I Am the Crown Prince in France

Paris, Saint-Germain district.

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

The owner of the villa, Mrs. Varville, 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 and received a round of cheers from the guests before he spoke:

Mr. Mara, 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 office of Paris Business 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 by the Paris Handels. 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 combat effectiveness was absolutely explosive.

Dozens of people sitting around him expressed their approval from time to time and applauded warmly.

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 whole salon was about bashing 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 sitting on the right with his hair blown up and sharp eyes 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 were 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, I 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 also 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 countless cases of high court judges being corrupt and accepting bribes, causing numerous tragedies.

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

Naturally, this kind of thing would not be published in a newspaper, but the team that produced the brochure felt like a treasure and began to type and print it overnight.

Of course, there are also daring 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 DNA of the French people 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 water to everyone, which attracted homeless people to participate in the protest.

There were also more street speeches, and the speakers could even receive written speeches - written by Marat, absolutely full of provocation - which made the audience 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 kicked 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 that 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 decided to rehearse this play when I get back!

The fat man also looked indignant and nodded vigorously:

Then it will be 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 director 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 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 will get a contract with the Paris Merchant to adapt the novel into a drama for the next year.

Thanks to: Mr. Late Autumn September for the 10,000 starting point coin reward from Tianhai Mountain (that is, the author himself)! Your generosity makes me feel wonderful and heart-warming support and encouragement! Tianhaishan is very grateful and will definitely work hard to update it today! I will also add more updates for you later!