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

Chapter 148 Bao Guoweihuo went abroad?

"Trash! They're all trash! What use do I need from you people who are just doing this?"

In an office of the Shanghai Municipal Government.

Chen Dezheng was furious and tore up several pages of the book on the table, but he still couldn't relieve his hatred.

He pointed at the dozen captains in front of him, his fingers trembling with anger.

"Hundreds of people can't even seize a book. This book is still circulating in the university today. If "Alive" cannot be sequestered, you bunch of losers should stop living and die for me!"

The captains were trembling, not daring to say a word. They all lowered their heads and looked at the vamps, letting Chen Dezheng insult him as dirty as he could.

Chen Dezheng's eyes are splitting. He has just taken office not long ago, and he has mastered the power of the government department and culture and education in Shanghai.

He was planning to do something grand and grand, so that the guy from Jinling would look at him differently.

It was going well before, but it made people in Shanghai's cultural and educational circles panic. Those masters who were usually awesome and coaxing were also afraid of him, which made Chen Dezheng extremely comfortable.

But who would have thought that Bao Guowei would hit a snag here? He would never give up, and even sent out all his men to work overtime with high intensity to seal the deal.

The members of 007 are miserable all day long, but they still have to press forward.

But even so, the spread of "Alive" cannot be completely blocked. How can Chen Dezheng not be angry?

"Are they all dead? Speak!"

The team members shrank their heads and cursed in their hearts.

You are the one who makes me die, and you are the one who makes me speak. Do you think you are the Buddha?

But after just some slander, the captain immediately replied with a grimace.

"Mr. Chen, it's not that brothers don't try their best, it's really that these students and scholars in Shanghai are too cunning."

It didn't matter if he didn't say it. Once he said it, all the team members seemed to have opened up their chat boxes, and there were countless grievances in their hearts that they wanted to vent.

"Yes! These booksellers and students are so cunning! We have seized one batch and another, just like leeks, they keep growing."

"I heard that because the book we confiscated has become famous now, scholars are proud to collect a copy of "Alive", especially the original version of "Novel Monthly", which has been sold at a high price, and many people have collected it."

Chen Dezheng was so angry that his beard trembled. So this is it?

A few days ago, the number of "Alive" books confiscated in the warehouse has inexplicably decreased a lot.

I was surprised at first, but now it seems that these guys are the ones stealing from me!

The most important thing is that I didn’t receive a single point!

Damn guys!

He was still about to have an attack, but he heard another captain say.

"Director Chen, I can't blame us for this matter. As far as I know, not only our place, but also other places are having difficulty in sealing this book. Jinling has issued several orders, but there is still no way to prevent it. "

"That's right, that's right. In my opinion, it's better to be sparse than blocked. Let's not waste our efforts."

Chen Dezheng glared at the other person, who then shrank his neck angrily.

But at this moment, Chen Dezheng's expression had softened a lot, and he also understood that even if Jinling wanted to ban it, it would not be able to stop this surging trend.

Why not take this opportunity

The idea came to his mind, and he immediately became excited. If he sold all these books,

"No, you have to do what you have to do!"

Chen Dezheng coughed and said this, but he obviously relaxed.

The captains immediately seemed to be celebrating the New Year, with smiles on their faces.

But Chen Dezheng still said with a straight face: "I vomited out everything I ate before. It's a disgrace to you!"

The captains lowered their heads like defeated roosters, inevitably cursing in their hearts.

"Yes!"

After everyone left, Chen Dezheng sneered.

"I ban all kinds of books, you get 90%, and I get 10%? Do I have to thank you?"

At this time, Chen Dezheng's secretary came over and said with some worry.

"Chief, it's hard to seal "Alive". How should Jinling explain it? What if Principal Chang blames it?"

Chen Dezheng was also worried about this. After hesitating for a moment, he clapped his hands and said.

"This matter must not be carried out anymore. If it doesn't work everywhere, let's do it. Doesn't this make people hate us?"

"How to do that?" The secretary was a little confused.

Chen Dezheng chuckled and said with a proud smile on his face.

"Let's divert our attention and conduct a public opinion poll to elect the person who the people love and admire the most. This is also an achievement, isn't it?"

"Is this possible?" The secretary was a little skeptical. But Chen Dezheng looked very proud, thinking that he had come up with a clever trick.

"When our Principal Chang is on the list, he will be extremely happy!"

He narrowed his eyes.

"During this period, some special operations will naturally be required."

"Is that so?"

The secretary's eyes widened, looking thoughtful.

"I leave this matter to you. You must not screw it up and make an own mistake."

The secretary nodded, as if he was convinced.

"Don't worry, leave it to me and everything will be taken care of."

"Mr. Lin, seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. You are really as free and humorous as the rumors say!"

Qiao Yue is the Chinese translator of the Shanghai Times and the domestic secretary of editor-in-chief Maitland.

He felt a little speechless now.

I just knocked on the door of Lin Yutang's house and called in. I finally managed to deal with the difficult concierge.

The Mr. Lin Yutang who appeared in front of him looked as slovenly as a craftsman working in a factory.

He is holding a wrench in his hand, surrounded by a plastic blue fence, his face is stained with oil, and his eyes are dark. How can he look like a literary master?

Even Maitland winked at him from time to time, wondering if he had made a mistake.

Is this guy Lin Yutang?

Qiao Yue didn't think there was a mistake, because the address was indeed here. Lin Yutang would never make a mistake when submitting his address to The Times.

"I'm Lin Yutang, what's going on with you two?"

Mr. Lin Yutang was studying the Mingkui typewriter when he was disturbed by these two people.

Otherwise, if the other party claims to be from the "Shanghai Times", Lin Yutang will kick them out no matter what he says.

Maitland came with a purpose, so naturally he could only bite the bullet and say.

"Sir, I am the editor-in-chief of the Shanghai Times. I wonder if you translated the modern poem "Reply"?"

The foreigners were quite polite, and Lin Yutang's expression softened a little.

He said in the same straight London accent.

"Sir, I am Lin Yutang. "Reply" is the work of Mr. Bao Guowei. I am honored to translate it into English."

After hearing the familiar Cockney accent, Maitland was shocked. There are too few Chinese people in Shanghai who can speak fluent Cockney accent!

This gentleman must be Lin Yutang without a doubt!

Maitland suddenly became excited. He held Lin Yutang's hand, without any concern for the cultural differences and the discomfort he caused to the other party.

"Mr. Lin, I have been looking for you for a long time. You were not at home many times when I visited you. This time I finally found you."

He took out several newspapers from his arms and said.

"This is a newspaper sent from London. They are all writers from England and even from all over the world. They speak highly of the poem "Reply"! You must read it!"

"Also, Your Excellency, please tell me Mr. Bao Guowei's contact information. Please be sure to reprint the "Answer" to our newspaper. If you can write a review, that would be great!"

Lin Yutang finally pulled out his hand. He heard that there were many rabbits in England, which made him feel a chill behind him.

Maitland spoke a lot in broken English, which made him confused, but fortunately he understood.

Bingwenhuo went abroad?

Thinking of this, Lin Yutang felt a surge of joy in his heart, as if the melons he planted at home had finally come to fruition.

He immediately thought of Bao Guowei's latest work, and an impulse immediately arose in his heart.

Then he said.

"No problem, Mr. Maitland. Not only can I help you contact Mr. Bao Guowei, I will also introduce you to a brand new work by him."

""Alive"!"

Lin Yutang introduced with excitement.

"This book describes the ups and downs of China in the past sixty years. Starting from the level of small characters, it shows the extraordinary Chinese people's will to survive. In my opinion, this book can be said to be the "Resurrection" of China."

"For British gentlemen who want to understand China, this book is the best way to learn about it!"

"I'm currently translating it! It will be available soon!"

Lin Yutang's eyes were intense, but he grabbed the other person's hand tightly, making Maitland suddenly startled.

(End of this chapter)