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

Chapter 117 Yemei said she wanted to write poetry?

The heat comes and goes quickly.

After only a few days, I don’t know if it was intentional or not.

The attack on Zhang Taiyan and Bao Guowei has gradually faded out of everyone's sight.

But as if they had received instructions, the Shanghai Stock Exchange and the national governments in various places also paid more attention to the prevention and control of epidemics.

This machine is like a lazy, fat old cow. Only with two whips will it reluctantly move forward.

Bao Guowei is still very busy recently. He has to deal with socializing with bigwigs from all walks of life during the day, and continues to create in the hotel at night.

He doesn't like these social situations,

Even as a social animal in later generations, this kind of situation where people talk to each other and ghosts talk to each other is already familiar.

But I still prefer to continue creating at home, or visit some literary masters, which is more relaxed and comfortable.

But there is no way. If you want to open up the relevant joints of the epidemic substance, you have to participate in these occasions.

According to Zhang Taiyan, there is no harm in participating more.

If you can see the faces of these people clearly, you will not be deceived again.

Because of this reason, the day to return to Hangzhou has been delayed a bit.

"After the victory of the Northern Expedition, a military reorganization committee was established in the country last year to unify and reorganize warlords from all over the country. The national government is nominally unified, but there is still no change from the previous warlord separatism."

"Li Zongren, Yan Xishan, and Feng Yuxiang still have irreconcilable conflicts with Chang Kaishen. Especially after Chang Kaishen ordered the arrest of Yan Xishan last month, the situation has intensified."

"The tension between these forces is tense, and it seems that a war is inevitable."

On the transfer car, Gao Weixin introduced Bao Guowei.

At the previous banquet, Bao Guowei met many officials from the Shanghai stock market and talked about the recent domestic situation.

The Central Plains War?

I almost forgot about this historical event.

The Great Depression in recent years has not only had an impact internationally, but has also caused serious domestic crises.

Of course, the most important reason for the war is the uneven distribution of interests among domestic factions and warlords.

"Nowadays, due to the economic crisis in the world, all countries have too much time to take care of themselves. If we can seize this opportunity for development, our national strength should be greatly improved."

Bao Guowei couldn't help but lamented. In history, this is also a golden period for our country to develop.

"People's hearts are always like this. How can those warlords care about the lives of the people?"

Gao Weixin has no good impression of the warlord.

"We're here, let's get off the car!"

He stuck his head out the window, and after making sure there was no danger, he asked Bao Guowei to get out of the car.

Recently, Zhang Taiyan suddenly realized that the attack was not directed at him, so he asked Gao Weixin to protect Bao Guowei personally.

"Bingwen, what are we going to do this time?"

Following Bao Guowei into the venue, Gao Weixin looked around very warily.

Smiling and patting the other party on the shoulder, Bao Guowei said: "Brother Gao, this is a literary salon. Don't be too nervous. There should be nothing wrong."

"Brother Bingwen, it's really not easy to see you!"

During the conversation, a thin young man with oily hair parted in the middle walked over with a smile.

He should have gotten Bao Guowei's photo, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to recognize it at a glance.

"Mr. Xu Zhimo?"

Bao Guowei also stretched out his hand and shook his hand politely, looking at the other person's small rimless glasses and long face.

It is the same as the photo of Xu Zhimo in my mind.

"Rao Zili, Chen Mengjia, etc. are all here today, as well as other Crescent poets such as Zhu Xiang and Sun Dayu. Most of them are not in Shanghai, or they are teaching in various places. If there is a chance, I must introduce them to Bingwen."

As soon as he saw Bao Guowei, Xu Zhimo became extremely enthusiastic and took him around to introduce him.

Today is the literary salon organized by Xu Zhimo. People from all walks of life in the literary and art circles are present, and it is very lively.

For example, Zheng Yimei, known as the "King of Filler", is a member of Nanshe. This literary society advocates bourgeois democratic revolution and promotes national integrity.

Such literati, even if they have a lot of information in their heads,

Bao Guowei is still unknown to most people.

After all, there were too many outstanding literary and artistic celebrities in the Republic of China.

Rao Zili now serves as the editor of Shanghai's "Crescent" newspaper, which is one of the important positions of the Crescent Poetry School.

Chen Mengjia was a student of Xu Zhimo, and he entered the Crescent Poetry School under his influence.

Although they are not familiar with each other, it is always more comfortable to talk to them than to speak in an official tone.

Xu Zhimo admired sincerely and said: "Bingwen is now a youth leader! He is famous!"

Just now they mentioned Bao Guowei's "Answer" again, and everyone was full of praise.

"In Jinling, singing is also popular in universities now." Chen Mengjia added.

He studied law at Central University, and this time he came to Shanghai specially to participate in the literary salon.

Bao Guowei waved his hands repeatedly and said.

"Don't dare to throw around the word youth leader. I'm just a high school student. You are all my senior teachers. Don't praise me too much."

What he said is correct. Among those present,

The youngest is Chen Mengjia, who is now nineteen years old.

Xu Zhimo is also in his thirties this year.

Among this group of people, he really didn't dare to say that he was a young leader.

What about youth leaders?

After actually wearing this hat, in Chang Kaishen's eyes, he was as obvious as wearing a luminous hat at night.

Go round and round,

In fact, Xu Zhimo wanted to recruit Bao Guowei into the Crescent Poetry Society.

But Bao Guowei didn't have many ideas. Joining the club meant that he would often produce poetry.

Where did he find so many poems? Rather than joining others, he wants to organize one by himself in the future.

Xu Zhimo was a little regretful as he was not very willing to see the other party, but he did not force him.

"That's true. Bingwen's recent handling of epidemic-related matters is more important."

He seemed to understand.

At this time, Chen Mengjia followed the topic and made a speech.

"I heard that the Shanghai Times has published a new report, which is about racial strife over epidemic infection. It means that white people are naturally superior to others, so the mortality rate from infection is relatively low. If we Chinese want to deal with this matter, we must need the help of foreigners. .”

"I don't know, Bingwen, what do you think?"

He knew that Bao Guowei was an expert in dealing with epidemics, so he raised his question.

"That's nonsense." Bao Guowei immediately replied. "Scientifically speaking, the differences between human races are minimal. There is no such thing as white people being superior to others. Don't you know that during the Tang Dynasty, white people with deep eyes and high noses were also called monsters?"

Racist rhetoric has become somewhat more prevalent in recent years.

Someone in the crowd inevitably said.

"In comparison, our situation is indeed a bit serious."

Bao Guowei shook his head and said.

"In 1918, the average life expectancy in the United States was reduced by 12 years due to the influenza pandemic. Since the pandemic, at least million people have died in Europe."

Compared to pure discussion, the data was obviously more intuitive, so everyone immediately stopped talking.

Rao Zili said with some indignation.

"These foreign newspapers engage in prejudice and discrimination all the time. I think we still have to rely on text-based methods to prevent and treat epidemics."

Having said that, in fact, the epidemic has not been successfully dealt with yet.

Many people in the market have already become suspicious of Bao Guowei's methods.

"I wonder when our country will be able to unite and work together to make progress. Whether it is fighting foreign enemies or blocking epidemics, now it is like a fragmented sand, each working on its own affairs and attacking each other."

I don’t know who made this sentiment.

He obviously took into account recent current affairs.

In this era, when it comes to the domestic situation, many literati can only sigh. After all, there is only a minority that they can do.

After all, there are too few literati like Brother Xun.

Seeing that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the venue, Xu Zhimo immediately waved his hand and said.

"Hey! Today is a literary salon. Let's talk about current affairs later. In my opinion, let's talk about poetry!"

Today's protagonist is obviously Bao Guowei, he looked at the other party and said.

"I don't know if Bingwen has any inspiration. Can you give us an idea?"

"???"

Bao Guowei looked confused. When he came here, he said he wanted to write poetry?

Why did you start writing poetry?

How about continuing to talk about other aspects, or current affairs? This stuff is all in my stomach.

Seeing that Bao Guowei was a little embarrassed, Rao Zili couldn't help but said to him to help him.

"You, Xu Zhimo, how can it be so easy to write poetry? Everyone is feeling depressed right now. What should you write to suit the occasion?"

Someone next to me also said it.

"Bao Bingwen's last poem was already amazing. I'm afraid it will be difficult to surpass it."

"To be able to write "Answer" at this age is already a genius. If he writes another song like this, he is not a monster, right?"

"I think it's better to let Chen Mengjia do it. Don't ignore it. He is also a poetry genius!"

Hearing that everyone had objections, Xu Zhimo couldn't help but explain.

"You guys have misunderstood me. Who said one song must be better than the other? I just let Bingwen start."

Bao Guowei deeply suspected that Xu Zhimo was rotten.

I praised myself a lot before, but now I am asked to be the first to compose a poem. If "Answer" is not as good, the momentum will be much weaker, right?

But Bao Guowei didn't speculate on the worst, maybe it was just unintentional and not that much scheming.

On the contrary, just now, he really felt the pessimistic mood of these people.

The last thing a person cannot lose is hope, and so does a country.

This was the reason why he had previously thought about the future for Brother Xun and Zhang Taiyan.

But compared to the two masters, the state of mind of these young people is much worse.

"I think there is a line of poetry that is particularly appropriate."

Bao Guowei said with a smile.

"what?"

Everyone looked at him in astonishment, thinking that Bao Guowei would not do it.

Do you really want to write poetry on the spot?

Bao Guowei flicked the wine glass, making a crisp sound, and then said to everyone present.

"I hope you all know."

"The night gave me black eyes, and I use them to find light."

(End of this chapter)