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

Chapter 130 Shocking everyone!

Intentionally or unintentionally fueling the situation, reports about students rescuing victims became popular in Hangzhou.

Adhering to the principle that whoever has breasts is a mother, newspapers and media launched overwhelming reports on this incident.

Many media actually have no stance. For them, traffic and income are stances.

then,

"High school students reveal their true feelings to help the victims, and see hope for the country's future in times of trouble!" 》

This headline ignited the public opinion field.

High school students, disaster victims, suffering, country, hope.

Every keyword attracts the reader's attention.

What is the biggest hot topic nowadays?

What is the topic that everyone is most concerned about?

Of course it’s an epidemic!

At a time when people in the city were panicking,

There is such a lovely group of students who, regardless of their own safety, lend a helping hand to the people at the bottom without hesitation.

Disaster relief?

In the past, it was a face-saving project done by many gentry to gain prestige, which inevitably seemed a bit utilitarian.

When students come to do this, it makes people feel extremely comfortable.

Students in their prime represent the hope of the country.

They still fight for the country.

Do you still have the nerve to sigh and feel sorry for yourself?

The people in the city cheered.

But in the homes of the gentlemen in Hangzhou, things really exploded this time!

Originally, with the spread of this plague,

It is common for dignitaries and nobles to hoard goods.

There are people who raise prices while sitting on the ground.

There are those who make a fortune from the anger of those who control the plague.

It can be said to be a lot of money.

The gentlemen were drinking wine and singing every night with their big white legs in their slit cheongsams.

Who would have thought that when they woke up, their home would be stolen? ! !

Almost all of my children have participated in volunteer activities.

Those who join are honored.

Those who did not join because of hesitation are now beating their chests!

In order to prevent volunteers from being "persecuted" by hateful parents,

Lin Gaoyuan also established a volunteer mutual aid association.

It aims to help students who are locked up at home completely escape from the clutches of their parents who are causing harm to the country and the people.

This further aggravated the conflicts in the city.

early morning.

The office building of the State Government in Hangcheng.

This place has completely turned into a vegetable market where officials vent their anger.

"This Bao Bingwen is simply despicable and shameless!"

"Bao Bingwen, you are not a human being!!"

"This is deceiving people! This Bao Bingwen is naked revenge, with bad intentions!"

I don’t know how many teacups were smashed in the office.

From time to time, officials covered their faces and cried.

"My baby is my sweetheart! I have raised him for sixteen or seventeen years, and forget about being playful and rebellious on weekdays.

Now even my old father doesn't listen to me, saying that if I prevent him from volunteering, I will harm the country and the people! "

There are also officials who only have a daughter at home.

"My Yingying was seventeen years old, so she went to that new-style school called Lao Shizi, and was bewitched by Bao Bingwen.

Now that I no longer have a family, I am only willing to follow that Bao Bingwen, and why don’t I marry him unless I’m married to him? "

"It's a lot of harm to people, it's a lot of harm to people!"

For a time, Bao Guowei caused public outrage.

Zhijiang Civil Affairs Building.

Wang Zhaowen grabbed Lin Shicai's collar.

He was glaring, he had never been so angry.

"Lin Shicai, I have already found out clearly that it is your son Lin Gaoyuan who was abducted by my two children!"

"Chunsong and Chunqian, two good children, ran away from home yesterday! Please return my children quickly!"

Lin Shicai said with a grimace: "Mr. Wang, we are like grasshoppers on a rope. My Gao Yuan was also bewitched by Bao Guowei. He didn't mean it. It's all because of this guy Bao Guowei!"

"Nonsense, Lin Gaoyuan has already been in the newspapers, and he is so boastful in the report! You kid, don't try to deny it, give me back my child! Give me back my child!"

When it comes to children, Wang Zhaowen has lost his mind.

"What should we do? What should we do?"

Lin Shicai's face turned red from suppressing it, but he still spread his hands and sighed helplessly.

Wang Zhaowen saw that it was useless to force the other party, so he pushed him to the wall, clapped his hands and said.

"Okay, this matter must not only be run by Bao Guowei alone, there must be the shadow of that old guy Chu Huiseng behind it, otherwise the matter would not have been hidden until now."

"what do you mean?"

"Gather all the officials who have been victimized, and let's go to Song Ziliang to file a complaint, so that Bao Guowei can't live without anything to eat!"

Wang Zhaowen said viciously.

the other side.

The limelight has once again hit the Shanghai stock market.

Since Bao Guowei became an instant hit in Shanghai, Huang Bohui simply set up a service point in Hangzhou in order to capture the traffic.

Real-time reports include Guowei’s latest production of "Yao Mo Zi".

In sync with Hangzhou,

Early the next morning, the latest issue of the Shanghai Times published this report.

The second page even includes the content of Bao Guowei's speech "I Have a Dream".

The former caused waves among the general public,

The latter caused a stir in the literary world.

Du mansion.

Du Yuesheng is naturally well-informed, and the fact that this matter can be advanced is due to his role in it.

But after seeing the news, he was still very excited.

The guest in the hall at this moment is Huang Jinrong.

In recent years, he has gradually receded into the background.

Either because they can't compete, or because they no longer have the desire to fight for power.

Now the relationship with Du Yuesheng is pretty good.

Seeing Du Yuesheng holding the newspaper and smiling from ear to ear, he couldn't help but ask.

"Yue Sheng, why are you so happy?"

Du Yuesheng replied with beaming eyebrows. "Haha, Mr. Huang, did you know that literati have been eloquent since ancient times, and are good at playing with words. They can speak in a colorful way and write in a colorful way."

Recently, he has improved his literary literacy and is now able to speak in some scenes.

"But talking is just talking after all. Talking is one thing, doing is another. I have always despised those rotten literati who talk on paper."

Huang Jinrong thought for a moment and asked, "Did Yuesheng find someone who can both speak and act?"

"This is natural!" Du Yuesheng said firmly.

"Among the friends I, Du, know well, there are literati who are eloquent writers and capable subordinates who are pragmatic and practical. However, Bao Bingwen is the only one who can take care of both!"

"Those who criticize always only talk about it, but who actually does it?

He held fund-raising events, invented bag masks, gave speeches to mobilize students to prevent and control epidemics, and even took the lead in disaster relief! "

"Isn't this a call from a distinguished person?"

Huang Jinrong smiled and commented: "The tone of Yuesheng's words is a bit strange, but Bao Bingwen is someone I would like to meet."

Public tenements are demarcated.

"Hey! This Bao Bingwen! He always comes up with some new tricks!"

Lin Yutang was holding the newspaper, which contained Lin Gaoyuan's photos and articles. The second page was Bao Guowei's latest work "I Have a Dream".

This issue of "The Times" is full of useful information!

Although he said he disliked Bao Guowei, Lin Yutang actually read the reports and articles several times and couldn't put them down.

For a long time.

Only then did he push up his fallen glasses with his hand, only to find that the hands he was playing with the machinery were stained with black engine oil, which turned his face into a dark stain.

Then he laughed at himself and murmured without paying attention.

"I have to work hard too, but I can't lose to a kid like you!"

Guanghua University.

Xu Zhimo arrived in Shanghai from Suzhou last night and had a class at the university this morning.

He hurried into the classroom with dark circles under his eyes.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard the sound of passionate recitation coming from inside.

I saw a student standing on the table and giving a generous speech.

A dozen students gathered around, raised their heads and began to recite silently with excitement.

"I have a dream that one day the Chinese nation will stand again among the nations of the world and tell them that the dragon in the east has awakened!"

"I have a dream that our country will abolish all unequal treaties and dare to say no to any country!"

"I have a dream."

Xu Zhimo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but ask the classmates next to him what was going on.

"Sir, this is the latest article written by Bao Guowei. It is called "I Have a Dream". It expresses the aspirations of our people!"

"Bingwen actually published another article?"

Xu Zhimo now also subscribes to The Times every day.

I haven't seen Bao Guowei's latest work in the past few days, so I can't help but feel a little disappointed.

The only thing I didn’t have time to watch today was that Bao Bingwen actually released a new work?

He immediately looked at it and found that there was not only Bao Guowei's new work, but also a report about students responding to the call and serving as volunteers to help prevent and control the epidemic.

After reading it, he took a deep breath and said.

"Bingwen! Bingwen! I really don't know how to evaluate you!"

In his excitement, he even had the idea of ​​going to Hangzhou to follow him.

After a while, the classroom finally became quiet when it was discovered that the teacher had arrived.

Xu Zhimo coughed and returned the newspaper to the student.

Putting his hands under the podium, he smiled and looked at the hopeful eyes in the audience.

"We won't talk about the text in this lesson. Let's talk about poetry, the pioneering work of the Misty Poetry School."

"Mr. Bao Guowei's "Answer"!"

Shanghai City, Shanyin Road.

In the window on the second floor, a frowning gentleman was concentrating on the contents of the Times.

Brother Xun's brows were still furrowed at first, and his face turned a little pale.

After reading the report in the Times, my brows relaxed a little and my face became a little rosy.

He slowly lit a cigarette, then looked out the window and murmured.

"What a blessing!"

"Sir, breakfast is here. You can't stop eating today, or your body will be ruined."

Xu Guangping's gentle voice came from behind.

Brother Xun smiled slightly, turned around and said, "Are there any desserts like sweet biscuits and Shaqima these days?"

Xu Guangping was a little surprised, smiled and said, "Yes, yes."

"Give me a portion, I'm going to enjoy it today!"

Inside the Zhijiang Civil Affairs Building.

Song Ziliang slammed an ashtray on the ground and said angrily.

"This Bao Guowei is simply lawless! Does he still take the government seriously?

Do you still take Principal Chang seriously?

If he acts without authorization and incites students, if something goes wrong, I can shoot him! "

Wang Zhaowen wiped his tears and said: "Chief, this Bao Guowei is really hateful, but I think Mr. Chu was indispensable for adding fuel to the flames. Those supplies were sent out for nothing."

Zhang Shicai added in annoyance: "You have also seen that now the entire Hangzhou has almost become Mr. Chu's voice. He, the leader of civil affairs, is like the leader of Zhijiang!"

"Humph!" Song Ziliang was also very dissatisfied with Chu Huiseng's recent absence from the banquet. Coupled with the matter in front of him, he said sadly.

"I will definitely talk to Principal Chang about this matter in Hangzhou later, so you can rest assured."

Wang Zhaowen and Zhang Shicai, including some officials present, suddenly showed secret joy on their faces, but they quickly concealed it well.

"Uuuuuuuuah, my poor child~"

At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps came.

"Chief! Chief!"

The secretary suddenly ran in from the door, making a fuss.

He whispered to Song Ziliang for a while.

"what?"

Song Ziliang's eyes widened and he took the telegram from the other party's hand.

After looking at it for a while, his face changed from gloomy to bright, and then he sighed and said.

"Everyone, this is a telegram from Principal Chang."

The expressions on the officials' faces suddenly changed.

(End of this chapter)