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v1 Chapter 288: , Salvation Congress

To be honest, André has never been to the Moulin Rouge, although he has long respected this place. But the heavy schoolwork made him breathless. Although the teacher didn't assign homework for them this Sunday, Andre still didn't dare to relax because the midterm exam was about to be held soon.

The exams for electrical engineering subjects are not the same as those for art. It is said that in the last class before the art exam, some teachers would say to the students: "Ah, gentlemen, according to the school’s requirements, we have to take a **** exam. Hell... Ah, the school requires the whole The test paper adopts a hundred-point system, and the questions cannot be less than two. Well, tell me, which two questions shall we test?"

So the students ranted about the content of the exam, and the teacher smiled and put a certain classmate up on the blackboard and asked him to record the questions everyone mentioned. Then naturally the whole class voted democratically. After the results of the voting came out, the teacher began to talk about the two selected questions, and then everyone prepared for a few days before taking the exam.

After finishing the exam, the test papers are put away, and the teacher rolls all the test papers into a paper tube. Use a blank sheet of paper on the outside, write "all 100" on the blank paper, and throw it away at the Academic Affairs Office. ended.

But this is not the case for "electrical engineering". A few days before the exam, the teacher has told everyone: "We have two major questions in this exam, each with 50 points. If you make a mistake, you will fail. You can consider transferring to other majors, we don’t need idiots here!"

As for democratic voting or something, it is even more so than to think about it. Compared with the teachers on the art major, the teachers on the engineering major are all killers. Some guys can make one-half or more people make up the exam or even retake it every year. Electrical engineering is a newly opened subject. It is not clear what will happen, but it is said that some of the more popular majors in the past are kicked out every year. Andre feels that power engineering will certainly be no exception anyway. If you don’t pay attention to the exam and get a zero score (two big questions, the result is wrong, no process points are given; if the result is correct, the process points will be deducted-it is really easy to get zero points). It's really dangerous...

"Anatole, we will have an exam soon... You know, our subjects are different from yours..." Andrei said.

"Come on, let the exam go to hell! Andre, tell me, how many times did you walk into the classroom last exam?"

I don’t know when, two bad habits have become popular in some science and engineering courses at the University of Paris. One is to give students a fixed number, but in which classroom you are in class, you have to sit in a seat with your own number. It is said that this is to be able to clearly monitor who is absent from school, so as not to be deceived by the answerer.

As for another bad problem, the student’s seat number is changed every time the exam is taken. The rule is this, everyone is waiting outside the classroom, waiting for the assistants to roll their names according to the test scores from highest to lowest. Students who get the first place in the exam can enter the classroom first and choose a position that makes them comfortable, and then the assistant teacher registers the new number. Then came second... and for the students who ranked behind, this was almost a public sentence. At this time, if you choose to absent from school, you will definitely be expelled, and the tuition will not be refunded!

"The fifth one." Andre replied.

"Look, you are still far from danger!" Anatole said indifferently. "Just go and take a look. It won't take much time. You can't bury yourself in the library, classroom, and In the laboratory. Occasionally, it would be nice to have a long view. Otherwise, one day when you return to Petersburg, your sister asks you:'Brother, what is Paris like?' Could you tell her'Paris Yeah, there are many classrooms, a lot of books, libraries with too few seats, and various laboratories?"

"No matter how I introduce Paris to my sister, I won't introduce her to a place like the Moulin Rouge." André replied.

But despite saying that, in fact, Andre is really curious about "Moulin Rouge". In fact, as a young man, if he is not interested in "Moulin Rouge", then he must have a very serious problem.

So Andre still decided to go to the "Moulin Rouge" with Anatole to see, of course, just to see, anyway, he will come back the next afternoon and go to the library to read.

Of course, "A place like the Moulin Rouge is always the most fun at night. So, since they have decided to go see it, Andre and Anatole immediately got into action and got on a car together. Horse-drawn carriage in Montmartre Heights.

Business in the Montmartre Heights area is very good today, as can be seen from the large number of carriages going to Montmartre. In fact, this time is the busiest time of the Moulin Rouge, but it is also the busiest time of the road leading to the Moulin Rouge. Because there are too many vehicles and traffic jams often occur, everyone has said that the road is too narrow. It’s not enough.

After several inspections by Minister Lucien himself, he discovered a very obvious characteristic of the road traffic leading to the Montmartre Heights-every afternoon, there will be a large number of vehicles heading to Montmartre from all directions. There are very few vehicles from Montmartre to other areas. On the contrary, in the morning and morning, most of the time, there are only vehicles returning from Montmartre to other areas.

So Minister Lucien creatively proposed the measures for the time-limited one-way. Today, most of the roads leading to the Montmartre Heights have become so-called "time-limited one-way streets." That is to say, from the afternoon to the evening, vehicles on these roads are only allowed to drive in the direction of Montmartre, while in the morning and morning, vehicles are only allowed to drive from the direction of Montmartre to other directions.

Even so, André and Anatole did not reach Montmartre until it was almost dark.

The two got off the train at Montmartre Station, from here you can already see the iconic red windmill of the Moulin Rouge from a distance. The sunset is putting her last rosy glow on the red windmill of the Moulin Rouge.

The road was quite dark, and the city officials were lighting the gas street lights one by one. Although it was night, the streets became more and more lively. There are a variety of lights hung at the door of each store, which is dazzling.

Anatole smiled, and he pulled Andrei and said to him: "My friend, haven't you seen such a night? You never want to see such a scene in Petersburg."

"Yes, Petersburg is not so prosperous, and at this time, people can freeze to death on the streets of Petersburg." Andre also smiled.

"There are still several friends today, and they have all agreed to meet here." Anatole said again.

The two men walked through the hustle and bustle of the crowd towards the red windmill. Along the way, Andre noticed that there were police officers patrolling on horseback almost everywhere.

"Why are there so many police here?" Andre asked, frowning.

"Of course, who are the most people who come here every night to play? Of course they are rich! And when is the busiest here? The busiest at night. If there are not enough police here, then the streets are not full of pickpockets ?" Anatole said.

As the two spoke, they gradually walked to the door of the Moulin Rouge. A luxury carriage passed them from behind and drove directly into the parking lot of the Moulin Rouge.

In order to ensure traffic, ordinary public carriages can only stop at the station, and only those who are rich and willing to pay special fees can drive directly to the entrance of the Moulin Rouge. There is a special parking lot for private carriages. This parking lot charges a lot and requires advance reservations. Most people can't get a parking space at all. Now, in Paris, being able to get a parking space in the Moulin Rouge parking lot has become a sign of status. There is also a legend that the No. 1 parking space of the Moulin Rouge is exclusive to a certain big man.

However, these have nothing to do with Andre and the others. After all, most of the foreign students in Russia will eventually return to their country, because they are all nobles.

Anatole was a frequent visitor to the Moulin Rouge, and he took Andre into the Moulin Rouge skillfully. The performance has not yet started, but the lobby of the Moulin Rouge is full of people.

Anatole took Andre into a box. There were already a few young men and women sitting on the big sofa where ~lightnovelpub.net~ The performance hadn't started yet, so Anatol took advantage of this opportunity I introduced Andre to these young people and introduced these friends to Andre.

As Andre realized, those friends of Anatole were basically art students, and most of them were very talkative. Everyone is more outgoing than Andre. Several of them are young people, and there are fine wines here, and there are beautiful women who accompany them to adjust the atmosphere, so everyone quickly became friends.

After a few sips of wine, everyone talked a lot. Soon the topic changed from how well Paris is to complaints about Russia’s backwardness and dullness, and then it became how to change Russia and make Russia one and France. As great as a country.

"It's difficult." André shook his head. "What you see is only the superficial prosperity, but below this is another amazing force-the power of industry. All French policies are working hard to promote industry. So they wiped out everything that hindered industry, and in Russia, there are many such things.

"Andre, what you said is right! Well, all of us are Russian children, and we have a responsibility to change everything. We have a group called the Salvation Congress. Would you like to participate?" Asked the husband's big man.