A skill rooted in the genes

Paris, Saint-Germain District. ♔🏆 🔥⛵

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

Madame Valville, the Villa's owner, listened attentively to the philosophical remarks of her guests, occasionally clapping softly in delight.

The Servant brought out plates of snacks and fruit and placed them in front of each guest, or refilled empty wine glasses with expensive Wine.

After several young people gave warm-up speeches, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair stood up. Before he even spoke, he was greeted with cheers from the guests.

"Mr. Marat, we eagerly await your insightful opinion!"

"The main event of the day is here."

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

"Quiet down, let Mr. Marat speak..."

Marat smiled, gestured to the surroundings with his hand on his chest, then raised his right hand and said loudly:

"Today, I want to talk about the most corrupt and darkest place in Paris: the High Court!"

"As you all probably know, just two days ago, they actually sent Publication Police to harass the Newspaper Office the Paris Business Daily without cause and even tried to shut it down!"

"Those lunatics, those filthy maggots! They abused their censorship to prevent many articles in the Paris Business Daily that revealed the truth from being published; they are the enemies of freedom!"

"Those hypocritical judges, they think newspapers and magazines are playthings they can manipulate at will, that they can control the people's thoughts..."

His speech was sharp and incisive, with a highly infectious tone and demeanor; in terms of the ability to stir emotions, his combat power was absolutely off the charts.

The dozens of people sitting around him occasionally expressed their agreement and responded with enthusiastic applause.

These are all 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 revolved around criticizing the High Court. Madame Valville, with an expression of admiration, urged the recorders to write down everything in the speech.

Marat picked up the Wine in front of him, gave an approving gesture to the reporter who was giving a speech, and then turned to the young reporter with spiky hair and sharp eyes sitting to his right and whispered:

"Viscount Desmoulins, my old friend, it's been a long time since we last met."

Desmoulins nodded respectfully:

"Yes, it's been more than half a year since I last saw you. I've been wanting to visit you, but I'm afraid of bothering you."

Marat smiled and said:

"As 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?"

Desmoulins's face flushed slightly, and he said angrily:

"Yes, that's true. Just like you said, that was a filthy place. I couldn't stand it, so I quit my job and became a reporter. Every time my father sees me, he scolds me for it."

Marat lowered his voice even further:

"Then you must know quite a bit about those corrupt judges, right?"

Desmoulins said:

"I know a lot. I even have some evidence."

Marat's eyes lit up immediately, and he solemnly said:

"We must act like soldiers, bravely exposing the crimes of those bastards to the people!"

Desmoulins nodded seriously:

"I... I'll listen to you! Oh, right, I also know a few friends who used to work at the court; they must want to do something too!"

Just one day later, a large number of manuscripts were sent from Desmoulins ' apartment to various Newspaper Office in Paris.

Unlike previous articles that analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of the court system or criticized the courts for interfering with freedom of publication, this article is based on real cases.

High Court judges have been involved in numerous cases of corruption and bribery, resulting in countless tragedies.

Not only is the case described clearly, but the writing is also highly inflammatory, clearly the work of an expert.

Such a thing was naturally too precious to publish in the newspaper, but the team that produced the Pamphlets was overjoyed and began working through the night to type and print it.

Of course, some Newspaper Office were bolder, such as the tabloid "Paris Morning Post," which published these cases directly without going through censorship.

The very next morning, thousands of Pamphlets containing the dirty deeds of the High Court judges began circulating throughout Paris.

Real-life cases resonate with readers far more than any theoretical or policy analysis, especially the tragic fates of the victims in these cases, which ignited the anger of countless Paris Citizens.

The protest instincts inherent in the France people were instantly activated. Before long, led by some journalists, hundreds and thousands of citizens spontaneously gathered outside the High Court, shouting curses and protesting. The bolder ones even threw mud and excrement into the court's walls.

After another half day, the citizens realized that the Police were only patrolling around the High Court and ignoring the protesters, so they joined in, and the number of people continued to surge.

The women formed a "Logistics Team" to distribute bread and water to everyone, which in turn attracted homeless people to join the protest.

Street speeches have become more frequent, and speakers are even given pre-written speeches—written by Marat himself, absolutely inflammatory—that elicit excited shouts from the audience.

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

A passionate voice from nearby drew their attention. "... The so-called justice and morality of those judges are nothing but Silver Coin! They shamelessly awarded Miss Anger's estate to that scoundrel, while she was driven from her home in the cold snow..."

They glanced at the Police chatting not far away, then curiously squeezed into the crowd surrounding the speaker.

The speech continued, "But even so, according to that distorted verdict, she still owed that villain a huge sum of money! Do you know her fate? She died of exhaustion at the age of twenty-three in the Brothel's laundry room, her body covered in frostbite..."

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

"I've made up my mind, I'm going to go back and rehearse this play!"

The fat man, also filled with indignation, nodded vigorously:

"Then how about next Wednesday at the Comédie-Française?"

"No!" the man in the gray coat exclaimed. "Free street performances, to let more people see it, I'll cover the costs!"

He was the head of the theater troupe that collaborated with the Paris Business Daily on the production of ""Refining the Firmament"".

When he went to talk to the Newspaper Office about adapting the Drama, Denico gave him a script about a Ottoman Judge taking bribes, which was actually a veiled attack on the Paris High Court.

He originally didn't want to take the role, as he was always likely to face difficulties from the censors, but the speech he just gave made him decide to become a warrior!

Moreover, starring in this Drama would secure him a contract for Drama adaptation of a novel by the Paris Business Daily for the following year.

Thank you to the generous reader "Muqiu Jiuyue" for the 10,000 Qidian Coins reward to Tian Hai Shan (the author)! Your generosity has warmed my heart and provided me with wonderful support and encouragement! Tian Hai Shan is extremely grateful and will definitely try my best to update more chapters today! I will also add more chapters for you later!

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