Volume 2: The crown and the hat are all over the capital, and the spirit is full of energy and enter the foggy city Chapter 64 I Promise
Subtitle of this chapter: I promise not to be Pushkin!
"Among the cultural figures who died in duels, the Russian poet Pushkin is a household name. The famous duel on February 8, 1837 eventually led to the fall of the "sun of Russian poetry." But he was the most famous poet in the duel world, but not the most famous duelist among poets. The Italian poet Felice Carlo Cavallotti, who dueled more than 30 times in his life, can be called the most famous gladiator among poets. Finally, in Rome in 1868, he died in a duel."
"The homosexual orientation of Marcel Proust (1872-1922), the author of In Search of Lost Time, was well known to his friends, although he was not out. As for ordinary readers, even if they did not know it before, they probably knew it after reading Sodom and Gomorrah."
"But what Incubus heard was that Proust actually had a duel because someone 'slandered' him for being gay. He and a literary critic named Jean Roma took turns shooting each other in a forest in France, but the two writers fired three rounds each and were unharmed. So they shook hands and made peace."
"Ben Jonson (1572-1637), a famous English playwright, was a contemporary of Shakespeare. Like most playwrights at the time, he occasionally acted as an actor. So Shakespeare played roles in his plays, and he also played roles in Shakespeare's plays."
"He was arrested for killing his opponent in a duel. In order to get the charges against him dismissed, Jonson demonstrated his talent in court: writing. By proving that he could not only read Latin, but also write Latin, he was able to request a special defense in court and enjoy the benefits of the clergy. This meant that since Jonson was as knowledgeable as the clergy, he would be treated leniently. In the end, Jonson was released after only a few weeks in prison."
"Not only in the West, but also in the East, literati have dueled. The most famous duel was between Xiao Jun and Nie Gannu on one side, and between Ma Jifeng and Zhang Chunqiao on the other."
"On October 19, 1936, Mr. Lu Xun died of illness in Shanghai. A few days later, Xiao Jun burned three recently published magazines, "Zhongliu", "Zhejia" and "Yiwen" in front of Lu Xun's tomb to express his grief. This matter was soon known by Zhang Chunqiao and his literary friend Ma Jifeng, who were active in the Shanghai literary and art circles at the time. The two of them co-wrote an article and published it in the "Dawanbao", scolding Xiao Jun as a "Lu family general" and Lu Xun's "filial son and grandson", and that burning magazines was a stupid act of feudal superstition."
"After reading this article, Xiao Jun was very angry and prepared to write an article to fight back. But then he thought that it was too boring to fight with them in writing, and it would be more direct to solve it with fists and feet. So he found the other two and arranged a duel..."
"Of course, the most famous duelist among the oriental literati is Mr. Yuan Yanshu, who is known as 'the master among masters of the Republic of China' and 'the last madman in China'..."
——Excerpt from "Literati and Duel"》
"Lieutenant Colonel Alexander, I will let my assistant inform you of the time, place, and method of the duel."
Now that the matter is settled, our Master Yuan can no longer stay.
He placed his right hand on his chest, bowed to the people around him, and nodded to Mr. Hughes, then left with his duel assistant...
"Mr. Yuan, please wait a moment!"
Yuan Yan, who had just walked out of the door, turned around and snorted in her heart, it turned out to be this guy...
"Who are you?"
The visitor was stunned for a moment, then immediately responded, "Oh... Sorry, my name is John Edgar Hoover. Mr. Yuan, can I have a word with you?"
"Yes, sure." Master Yuan nodded with an unhappy look on his face, and walked with him to a tree on the side of the road and said, "Mr. Hoover, what can I do for you?"
Hoover lowered his voice and asked, "Master Fool, please don't misunderstand..."
He paused and said in a strange tone: "I am doing you a favor. You are an investigator of the SCP Foundation. I believe you can handle this duel, so I asked."
I see. This guy is still unsure of his own course. He wants to test me, but doesn't want to offend me, so he came out to explain himself to me.
"Haha..." Yuan Yan suddenly chuckled and said in a joking tone: "Mr. Hoover, I really have to thank you. Don't worry, you will see the strength of a junior investigator of the SCP Foundation."
"That's good, that's good." Hoover pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled stiffly: "Then I wish you a successful start."
"Of course!" Master Yuan's heart moved, and he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Hoover, if there is any bet, just be bold and bet on me. I guarantee... you can make a small fortune."
"Hmm..." Seeing the confident look of this Chinese man, Hoover could only laugh dryly and said, "Thank you Mr. Yuan for your advice. I will..."
"Neo, you here?"
At this moment, a graceful figure hurriedly walked out of the dance party.
"Emma, you are here too? Oh, where is your father?" Yuan Yan looked closely and saw that it was indeed an old acquaintance. They were originally going to come here to cover the inauguration ceremony.
Miss Pulitzer panted and said, "Neo, we just saw you and were about to say hello to you when this happened. So... my father is interviewing that British lieutenant colonel now."
Her tone immediately changed, and she asked seriously, "Mr. Yuan, I want to interview you about this duel."
This was big news, so these two professional journalists, who came from newspaper families, immediately rushed over to interview the reporter.
After coming through, Master Yuan, who had always been determined to make big news, felt relieved. He really made another big news!
So he nodded and said, "Emma, just follow me for a few days, I promise... you will get an exclusive piece of news!"
Yuan Yan looked back and saw that Mr. Hoover had disappeared, so he said to the man and woman, "Let's go back to my hotel first. We have a lot of things to do next !"
When they entered the lobby of the Rosewood Hotel, the manager Frank immediately greeted him and said, "Mr. Yuan, there are your phone numbers. There are many of your phone numbers! Here is the list."
"Thank you." Our Master Yuan took the list and saw that they were all reporters. As expected, these people were born in the Year of the Dog. They rushed over as soon as they smelled the fishy smell. However, in addition to the reporters, there was another acquaintance.
The first thing he did when he returned to the room was to call this acquaintance: "Hello, Mr. Roosevelt? I am Neo Yuan..."
"Well, did you also hear that I'm going to duel? Hahaha, you're really quick to get the news..."
"Oh, you know Sir Hall, and you have a good relationship with him, so you should help me to reconcile with them..."
"Hey, thanks for your help, but that's totally unnecessary..."
"Mr. Roosevelt, I promise...I can win!"
