Fox of France

"How can we tell who is our friend and who is our enemy?" Joseph smiled. "My brother, you have finally asked a not so stupid question. Well, Napoleon, think about it, what kind of What kind of person wants life to change? What kind of person wants the status quo?"

Had it not been for the conversation just now, perhaps Napoleon would have said at once: "Those who are brave, adventurous and heroic want to change; and those who are mediocre, without ideals and ambitions, want to maintain the status quo."

But now, Napoleon has basically caught up with Joseph's thinking, and of course he would not make such a stupid answer, so he thought for a while and replied: "I am dissatisfied with reality and think that I should be able to get more shares." People want revolution; and people who are happy with the way things are distributed want the status quo. Well, Joseph, you mean that?"

"Ah, Napoleon." Joseph smiled. "Although I often say you are stupid, in fact, compared with most people, you are smart. Your idea is right. Well, now you should think about it." , your revolution, who will be your friend and who will be your enemy. I don't think it's a bad idea for you to write "History of Corsica."

"What do you mean?" Napoleon asked thoughtfully.

"Writing "History of Corsica" will give you an opportunity to get in touch with the entire Corsican society - from the top to the bottom. With this opportunity, you can do a comprehensive survey of Corsica, so that you can understand Corsica has a comprehensive understanding. Well, my brother, you know, without a full investigation, there is no accurate judgment, and there is no right to speak."

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

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

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

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

When Joseph opened the door, he saw Amon standing outside with two dark circles under his eyes, looking as if he lacked sleep or drank too much of some kind of "Heb's divine wine", with a bag in his hand.

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

"My place is quite messy, I hope you don't mind." Joseph said while putting away all the draft paper on the table.

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

"That's not true." Joseph shook his head with a smile. "My friend, you know I don't drink too much. Well, I only have white water here. Is that okay?"

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

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

Napoleon went to get the kettle.

"This is your brother?" Amon asked.

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

"I think if he wears ancient clothes, he will be His Majesty Pepin, or even Alexander the Great." Amon said, "You may be too strict with your brother."

After hearing this comment, Joseph couldn't help staring at Amon, scanning from top to bottom many times, until Amon couldn't help asking, "Is there anything dirty on my face?"

"No." Joseph replied, "I'm just checking to see if you haven't woken up from 'Herb's nectar'."

"Ah, do you think I'm talking nonsense?" Amon immediately replied in an aria-like tone, "Vulgar people, you must know the greatest prophets in the world, the darlings of God Apollo, which one is not In that mystical ecstasy, who speaks the truth of the world? Do you think I am talking nonsense, because I have never seen your brother before? Foolish mortals, you do not know, it is divine intuition at work, It was in this divine ecstasy that I saw the light in your brother's eyes, the fire in your heart. At that moment, I even thought of the statue of Alexander the Great! Believe me, my friend, you Brother will be great in the future. Seriously!"

Napoleon was coming over with a kettle at this time, and he was quite pleased with Amon's evaluation of him. While coming up to pour water, he couldn't help but look at Joseph, his face almost burst into smiles.

"Well, Your Highness Princess Cassandra, what you said makes sense." Joseph also replied in an aria-style language, "However, your Highness's visit to the humble house did not predict that my brother was here in advance, so I have to ask He spoke the prophecy, as the witch spoke the prophecy to Macbeth?"

Cassandra is the legendary princess of Troy and the priest of Apollo, the god of prophecy. Because she rejected Apollo's courtship, Apollo cursed her to see the future clearly, but no one would ever believe her prophecy.

"Ah, you still don't believe it." Amon said, "but you just have to 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, still Remember that script we mentioned last time? Spartacus's?"

"Remember, you finished?" Joseph looked at Amon in surprise, "This is not like you, Amon. This is not your style. You know, your style should not exceed twenty words a day."

"Ah, you're right. But that's just a general situation." Amon didn't deny that he usually only writes no more than twenty words a day, "but this time is different. There is a mysterious force driving me, making me I keep writing without sleep. The ancient Greeks believed that the tragedies were not actually creating by themselves, but that the gods were creating through their hands. When I was writing "Spartacus", I was like this The feeling that the gods held my hand and made me write non-stop, I couldn't stop. Joseph, this is not created by me, but the muse is created through me, I am just a driven record Therefore, although this play is faster than any of my previous creations, the quality is actually superior to those before. Compared with this, it is like Graier (three in Greek mythology) A gray witch, they share one eye, and are hideously ugly.) Same as Helenby. Would you like to see it quickly?"

"Okay, don't be so busy praising yourself." Joseph said, "You look like a magic stick who buys forgiveness charms. Hurry up and show me the script."

"Here you are!" Amon handed the bag to Joseph.

Joseph took the bag and opened it. Inside was a stack of bound manuscripts.

"You play by yourself first, and I'll take a look first." Joseph said to Amon while flipping through the manuscript.

"You can do whatever you want." Amon said.

Napoleon also came over and watched with Joseph.

Amon leaned his back on the back of the chair and looked around boredly. Soon he noticed Louis who was standing aside and didn't talk much, so he began to tease Louis with interest.

Sunlight came in through the window and fell on Joseph's desk. As time goes by, this piece of sunlight slowly crawls on the table like a snail. By the time Joseph finished reading the entire script, the sunlight had already crawled from one end of the desk to the other.

"How?" Seeing Joseph put down the manuscript, Amon asked quickly. During this period of time, although he had been teasing Louis with every word, and tried hard to pour those things that were harmful to the physical and mental health of young people into Louis' head, in fact, he had been paying attention to the actions of Joseph and Napoleon.

Joseph did not speak, and after a while he sighed, turned his head to Napoleon and said, "Napoleon, I told you before that even if a person is talented, he has to work hard to achieve something. Look at it. The example in front of you. This bastard named Amon is an out-and-out bastard, a playboy, and a typical waste of life. You see his script is very good, doesn’t it? That’s because you haven’t seen him before The rags I wrote, compared with this one, are completely rags! If this bastard is serious and works hard, he may be able to catch up with Corneille, and even touch Aeschylus, Euripides, Sophomore. Kles's heel. But this bastard actually spends most of his time drinking and fooling around! ... But speaking of drinking, um, Amon, your script makes people want to read it Have a drink. Well, it's time for dinner now, why don't you treat us and let's go out for a drink?"

This turn was a bit hasty, and even made Amon a little unresponsive. However, Amon quickly figured out that Joseph spoke highly of his play.

"Okay, I'll treat you." Amon was very forthright, "Let's talk while drinking. I know a place where the Poitou brandy is very good..."

A few people went out, called a taxi, and arrived at the tavern called "May Lilac" in a short while. Amon is obviously a frequent visitor here, as soon as he entered the door, he skillfully greeted the boss and the proprietress whose waist was almost twice the size of her husband's, and then said: "Prepare us a quieter place, and have a dozen brandies! "

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

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 seeing your menu that hasn't changed for thousands of years."

The boss responded and left. After a while, all kinds of dishes and brandy were served.

"Napoleon, you can drink a little, but not more than one glass. Louis, you can't drink." Joseph turned his head and said to his brothers while pouring himself a full glass of wine.

"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?" Amon asked quickly.

"It's too sharp. If you don't modify it, you will be banned from acting. But if you modify it, it won't have such shocking power." Joseph replied.