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

Chapter 163 Niang Xipi! Bao Guowei's fire reaches the United States?

Jinling City.

Gate of the Presidential Palace.

A tall building located on Yangtze River Road.

This western classical portico-style building was designed and constructed last year. It is square on the outside and round on the inside. There are three arches, one large, two small, and two, giving people an ancient and solemn feeling.

During the pre-Qing Dynasty, this was the administrative gate of the governor of Liangjiang, and during the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, it was the "Huangtian Gate" of the Tianwang Mansion.

This evening, the atmosphere here gradually became tense.

Pedestrians walking around were driven away one after another, and guards swarmed out from the presidential palace one after another and guarded both sides of the road.

One black car after another drove out from the building, obviously some important people were traveling.

"Principal, the special train to Hangzhou has been arranged. It can arrive before the opening ceremony tomorrow. You will also have interviews with several foreign reporters along the way. In particular, the New York Times has also sent reporters who want to interview you. Conduct an exclusive interview.”

In an inconspicuous black car, Chen Xun'en held a notebook in his hand and introduced Principal Chang's upcoming itinerary.

Principal Chang shaved his head today, wore a traditional robe and mandarin jacket, and held a cane in his hand, looking very energetic.

He rubbed his brows, looking unusually tired, and cursed.

"Liang Xipi, these people really don't worry about anything. I have to handle everything, no matter how big or small. What else do they want after I've done it? Only you, Xun En, can make me worry less."

Hearing Principal Chang's praise, Chen Xun'en smiled a little guiltily, then covered it up naturally, and then said with a smile.

"People say that those who are able work hard, but today it is still up to you, the great Buddha, to bear the burden!"

Over the years, he has understood Principal Chang's character thoroughly, and it is absolutely right to say some useless good things.

Even if he thinks you are deliberately flattering, Principal Chang is still very happy.

"Ha ha!"

Principal Chang's face broke into a smile, but he still pretended to be worried.

"It's difficult, the situation in all aspects is unpredictable, and the mess left by Yuan Datou in the Qing Dynasty has not yet been cleaned up. The countries are indeed much more peaceful than in previous years, but after all, careful mediation is still needed, and the northwest I will definitely clean up those gangsters! Of course."

Chen Xun'en nodded slightly and became a listener honestly.

One of the keys to getting along with Principal Chang is to never interrupt him when he is bragging all over the place. Be a qualified audience and give timely and appropriate "applause" to Principal Chang when he is in high spirits.

"Huh? Is that so?"

"The principal is wise!"

“Students learned today.”

"If everyone is like the principal, why should our government be unhappy?"

After talking, Chang Kaishen felt extremely happy and felt that Chen Xun'en was his confidant, and his mood improved a lot again.

When he thought about arriving in Hangzhou, he felt a little emotional.

"Foreigners stole the show in the last Games. We are still known as the sick men of East Asia. I hope this time we can get rid of this stigma."

Although Chang Kaishen is good at playing tricks, he still has some basic feelings about his family and country.

"The principal has long issued strict orders to all the representative teams, and each school has stepped up their practice, and has also invited many foreigners to teach them. There should be no suspense this time."

Chen Xun'en naturally knew the situation in each school, but how could anyone dare to tell Chang Kaishen about it?

It's nothing more than a deception.

The stronger ones on the representative team found some foreign aid, while the weaker ones simply found ordinary students to deal with.

Compared with before, I am indeed much more serious, but it is even more difficult to achieve results in the sports meeting.

Of course, this is not what Chen Xun'en is worried about, because even if something goes wrong, it has little to do with him.

But at this time, Chang Kaishen suddenly mentioned a name, and Chen Xun'en's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"What happened to the previous Bao Guowei? I heard that this "Alive" is still a hit among the people?"

Hearing Chang Kaishen's cold words, Chen Xun'en immediately thought of the silver coins Du Yuesheng gave him in the concession bank.

"Please also be kind to me and give me a few kind words."

These are the other party's exact words.

Gudong, often accompanied by Chang Kaishen, many things are not just a matter of his words?

It's just that this matter is a bit sensitive, so he has to be half truthful and half false, otherwise Chang Kaishen won't be fooled so easily.

Chen Xun'en said: "Chen Dezheng from the Shanghai Stock Exchange is already preparing to be escorted to Jinling. He has enriched his own pockets and had his own hands on this matter. The widespread circulation of the book "Alive" is inseparable from him."

"Humph!"

Chang Kaishen tapped the ground of the car with his crutch, making a thud sound, obviously very angry.

"Mother Xipi, Chen Dezheng is this beast. I thought he was a capable general, so I promoted him more. Who knew this guy could do such a thing?!"

Chang Kaishen became furious when he thought about what he had done.

"What kind of selection meeting should we hold? The person who is most loved by the people of the government, so good, so good, and finally the person chosen is Chen Dezheng himself?"

"What does he want to do? Is it possible that he can't sit in this Jinling seat if he wants to?"

Chen Xun'en knew that Chang Kaishen would get angry when this matter was mentioned, so he could only lower his head and say.

"This Chen Dezheng has a lot of bad records. It must be that some people are covering up and colluding with each other to do this."

Going with the flow, he will naturally not miss the opportunity to criticize the enemy.

"When the matter of the sports meeting comes to an end, Chen Dezheng will be dealt with seriously by me. The two cases will be punished with an additional penalty!"

"Yes!"

Chen Xun'en promised vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice.

He thought that the matter would be over, but he didn't expect that Chang Kaishen had no intention of stopping.

"And this "Alive" must be banned by me! I heard that Bao Bingwen made some remarks in Hangzhou. I think this person is also very dangerous. We must arrest him and investigate."

Bao Guowei once talked about resistance at the banquet.

What is the spirit of resistance?

In Chang Kaishen's view, under his rule, the so-called spirit of resistance was against him.

Besides, if those civilians are mobilized, will Chang Kaishen still have a good life?

Bao Guowei's remarks are too dangerous and inflammatory.

Moreover, he has now received Zhang Taiyan's inheritance, and it is even more unimaginable what kind of trouble he will be in in the future.

Chen Xun'en immediately broke out in sweat, and he had the urge to return the money in the bank to Du Yuesheng.

Damn!

Lao Du, the Bao Guowei you are protecting is not an honest guy. How dare you be so bold?

You don't want to die, do you?

But thinking about the white silver coins, he still suppressed the throbbing in his heart and planned to give it a try.

"Principal, this Bao Guowei is really hateful. Not only is he a young man, but he also talks nonsense everywhere. This has been done before, but..."

Chen Xun'en observed Chang Kaishen's eyes. He knew that in Chang Kaishen's heart, he actually admired Bao Guowei, but he was worried that the other party would be on the opposite side.

Seeing that there was nothing strange about Chang Kaishen's expression, Chen Xun'en continued.

"But he is still a child. It is naturally a bit absurd to become famous at a young age. It is also possible to be influenced by some ideas."

Chang Kaishen was a little unhappy. He raised his eyes and said, "Xun En, are you speaking for Bao Bingwen?"

Chen Xun'en swallowed his saliva, feeling like he was dancing on the tip of a knife.

But he had some confidence in his heart, and he said immediately.

"Principal, I am not speaking for Bao Bingwen, I am speaking for our national government. Bao Bingwen's thoughts are indeed a bit biased, but they are not impossible to mold."

"Since he participated in the fund-raising meeting and launched volunteer activities, he has always been for the sake of the country. It can be said that he is serving the country and the people. The smooth convening of this sports meeting is thanks to Bao Bingwen, the gentry and people from all walks of life in Hangzhou. It’s all because of his love.”

Hearing Chen Xun'en's words, Chang Kaishen's face improved a little, but he still said with a straight face.

"Let's put this Bao Guowei matter aside until I get to Hangzhou and meet people. As for the current situation in the literary world, I think we still need to take a closer look, especially the rising 'avant-garde'. We need to take a good look at it. , you have to remember this."

After hearing Chang Kaishen's words, Chen Xun'en immediately understood that his advice was of no use. After all, Principal Chang still has strong confidence in his own judgment and is more willing to see for himself rather than listen to other people's suggestions.

Chen Xun'en immediately stopped talking. He knew that talking too much would lead to mistakes. That was enough. He had tried his best. If he said more, he would make Chang Kaishen hate him.

So, there was no words along the way.

Chang Kaishen silently looked at the recent newspapers. Apparently, after seeing some reports about Bao Guowei, the expression on his face became even more ugly.

Chen Xun'en sighed, his heart suddenly beating like a drum.

But I have already made plans and said what needs to be said. It is absolutely impossible to return this money to Du Yuesheng. With the money in my hand, can I still pay it back?

At most, I can just give him some news in the future.

Chen Xun'en was thinking about Xiao Jiujiu.

After a while, the motorcade arrived at the train station.

A special platform was set up here, and a special train took important figures from the government to Hangzhou.

After Principal Chang spoke briefly, he entered his own exclusive train compartment.

The interior is luxuriously furnished, with chandeliers, Western clocks, cabinets, carpets, etc., and there is even a pot of hot tea on the table, which someone has obviously prepared.

Compared to a hotel, it's not an exaggeration.

As soon as Principal Chang boarded the train, he lay down on the sofa. This was also the sofa he was familiar with on weekdays.

He carries it onto the train before departure and carries it back when he comes back. He always takes it with him whenever he travels.

Chen Xun'en sat on the desk beside him and carefully helped Chang Kaishen read the documents and make notes on some important things and things that should be solved in the near future.

In this way, Chang Kaishen will look much more relaxed later, and will not waste too much precious energy on redundant information.

In a sense, Chen Xun'en felt like he was a eunuch or cabinet scholar who helped the emperor handle official documents during the Ming Dynasty.

Unfortunately, I don't have that right.

While he was thinking wildly, a person suddenly walked in from the door and whispered a few words in Chen Xun'en's ear. Chen Xun'en nodded and immediately came to Chang Kaishen and said.

"Principal, Mr. Manla Matos, a reporter from the New York Times, is ready to ask if you can be interviewed."

Seeing that the expression on Chang Kaishen's face was acceptable at this moment, Chen Xun'en said directly.

Chang Kaishen wanted to refuse, but he was indeed a little tired today.

But when he heard that it was the New York Times from the United States, he immediately changed his mind.

After all, he dominates the domestic scene and speaks the truth.

But when it comes to the international arena, don’t we have to rely on the support of the United States?

He didn't want to leave a bad impression in front of Americans.

Not to mention, the New York Times is now the largest newspaper in the United States, with a local circulation of nearly 200,000 to 300,000, and its influence is not small.

If you can convince this newspaper to say a few words for yourself and influence your image in the minds of Americans, it will definitely be of great benefit in the future.

Thinking of this, Chang Kaishen nodded immediately and said.

"You let him in. Before going to bed, I will only accept interviews from the New York Times. All reporters from other newspapers will wait until they arrive in Hangzhou."

"Yes!"

Chen Xun'en nodded and smiled.

As expected, I guessed right. Principal Chang has a unique emphasis on the United States.

Not long after, a white man wearing a crisp suit, a white handkerchief in his breast pocket, and a sharp face walked in.

He was holding a notebook in his hand, and behind him was a Chinese man also wearing a suit, who seemed to be a translator.

Matos sat down on the sofa that had been prepared, put the notebook on the table, took out a golden pen and said.

"Mr. President, I'm glad you can accept the interview today, and I hope we can have a pleasant conversation tonight."

The translator behind him translated.

Chang Kaishen also nodded slightly and said: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Matos, you can speak freely, I will tell you everything I know."

He has been interviewed by many newspapers, but this is the first time for the "New York Times", so before the other party comes, Chang Kaishen packs himself up very energetically.

After listening to the translator's translation, Matos asked a few simple questions straight to the point, which is the usual practice for reporters to start.

Chang Kaishen naturally responded fluently.

But as he spoke, Matos changed the topic to other things.

"Mr. President, I'm actually very curious, what do you think of your country's writer Bao Guowei?"

Chang Kaishen frowned. He did not expect that the other party would mention this issue.

Does Bao Guowei have anything to do with this interview?

He said with some displeasure.

"Mr. Reporter, I think we should talk about other things, right? For example, the government's current governance policy, future plans, policy directions, etc. I can reveal some of these to your company. I believe you will gain something. of."

Chang Kaishen has full confidence in his overall view of the situation and the details of current affairs, and wants to show his strength in front of the other party.

As an American, Matos obviously would not feel any panic about Chang Kaishen's displeasure.

He simply explained: "Mr. President, you may have misunderstood. The purpose of my visit this time is to get to know Bao Guowei."

Seeing Chang Kaishen's head filled with questions, Matos continued to speak with some excitement.

"Perhaps you don't know yet? Bao Guowei is now very popular in the United States, and that poem has been unanimously recognized by many gentlemen."

"This power of resistance, the power of freedom, is what Americans should uphold today!"

"So you'd better tell me what you think of Bao Guowei?"

Matos looked at Chang Kaishen with sharp eyes, but the latter obviously fell into deathly silence.

Chen Xun'en, who was behind Chang Kaishen, opened his mouth in surprise.

He obviously didn't understand clearly. He only knew that the other party was interviewing Chang Kaishen. When did he want to understand Bao Guowei?

When did this guy’s influence reach the United States?

The superior demeanor on Chang Kaishen's face could not be maintained immediately.

He suddenly stood up, his smooth head shining in the light, and said in a hysterical voice.

"Niang Xipi?! Is Bao Guowei popular in the United States?"

Matos was startled and almost thought Chang Kaishen was crazy. He took a step back and looked at each other with the translator next to him.

He did not understand Chinese and was obviously seeking answers from the translator.

Under those thick eyebrows, it seems to be asking: What is this president talking about? Seems very excited?

The translator shrugged helplessly and shook his head, as if to say: I don’t know!

The translator's heart suddenly turned upside down.

This seems to be a curse word in a certain dialect. Sir, I can't translate it for you, right?

If you want to put it more appropriately, "son of bitch?"

But I can’t say it either!

But since the other party has asked, the translator still has to answer, and he still has to do his job well.

He organized his language a little and spoke to the foreigners in a gentle tone.

"Sir, what Mr. President means is that he is very surprised by Bao Guowei's popularity."

"?"

Matos tilted his head and glanced at Chang Kaishen again, somewhat disbelieving.

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(End of this chapter)