"How do you tell who is our friend and who is our enemy?" Joseph smiled. "My brother, you finally asked a less stupid question. Well, Napoleon, think about it, what kind of people want life to change? Who wants to maintain the status quo?"

If it weren't for the conversation just now, perhaps Napoleon would immediately say: "Those brave, adventurous and heroic people want to change; while those mediocre, without ideals and ambitions want to maintain the status quo."

But now, Napoleon has basically followed Joseph's ideas, and of course he would not make such a stupid answer. So he thought about it and replied: "People who are dissatisfied with reality and think that they should get a greater share want a revolution; and those who are very satisfied with the current distribution method want to maintain the status quo. Well, Joseph, that's what you mean?"

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

"What do you mean?" Napoleon asked thoughtfully.

"Writing History of Corsica can provide you with an opportunity to reach everyone in the entire Corsica society from the top to the bottom. Taking this opportunity, you can conduct a comprehensive survey of Corsica so that you can have a comprehensive understanding of Corsica. Well, my brother, you must know that without sufficient investigation, there will be no accurate judgment, and no say."

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

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

"Who?" Joseph asked, walking towards the door.

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

When Joseph opened the door, he saw Armand standing outside with two dark circles, looking like he was sleep-deprived or drunk with some kind of "Herb's Godly Wine", and was carrying a bag in his hand.

"Aman? Come in and sit down." Joseph brought Aman in and dragged a chair to him.

"I'm a mess here, I hope you don't mind." Joseph said, as he put away all the draft paper on the table.

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

"No," Joseph smiled and shook his head. "My friend, you know I don't drink much. Well, I only have white water here. Can you?"

"Damn it! Forget it, as long as it's liquid, I know I can't count on those here." Aman said.

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

Napoleon went to get the kettle.

"Is this your brother?" Arman asked.

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

"I think if he wears ancient clothes, he will be the living Majesty Pippin, or even the Great." Amang said, "You may be too strict with your brother."

After hearing this comment, Joseph couldn't help staring at Aman and glanced from top to bottom many times. He kept looking at Aman and couldn't help asking, "Is there anything dirty on my face?"

"No." Joseph replied, "I'm just looking at whether you haven't woken up from the 'Herb's Nectar'."

"Ah, do you think I'm talking nonsense?" Arman immediately replied in an aria tone, "Vulgar people, know which of the greatest prophets in the world, the darlings of Apollo, is not telling the truth of the world in that mysterious intoxication? Do you think I'm talking nonsense, because I've never seen your brother before? Stupid mortals, you don't know, this is the divine intuition at work. It is in this God-given madness that I saw the light in your brother's eyes and the flame in your heart at a glance. At that moment, I even remembered the statue of Alexander the Great! Trust me, my friend, your brother will be amazing in the future. Really!"

Napoleon was coming over with a kettle at this time. When he heard Armand's evaluation of him, he felt quite proud. While pouring water, he couldn't help but look at Joseph, and his face was almost bursting with laughter.

"Well, Princess Cassandra, what you said makes sense." Joseph also replied in aria style, "But your highness, you have not predicted my brother's place in advance, so you should tell him this prophecy, just as the witch said that prophecy to Macbeth?"

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

"Ah, you still don't believe it." Aman said, "but you're just waiting to see. As for the purpose of my coming here, well, of course I didn't expect to meet your brother here. Well, Joseph, do you remember the script we mentioned last time? Spartacus's?"

"Remember, you're done?" Joseph looked at Armand in surprise, "This is not like you, Armand. This is not your style. You must know that your style should be no more than twenty words a day."

"Ah, you're right. But that's just a general situation." Armand didn't deny that he usually only wrote no more than twenty words a day, "But this time it's different. There is a mysterious force that drives me to keep me writing endlessly. The ancient Greeks believed that tragic writers were not actually creating themselves, but gods were creating through their hands. When I was writing "Spartacus", I had this feeling. The gods held my hand and made me write constantly, wanting to stop. I can't stop. Joseph, this is not what I created, but the Muse is creating through me. I am just a driven recorder. So, although this drama is faster than any of my previous creations, its quality is overwhelming the previous things. Compared with this, those things in the past are like Greère (three gray witches in Greek mythology, who share one eye and look extremely ugly.) and Helen. Do you want to take a look quickly?"

"Okay, don't be busy praising yourself," said Joseph. "You are like a charlatan who buys crime exemption. Take the script over and show me."

"Give it to you!" Armand handed the bag in his hand to Joseph.

Joseph took the bag and opened it, and there was a stack of ordered manuscripts inside.

"You play yourself first, I'll take a look first." Joseph said to Amang while opening the manuscript.

"You can do whatever you want," said Armand.

Napoleon also came over and watched with Joseph.

Armand leaned his back against the back of the chair and looked around boredly. Soon he noticed Louis who was standing aside and not talking very much, so he began to tease Louis with great enthusiasm.

The sun shone in through the window and shone on Joseph's desk. As time went by, the sunlight slowly crawled on the table like a snail. By the time Joseph read the complete script, the sunlight had already crawled from one end of the desk to the other end.

"How is it?" Arman asked quickly when he saw Joseph put down his manuscript. Although he had been teasing Louis in every sentence during this period, trying hard to pour those things that were harmful to the physical and mental health of the teenagers into Louis's head, he actually kept paying attention to the actions of Joseph and Napoleon.

But Joseph did not speak. After a while, he sighed and turned to Napoleon and said, "Napoleon, I told you before that even if a person has talent, he must keep working hard to achieve something. Look at this example in front of you. This bastard named Armand is a perfect bastard, a playboy, a typical waste of life. Look at his script very good, isn't it? That's because you haven't seen the rags he wrote before, compared with this one.

It's totally ragged! If this bastard is serious and harder, he will probably be able to catch up with Gonai, and even touch the heels of Aeschylus, Euripides, and Sophocles. But this bastard actually spends most of his time drinking and fooling around!... But when it comes to drinking, well, Armand, you want to drink a drink after reading this script. Well, it's time for supper now, why don't you treat me, let's go out for a drink?"

The turn was a bit fast, and even Aman was a little unresponsive. However, Aman still figured it out quickly, and Joseph's evaluation of his drama was very high.

"Okay, I'll treat you." Arman was very happy, "We talked while drinking. I know a place where the Poitou brandy is very good..."

A few people went out and called a taxi carriage. After a while, they arrived at the tavern called "May Lilac". Armand was obviously a regular visitor here. As soon as he entered the door, he skillfully greeted the boss and the boss's wife, who had a waist circumference of almost twice that of her husband, and then said, "Prepare a quieter place for us, and have a dozen brandy!"

"Okay, Armand, it's the position you often use, you can see the Seine." The boss greeted loudly. The boss took them over in person.

Several people sat down at the table, and Aman said to the boss: "Fili, you can get something to drink, I'm not interested in seeing your thousand-year-old menu."

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 cup. Louis, you can't drink it." Joseph turned his head to his younger brothers while pouring himself a full glass of wine.

"It's really unfortunate to have an older brother." Amang said.

"Aman, your script still has a problem, and it's a big problem," said Joseph.

"What's the problem?" Aman asked quickly.
Chapter completed!