"What's going on? Didn't you tell me that the matter has been solved and that there is no problem?"
In the Paris police station, Chief Monreille slapped the newspaper on the table with enthusiasm and questioned the two people in front of him, Henry and Cesar.
Henry looked at Cesar next to him and cried out that he was wronged. This matter had nothing to do with him at all. If he was to blame, Cesar should be blamed.
Originally, even if there were some verbal conflicts, it wouldn't be a big problem.
But the problem now is, I don’t know who took the photo of YU holding handcuffs.
I have to say that this photo was taken very professionally. The composition, light and shadow, and timing were all just right.
Even people who don't know the whole story can see from this photo that YU is a great gentleman who was persecuted.
"Who asked you to cuff him?" Mengleye was puzzled and knocked on the table again: "Do you know who you cuffed?"
Henry and Cesar looked at each other. They didn't know it before, but now they know it.
Cesar said, "Monlaye, it's not that serious, isn't it? Cekal's son also..."
"Stupid!" Monreille was completely angry.
This stupid subordinate still doesn't understand the seriousness of the mistake he made.
He knew what Cesar was going to say. They had arrested the son of the wealthy French businessman Cecard before, but nothing happened afterwards.
But the problem is that wealthy businessmen and writers are different.
Let’s not talk about other things. If you put the two identities of businessman and writer in front of the public, they will definitely be more biased towards writers.
And YU is not a small writer.
Monreille usually pays attention to literature and knows that YU has not only received a lot of praise in the literary circle, but also that many of his works have been successfully commercialized and are very popular among ordinary readers.
And you should know that "The Second World" and "Resident Evil" both topped the French box office, and the original novels of these two movies also sold very high.
"Then, what should we do now?" Henry asked weakly. Unlike Cesar, he understood the seriousness of the matter and was now very worried about being abandoned by his superiors.
Monreille looked at him and said, "What can I do? There are so many reporters outside, deal with them first, then tell them later that the matter is under investigation and let them wait for the results. Cesar, if I really ask you,
You just said that your English is not good, so you had some misunderstandings with the other party, do you understand?"
"I know." Cesar nodded.
After Henry and Cesar left, Monreille touched his forehead, feeling very distressed.
If possible, he really wanted to push Cesar out, but the problem is that now everyone is paying attention not only to the conflict between Cesar and YU, but also to put Cesar's problem on the police station.
The reputation of their police station in the country is not very good. Now that this incident has happened, the people are happy to hear about it. If they push Cesar out now, it will be equivalent to admitting that it is true and that there is something inside the police station.
question.
After the incident, Monreille contacted the Deep Space Office, hoping that Deep Space would mediate and help suppress the matter.
However, Deep Space never gave a clear reply, and he was unable to contact YU himself. Moreover, Monlaye suspected that Deep Space was behind this matter, otherwise how could it have spread so quickly.
In fact, it's easy to find YU's residence, but now he can't find it easily, and it's easy for those media reporters to catch him.
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"Well, it's okay... Haha, it won't affect the schedule. We can arrive in Rome in a week at most. Okay, see you then."
Yu Dong hung up the phone, and Cheng Yanqiu asked with a smile: "Did Giuseppe call?"
"Yes." Yu Dong nodded, "This matter has been spread in Italy. Giuseppe is very concerned about me and said that I should leave Paris early and go to Rome. I don't know what they wrote in the news.
, from the way he spoke, it was as if I was in prison."
"You don't even understand Italian, but you can still hear his tone."
"Be obedient and listen to the sound."
Boom, boom, boom.
While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door. Yu Dong smiled and said, "I'll open the door."
This is Jiang Jie.
"Xiaojie, why are you here? It's not time for dinner yet."
Today they took a cruise on the Seine River for a while and read all the classics in the area. Then they went to the Louvre to receive some artistic influence. They came back in the afternoon without having dinner outside.
"Boss, let me tell you some news."
"Well, come in and talk." Yu Dong nodded. When other people were around, Jiang Jie would call him Teacher Yu or Brother Dong, but in private he would call him Boss.
Yu Dong has told him this many times, but he always yells like this.
Entering the room, Jiang Jie first greeted Cheng Yanqiu, called the landlady, and then said to Yu Dong: "Rest told me just now that Le Clézio wants to see you."
"Le Clézio?"
"Well, he is..."
Yu Dong waved his hand, "No need to introduce him to me, I know him very well."
Anyone who is familiar with today's French literary world will be familiar with the name Le Clézio.
Le Clézio later won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2008, but before that he had already become famous and became a pillar of the French literary world.
Speaking of Le Clézio, we have to talk about the New Allegorical School. This genre is very concerned about the Nobel Prize for Literature. The French writer Modiano, who won the Nobel Prize after Clezio, is also from this genre.
But what is interesting is that the term New Allegorical School is not popular in France, but is more recognized in China.
There are many theories as to how the name New Allegorical School came about. Some say that it was researched and discussed by scholars in China, while others say that this idea existed abroad before.
Yu Dong once read an article by Yu Mingjiu in "Foreign Literature". He mentioned in the article that he visited Tournier in Paris in the 1980s and asked if the New Fable School could be classified as a category.
Tournier readily agreed.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, it is still difficult to verify who specifically proposed this thing.
Of course, if Yu Dong had been engaged in academics, he might have paid more attention to these things, but now that he is a writer, he would rather leave himself to others to study instead of studying others.
"What did he say?" Yu Dong asked.
"He just said he wanted to meet."
"That's it? When and where we'll meet, you didn't say anything?"
"It's on our side, and he'll be fine."
Yu Dong nodded, "Then invite him to the hotel for dinner tomorrow night. Tell him, Yu Hua and the others, and ask him if he minds... Do you have his number? I'll tell him directly."
"Yes." Jiang Jie took out his notebook, "Here it is."
Yu Dong nodded, walked to the phone, and dialed directly: "You come and translate for me."
The call was quickly connected, and Yu Dong directly introduced himself: "Hello, I am YU."
Le Clézio on the other end of the phone was a little confused when he heard the first few words because he didn't understand them at all. When he heard YU, he immediately understood.
"Hello, Mr. YU, I'm glad to receive your call."
"I am also very happy to receive your invitation. I wonder if you have time tomorrow night and would you like to take the time to come to the hotel where I am staying to have a meal together."
Jiang Jie translated Yu Dong's words into French, and Le Clézio smiled and said: "Of course, it's a great honor. I'm deeply sorry to hear what happened to you in Paris. The police in Paris always behave with a kind of
You can see the arrogance, so it doesn't surprise me at all that they offend you. They have the ability to make things worse."
After "praising" the Paris police, Clézio said: "Paris, as a city that has faded away from its color and only has its former glory, is honored to be able to attract such an excellent writer like you."
"Mr. Clézio, you are serious. Having a writer like you in Paris will certainly attract me and writers from all over the world." Yu Dong smiled, flattered him, and then said:
"Tomorrow night, besides me, I will have a few other friends. I wonder if you would mind."
"Of course I don't mind." Clezio said quickly: "I wonder if among the friends you mentioned, there is Yuwa, the author of "Alive"?"
"puff--"
Jiang Jie covered his mouth and almost laughed out loud. Yu Dong didn't know why and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Jie shook his head, and then translated Clezio's words, but did not imitate his accent.
Yu Dong looked at Jiang Jie inexplicably and responded to Clezio's words: "Of course, except for him..."
The two chatted for about ten minutes, but the content was not much. After all, Jiang Jie was required to translate in the middle, which took a lot of time.
And most of the time, Clezio was complaining about France and Paris.
This was completely different from what Yu Dong had thought before. He thought Clezio would talk more about literature with him, but unexpectedly, Clezio just kept complaining.
But then again, Clezio's works are also like this, very unfriendly to Paris. Anyone who has read his works knows that he does not like Paris.
And unlike some other writers who love and hate deeply, he simply dislikes it outright. He believes that Western culture is too tyrannical.
"By the way, why were you laughing just now?" Yu Dong suddenly looked at Jiang Jie.
"I just..." Jiang Jie was about to say, but maybe thinking of Clezio's words just now, he laughed again.
This time he no longer held back, but laughed loudly, "Boss, do you know how he called Teacher Yu Hua's name just now?"
"What's it called?" Yu Dong asked.
"His name is Teacher Yu Hua, Yuwa, hahaha."
Hearing Yuwa, Cheng Yanqiu, who was sitting by the window, laughed out loud, "Haha, Clezio is from Yangcheng, right?"
Chapter completed!