Fox of France

"How to tell who is our friend and who is our enemy?" Joseph smiled, "My brother, you finally asked a less stupid question. Well, Napoleon, think about it, what kind of question? People want changes in their lives? What kind of people want to maintain the status quo?"

　　 Without the conversation, perhaps Napoleon would immediately say: "Those who are brave, adventurous and heroic want to change; those who are mediocre, without ideals and ambitions want to maintain the status quo."

But now, Napoleon has basically followed Joseph’s ideas, and of course he will not make such a stupid answer, so he thought for a while and replied: "I am dissatisfied with reality, thinking that he should be able to get more shares. People want revolution; people who are satisfied with the current way of distribution want to maintain the status quo. Well, Joseph, do you mean that?"

"Ah, Napoleon." Joseph laughed. "Although I often say that you are stupid, in fact, you are smarter than most people. Your idea is right. Well, now you should think about it. , Who are your friends for your revolution, and who will be your enemy. I don’t think it is a bad idea for you to write "History of Corsica"."

　　 "What do you mean?" Napoleon asked thoughtfully.

"Writing "History of Corsica" can provide you with an opportunity to contact the entire Corsican society-everyone from the top to the bottom. Taking this opportunity, you can do a comprehensive survey of Corsica so that you can Corsica has a comprehensive understanding. Well, my brother, you have to know that without sufficient investigation, there will be no accurate judgments and no right to speak."

　　 Napoleon thought for a while, nodded and said: "Joseph, what you said makes sense. I'll do that first."

　　 "Well, let me tell you, you..." Joseph was about to tell Napoleon some future generations about how to conduct social investigations, but he heard a knock on the door outside.

　　 "Who is it?" Joseph asked as he walked towards the door.

　　 "It's me, Amang." Amang's voice came from outside.

　　 Joseph opened the door and saw Amon standing outside with two dark circles under his eyes, looking as if he was not getting enough sleep or drinking too much of some "Heber's wine", and he was still carrying a bag in his hand.

　　 "Amon? Come in and sit down." Joseph brought Amon in and dragged a chair to him.

　　 "I am a mess here, I hope you don't mind." Joseph said, putting away the draft paper on the table.

　　 "Ah, it's okay. My place is even more messy." Amang smiled, "Well, do you have wine here? I'm so thirsty that I can smoke all the way."

　　 "Nothing." Joseph smiled and shook his head, "My friend, you know I don't drink much. Well, I only have white water here. Okay?"

　　 "Damn it! Forget it, as long as it's liquid! I know you can't count on that." Amon said.

　　 "Ah, Napoleon, go and help me get the kettle." Joseph turned his head to Napoleon.

　　 Napoleon went over to get the kettle.

　　 "Is this your brother?" Amon asked.

　　 "Yes, this is my silly brother." Joseph asked casually.

　　 "I think if he wears ancient clothes, he will be a living His Majesty Peping, even Alexander the Great." Amon said, "You may be too harsh on your brother."

　　 Hearing this evaluation, Joseph couldn't help but stare at Amang, scanning from top to bottom many times, and he could not help but ask, "Is there anything dirty on my face?"

　　 "No." Joseph replied, "I'm just seeing if you haven't woken up from'Heber's Jelly'."

"Ah, do you think I'm talking nonsense?" Aman immediately replied in an aria-like tone, "vulgar people, you must know the greatest prophets in the world, the darlings of Apollo, which one is not In that mysterious fascination, tell the truth about the world? You think I’m talking nonsense, because I’ve never seen your brother before? Stupid mortal, you don’t know, this is divine intuition at work, It was in this god-given madness that I saw the light in your brother's eyes and the flame in his heart at a glance. At that moment, I even thought of the statue of Alexander the Great! Believe me, my friend, you Brothers will be great in the future. Really!"

　　 Napoleon was coming over with the kettle at this time, and he was quite proud to hear Aman's evaluation of himself. As he came up to pour water, he couldn't help but looked at Joseph, his face almost blooming with laughter.

"Well, Princess Cassandra, what you said is reasonable." Joseph also replied in aria-style language, "but your visit to the humble house, your highness, will not be foreseen in advance that my brother is here, so you must ask He uttered this prophecy just like a witch uttered the prophecy to Macbeth?"

　　 Cassandra is the legendary princess of Troy and the priest of Apollo, the **** of prophecy. Because she refused Apollo's courtship, Apollo cursed her to see the future clearly, but the prophecies she made were never believed.

"Ah, you still don't believe it." Amon said, "but you just wait and see. As for the purpose of my coming here, well, of course I didn't foresee that I would meet your brother here. Well, Joseph, also Remember the script we mentioned last time? Spartacus?"

　　 "Remember, you're done?" Joseph looked at Amang in surprise, "This is not like you, Amang. This is not your style, you know, your style should be no more than 20 words a day."

"Ah, you are right. But that's just a general situation." Amon doesn't deny that he usually only writes no more than twenty words a day. "But this time is different. There is a mysterious power that drives me and makes me I keep writing endlessly. The ancient Greeks believed that tragedy writers did not actually create by themselves, but the gods created by their hands. When I was writing "Spartacus", it was like this Feeling like, the gods took my hand and asked me to write non-stop, I can’t stop even if I want to stop. Joseph, this is not my creation, but the muse is creating through me, I am just a driven record So, although this drama is faster than any of my previous creations, but the quality is overwhelming the previous ones. The previous ones are compared with this one, just like Greier (the three in Greek mythology). A gray witch, they share one eye, they are very ugly.) Same as Helenby. Would you like to take a look?"

　　 "Okay, don't be too busy praising yourself." Joseph said, "You look like a magic stick that buys an innocence talisman. Bring me the script quickly."

　　 "Here you!" Amon handed the bag in his hand to Joseph.

　　 Joseph took the bag and opened it. Inside was a stack of ordered documents.

　　 "You play by yourself first, I'll take a look first." Joseph said to Amand as he opened the manuscript.

　　 "You are free," Amang said.

　　 Napoleon also leaned in and watched with Joseph.

　　 Amang leaned his back on the back of the chair and looked around boredly. He soon noticed Louis, who was standing aside and didn't speak very much, so he started to tease Louis to talk enthusiastically.

　　 The sun came in through the window and hit Joseph's desk. Over time, this piece of sunlight crawled slowly on the table like a snail. By the time Joseph read the entire script, the sunlight had crawled from one end of the desk to the other.

　　 "How is it?" Seeing Joseph put down the manuscript, Amon asked quickly. During this period of time, although he has been teasing Louis without a single sentence, trying hard to pour the things harmful to the physical and mental health of the teenagers into Louis's head, he has actually been paying attention to the actions of Joseph and Napoleon.

Joseph didn't speak, and after a while, he sighed, turned his head and said to Napoleon: "Napoleon, I told you before that even if a person is talented, he must continue to work hard to achieve something. Take a look. The example in front of you. This **** named Amon is an out-and-out bastard, a playboy, a typical waste of life. You see that his script is very good, isn’t it? That’s because you haven’t seen him before. Compared with this, the tattered things written are completely tattered! If this **** is serious and hardworking, I am afraid that he will be able to catch up with Gao Nai, and even touch Aeschylus, Euripides, and Sophos. Klers’ heels. But this **** actually spends most of his time drinking and fooling around!... But speaking of drinking, um, Amon, your script makes people want it after reading it. Have a drink. Well, now it’s time for dinner~www.readwn.com~ How about you treat us, let's go out for a drink?"

　　 The turn was a bit hurried, and even Aman didn't react. But Amon quickly figured it out, and Joseph spoke highly of his drama.

　　 "Okay, I'll treat you." Amon was refreshed, "We are drinking and talking. I know a place where the Poitou brandy is very good..."

　　 A few people went out, called a rental carriage, and in a short while they arrived at the tavern called "May Lilac". Amon is obviously a frequent visitor here. As soon as he walked in, he greeted the boss and the proprietress who had almost twice the waist circumference of his husband, and said, "Prepare us a quieter place, and let's have another shot of brandy! "

　　 "Okay, Amon, it's still the location you often use, where you can see the Seine." The proprietress greeted loudly. The boss took them personally.

　　 A few people sat down at that table, and Amon said to the boss: "Fili, you can get something to drink, I'm not interested in looking at your unchanging menu for thousands of years."

　　 The boss responded and left. In a short while, various dishes and brandy were delivered.

　　 "Napoleon, you can drink a little, but you can't drink more than a glass. Louis, you can't drink." Joseph poured himself a full glass of wine while turning his head to his brothers.

　　 "It's unfortunate to have an older brother." Amon said.

　　 "Amon, there is still a problem with your script, and it's a big problem." Joseph said again.

　　 "What's the problem?" Amang asked quickly.

　　 "It's too sharp. If you don't make changes, you will be banned. But if you make changes, there will be no such shocking power." Joseph replied.