Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 110 The grand spectacle of donations!

"

I don’t believe that dreams are fake,

I don't believe in death without retribution.

If the ocean is destined to break its dyke,

Let all the bitter water pour into my heart

"

For a time, the poem "Answer" was widely circulated on university campuses.

Aurora University, Guanghua University, Shanghai University.

In the library, in the park, in the classroom and even in the bathroom, you can hear the reason for this poem being recited from time to time.

So much so that some students who are not often exposed to poetry can almost recite it completely.

In order to support Bao Guowei, the students seemed to be carrying out organized protests. They gathered in front of newspapers such as "Shanghai Xinbao" and "Xinwenbao". They did not commit any violent acts and just recited "Shanghai News" loudly. The poem in "Answer".

For those who didn’t know, they thought another student movement was on the rise.

The government agencies in Shanghai were a little panicked at first, and Jinling even did something outrageous, causing students to rise up in protest.

After a subsequent investigation, it was discovered that it was actually this kind of thing. The fund-raising meeting was organized by Du Yuesheng, and Mr. Zhang Taiyan was also among them.

That's fine.

The government even sent a team of patrol officers from the police station to maintain the safety of students and prevent riots.

If the students want to take action, feel free to dissuade them, but if your newspaper office wants to beat someone up, I'm sorry and go to the police station!

However, surprisingly, this protest was very mild, and some people even spontaneously maintained order among the crowd, so it did not cause riots.

But it still caused a devastating blow to major newspapers in Shanghai.

"You bastard! Didn't you say things would go down soon? Why is it that there is no way to end it now!"

In the office of Shanghai New News, Lin Leyuan was wearing a pair of sunglasses. His body was obviously stained with mud, and even his face was scratched.

It's not that he was beaten, it's just that when he was about to enter the newspaper office, he was shouted at by hundreds of students.

"I do not believe!"

Feeling guilty, Lin Leyuan suddenly stumbled and fell into the mud. In order to maintain his image as a gentleman, he immediately put on a pair of sunglasses.

The deputy editor's face looked like a dead mother, and he said with a mournful face.

"Mr. Lin, it's all Bao Guowei. What kind of poetry does he write? He doesn't follow the routine!"

"Huh?" Lin Leyuan glared.

The deputy editor immediately twitched his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, sorry, look at me, I'm so angry, Mr. Lin."

Lin Leyuan looked around at the employees and said, "What about you? Don't you have anything to say?"

The employees present looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

In fact, everyone knew very well that reporting this matter to the newspaper was indeed a mistake, and it was even done intentionally.

In this day and age, how much money can you make just from ordinary current affairs news?

Although the newspaper was paid to do things in this conflict, no one knew that the editor-in-chief Lin Leyuan was adding fuel to the flames.

For newspapers, if they want to make money.

Not allowed to stir things up?

Let the two sides start a round of fighting. In the end, no matter the attacker or the defender, no matter who is right or wrong, no matter whether there is a result or not.

In order to gain a theoretical victory, who wouldn't invest some money in a newspaper just to publish an article?

By then, not to mention the surge in sales brought about by the conflict, the newspaper company will even be able to eat both sides!

Only this time, for some reason, it seems that I got angry?

Columnists and editors all have their own agendas, because the newspaper's reputation has plummeted, its sales have also been cut in half, and some are even starting to look for new homes.

Lin Leyuan asked: "How is Mr. Wu Tiao doing?"

The deputy editor rubbed his hands and replied: "We have already written to Jinling, and we should get a reply soon."

Lin Leyuan narrowed his eyes, sighed and said: "At this moment, we can only hope that there will be some action from the concession. If it doesn't work, we can only surrender."

Although he was very reluctant, Lin Leyuan knew that he now wanted to maintain the newspaper's sales.

Publicly announcing a donation is the best way to silence the crowd.

Under the combined punch, many newspapers in Shanghai that were targeting Bao Guowei, Zhang Taiyan and the fundraiser were completely silenced.

But newspapers led by the Times began a counterattack!

Under the mediation of Zhang Taiyan and Du Yuesheng, even "Declaration" joined the support position.

Various big names in the literary world have published articles.

Lin Yutang published a related editorial - "On the Evil Deeds of Zhang Xiaolin and Zhang Zhiping"

Zhang Taiyan also published several articles in succession - "A Book Refuting the Barking Disciple"

Dai Wangshu clarified Bao Guowei's character from a personal perspective - "Bao Guowei is a rising star in the literary world"

Even people initiated by Dai Wangshu, such as Shao Xunmei, Yu Shanhang and others, all published articles and comments in support after learning about the incident.

There are countless ordinary literati who spontaneously support Bao Guowei.

Even Hu Shizhi in Peiping paid attention to this literary debate in the south. He did not publish an article himself, but he discussed it with his friends and added his signature to the other party's article.

It can be regarded as a name in this "big event" in the literary world.

"Don't be anxious, don't be crowded. We have opened three donation boxes. If you need a large donation, you can send the money to this address."

At the fundraising venue, Gao Weixin greeted the staff to maintain order and shouted at the top of his voice to the crowd of people.

Just a few days later, the reputation of the fundraiser suddenly reversed, from the original skepticism to the support of millions of people.

Even the dispute some time ago was even more heated by the fund-raising event organized by Zhang Taiyan.

People follow the crowd. They heard that this fundraiser seemed unreliable, so they were in a wait-and-see mode.

And recently I heard in the newspaper that some big shot donated a certain amount of money, and it even seemed that the government officially supported it. The fear of the epidemic some time ago has now turned into a passion for donations, so much so that the traffickers were able to dig out some coins and solemnly put them into the donation box.

Students from many universities acted as the atmosphere team at the fundraiser, and they screamed when someone donated money.

Some of them even burst into tears when they saw donations from ordinary people.

Students are all pure, especially in this era. Most of them have a pure heart and truly devote their blood to the country and the people.

Lao Yang was free today. He heard that there was a fundraiser here, and it was related to Mr. Bao.

Without saying a word, he immediately took out five silver dollars from the money he saved on weekdays, and solemnly threw them in in front of the red donation box.

"Oh!"

"Mr. Gaoyi!"

"If a rickshaw driver is like this, how can those gentlemen from the foreign theater and dance hall have the nerve to remain indifferent?"

Just as he was about to leave, he heard the cheers and praises of the students around him.

Lao Yang was still a little embarrassed, smiled and touched his head, and then cupped his hands towards the students.

When he walked out of the venue, he couldn't help but straighten his back and strode towards the door.

"Brother Binglin, did you ever think that you could have such a grand scene?"

The literary world has been booming recently, and Du Yuesheng also went back to replenish his cultural knowledge. He has learned a lot recently, and he can speak decently.

Zhang Taiyan was a little excited. He nodded and said, "I originally just thought that I could find some friends in the Shanghai stock market and spread some influence. It would be great if some industrialists could also participate."

His nasolabial folds are now a bit deep, but they are relaxed at this moment.

"If it were in ancient times, this scene could be described in four words, and the people's hearts can be used!"

"I originally thought that the Chinese people were a little ignorant and sleeping. But now it seems that according to what Bingwen said, they are just a silent majority, but they lack the leadership of knowledgeable people."

Somehow, Zhang Taiyan's ideas seemed to have loosened a little.

Du Yuesheng laughed happily and said, "Brother Binglin, you really taught a good apprentice!"

"We were still having headaches before. I still have some connections in the government, and I can also say something in the newspaper office, but this will take time to work, and it is difficult to eliminate rumors."

He continued with a gleam in his eyes: "Bingwen's hand was just a waste of time, but he gave those sons of bitches a good slap in the face!"

He was so happy that he cursed subconsciously. Even Du Yuesheng couldn't rush to block someone else's newspaper just because someone else said a few words. This would ruin his reputation.

Not to mention all the subsequent troubles, so Du Yuesheng was holding back his anger. After knowing the whole story, especially when he saw that the usually hateful newspapers were boycotted by the students and were about to close down.

This feeling is more refreshing than stabbing a knife into the enemy's heart.

He finally understood why the criticism among literati was so fond of ruining others' reputations.

How can this hard knife be as useful as a soft knife?

Hearing this, Zhang Taiyan was not very excited. He had long recognized Bao Guowei's talent and talent, and even designated him as his successor.

But he felt even more that he was now like an eagle that couldn't protect its young. This apprentice grew up too fast and his talents blossomed too early.

It can't help but make people worry.

Zhang Taiyan folded his hands and said, "Now I hope that he can study hard, study abroad in the future, and serve the country well when he returns from his studies and make achievements."

These words reflected the earnest expectations of a master. Du Yuesheng felt a little emotional for a moment. He looked at his disciples, but he didn't like them.

Bao Guowei is so outstanding now, but Zhang Taiyan is still so harsh.

He couldn't be too relaxed. He looked at the disciples behind him for a moment, and there was a sharp edge in his eyes.

Du Yuesheng asked again. "Brother Binglin, this matter will be settled within a few days. The subsequent donations are still being tallied and will be handed over to Mr. Chu. How do you plan your itinerary?"

Zhang Taiyan said: "It's time to go back. There are still some things that need to be dealt with in Hangzhou. I will give lectures in Suzhou after the new year. Maybe I will visit Zhou Shuren tomorrow."

Inside a mansion somewhere in Shanghai.

"Zhang Xiaolin! Is this what you call extremely sure? Where is your backer? Could it be the Japanese?"

In the lobby, Zhang Zhiping was furious. The injury on his face had not healed yet, and his eyes were now a little blood red.

"Don't be hasty, don't be hasty."

Zhang Xiaolin took a sip of tea, a hint of fierceness flashed through his eyes, and then he squeezed out a smile on his face and said comfortingly.

"Isn't this all working? It will take some time. Du Yuesheng and the others won't be proud for long."

"A little time? Do you know that I am about to be ruined now!"

Zhang Zhiping became hysterical. He now felt extremely regretful. How could he be deceived by eating lard and help this person because of some money and inducements?

"Several friends sent me letters asking me what I was doing. Some even called me a despicable person and wanted to cut off ties with me. Even several newspapers and magazines cut off my columns!"

"I'm like a rat crossing the street now!"

The development of things completely exceeded Zhang Zhiping's expectations. The separation between the newspaper and some friends was still a trivial matter.

What worries him most is the ruin of his reputation, especially among college students in Shanghai. He is about to be criticized.

This is completely intolerable to a literati!

You can kill him, but you can't let him be ruined!

Zhang Xiaolin sighed and shook his head.

"You only talk about yourself, I have also lost a lot of people and territory, these"

At this time, a subordinate ran outside the door and whispered something in Zhang Xiaolin's ear.

Before Zhang Xiaolin finished speaking, his face glowed, and he pulled Zhang Zhiping out and walked out.

"What?" Zhang Zhiping said angrily.

"Stop being so useless. My ancestor, Mr. Sawada's people are here. Come with me to greet them!"

(End of this chapter)