dark gray long coat shook his head and said something to the fat man next to him with a troubled expression.

An excited voice came from not far away and attracted the attention of the two people, "...the so-called justice and morality of those judges are actually just silver coins! Miss Anger's family property was shamelessly awarded to the villain by them, and she But he was driven out of the house in the cold wind and snow..."

They glanced at the few policemen chatting not far away, and curiously squeezed into the crowd around the speaker.

The speech continued, "But even so, according to the confusing judgment, she still owed the villain a large amount of money! Do you know her ending? She died of exhaustion in the technical court when she was twenty-three years old. In the laundry room, covered with frostbite..."

The man in the gray coat felt a surge of anger in his chest. He pinched the script in his pocket and said to the fat man:

"I have decided to rehearse this play when I get back!"

The fat man also looked indignant and nodded vigorously:

"Then it will be performed at the Comédie-France next Wednesday?"

"No!" said the man in gray coat, "Free street performance, let more people see it, I will pay for it!"

He was the leader of the theater company that had collaborated with Paris Business News and performed "Breaking the Sky".

When he just went to talk to the newspaper about adapting the drama from the subsequent novel, Denico gave him a script. The content was about an Ottoman judge collecting black money, which was actually an allusion to the Paris High Court.

He originally didn't want to take the role, as he would be challenged by the censorship department at any time, but the speech he just gave made him decide to be a warrior!

What's more, if you star in this drama, you can get a contract from Paris Business Daily to adapt the novel into a drama for the next year.