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

Chapter 161: Old Zhang, please be more honest!

"Hahaha! Where are the reporters? Where did the reporters die? Aren't you usually very active?"

"Quick, quick, record all Mr. Taiyan's words. I will read them in all the famous newspapers tomorrow! These are Mr. Taiyan's heartfelt words when he retired!"

"Similarly, it is also a sign of a rising star in the literary world!"

Huang Kan's eyes were bright, and Zhang Taiyan's words made his blood boil, so much so that he forgot the pain in his heart after just being kicked.

But while he was smiling, the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually faded away. When he saw the high-spirited Bao Guowei on the stage, his eyes suddenly felt hot.

What a great thing it would be if I could stand in that position, gain the inheritance from my husband, and be sought after by so many people!

The fire of jealousy spread quickly like burning on dry wood.

"Quick, quick! Write it down! Write it all down!"

There were some newspaper reporters from Hangzhou around, and even relevant reporters from the Times came to participate.

After hearing Huang Kan's words, they felt like waking up from a dream. Before the memory in their heads had faded, they quickly took out pen and paper to memorize it quickly.

Mr. Zhang Taiyan is different from others. You can ask him later to correct what other gentlemen said.

This gentleman has a weird temper, but he doesn't give the newspaper reporters any face at all.

When the noisy sound came, Huang Kan felt as if he had been slapped, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The fire of jealousy in his heart gradually subsided.

This person is a complete scum when it comes to the relationship between men and women.

But in his daily academic conduct, he still has an air of justice.

He considers himself to be a temperamental person who is generally not affected by external objects, except of course the beautiful female students.

Today I seem to be fascinated by this magnificent scenery.

He patted his head with emotion, retracted his thoughts, then tightened his fists and said silently.

"Junior Brother Bingwen is truly a great talent! He has such a way of showing off his talent, and his literary talents are better than ordinary people. The most important thing is that he can use the limelight just right so that others can support him willingly!"

Huang Kan said with firm eyes: "I, Huang Kan, have never been afraid of learning. I must learn all of Junior Brother Bingwen's outstanding skills."

Beside them, a master and a disciple, they couldn't help but feel a little surprised when they saw Huang Kan's performance.

The apprentice turned to Li Shutong and asked: "Master, what is this gentleman doing? The expression on his face changed many times. Sometimes he looked scary, sometimes he looked ordinary, and now he became The will is strong.”

Uncle Li said a Buddhist name and explained to his disciples with a smile.

"This benefactor is obsessed with appearance, you must not imitate him!"

The apprentice looked thoughtful, looking at the calm Bao Guowei in the stands, and then at the excited Huang Kan. Over and over again, he seemed to have some enlightenment.

Then he nodded firmly and said.

"Students understand!"

"It's such a pleasure! It's such a damn pleasure!"

Chu Huiseng and Cai Chunshou were already sitting at the table. While the two were eating their food, Cai Chunshou let out a sigh of relief.

He seemed to be moved by Zhang Taiyan's words, wiped the tears from his eyes and said.

"That's how it should be! That's how it should be! It's only natural that Bingwen is what he is today!"

If there is another person in Hangzhou who cares about Bao Guowei besides Bao Guowei's father and Zhang Taiyan, it is Cai Chunshou.

Nowadays, paying attention to Bao Guowei's movements every day has become a required course for Cai Chunshou.

He is not like the master, but he is the master.

If I could have met Bao Guowei earlier, would I have been able to become a master and disciple like Zhang Taiyan is now?

"Hahaha! This Bao Bingwen, ever since I was in Songhe Tower, I felt that there was something extraordinary about him between his eyebrows. I never thought that in just two months, he would do some great things!"

When Chu Huiseng thought about it, if he had not met Bao Guowei, not only in Hangzhou, but also in the entire country, how many innocent people would have died?

The number is probably incalculable.

He felt that his original decision was wise. After listening to Bao Guowei's advice, the epidemic was resolved as expected.

Then he thought of something again. Chu Huiseng turned to Cai Chunshou and asked.

"Brother Cai, I heard that you have always loved the novel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?"

Cai Chunshou was in a mood. After being disturbed, he was obviously a little unhappy.

he said angrily.

"Brother Chu, shouldn't he be like outsiders and say that "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is a useless pastime?

I naturally feel that this novel has created a new form of popular novels. The feelings of family and country and the love between children and children contained in it are even more heart-stirring. Compared with previous popular novels, it is worlds away. Don't. "

When Chu Huiseng saw that the other party was getting excited, he immediately waved his hands and said as if begging for mercy.

"Hey, I won't argue with you about this, I just heard it."

"The news just came, it seems that "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was written by Bingwen's nephew."

"How is it possible in Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

Cai Chunshou had just finished speaking when his words stopped in the air, and then he immediately turned to look at Chu Huiseng, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He grabbed the other person's wrist and said.

"Brother Chu, what did you say? Say it again!"

Chu Huiseng was caught off guard and said strangely: "The Legend of the Condor Heroes was written by Bingwen. Is there any problem?"

Cai Chunshou's eyes widened and he couldn't speak for a long time.

In the banquet, the female friend looked at Lu Yin, who was wandering around, and couldn't help but touch her forehead.

"Shuyi, what's wrong with you? After chatting with that Bao Bingwen, when he came back, it was as if his soul had been taken away."

Someone else at the table joked: "Hey, I see that Bao Bingwen has a tall and straight figure and good facial features. The most important thing is that this young man has outstanding talents. If I were ten years younger, I would definitely look for someone like this." Men, treat yourself as your own rightful husband!”

"Shuyi, you are not tempted, are you? This is impossible! Bao Bingwen is only seventeen years old now, which is still a generation behind!"

The teasing of the female companions around her did not reach Lu Yin's ears at all. She was still thinking about what Bao Guowei had just said.

And Zhang Taiyan’s impassioned speech just now.

He kept mumbling in his mouth.

"Southwest of Bao Bingwen."

Little by little, an idea emerged from her heart and could not be suppressed for a while.

Vaguely, she decided on something.

Among the crowd in the audience, there were bursts of applause from the old gentlemen. Different from their previous attitude, they now also had tears in their eyes.

Several people shouted from time to time.

"Brother Binglin, you can't retire! Without your grace in this literary world, it would be a lot less fun."

"Yes, Brother Binglin, we agree with this article. If anything happens in the future, we must fully support it, but there is no need to retire."

Seeing the enthusiasm of all the old friends in the audience, more tears flowed down Zhang Taiyan's face.

He raised his sleeve and wiped it.

"Dear friends, I am getting older. I, Zhang Binglin, am now over sixty years old. In my sixties, I feel that I am often too weak to do what I do."

Zhang Taiyan glanced at Bao Guowei and said: "I was still feeling melancholy before. If I, Zhang Binglin, are missing from the Chinese literary world, some ghosts and snake spirits will inevitably come out to cause mischief again."

"But with Bingwen as my support, I have nothing to worry about!"

Bao Guowei frowned melancholy.

Good guy, I originally thought that Zhang Taiyan just wanted to officially enter the literary world. After all, although I have many works, I am still too young and too inexperienced.

For many masters, when they hear that Bao Guowei is seventeen years old, they just think that he is a young boy, which adds a lot of contempt.

So this banquet is very necessary.

But I didn't expect that Lao Zhang wanted to bring the hatred value to himself?

Damn it! I, Bao Guowei, love peace the most! Lao Zhang, don’t cheat me!

I don't like to criticize people at all!

I don’t even like being seen as a saint in front of others. I, Bao Guowei, only like to keep a low profile.

Zhang Taiyan naturally didn't know that his disciple's rich psychological activities made him feel sad and happy today, but now, he finally feels happy.

Looking at the guests in the audience, he took a wine glass from the table next door and said loudly.

"I'm here with you all today, so I want to have a good drink, so please don't get drunk and don't come home!"

The gentlemen in the audience also raised their wine glasses and said loudly.

"Please drink this and I won't come home until you're drunk!"

"Please drink this and I won't come home until you're drunk!"

There were even people who were very enthusiastic about poetry and wanted to write poems and articles, which caused a stir in the venue.

Bao Guowei held a wine glass and walked through the banquet, quite like the manner he used to deal with relatives and friends during the New Year and festivals in his previous life.

It's just that he adheres to the concept of talking to others and talking to ghosts, so he can still resist it.

But compared to his later relatives, Bao Guowei was obviously much tougher. .

Firstly, his master is Zhang Taiyan, who has always been known as a lunatic. Secondly, Bao Guowei has the confidence in his works, these old men call themselves "seniors".

Perhaps the number of outstanding works is not as good as his!

So when faced with compliments, Bao Guowei replied in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.

"Thank you sir for the compliment. Guowei still has something to learn. Please give me your advice in the future."

If he still encounters some weird people, Bao Guowei will reply with a smile.

"Mr. Dare, do you have any masterpieces that you would like me to read?"

The other party hesitated and talked about his work, while Bao Guowei said with emotion.

"Sir, such a masterpiece must have been covered in dust. It must be because of the lack of fame and fortune, right? It's not like Guowei, who published every article in newspapers and periodicals, received some false fame, and made some small money. I'm really ashamed!"

Most of the gentlemen who heard these words gritted their teeth and made a crunching sound in their mouths.

But there was nothing he could do about Bao Guowei.

Between pushing cups and changing cups, today's banquet is finally over.

And Zhang Taiyan finally got drunk.

Mrs. Zhang was responsible for sending away some guests, the housekeeper cleaned up the rest of the banquet, and Bao Guowei helped Zhang Taiyan enter the hall.

At this moment, Zhang Taiyan was already very drunk and kept talking about random things. Bao Guowei didn't understand what he heard.

I just felt that this thin old man was so heavy when he was drunk.

Fortunately, Bao Guowei now has the strength to bring Zhang Taiyan back to the room after training.

"Bingwen, my teacher is telling you."

Zhang Taiyan turned his head and sprayed out bursts of alcohol, which made Bao Guowei almost faint.

He pried off the opponent's head and said, "Lao Zhang, be honest."

"&**%￥￥%%￥￥"

Zhang Taiyan muttered, not knowing what to say.

I don’t know if I’m scolding my mother.

However, Bao Guowei knew that the other party probably had no memory now, so it didn't matter if he was a little presumptuous.

But he heard Zhang Taiyan say something in his mouth.

"Bingwen, I, Zhang Binglin, didn't teach you anything. I'm really ashamed."

Bao Guowei sighed, and felt a sense of reluctance in his heart and said: "Sir, don't say that, I still learned something, such as..."

But Zhang Taiyan didn't hear anything at all, and just continued talking to himself.

"But you are a good boy, hiccup. You don't even have to choose between the literary countries I know and my useless daughter!"

"But I hope you can move forward, use writing as a gun, and write with our magnanimity. Do you have such ambitions?"

At this moment, he had arrived at the door of the room, and the corners of Bao Guowei's eyes were moist again.

Damn it, why is Zhang Taiyan talking so much tonight!

Just leave!

It makes me cry! hateful!

He held back his tears, helped the other person to the bed, and said solemnly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lao Zhang, I will definitely do it!"

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr."

Zhang Taiyan made a strange sound in his mouth again, and Bao Guowei cushioned him with a pillow, causing him to lie on his side.

This is necessary for drunk people to prevent drunken vomit from blocking the respiratory tract and causing suffocation.

After exhaling, Bao Guowei fanned the alcohol in front of him. Just as he was about to leave, he vaguely heard something coming from Zhang Taiyan's mouth.

"When Bingwen was giving lectures in Dongyang, I established a literary club. It is quite important. You must remember it. Remember to go to Dongyang and see it. Let's carry forward it!"

Intermittently, Bao Guowei got closer and finally heard clearly what he was saying.

"Literary club?"

Bao Guowei was a little confused. In his memory, did Zhang Taiyan establish this thing in history?

But he didn't think much about it, he just kept it in his mind silently.

I got some tea on the table and drank a little to get rid of the smell of alcohol.

Judging from his current physique, his alcohol capacity can be said to be very terrifying, and he will not get drunk easily.

He had drank much more wine than Zhang Taiyan before, but now he was just tipsy.

Gently closing the door, Bao Guowei looked up and saw the stars in the deep sky.

The moon hangs high in the sky, the dark blue night sky, and the silvery white moonlight.

I couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

But at this moment, a tall woman appeared in the corner not far away.

Bao Guowei was stunned, and he recognized Zhang Nianyue from a distance.

He smiled slightly, ran towards the other party and said: "Nianyue, I heard your mother said before that you were feeling a little uncomfortable and didn't want to see anyone. How come you are feeling better now?"

But when he saw the other party's expression of being on the verge of tears, he immediately stopped smiling, took Zhang Nianyue into his arms and said.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Feeling the soft body in his arms, Bao Guowei heard Zhang Nianyue murmuring in his ear.

"Bingwen, my father is going to Suzhou, but I want to be with you, what should I do?"

(End of this chapter)