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Chapter 292 The bet of the century! He single-handedly challenged the entire French literary world! Is he a villain or a hypocrite? 4k
There is a famous French writer named Victor Hugo. In his later years, he wrote in his autobiography History of France:

"One day, two robbers broke into the Old Summer Palace. One robber looted the palace and the other set it on fire. One of the robbers was named France and the other was named England."

France was one of the biggest beneficiaries of the Western powers' invasion of the Qing Dynasty. During the Opium War, it looted countless treasures from the Forbidden City and the Old Summer Palace.

According to existing data, museums and collections across France have collected about 260 million precious cultural relics from various dynasties in China. These cultural relics were illegally looted from China during the modern colonial period and their value is inestimable.
Inside the Elysee Palace.

The magnificent dining hall.

Jiang Hai used chopsticks to pick up steaks and Western food on the table and stuffed them into his mouth without caring about his image, while admiring the precious cultural relics that were lost overseas and hung in the palace.

I don’t know why, but Jiang Hai was eating very well and had a very good appetite.

But when he saw these precious cultural relics lost overseas displayed in the hall of the Elysee Palace, he suddenly seemed to lose his appetite?

"Over there, that is the Shang Dynasty Tiger Eating Man Jar. There are only two of them left in the world. It represents the pinnacle of bronze craftsmanship in the world during the Shang and Zhou dynasties. There are only two of them left in the world. One is kept in the Izumiya Museum in Japan, and the other is in the Elysee Palace in Paris. It is the treasure of the palace."

"Here is the Tang Dunhuang manuscript, the Pagoda Heart Sutra. This calligraphy scroll from Dunhuang is called the 'treasure among treasures' by the archaeological community. It has both pictures and texts, and is novel and unique in form. It is very interesting and ornamental. It is especially precious because there is a portrait of Guanyin Bodhisattva painted on the pagoda gate. There are only four such treasures that span a thousand years in the world, which are collected in the National Library of France and the British Museum. The two pieces hanging on the wall of the Elysee Palace are copies from French artists."

“And over there.”

I don’t know why, but while eating, Jiang Hai saw these treasures that should have belonged to China but were now scattered overseas.

His mood suddenly became very complicated?

France is a country that prides itself on being civilized and gentlemanly. It is civilized and polite. Everything you see is so elegant.
But look at what this self-proclaimed civilized country has done?

First, they used opium and powerful ships and cannons to open the door to the Qing Dynasty.

Then, relying on their powerful military force, they entered the Forbidden City and the Old Summer Palace, which was then known as the "Garden of Gardens," and wantonly plundered and frantically looted the cultural relics and treasures that had been passed down for nearly 5,000 years in China.
The Louvre in France, as the most famous and largest museum in the world, enjoys a high reputation worldwide.

It is known as the first of the four largest museums in the world, a world-renowned art palace, one of the largest art treasure houses, and a palace of treasures that has attracted worldwide attention.

But who knows that the Louvre, known as the "Palace of Treasures", has a branch, the Guimet Museum, which houses tens of thousands of cultural relics from China, including countless precious ceramics. Every piece of porcelain and cultural relic in the collection -

The value quantities need to be counted in billions.

"He says he's a gentleman and civilized, but his body is honest." Jiang Hai looked at the Chinese cultural relics that were lost overseas and suddenly felt a little disdainful. "Isn't this definitely a robbery?"

As Jiang Hai spoke, he used chopsticks to pick up the foie gras and steak on the table.

Unexpectedly, he had just put a piece of French foie gras into the bowl with chopsticks.

Beside him, a French writer named Baptiste looked at Jiang Hai with a frivolous look:

"Mr. Jiang Hai, it looks like chopsticks."

"It seems like we shouldn't be here?"

The tableware used in Western food is knife and fork.

Who would use chopsticks to eat Western food in a Western restaurant, let alone in a solemn and dignified occasion like the Elysee Palace?
This is not pure disobedience
After Baptiste shouted this, Jiang Hai's behavior immediately attracted the attention of many bystanders:
“Why would anyone eat Western food with chopsticks?”

"You don't know basic table etiquette: left-hand knife, right-hand fork?"

"He didn't even have a napkin?"

"This person is so ignorant of etiquette."

Seeing his behavior being hotly discussed and criticized by writers around him.

Jiang Hai looked at him calmly:
"You said that Chinese chopsticks should not be used in this kind of occasion?"

"Of course," Baptiste assured him. "It's etiquette."

"What a nice etiquette!"

Got a positive answer.

Jiang Hai pointed directly to the mural hanging on the palace wall:

"If Chinese chopsticks are not suitable for such an elegant occasion, can you explain it to me?"

“Why are Chinese cultural relics here?”

If Jiang Hai said that he had not seen these cultural relics lost overseas, he would certainly not refute even if he was called rude, as he would know he was in the wrong.

but
I was in your house and saw a treasure that should have belonged to my family.

You stole my priceless treasure and brought it to your home.
Still want to call me rude?

Isn't this ridiculous?
Even though he was surrounded by people, Jiang Hai was not afraid at all. He looked directly at the group of writers who claimed to be "civilized" and "gentlemen" in front of him, without any exaggeration:
“I am a villain, but I don’t pretend.”

"But you are descendants of bandits who made their fortunes through colonization and plunder. When you were penniless, you relied on robbery to make your fortunes. Now that you have some money in your pockets, you want to clean up and become civilized people?"

"How can it be so easy?"

"No matter how you disguise yourself, you can't disguise the bandit spirit in your bones."

"I am a villain, and you are hypocrites. Let's not say anything about each other, and neither of us should pretend to be cool."

As Jiang Hai said, he never considered himself a gentleman.

Being a gentleman is very tiring.

He couldn't pretend to be magnanimous and polite to the robbers when they robbed his things:

"Take it, take it all. The younger generation should not interfere in the affairs of the older generation."

"The banditry your father did has nothing to do with you, the younger generation."

Your father stole my father's things and is a robber.

So you must be a bandit, right?

They are all robbers.
Are you still here telling me about manners and civilization?

Standing and acting?

Why are you pretending?
Jiang Hai was not magnanimous enough to let this matter go. When others tried to smooth things over, he would just point at the robber's son and shout:
"Alpaca, give me back my money!"

The saying that intellectuals look down on each other is absolutely true.

Just sat down not long ago.

Jiang Hai got into an argument with a group of French writers who called themselves gentlemen:
"Be civilized?"

"If you want to be civilized, then you should return all the stolen cultural relics!"

"As long as you come back, don't ask me to apologize, I will even call you dad."

"You're saying I'm impolite?"

"You know how to be polite, so why did you rush into someone's house with a knife?"

You think the writers quarreled:

He quoted classics in an orderly manner, put forward his own views based on the loopholes in the other party's words, and then launched an almost fierce attack.
Real-life writers quarrel:

He was anxious and white-faced, and made no secret of it. His main purpose was to fish in troubled waters.
"You villain!"

"hypocrite!"

"You are really rude, extremely rude."

"I'm going to bounce back whatever you say. I'm going to bounce back f**king everything."

The argument between Jiang Hai and the French writer became louder and louder, naturally attracting the attention of others.

Julie Morgane, daughter of the French President, noticed the situation here and walked towards this direction with a kind face.

"Everyone, calm down."

"Please everyone calm down."

In fact, there is no need to sanctify the profession of writer. It does not mean that anyone who can become a writer must be elegant and easy-going, or well-educated.

On the contrary, those who can truly be called writers are all very individual and full of blood!
Apart from anything else, when the literary circles of the Republic of China collectively entertained the Indian literary giant Rabindranath Tagore, as soon as Lu Xun sat down, he saw a group of elites who claimed to be the hope for the rise of the literary circles of the Republic of China, fawning on and flattering Tagore.

Without any hesitation, Mr. Lu Xun stood up and shouted angrily at the crowd:
"It is in vain to read the books of sages!"

Then he left the table angrily.

If Mr. Lu Xun were still alive, he would see that his family's rare treasures were robbed by the descendants of a group of robbers, and his descendants were still friendly and friendly with the descendants of these robbers.
Wouldn't he be so angry that his coffin lid would stand up?
This must have made Mr. Lu Xun so angry:
"ordinary man!"

"A bunch of idiots for sure!"

Never doubt the patriotism of a writer who could write such words as "I send my thoughts to the cold stars, but no one notices. I sacrifice my blood to the Xuanyuan clan."

You said that when you can't see it normally, then it's okay, after all, out of sight, out of mind.

Now, you are looking at the treasures that were once looted from your home, now appearing so blatantly before your eyes.

In this situation, how can you still be so friendly with others?

Then you are unworthy of being a reader.
Men of letters should not just indulge in momentary verbal pleasure.

A scholar should use his pen as a sharp edge and ink as a knife.

Fight with your own words!
"Let's take this improvisation as the test question." Jiang Hai faced the French masters who had just argued with him and asked Chen Hanying to act as his translator. "If I win this competition--"

"Or, you can let me pick out a cultural relic from the museum and return it to China"

"Or you can apologize for your previous robbery."

As soon as the words fell, someone immediately asked:

"What if you lose?"

The loser does not lose the formation.

No matter what time, momentum is something that must never be lost.

Jiang Hai pushed back very forcefully:

"If I lose, you can do whatever you want to me!"

"I also admit that I have no manners, can I apologize to you too?"

Jiang Hai replied that, which immediately surprised many people at the scene.

Taking on the entire French literary world on his own?
This kind of courage is not something that ordinary people can do.
"How can this person be so courageous?"

Jiang Hai's tough look shocked many people present, but the most surprised were not the French writers, nor the Chinese writers, nor the writers from other national delegations who were watching the show.
Instead, it was Julie Morgane, the daughter of the French President, who had been watching silently from the sidelines.

When he first met Jiang Hai, he had a pretty good impression of him. He had a good temperament and was well-dressed. Among the slightly old-fashioned writers, he looked so handsome and youthful, with a kind of elegant air of "untainted by the mud, and not coquettish in the clear water."

I originally thought that this was a rare young talent in the literary circle.

It’s better not to speak.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Julie Morgana was shocked:
"Son of a bitch!"

"Fuck you bitch!"

I originally thought that Jiang Hai was a handsome and talented young man.

Who would have thought that the first word he spoke would be so offensive?
This gave Julie Morgane the same shock as Zhang Fei embroidering flowers or Lin Daiyu pulling out a weeping willow tree.
First of all, Julie Morgana didn't think Jiang Hai could win this competition.

Secondly, now that things have come to this, there is naturally no reason to back down.

Feeling the strange gazes of everyone.

Julie Morgana thought it was just a joke between writers, then smiled and nodded:

"Okay, I'll prove it."

The Palace of Versailles is located in the town of Versailles, the capital of the Yvelines department, southwest of Paris, France. It is a famous palace in Paris and one of the five largest palaces in the world.

The history of the Palace of Versailles is very long. Before the 1789th century, it was the palace of the King of France and the seat of the highest administrative leadership. It was not until that King Louis XVI was taken to Paris by the people and hanged.

This marked the end of the history of Versailles as a royal palace.

After years of continuous improvement, the Palace of Versailles has regained some of its former prosperity.

Under the arrangement of French government officials, delegations of writers from various countries were placed in the Versailles palace.

When Jiang Hai first entered the palace, his first reaction was -

Big!
Very big!

"How on earth could a king occupy such a large area by himself?"

“It’s capitalism, damn it.”

In addition to being large, Jianghai's second impression is -

The greening around the garden is very good. After being trimmed by the gardener, the green plants are so endless that you can't see the end of them.

All the way from the gate of the courtyard to the bedroom.

Jiang Hai didn't even have time to take a closer look at the green plants in the garden.

Beside him, Chen Hanying's worried voice suddenly came:
"Jiang Hai, are you crazy?"

In such a solemn atmosphere.

With so many literary celebrities participating.

Jiang Hai actually dared to say that he could challenge the entire French literary world on his own?
Regarding the creation of the proposition "Courage", if any French writer receives more votes than Jiang Hai, then he will be directly judged as a loser?

When I think of the promise Jiang Hai made at the banquet just now.

Chen Hanying stared at Jiang Hai worriedly:

"Are you sure about this?"

If you're talking about grasping this kind of thing, Jiang Hai really doesn't have it.

After all, the French writers' delegation is very strong, and it is a group headed by a Nobel Prize winner in Literature.

Although, there is little certainty.

But don't try it.
How do you know that you will definitely lose?
"I don't know." Jiang Hai shrugged and frankly expressed his true thoughts, "Who knows what I will write?"

"Who knows what kind of monsters will appear on the other side?"

However, Jiang Hai felt unsure.

But what are people fighting for in this world?
What we are fighting for is just our dignity!

"If we win, the other party will have to apologize to us and return the cultural relics to the country."

"If I lose, the worst that can happen is that I apologize, or that I lose face."

If we win, everyone will be happy.

Even if I lose, if I can use my apology to awaken the country and the people to pay more attention to the cultural relics left overseas.
Jiang Hai feels that even if he loses, he might not lose anything?

No matter what other people's reactions are.

"I'm tired and want to take a rest." Jiang Hai greeted Tie Ning, chairman of the China Writers Association.

Then he went straight back to his room.

In a spacious and bright room.

Jiang Hai found a table and sat down. He placed his portable computer on the table, turned it on, and typed the title "The Old Man and the Sea" in a Word document.

I closed my eyes and began to calm my thoughts.

After a while.

He suddenly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to enter a peculiar creative state:
"This time, you have to fight for me."

(End of this chapter)