If Carmen only had a firm foothold in the newspaper office before, now he has become famous in the Holy City's journalism circles.
In short, there is a person like him in the Holy City's press circles. For him, a young man from the south, it is not easy to make a name for himself. This is because the best and most talented people in the entire empire are gathered in this majestic capital.
, how difficult it is for a person with no background like him to get ahead.
So, Carmen received an invitation from a club.
This club called Tulip holds a masquerade party every month. All participants wear masks to attend the meeting. The invited people are lawyers, writers, artists, freelance writers, etc., of course.
Courtesans and wine.
Many famous works, such as poetry, music, and paintings, came from this club. Therefore, many young people are proud to be invited.
No one knows who the real owner is behind this club, but its hostess, Mrs. Bron, is famous.
The name is also a glamorous one. This woman was once married to a wealthy man named Bron. After her husband died, she became a widow. However, she was always surrounded by a group of suitors, many of whom were powerful and powerful.
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Mrs. Bron is also a philanthropist. She has sponsored many young people and helped them become famous and publish their works, which makes her extremely influential in the cultural circle.
That night, Carmen put on his most decent shirt and jacket for the appointment. He also sprinkled a unique perfume on himself - Genoese people are naturally very good at appreciating perfume.
It was obviously a masquerade party, and Carmen saw many people not wearing masks, but their relaxed expressions showed that these people were regulars here and did not need to maintain a so-called sense of mystery. A few people, Carmen even looked at others
I've met him on several occasions, but others don't recognize him as a nobody.
"Is this Mr. Gable?" Just when Carmen was surprised that the master didn't show up, a waiter came over.
"It's me, Carmen Gable." Carmen nodded.
"Please come with me, sir, our lady invites you!" The waiter was polite.
"Thank you!"
Following the waiter through the garden and the front corridor, Carmen was taken to a room by the waiter. Mrs. Bron was sitting there drinking tea. She was a beautiful woman in her thirties, but no years could be seen on her face.
The traces of her body, the evening dress on her body, were luxurious and elegant.
Her beauty and temperament would make any normal man's heart beat.
"Mr. Carmen Gable has arrived!" the waiter announced in an appropriate voice.
Because Mrs. Bloom was talking to another gentleman.
"Nice to meet you, ma'am!" Carmen took off his hat and kissed her hands.
"I am also very happy to meet a new star in the journalism world. Mr. Gable's sharp writing is really amazing." Mrs. Bron said.
"Thank you for your compliment. I just did what a reporter should do," Carmen said.
"But there are thousands of reporters and tens of thousands of news practitioners in the Holy City, and you are the only one who has seen the darkness and misery at the bottom of society. You have exposed the hypocrisy of this society and shown a real world in front of us. Those capitalists and
The Church and the nobility are just as greedy and sinful," said another.
Carmen glanced at the man. He was a man in his forties, with a slight beard and high cheekbones.
"May I ask what you call this gentleman?" Carmen asked.
Mrs. Bron said: "This is the famous artist Mr. Anthony Foxx. His paintings are one of the most popular paintings among collectors."
"Nice to meet you!" Carmen nodded. The other person was still sitting in his chair, but nodded slightly, a little arrogantly.
"Carmen, are you surprised if I call you this?" Mrs. Bron frowned slightly.
"It's my pleasure, madam." Carmen said.
"The dance will be in a while, please take a seat!" Mrs. Bron smiled, perhaps knowing what Carmen was thinking, "Except for newcomers like you, everyone else is a regular visitor and does not need my invitation or reception, so this is not a problem.
There is something rude. This is a salon, providing a gathering place for everyone, where everyone can speak freely, but..."
Mrs. Bron paused: "Except politics."
"There are thieves." Fuchs interjected, because once a thief sneaked in pretending to be a guest, and he almost succeeded, but before that, the thief stole the show at the ball, and his dance
His skills are astonishing, but he played too hard and his secrets were exposed.
This became a joke often told by members of the Tulip Club.
Mrs. Bron used a folding fan to cover her attractive red lips, and glanced at Fox with a resentful look: "Anthony, you always say things that make me laugh at everyone."
"No, no, I don't dare to make fun of your hospitable and beautiful host." Fuchs quickly apologized, but his eyes were full of special affection.
The waiter brought a pot of freshly brewed tea, and Mrs. Bron poured tea for the two guests elegantly.
"If I remember correctly, Carmen is from Genoa, right? It's the hometown of this tea." Mrs. Bron said.
"That's right, Madam. To be precise, I am from Poitou, which is rich in tea. But now not only the hilly areas near the mountains in Northern Genoa, but also people in the neighboring province of Javia have begun to plant it," Carmen said.
"Then I wonder if you know Viscount Connery?" Mrs. Brown asked.
"He is my principal, how can I not know him?" Carmen said, "Madam knows the Viscount?"
"Madam is a fan of La Traviata." Fuchs said. "When the opera adapted from this novel was staged in the Holy City the year before last, Madam watched it seven times in a row. I would say she was too addicted."
"Haha." Carmen laughed. He had heard of this kind of situation too many times. Not only it happened to Mrs. Bron, but also the Queen and Princess Elizabeth loved this novel very much.
"It's a pity that I haven't seen the Viscount's new work." Mrs. Bron did not deny it. "I heard that he is now a businessman, which is really rare among southern nobles. It seems that the empire has lost an artist and has more.
A businessman."
In fact, in the north, especially the Holy City, there is no objection to nobles joining industry. Carmen said:
"This is why the Viscount wants to recruit talents in the Holy City. He is now building new warships for the Imperial Navy."
"What do you think of nobles?" Mrs. Bron asked suddenly.
"He is just an individual, good and bad, and there is no difference from other classes." Carmen said.
"What about the aristocracy as a whole?" Madam Bloon asked again.
Of course, Carmen knew that such a club was not an apolitical salon as she claimed. If his answer was not satisfactory, the door of this club would be closed to him.
This is not surprising, everyone in the Holy City cares about politics, and the fat-bellied and hungry people often shout the same slogans, which is unimaginable to southerners.
Therefore, Carmen said very cautiously: "If the nobles do not seek change themselves, they will be pushed to change by external forces."
This sentence is very cautious, but it also makes people unable to make mistakes. It just depends on which angle you look at it.
Mrs. Blount and Fox both laughed.
It was also from this day that Carmen Gable truly integrated into some social circles in the Holy City.
He saw all kinds of people here, not only freelancers, journalists and artists, but also scholars and middle- and low-level officials. These people undoubtedly had the same political views.
Of course, he also got to know many seniors and big shots in the journalism industry, which will play an immeasurable role in the future of him as a rising star in the journalism industry. Just like someone touting the work of an artist in this club.
The masquerade party lasted for an hour, and the guests danced wearing various masks, and the high-end socialites were sought after by the men.
Some women got off one carriage when they arrived and boarded another carriage when they left, allowing Carmen to see another side of the Holy City.
After leaving the club, Carmen got on a public carriage. When the carriage stopped half an hour later, Carmen found herself in a strange place.
Several big men with sullen faces dragged him out of the carriage and forced him onto a chair.
A guy with a hooked nose asked fiercely:
"Carmen Gable, you are suspected of participating in rebellion!"