"Calais, what are you doing?" Old Ziano, who saw the newspaper, picked up the phone and scolded Contini, "Is there anyone who engages in political struggle like this? This is the level of street abuse!"

"Father, then how do you think you should fight?"

"We need to analyze the other party's program and policies, find out the problems, and then..."

"Father, can I win this way?" Contini interrupted the old Ziano's words in time and said, "In terms of age, Matteoti is about the same age as you; in terms of qualifications, I was just born when he was a member of parliament; in terms of status, he was the Secretary-General of the Socialist Party. Although I am the title of Chairman of the Youth League, it is not the same order of magnitude; in terms of experience, he has been dealing with others in politics many times, but I am a young man who has not even graduated from college... If you really fight according to your ideas, who do you think if you stand on a fair third-party standpoint, who will win?"

"This..." Old Ziano was stunned and finally sighed helplessly, "It's true that there is no big chance of winning. You shouldn't accept this job. Even if you take it, you must discuss it with me..."

"But now I'm not going to lose," Contini said in a confident tone. "Have you read the Socialist newspapers? They are basically scolding me. It's very ugly and unsightly. It seems that Mr. Matteoti is furious."

"How can you do this in political struggles like this? How many people do you know are watching jokes?"

"Look at the joke... I'm pretty worried that no one will watch the joke!"

After more than half an hour of explanation from Contini, Old Ziano finally figured out the idea of ​​this precious son: this boy who was afraid of the world would use the situation of big talk to amplify the debate and set off a verbal battle with Matteoti.

"Father, Matteoti can't scold me because I don't have any shortcomings he has...or rather, I'm too young and I don't have time to have any shortcomings that adults should have."

"But Matteoti has no bad habits..."

"The bad habit is not whether it is there or not. I said, he can have it! Father, ask yourself, you have served in the army for many years and then followed the leader. Have you made no mistakes in the past 30 years of adulthood and caused stains?"

"I..." Old Ziano was so panicked by his son's question. No one is perfect, but he is not a sage. How could he not make mistakes? Could it be that his son has mastered some deeds?

When his father didn't say anything on the other end of the phone, Contini knew that he must have thought it was wrong and prompted: "Since Matteoti is the Secretary-General of the Socialist Party and a member of parliament, he has to deal with all aspects. A saint and a moral model cannot be competent for such a position. It is difficult for even a teacher to work as a minister, let alone him? Do you think there are really pure and innocent politicians in this world? Even the Pope's cardinal dares to brag about himself like this in front of God, let alone a mere Matteoti."

"Since you accepted the leadership task, your son was not idle. I used a lot of manpower and material resources to review all the history of Matteoti. He did not have much black history, but there were a few things that could not be escaped no matter how you were. Your son, a well-educated and deeply influenced by the tradition of aristocraticism, and the representative of the younger generation of Italy, so far, has no black history. Everyone stands in the position of political competition. I am not an opponent, but in terms of occupying the moral high ground, how could your son be afraid of an old politician?"

Old Ziano was speechless. It was not that his son had no black history, but he believed that these black history was still very short and could not be exposed at all. In fact, Matteoti didn't want to scold him, but he found that he could not deal with Contini on political issues - this guy had neither a party nor a member of parliament. Even if he showed a stance towards fascist, it was useless, and there was no way to make a fuss in this place. So he could only quarrel against tit.

Old Ziano frowned and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

"A few more days, and then you can go to a lawsuit."

"Sece?" Old Ziano was stunned. "You want to use law to solve political problems? This is really a strange story. I have never heard of anyone doing this."

"No! Solve the problem between Matteoti..." Contini smiled slightly, "I am not going to be for the socialist party, that is the conclusion that leaders should worry about. I am going to be for Matteoti. As long as he destroys his prestige, I will win. I just formed a lawyer group and hired four of Italy's most famous lawyers. They are carefully looking for loopholes based on Matteoti's remarks in the counterattack. You should know that the Italian judicial system is a very interesting existence. Good lawyers can say the black ones to white ones, and the good ones to bad ones... Besides, all those who master judicial and administrative power are fascist's power. What do you think they should take?"

"Hello, it's not cheap to hire a lawyer..."

"It's okay." Contini said proudly, "The German money has arrived, and your son still has more than 2 million US dollars at his disposal!"

Old Ziano is speechless, having money means being willful!

On January 21, this "war" that was almost a shrew scolded by the political veterans and political rookies finally evolved in different directions. Contini filed a lawsuit with the First District Court of Rome on the grounds of "personal insults, slander, infringement of reputation, and causing trouble", demanded that Matteoti publicly apologize in the Socialist newspaper and compensate 10 million lira for mental losses. The court immediately announced the acceptance and quickly issued a subpoena to prepare for the first trial on January 30.

Since Contini filed a civil lawsuit, Matteoti's criminal immunity could not work, but he was not frightened. He believed that this was a thief's scolding, but he was ready to jump over the wall. Even if he went to legal lawsuits, what would he be afraid of? He obviously did not pay enough attention to the response, so he only hired two friends who worked as lawyers in Rome. Although they had some experience, they were not first-class in the Italian lawyer circle.

"Sujing, the trial is now open to hear the case of Mr. Galeazo Ziano v. Mr. Jacquemo Matteoti's reputational infringement... Do both parties need to apply for recusation?"

Contini shook his head: "No need."

Matteoti shook his head too.

With a "bang", the judge beat the gavel and officially announced the start of the trial. Since this case involves people with great backgrounds, the First District Court of Rome not only selected the three most experienced judges, but also placed them in the largest court. The audience seats that accommodated more than 300 people were packed. Except for a few supporters from both sides, most of the audience were media reporters and citizens who wanted to watch the fun.

"First ask the prosecution lawyer to read the complaint and speak."

Italy's number one ace lawyer, Sergio, stood up calmly and spoke first. When he saw that Contini's lawyers were all the most famous figures in the Italian legal circle, Matteoti frowned a little, as if he felt a little tricky.

"…On January 16, Mr. Matteoti published an article in the Socialist newspaper, insulting my client as ‘Mussolini’, which seriously violated the reputation rights of the parties and jointly damaged the reputation rights of others."

"What is the defense lawyer's statement?"

"Oppose the plaintiff taking it out of context."

"Please explain the reasons."

"Mr. Judge, although this sentence is short, the relationship involved is very complicated. First, he insulted Mr. Benito Mussolini as a dog; second, he insulted my client as a puppy; third, he alluded to the inappropriate relationship between Mr. Mussolini and the plaintiff's mother... To prove my point, please allow the court to subpoena the following three groups of witnesses: the first group is Professor Valero and Professor Rich of the Italian Higher Medical College, and asked them to prove that Mr. Mussolini is not a dog, and that my client is not a puppy, and both of them are in line with the common characteristics of human beings; the second group of witnesses is Mr. Benito Mussolini, and asked him to prove that there is no relationship with the mother of the client; the third group of witnesses is Costanzo Ziano, and that is, the parents of the client, and asked them to prove that there is no improper relationship with Mr. Mussolini..."

"Bastard, that's just a metaphor, no..."

"Oppose, the defense lawyer made a ruthless statement in court and insulted the prosecution lawyer."

The judge nodded: "Defendant lawyer, please calm your temper. Do you think you need to summon the above-mentioned witnesses?"

"I..." Matteoti was also speechless. What the hell is this proof? Is this still necessary?
Chapter completed!