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

Chapter 170: Exclusive interview with Xiao Bao by a foreigner? Brother Xun has a pure heart!

Hangzhou West Lake.

“THE NEW HOTEL”

The Chinese name is also known as Xinxin Hotel.

It was originally the villa of He Baolin, a business tycoon in Shanghai. In 1913, it was converted into a hotel for entertaining guests.

Although it is a private hotel, its background is not small.

Celebrities such as Dewey, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Feng Zikai, Hua Luogeng and Qi Gong have stayed here one after another.

Last year's West Lake Expo also opened here.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the Xinxin Hotel in Hangzhou has become a gathering place for political figures and celebrities in Hangzhou.

This afternoon, the Hangzhou Games is in full swing.

Principal Chang led the leaders of Jinling to hold a banquet with foreign representatives.

President Chang will naturally not let go of this excellent opportunity to establish good relations with representatives from various countries. On the one hand, he will stabilize his current governance, and on the other hand, he will seek international help.

He was holding a glass of red wine, wearing a military uniform and strolling through the banquet with a smile, looking like a master.

He did not know English or other foreign languages, so he brought an interpreter with him to communicate intimately with representatives from various countries.

"Sir Carl, you must try Hangzhou's delicacies. Matsutake mushroom soup is extremely delicious, as well as Longjing shrimp and West Lake vinegar fish. They are also excellent."

Principal Chang enthusiastically picked up a basket of xiaolongbao from the plate and said, "You must try our Chinese dim sum!"

The English representative, Karl, is a middle-aged man with a thick beard, a sunken face and a smile on his face.

Carl is proficient in Chinese and is familiar with China. He has always been very interested in Chinese things.

But today, for some unknown reason, Karl only drank and didn’t eat any of the delicacies at the banquet.

He waved his hand and said: "Mr. President, I really have gastrointestinal discomfort today, so I'd better forget about the delicious food in Hangzhou!"

Principal Chang enthusiastically tried to dissuade him in every possible way, but Karl did not say anything. In the end, he could only leave with a gloomy face.

The same thing happened to other representatives, who all expressed a refusal attitude.

Even the representative from the United States was indifferent to his toast and walked away with a dirty look on his face.

It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with the results of the previous handling of matters by the government.

The only difference is the Japanese representative. The Japanese representative named Ariyoshiaki is already over sixty years old this year, but he has an extremely good appetite.

While eating West Lake Vinegar Fish, he gave a thumbs up and praised it.

"The cuisine of your country is really broad and profound! We, the East and China, have been friends for generations and should be friendly and supportive of each other! Mr. Chang must cooperate more with us."

They hit a snag at the banquet, and the only one who responded was Yoshiaki.

It turns out that Bao Guowei didn't mention the threat from the East, which was okay.

Principal Chang would never think that the other party had the idea of ​​invading.

But after reading Bao Guowei's letter, I felt that the smile in the eyes of the man in front of me always had a malicious flavor.

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

"Niang Xipi! These hateful foreigners!"

After leaving the banquet, Principal Chang slapped the table and said angrily.

He felt ignored and despised at the banquet, which made him very dissatisfied with his high self-esteem.

But I can only vent in the office.

Chen Xun'en followed beside him, handed him a cup of hangover tea, and said with a bitter expression on his face.

"Don't take it too seriously. Countries are facing a tight schedule now. It is too difficult to get three melons and two dates from them. Cooperation plans must be put aside later."

He thought for a while and continued: "But Dongyang does have the intention to cooperate with us. Can we make contact?"

"Huh!" Principal Chang said with a cold snort. "Bao Bingwen is right. These people all have their own hidden agendas and cannot really help us, let alone Dongyang."

If Bao Guowei heard this, he would probably feel happier. At least he would already be wary of Dongyang.

Chen Xun'en cupped his hands and said, "The principal has thought very hard about the future of China and has tried his best. It would be better not to get so angry that he gets so angry."

He felt more and more like he was talking like an ancient eunuch.

Principal Chang leaned back on the leather sofa and exhaled: "But despite this, there are still countless people outside who think I am not good enough!"

He thought for a while and said meaningfully: "In my opinion, before we have to fight against the outside world, we must first settle down at home."

After this reincarnation, Bao Guowei's previous advice was instantly in vain, and he was back to the starting point.

Shanghai City, Shanyin Road.

Brother Xun not only loves reading, but also has a wide range of interests and hobbies.

I once studied judo in Japan for a period of time. When I was teaching in Shaoxing Prefecture a few years ago, I saw a white shadow in the cemetery at night. I immediately jumped over and found that it was a tomb robber with the head of a deer and the eyes of a rat.

In recent years, his health has deteriorated, so Brother Xun has planted flowers and plants in the yard. On weekdays, he takes care of oleanders, pomegranates, and peach blossoms in the front yard, which can be regarded as a break from the busy work.

Today is the holiday, so Brother Xun rarely has time to enjoy some family fun at home.

In early April, it was the time when the peach blossoms were in full bloom. The yard was awash in pink, and there was an elegant light fragrance everywhere.

Under the sun, Brother Xun was walking through the yard holding Haiying, who was less than one year old.

One hand is holding the shower head, and the other hand is holding the child firmly, sometimes watering the child, and sometimes teasing the child.

“Little Red, Little Elephant, Little Red Elephant.

Little red, little elephant, little red. "

He said while humming a children's song.

"Little Red Elephant~ Our little red elephant is here to see the peach blossoms. When you grow up, how about you take your father to see the peach blossoms together?"

Little Red Elephant is Haiying’s nickname.

For a while, the yard was filled with the sound of children and Brother Xun laughing, and Brother Xun would cough twice from time to time.

At this time, Xu Guangping walked out of the living room with some food, and she said with a smile on her face.

"Don't tire yourself. My child has gained a lot of weight recently. Come over and have some lunch. I haven't eaten anything all morning."

Brother Xun turned around and said with a smile: "Don't be anxious. I don't have much company on weekdays. I naturally have to spend time with my child while I have time."

He came to the table with the child in his arms, still teasing it, and singing a tune of 廄廄平平廄廄廄廄 in his mouth.

“Zhigu, Zhigu, Zhigugu!

Zhigu, Zhigu,... Zhigugu!

Squeak, squeak, squeak! "

After hearing this, the little red elephant giggled and looked very happy.

"You! Eat quickly, the food is getting cold."

Xu Guangping took the child so that Brother Xun could hold the dishes and chopsticks.

Brother Xun was a little reluctant to leave, but he still shook his head and lowered his head to prepare to eat.

But when he saw the empty table, he immediately asked a little strangely: "Are there no books and periodicals today?"

When he eats, he always holds a few magazines with his meal. When he sees a few interesting articles, he can happily take a few bites.

If you see a few irritating articles, you should treat the food and meat on the plate as the evil author and bite them off viciously.

After finishing the meal, I decided to write a few articles to refute it.

Nowadays, without books and periodicals, it is like people in Yunnan, Gansu, and Sichuan are missing chili peppers in their meals. No matter how fragrant the food is, it lacks flavor. While coaxing the child, Xu Guangping said angrily: "Don't read newspapers and magazines. A few days ago, when you saw something that didn't go well with you, you stayed up all night writing articles. How can your body bear this?"

Brother Xun didn't listen, he got up and walked towards the hall, saying repeatedly: "No, no, how can we eat without newspapers and magazines? It's really inappropriate, I'll get it myself."

Xu Guangping couldn't resist him either, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

A few days ago, Brother Xun changed the living room downstairs into a study room for fear that he would harm his children by smoking cigarettes, and he works downstairs on weekdays.

At 2 o'clock in the morning, Brother Xun would take the initiative to go upstairs and take charge of the little red elephant's food and sleep.

So it was convenient to pick up newspapers and periodicals. He quickly took out a pile of books and periodicals from the study and placed them on the dining table in the yard.

When he sat down, he glanced at the little red elephant subconsciously, and then he continued to eat his food with confidence.

He didn't care what he ate today, he just stuffed it into his mouth, focusing entirely on the newspaper.

As he watched, Xu Guangping noticed that the other party's thick eyebrows were knitted together, and he immediately guessed what the newspaper said.

"Are some monsters and monsters coming out to play again?"

Brother Xun's expression was obviously very displeased. He nodded and said, "It's Chen Xiying and Wu Tiao again. These people are simply stubborn!"

"Let me take a look." Xu Guangping looked over curiously and found the title above.

"The child in Huangkou is talking nonsense, but you still need to be cautious about the plague" - it is said to be Bao Guowei's measure. In many cities, it is not suitable for the climate and the environment, and it cannot achieve the effect as in Hangzhou. It even wastes people and money.

"From a delinquent student to a young genius, who is behind it?" "——It says that Bao Guowei's literary talent is not worthy of the name, and many of his works are even suspected to be ghostwritten by someone, because the front and back are severely separated and he is too sophisticated.

"The literary world "hurt Zhongyong"? Bao Bingwen is not doing his job properly! 》——It said that Bao Guowei could not write articles well, but instead composed some songs, and even became a coach for sports games, which was simply the opposite of Tiangang.

Of course, what makes Brother Xun most angry is this article.

"The bad bloodline of the Chinese people can be seen from the spread of plague"

I glanced at the author and saw that the signature was Zhang Zhiping.

"This is so shameless! Since when did I, the Chinese, have a genetic disadvantage? I think this Zhang Zhiping is a gangster with bad intentions!"

Brother Xun scolded sternly, his eyes flashing with cold light.

Indeed, he often criticized the ignorance of the Chinese people, but he always targeted the feudal ethics.

The sentence "With a cold eyebrow and a thousand fingers, bowing his head and willing to be a bully", you can see Brother Xun's innocent heart towards ordinary people.

And this Zhang Zhiping is digging into the roots of the Chinese people. It can be said that in order to gain attention and support from foreigners, he will do anything.

Xu Guangping sighed and said: "In recent years, many literati have been bewitched by foreign ideas, and instead discriminated against themselves. They feel that foreigners are good and we ourselves are always bad."

She became interested and looked at it a few more times, and couldn't help but worry and said: "Sir, he is too hateful to this junior brother. So many drafts are actually criticizing him. One moment, he is said to be deceitful, and the other moment He said he was misleading people and inspired students to have the spirit of resistance."

"What to do now has become a target of public criticism."

Brother Xun snorted coldly and said: "These people are just clowns. What they do is to benefit the country and the people, and the articles are to develop people's wisdom. The mobilization of volunteers has rescued countless people, and these people have always only known how to do it." They talk a lot, but have you ever seen them shed a drop of blood, a drop of tears, and a drop of sweat for China?"

"What you said is absolutely true, but there are always few sensible people. After their instigation, I'm afraid there will be a steady stream of criticism. If it comes to this child, I don't know if he can bear it."

Facing this junior brother, Xu Guangping now also has feelings of love and care.

Brother Xun pondered for a while, and then said coldly: "I will go to Shuwen to support Bingwen. If these people want to fight, I will fight to the end! In the end, I must restore the bright world!"

Xu Guangping also nodded. Seeing the little red elephant in her arms waving her little fists along with Brother Xun, she said with a smile on her face: "You eat while I prepare the pen and ink with you."

"Zhicheng Middle School! Come on!"

"Zhicheng Middle School! Come on!"

"That black man, give us a voice and let these foreigners see how powerful the Chinese are!"

On the men's 110-meter hurdles track, Cao Yanhai was preparing in the preparation area. Hearing these words from the stands, he immediately lost control.

He walked to the stands and yelled.

"You are a black man! Your whole family is a black man!"

"This is bronze! This is bronze!"

As he spoke, he jumped up high.

But in this noisy environment, no one in the audience could hear his appeal and thought Cao Yanhai was making an impassioned speech!

The audience in the stands immediately became excited and roared loudly.

"Fuck the foreigners! Fuck the foreigners!"

"Long live the black man! Long live the black man!"

Because he didn't know his name, this black man seemed to be the nickname for Cao Yanhai, which made him very depressed.

Bao Guowei patted Cao Yanhai's shoulder in a funny way and said.

"Xiao Cao! Don't be sad, this is the people's recognition of you! Who among the heroes who travels in the world does not have a nickname? You have one now, and today is the moment for you to become famous! "

He knew that Cao Yanhai had always had an unrealistic martial arts dream in his heart. In this time and space, it might not be possible to realize it.

But on the field, he can also show off his abilities!

Bao Guowei pointed to the reporters behind him and said: "Those are the reporters from the Times. They will definitely take pictures of your heroic appearance and spread it throughout the land of China! By then you will be known to everyone as the Jiangnan Dafa." Xia!"

"Become famous all over the world! Jiangnan hero!"

After hearing these two words, Cao Yanhai felt as if his whole body was full of power, and his eyes glowed with enthusiasm.

Then he turned to look at the foreign players who were eager to try. They were very disdainful of Cao Yanhai.

Except for Cao Yanhai, the only ones who could reach the semi-finals were foreigners. They were both black and white, and they exuded a strong smell.

To Cao Yanhai, the smell was like the fishy smell of domestic pigs raised in the countryside, and he simply didn't dare to go near it.

But at this moment, Cao Yanhai had murderous intent in his eyes and vowed to kill these foreigners!

As the game was about to start, there was a roar from the crowd.

Bao Guowei looked over there, and it turned out that various foreign representatives came in from outside the stadium and sat down on the VIP stand.

Especially the Japanese representative showed a contemptuous smile on his face when he saw Bao Guowei.

There are also Japanese players in this competition.

It's just that this player's pedigree is a bit strange. It is said that his ancestors were nobles who borrowed seeds from the Tang Dynasty. In his generation, they borrowed seeds from European and American white people, and then gave birth to him named Junya Toyama.

Yukimaki is obviously very optimistic about Junya Toyama, and when he looks at Cao Yanhai and Bao Guowei, he has a hint of provocation.

Bao Guowei smiled slightly, pointed at the "hybrid" Japanese man towards Cao Yanhai, and touched it on his neck. The meaning was very clear, he must win this guy.

Cao Yanhai chuckled and said, "Master, don't worry, I never take such a bastard seriously."

After a while, the players began to prepare for the entrance. Cao Yanhai's tendons were very conspicuous on the field, but no one except the Chinese people thought highly of him.

In the eyes of foreigners, in the 110-meter hurdles, simply being strong is meaningless.

The Chinese people will lose!

Bao Guowei was about to rest for a while in the shed he had built when he suddenly heard a call with a strange accent.

"Bao Xiansheng! Mr. Bao!"

Bao Guowei turned to look at the other party in surprise, and said with some vigilance: "Who is your Excellency?"

The tall-browed foreigner stretched out his hand and said with a smile.

"Hello Mr. Bao, I am Matos, a reporter from the New York Times. Can I conduct an exclusive interview with you?"

He saw the suspicion in Bao Guowei's eyes, patted his head, put away his civilized cane, took out a business card from his arms and handed it to Bao Guowei.

"This is my business card. You can take a look at it carefully. I came to your country specially to interview you!"

(End of this chapter)