My years as a menswear boss

Jiqiu's painting skills have reached a bottleneck period. She is painting a scene of an opera performance. The model is naturally Grossi. She waved her hand, "Don't move."

"I've been in this position for two hours, master." Grossi twitched his face, his expression froze, and his young master, who was full of weird ideas, insisted that he bathe in In the morning light, the soft sunlight becomes hotter and hotter as time goes by.

"Okay, you go to have breakfast and continue tomorrow." Jiqiu gave up struggling, she threw away the paintbrush in her hand, and put herself on the sofa.

"Master, I've already bought today's morning paper." Forrester came in with the morning paper and handed it to the young man full of paint.

Jiqiu reached out to take it, she didn't read the newspaper, but waved to the British bodyguard, "No hurry, what's wrong with my painting?"

Forrester raised his head to look, his expression froze for a moment, the painting in front of him didn't have the slightest sense of beauty at all, the color concentration was too high, making people look glaring.

"Master, I'm a layman and don't understand art." Forrester chose a safe statement.

Jiqiu looked strange, "You said that when you were a lord, you were the most talented person in London for painting."

"I just said it casually. If I had half the talent I said, I would have been famous in the UK long ago."

Forrester replied with a serious face. When he saw that the young man wanted to say something, he quickly interrupted, "You might as well read today's newspaper, there is a wonderful story in it."

Jiqiu's eyelids twitched, she shook off the most popular newspaper in Paris, "Ta Kung Pao", and read it line by line, ignoring the bunch of modifiers, and grasped the point, "...someone reported the governor of Yanina, Ali ?Tiebelin was betrayed by his French officer and betrayed the governor to the Turks. The officer has now changed his name and changed his surname to become a nobleman who occupies a seat in the French House of Nobility. His name is Fernand Morcerf .”

She smiled after watching, "There is a good show to watch."

Since ancient times, no matter what country or era it is, betrayers have been despised and shameless. In severe cases, they may even be ruined, unable to gain a foothold in society, and finally can only choose to kill themselves.

"Now the streets are discussing this matter, not only nobles, but also common people, they are all waiting for a result." Forrester said.

"It won't be long before this news will be reported by other newspapers. Presumably, things will not be under the control of Earl Morcerf at that time."

Jiqiu used to be a newspaper boss, and knows a lot about this industry. "The truth will eventually come out, and the wicked will be judged as they should."

"If Earl Morcerf does not clear his charges within 48 hours, the time after that will become a fact in everyone's mouth."

When she was the prime minister, she knew the importance of public opinion. In the era without the Internet, ordinary people can only get information from newspapers, and they are more likely to be deceived.

This incident caused a great stir in the French House of Nobles, and every member of Parliament was discussing it.

Although they didn't like Morcerf, in order to preserve the innocence of the House of Representatives, the nobles quickly set up a private investigation team.

However, what these MPs didn't expect was that Morcerf's incident had spread to the common people, and it had spread far and wide. They were powerless to suppress this incident and could only choose to open the trial.

Turning around, Jiqiu received a letter of invitation to go to court. She folded the letter and put it in her pocket, then looked at the girl beside her, "Are you all right, Miss Haide?"

Hydela put on her veil, and her face under the veil was excited, "I have been waiting for this moment for so long, I can't remember how many times I have dreamed about my father and mother, only to wake up and find myself alone .”

"I will send Fernand Montague to hell so that my father's soul may rest in peace."

"I will definitely, I will be with you." Jiqiu said softly, she stretched out her hand and helped Haidai into the carriage.

Dantès's business in England is in trouble, he has to go to England to solve it himself, so Jiqiu can only accompany Haidee to the House of Representatives.

'Is it really because of a business problem? '

Jiqiu didn't think that Dantès would not be there at such a critical moment, she was more inclined that Dantès wanted to hide himself temporarily, in order not to arouse the suspicion of the other two enemies.

After getting out of the carriage, Jiqiu and Haiide walked side by side. At the door, she handed over her identity certificate to the guard, "I am Simon Roche, the son of the Count of Monte Cristo, and I am invited to follow this trial."

The guard lowered his head to confirm his identity, he looked at another veiled woman, "Who is she?"

"She is a witness, and the chairman of the House gave her a pass." Jiqiu said.

Afterwards, the guard let the two of them in, and when Jiqiu saw Morcerf angrily denying her crime, she coughed lightly, attracting the attention of everyone present.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Haiidee confidently walked up to the courtroom. She slowly took off the veil on her face and looked at Morcerf.

Morcerf's face immediately turned pale. He opened his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Haiidee narrated her life experience in a soft and calm tone, and she put all the evidence on the podium, "...my birth certificate, my deed of marriage, and my mother's death certificate are all here. "

"That judge sold his benefactor's wife and daughter for 40 francs... My father trusted his men so much that he didn't want to believe that he would betray him before he died."

Haidee's honey-colored eyes filled with tears, "This is the man who, after my father's death, cut off his head and played on the point of the knife. My mother was defiled by the Turks, she could not bear the pain, and chose Take your own life."

The chairman sitting on the courtroom was silent for a long time. He picked up the deed of sale, "It says that the Count of Monte Cristo redeemed you with an emerald. May I ask him about the situation?"

Haidee shook her head lightly, "Dear sir, my benefactor went to London on business a week ago, and he didn't know anything about it."

"Is that so?" The chairman looked at the young painter with outstanding temperament on the audience stage.

"I vouch for my family's reputation. I only found out about it this morning."

Jiqiu sighed softly and said with pity on her face, "My father loves every child very much, whether it is his own child or not. At that time, he saw Miss Haidee, who was about my age, living a hellish life. Life, he bought Miss Haidee's freedom out of the soft heart of a father, and brought her up like a daughter."

"Since I have known Miss Haidee, she has always been quiet, with dark eyes. I didn't know it before, but now I know the truth. I am willing to tell the truth about what I know. I just ask can help her."

"Fernand Montague, you are a vicious executioner, the blood on your body cannot be washed away! Your sins will eventually be known to the world! All your present glory and wealth are based on my father, Mother, above the white bones of your subjects!"

Haidee pointed to Earl Montague and shouted in a terrified voice, "I was only four years old at that time, but I always remember that those hands with scars handed me over to the slave master, and let me go from a The princess becomes a slave!"

Her chest rose and fell, she brushed the broken hair on her forehead, and looked at the chairman, "Your Excellency, you can send someone to Yanina to investigate, and you can prove whether what I said is true."

Jiqiu watched Morcerf's expression gradually become desperate, frantically tearing the bow tie around his neck, and the small voices of every congressman converged into silver needles, piercing him cruelly.

Morcerf broke free from the guards and left the courtroom like the wind.After a while, a guard informed him that he was leaving in a carriage.

"Gentlemen." The chairman picked up a small hammer and tapped it to signal everyone to be quiet, "Is the crime committed by Count Morcerf true?"

"True." Members replied in unison.

A look of relief appeared on Haidee's face. She put on her veil again, bowed deeply to the audience, and then left the House of Representatives with Jiqiu.

"You are really great! No girl can do better than you." Jiqiu said with admiration.

On the second day after the trial ended, the luxurious palace of the Champs Elysees was broken into.

"What are you doing, Albert?" Jiqiu, dressed in riding clothes, stood on the steps of the living room and looked at the angry young man.

"I didn't come to find you, where is the Count of Monte Cristo?!" Albert shouted.

"My father? He's in London." Jiqiu twitched the corners of her lips, and she looked at Albert, who was blushing, "What do you want to do with him?"

"Let me take a guess, you're here for your father, right?"

It was the first time Albert saw the young man staring at him with that kind of mocking expression. His brain was already occupied by anger, and the last straw in his heart was overwhelmed. He threw out the glove he had been clutching for a long time, "Simon Roche, I will fight you."

Jiqiu caught the white glove, and she said casually, "Okay, what do you want to use? A dagger, a horse wooden warehouse, or a sword?"

"...Of course, you come to find the witness. Remember to tell me the dueling weapon and the time and place of the duel. I will be waiting for you at any time." After saying this, Jiqiu turned and left.

Albert looked at the young man's haughty back, and he vented his anger and threw the whip in his hand to the ground.

"Master, you should let me be a witness." Forrester disapproved of Jiqiu's approach with bright eyes.

Jiqiu shrugged nonchalantly, "Why, are you afraid that he will play tricks?"

"After all, he is the son of Earl Morcerf, and he has the same blood as him," Forrester said.

"Don't worry, most of his character follows his mother's, so he won't be so shameless." Jiqiu looked at the clock in the living room, "When will my father come back?"

"About a week," Forrester replied.

"That's right, I can get rid of Earl Morcerf's son before he comes back." Jiqiu said indifferently.