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

Chapter 121 Mr. Lin Yutang’s gift has arrived

"I heard that Bingwen has made a big splash in Shanghai. You are really a heroic young man. I have long seen your qualifications. You are definitely not a piece of cake!"

In the living room, Chu Huiseng's face was a little dry and he had obviously lost a lot of weight.

But he still forced a smile and said.

"I don't have time to pay attention to these things. Secretary Chen told me everything. I like your song "Answer" very much."

"Despicability is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble. It is really unforgettable!"

Nowadays, literature is the only thing that can make Chu Huiseng laugh. When he talked about this poem, he showed genuine happiness on his face.

Zhang Taiyan did not give him face, and said with a cold snort.

"You old man, I haven't seen you for two weeks, why have you become so round and round? Let's get to the point quickly. There is no need to pay attention to these polite things. What is the current epidemic situation in Hangzhou?"

It was already evening now, and the living room was lit with lights, but it was still a little dim.

As soon as Zhang Taiyan and Bao Guowei got off the train, they were picked up by Secretary Chen who was waiting at the door, and they went straight to Chu Huiseng.

The desolate scene of Hangzhou along the way left a deep impression on them.

Chu Huiseng sighed, as if he had aged ten years, and he blamed himself.

"After all, I am not capable enough. As I said in my letter, the crisis in Hangzhou is now imminent. The plan previously proposed by Bingwen failed to be implemented smoothly within two weeks."

"The big reason is that we have insufficient manpower and the literacy rate of the people is too low."

Seeing that Chu Huiseng was working very hard, secretary Chen Fang came up to introduce the two of them.

"The main problem is the propaganda caliber."

It turns out that the main problem is the literacy rate in this era. Most people have little literacy and can't even write their own names.

Bao Guowei’s story has lowered the communication threshold to a certain extent.

However, the national government wants to consolidate policies one by one, such as lockdowns and methods of preventing and controlling epidemics,

Explaining this clearly to these people is really an extremely labor-intensive matter.

There are not so many literate staff in the government today. Even if there are, most of them are children from rich families who have read books.

Who is willing to risk his life to help these low-level Qiu Ba publicize?

In the final analysis, there is still one reason. The intensity of communication in today's era is much different from that of later generations, and the literacy rate is even worse.

Coupled with the rampant corruption among government officials, their work attitudes were inherited even from the late Qing Dynasty, and their mobilization capacity was seriously insufficient.

Various conditions have led to the incompatibility of current methods of epidemic prevention and control.

Chen Fang also said in a cryptic manner.

"Everyone says that the method is a good method, but it is really difficult to apply it in Hangzhou and now in China."

"Hmph!" Zhang Taiyan snorted coldly and then said.

"I didn't agree with this method when Bingwen proposed it at the beginning, but now it has been praised by experts across the country, and even the "Short Stories of Epidemic Prevention and Control" that was born out of it has spread to all parts of the country."

With sharp eyes, he glanced at the officials nearby who were pretending to be busy and said.

"Gusu is also under good control now. It is said that the mortality rate is several percent lower than that of previous epidemics. In the final analysis, it is still the reason for these dead officials!"

As soon as these words came out, some officials nearby paused.

He was angry in his heart, but he still dared not speak out against Zhang Taiyan.

Chu Huiseng sighed repeatedly and looked dejected as he said.

"After all, it was my dereliction of duty. If I could be completely ruthless and risk everything, I wouldn't be like this now."

Bao Guowei frowned, waved his hand and said.

"Sir, please don't say anything depressing. The most important thing for us now is to solve the problem. Is there any action from Jinling?"

The epidemic in Hangzhou is related to the holding of the subsequent National Games. Chang Kaishen, a face-loving guy, would not pay attention to it?

However, Zhang Taiyan seemed to be having trouble with Chang Kaishen, and said disdainfully.

"Huh, take it seriously? He is busy fighting with those warlords now, how can he have the energy to care about people's livelihood?"

Chu Huiseng said.

"I have received news that Principal Chang will send a guidance team to arrive. It is said that many experts have specially come to Hangzhou to help solve the epidemic. I hope it will be effective."

Zhang Taiyan found it even more funny and gave full play to his trolling nature.

"Hmph, this Chang Kaishen is used to doing these operations, always acting self-righteous. Dealing with these bureaucrats is already a problem, and if he sends a team of bureaucrats here, wouldn't it be a mess?"

"This"

Chu Huiseng still had a glimmer of hope, but he found it troublesome to say this to Zhang Taiyan.

The key is that what he said makes sense.

"What do the provinces say?"

Bao Guowei was also thinking, and it was really difficult for him to come up with a strategy for a while.

He has a golden finger, but he is not a system.

This matter is no longer just a matter for Hangzhou, it is related to the entire Zhijiang Province.

"Ji Kuan has also discussed it with me. Now that it can't be done, we can only ask some foreign experts to deal with it. Dr. Fang can do it."

The Huang Jikuan mentioned by Chu Huiseng is now the top leader in Zhijiang Province.

He was still a little apologetic. He was the one who asked Bao Guowei for advice, and now he was the one who wanted to ask for foreign aid.

He couldn't help but said with shame.

"Bingwen, I am solely responsible for this incident. If there is no other plan, I am afraid I can only suspend the previous plan."

on the way back.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Zhang Taiyan looked at Bao Guowei, who was a little distracted, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

He patted the other person's shoulder and said.

"Bingwen, you have done a good job, don't worry too much about yourself." After all, this is still a seventeen-year-old child who has endured too much pressure that does not belong to this age.

"I'm fine, sir."

And Bao Guowei shook his head,

He didn't have any worries or anything like that, he was just thinking of strategies in his mind.

The methods of preventing and controlling epidemics have been verified in later generations.

But is this method really adaptable to the local environment?

But Gusu City can be effective. After all, it is just a man-made disaster.

What else can you do?

Could it be that this spark of mine really couldn’t make any waves in this era?

night.

The dining table in Bao Mansion was now occupied by three people instead of two, and it was much more lively than before.

But the atmosphere was obviously a bit depressing.

Zhang Pingan noticed that Bao Guowei, who had been silent, was frowning tightly, as if thinking.

He suddenly thought of something and said to Bao Guowei with a smile.

"Sir, if you keep thinking about it, you may end up in a dead end. I have a good thing here. Do you want to take a look?"

"nice one?"

Bao Guowei was confused.

Zhang Pingan's words made some sense. He was indeed too anxious and nervous to think clearly.

But what is this good thing?

But I saw Zhang Pingan ran to the bed excitedly,

A heavy package was taken out from under the bed, and it seemed to contain something big.

"It seems to be from Mr. Lin Yutang. I dare not open it, but the person who sent it said it is a typewriter!"

"typewriter?!!"

Hearing this name, Bao Guowei was a little surprised, and he also leaned over.

Zhang Pingan said happily.

"Yes, it should be a typewriter. It will be more convenient for you, sir, to write from now on."

"open to take a look."

Bao Guowei suppressed the excitement in his words and said.

Was it successfully developed so quickly?

It shouldn't be. It's only been a few days. Even if you want to implement the drawings, you need to find a factory to customize it. It can't be done so quickly.

After Zhang Pingan opened it quickly, Bao Guowei looked at the machine and then saw Lin Yutang's letter, and then he suddenly realized.

It turns out that although Lin Yutang did not completely develop it, considering Bao Guowei's creative needs,

A prototype was specially selected from the warehouse for Bao Guowei, and the buttons were newly modified.

As you can see, there are many characters taped on the keys of this printer.

Lin Yutang even included detailed instructions to help Bao Guowei use it.

"I hope you will use it more and create more excellent works for our Chinese literary world!"

Seeing the last line, Bao Guowei couldn't help but be moved.

This gentleman treats himself with care!

If you want to modify it in a short time and have it delivered immediately by mail,

I'm afraid Lin Yutang started preparing it on the day he left, and should have even sent it out within two days.

I don’t know how many more nights I stayed up.

Thinking of this, the corners of Bao Guowei's eyes were a little moist.

"Sir, you don't have to work so hard when writing novels from now on. Your fingers are calloused."

Zhang Pingan's face was red, and he had regained some of his childlike temper these days.

Bao Guowei touched his head, shook his head and said.

"I haven't written novels lately."

"Then what to write?"

Bao Guowei looked up at the dark sky outside, seeing neither stars nor moon.

he murmured.

"Speech?"

“Guns, Germs and Steel needs to be written, but it needs to be adapted.”

“There are also some works that can be written quickly.”

"Mr. Lin Yutang has given me hope. I must continue to work hard."

Zhang Pingan tilted his head and couldn't understand what he was talking about.

"What do you mean sir?"

"I mean, do your best."

At this time, Lao Bao came out cheerfully, holding a pot of fish soup and said.

"Hey, my country's national security is very important now. Don't starve yourself. Only when you are full can you have the strength to think about things."

Bao Guowei wiped his tears and said with a smile.

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)