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

Chapter 145 "Living" from now on

Wang Zhaowen's world solidified.

He felt like everything in front of him was moving in slow motion.

Especially the crowd rushing in from the door, their fierce and hateful faces were deeply imprinted in his mind.

A stone flew out of nowhere and hit him in the stomach.

In pain, Wang Zhaowen did not fire the shot at all, and even dropped the pistol.

He didn't lie, he never fired a gun.

I never assumed that I would have a chance to shoot.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and Wang Zhaowen was a little scared. He didn't know who had been shot.

Is it the crowd opposite, or the Japanese around me?

He turned to look at Lin Shicai, who was sweating profusely.

Lin Shicai wanted to shoot, but he kept trying and no gunshot was heard.

It turned out that he was so nervous that he didn't even press the trigger and kept exerting force on the outer circle.

For a group of people who have not received training on a daily basis, it still requires a little talent to use guns temporarily.

For example, Kuroda fired, but towards the ceiling.

But the sporadic gunfire was still drowned in the shouts of the crowd.

He wanted to pull the trigger again, but he had no strength and couldn't aim.

Because at this moment, Kuroda fell on his back on the ground, blood was pouring out of his chest, and his face had lost all color.

He used the last bit of his strength to look towards the shooting position, which was right behind him.

Only the dark barrel of the gun was retracted, a figure flashed past, and then disappeared.

"Nani?"

When the other Japanese saw Kuroda falling, they immediately panicked. When they reacted and wanted to shoot, the man who rushed up hit him with a hoe.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd rushed in like wasps and surrounded these people.

The remaining Japanese were like demons falling into the lava, being swallowed up bit by bit until they lost their livelihood.

Of course, Wang Zhaowen and Lin Shicai cannot escape, and no amount of begging for mercy will help.

"Gao Yuan, what are your plans for the future?"

"Mr. Bao stopped me just to ask this?"

Lin Gaoyuan was a little confused. At first he wanted to rush into the newspaper office angrily and cut those hateful Japanese into pieces.

But as soon as he reached the door, he was pulled out by a hand.

The person who was about to curse, looked up and saw that it was Bao Guowei. He immediately stopped talking loudly and answered in a softer voice.

"Join the army! Go fight the Japanese! Go fight those bastards who bully us!"

Lin Gaoyuan said with a grin.

"Good ambition."

Bao Guowei nodded appreciatively. As a young man these days, it is very rare for him to not think about making troubles in his cheongsam but to go online and kill enemies.

"Since you want to kill the enemy, why do you care about this moment? The Japanese inside are at the end of their strength. The most important thing now is to find someone to maintain order and prevent the common people from stampeding."

Lin Gaoyuan thought for a while, felt that what the other party said was reasonable, and nodded.

"I listened to Mr. Bao and asked the security team to maintain order."

"now it's right."

Bao Guowei smiled slightly on his face, but he was very emotional in his heart.

Naturally, his purpose in letting the other party leave was not just to find the security team.

In fact, Bao Guowei guessed that Lin Shicai would most likely be inside, but he just hoped that there would be no tragedy between father and son.

He sighed secretly, but saw Lin Gaoyuan coming back again.

"Mr. Bao, I still have a question that I need you to answer."

"But it doesn't matter."

"I just thought about it. You are right. We can't become stronger even if we kill these Japanese." Lin Gaoyuan said seriously.

"Even if it is these ordinary Japanese, we need to mobilize so many people if we want to take action. What if it is their army? The power of Hangzhou is limited after all. The unity of our city cannot represent the entire country."

He clenched his fists and said, "Only by going out and uniting the entire country can we completely defeat the foreign enemy!"

After an impassioned speech, his shoulders immediately relaxed, he scratched his head and said.

"That's how I feel, that's it."

Unexpectedly, Bao Guowei's pupils opened slightly at this moment, as if a string in his heart was touched by the other party.

"What's wrong sir?"

"Nothing, you said it very well. I am willing to work with you in the future to make my country united and strong!"

After just a while, Bao Guowei's eyes became clear and he stretched out his hand.

With a "pop" sound, Lin Gaoyuan held his hand tacitly and said excitedly.

"The same goes for me, Lin Gaoyuan!"

By the time Lin Gaoyuan left, the crowd was already cheering.

Bao Guowei knew that all the enemies in Qiuye Newspaper Agency were now dead.

He saw Lin Gao's vigorous steps from afar. This man's road ahead was destined to be full of difficulties.

And you still need to work harder on your own road ahead!

He took out a document from his arms, which was an envelope he had just taken from the post office.

Taking a closer look, this is an admission notice from a high school in Shanghai!

Night has fallen.

It was dark inside the office.

A reddish light spot floated in front of the desk, and a cloud of smoke dispersed between the faint lights.

Chu Huiseng had not smoked for several years, but he started smoking again today.

He waited alone and silently in the dark office for a long time until the door was gently pushed open. Chu Huiseng asked without even looking up.

"how's it going?"

As expected, it was Secretary Chen who answered the question. His voice was a little low, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his words.

"Sir, dead."

"All dead?"

"Seven beasts and two men who became beasts died."

"Where's the body?"

"They were all beaten beyond recognition and broken into pieces. Some people even wanted to eat their flesh!"

Secretary Chen's words gradually became excited, but he knew what Mr. Chu was more concerned about.

"The security team then arrived to maintain order. The people suffered at most minor injuries due to the squeeze, and there was no commotion."

"What should we do now?"

"Burn it, burn all the traces, and then let them evaporate."

"Yes!"

Secretary Chen naturally understood what Mr. Chu meant and nodded to write it down.

Then he saw Chu Huiseng waving his hands, and he retreated silently.

Chu Huiseng stood alone in front of the window, looking at the moonless night sky in a daze.

There was a smile on his lips, but there was also some worry.

Then he said with emotion.

"If the hearts of the people in our country can be like this, why worry about not being strong and prosperous?"

"The power of the people is like a surging river! Even the Japanese cannot stop the progress of our country!"

Zhang Taiyan punched the table. Although it hurt, his face still showed great joy.

Someone just brought the latest news about Qiuye Newspaper.

"Come up with your troops and attack! Go up and attack with your troops!"

Cai Chunshou also nodded one after another, his eyes filled with excitement. He put the tea cup down heavily and said with emotion.

"It's been a long time since I've been so happy. I used to be so depressed, but now I finally let out a breath of bad breath!"

"Bingwen actually did it? Is this strategy really possible?"

Although Fang Xinchuan was mentally prepared, he was still surprised and felt his heart tremble a little.

If Bingwen can do it, then his own penicillin must also be able to do it!

But while everyone was excited, they couldn't help but also have some worries.

Cai Chunshou was the first to say: "The Japanese side probably won't let it go. After all, seven people died here."

With the current international status of the government, if the Japanese get involved, what should Jinling do if they just have to tolerate it?

"Huh!" Zhang Taiyan said with a cold snort. "What are you afraid of? The law does not punish the public, and the public sentiment in Hangzhou is fierce. I am not afraid that he will always be bald and not consider it."

Fang Xinchuan analyzed it and said: "The follow-up is to see how Mr. Chu handles it. First, destroy traces to avoid leaving evidence and stories, and then pull out a few death row prisoners as scapegoats for inciting civil unrest."

"It is Japan's fault for spreading the plague. If it spreads internationally, it can also get support from other countries."

Zhang Taiyan was quite knowledgeable and added following the words.

"There is still an epidemic of influenza in the world right now. If the news about Japan spreading the epidemic becomes known, all countries will start to complain."

A look of pleasure appeared on his face.

"Since your country is spreading the plague here, why is Baobuqi also spreading it in other countries? Does the plague in other countries have anything to do with your country?"

"When various countries murmur and become suspicious of Japan, the diplomatic pressure will fall on them!"

"Sir! Don't you really want to go out for a while? The sun has been warming outside for the past two days! I think it will get warmer soon."

Zhang Pingan happily ran to Bao Guowei. For him, the warmer weather was a good thing.

Because this means that many fewer people will die on the streets.

"Clap clap clap!"

Bao Guowei was typing on the keyboard. He just raised his head and glanced at Zhang Pingan, and said with a smile.

"No, I'll wait until I finish writing this chapter. You go ahead!"

But he continued writing this chapter until dark.

He is isolated from all information and complexity from the outside world.

Lao Bao came to ask him to eat, but he ignored him.

Zhang Pingan asked him to rest for a while, but he ignored him.

He looked so sleepless and forgetful of food, as if he was possessed by a demon.

Bao Guowei's eyes were bloodshot, but there was no fatigue on his face.

"Meow!"

When the night owl outside kicked the stone away.

Bao Guowei just typed the last word.

"Finish!"

He took a long breath and took off a piece of manuscript paper from the typewriter, which was filled with the aroma of ink.

At this time, Lao Bao was already snoring in the house.

Zhang Pingan, on the other hand, kept rolling on the bed, talking in his sleep from time to time.

"Dad, mother, sister, come with me."

Under the dim light, Bao Guowei's eyes were shining with light, as if he felt the power in his manuscript.

Bao Guowei divided this novel into two parts.

I have just finished the first half, which is over 62,300 words!

The Republic of China version of "Alive" was finally born on this night!

(End of this chapter)