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

Chapter 171 The Chinese dragon just woke up later!

"You said you were a reporter for the New York Times?"

After getting a gilded black business card, Bao Guowei looked up at the other party in surprise, noticing the expectation and admiration in Matos's eyes.

He had thought about foreign reporters interviewing him, but he thought it would be some reporters from England or France.

Unexpectedly, it was a reporter from Lao Mi who came, but Bao Guowei was not afraid of the stage. He was now in a more stable mood, with a warm and sophisticated smile on his face.

"Mr. Matos can sit down and talk."

Bao Guowei took him into the awning, pointed to the opposite position and said.

It was in English, with an American English accent.

Matos was holding a notebook and his eyes were as big as copper bells. Naturally, he had a translator, but just after he recognized Bao Guowei, he was so excited that he left the latter behind.

I was still worried about how to communicate with the other party, but I didn't expect Bao Guowei to know English?

Bao Guowei said with habitual humility: "I know a little bit."

He can speak English proficiently, which is largely due to the American TV series he watched in his previous life.

With his current golden finger, to be honest, the one he is most fluent in should be Japanese.

Bao Guowei blushed. Matos thought it was because of his shyness and couldn't help but sigh.

"Mr. Bao, you are truly a once-in-a-century genius. I would like to compare you to China's Leonardo da Vinci."

Last time I heard about Hangzhou's achievements in epidemic control, Matos went to learn more about it. After arriving in Hangzhou, he even heard about Bao Guowei's countless deeds.

Surprised, in his eyes, only Leonardo da Vinci in the Middle Ages could rival this young Chinese genius.

Bao Guowei was used to other people's compliments, but he was somewhat immune to it, with a slight smile on his face.

"It's just a coincidence."

"Haha! Don't be humble, Mr. Bao. You Chinese people are just too humble and not straightforward enough."

Matos was obviously much more eager in front of Bao Guowei.

If Principal Chang saw this scene, he would curse angrily again.

"Niang Xipi, damn foreigner."

He opened the notebook, holding a pen in his hand, and said with an expectant look on his face.

"Mr. Bao, you should have time for an interview, right?"

Bao Guowei spread his hands, like a foreigner, and said helplessly.

"Mr. Matos, you wouldn't be sitting here now if you didn't want to be interviewed."

He then pointed to the arena not far away.

"But if you continue to say some polite words, I may not have time to be interviewed by you after the game starts."

Bao Guowei's very British words amused Matos.

At this time, the translator arrived late. He waved his hand to signal the translator to leave. The latter looked at Bao Guowei in surprise and said nothing else.

"Mr. Bao, how did you feel about the creation of the poem "Answer"? Maybe you can tell us about your experience?"

The questions that came up were in line with Bao Guowei's expectations, but also, can you expect a reporter who is not familiar with literature to ask sharp and precise questions?

Bao Guowei had already prepared his draft and answered fluently.

"Mr. Matos, you may not know the repressed feeling in my heart while writing this poem."

He briefly recounted the suppression of people from all walks of life, but he did not say it with any personal bias, but with a realistic analysis.

"Of course, the most distressing thing in my opinion is that I have read many books and learned a lot of knowledge, but I can't help my compatriots who are stuck in the quagmire, because I myself seem to be standing in the quagmire, but I stand taller than ordinary people. It’s just higher.”

When he heard this sentence, Matos's blue eyes immediately lit up, and his hand holding the pen began to write on the notebook.

Strive to accurately restore the meaning of Bao Guowei's words.

Matos had obviously done some homework. He wrinkled his brown eyebrows and asked like a student.

"This metaphor is full of profound meaning, but in our opinion, your "Answer" is full of power. From your works, Americans can see a power to bid farewell to decay and welcome freedom. This is also what we Americans What you’re after.”

Matos said very proudly.

Bao Guowei sneered in his heart, but in order for the boy in front of him to help him publicize more, he could deceive Americans in the future.

He then nodded approvingly and said with excitement in his eyes.

"There are a thousand different Hamlets for a thousand people. This is the greatest charm of literature. For me, this kind of sentiment can only be expressed in the land of China, but for Americans, it can also be brought into it, This is also the reason why I think this poem is so popular, and I am very honored for it!”

Hearing Bao Guowei's comments, Matos nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He wished he could record Bao Guowei's words on a gramophone and show them to the avid readers in the United States.

They must be very excited, right?

"but"

Bao Guowei changed the topic and showed a mysterious smile on his face.

This back and forth made Matos feel anxious, and he immediately asked: "But what?"

Bao Guowei narrowed his eyes and said with a warm expression.

"However, whether it is American readers or English readers, the "Answer" they see is ultimately the product of translation."

"I have no objections to Mr. Lin Yutang's translation. He is an excellent translator and writer."

"But just like the pilgrimage of Western believers, the roots of Chinese literary works are still in the land of China. If they are separated from this land, they will be as hollow as a tree without roots and will one day fall with it."

In just ten minutes, Bao Guowei talked eloquently about his level of knowledge about dimensionality reduction and combat in future generations, leaving Matos stunned.

Just after he finished speaking, Matos immediately stood up and said excitedly.

"Mr. Bao, I said it right before. This trip to the East is the luckiest thing in my life. Even after I die and go to heaven, I will never forget your grace today."

Bao Guowei complained in his heart.

It would be difficult for a journalist in the press to enter heaven after death.

But on the surface, he still held Matos's hand and said.

"Mr. Reporter, I am very happy to meet you today! If you and I were not of different races, I would be willing to become brothers with different surnames!"

At this moment, Matos couldn't understand what Bao Guowei was talking about. He just felt that this young man's emotional intelligence seemed to be unusually high.

Moreover, he has a momentum in his actions and words that even the devil cannot stop.

In his view, this is exactly what the Chinese people lack today.

I can't help but feel a little excited. We, Ami, like this kind of talent!

He immediately said: "Sir, if you want, I can help you."

But just as he was halfway through his words, he heard the sound of footsteps, followed by sparse applause. Turning around, I saw a group of well-dressed gentlemen, seven or eight of them, and their attire and appearance were very different.

Matos recognized these people. Aren't they representatives from various countries participating in the Hangzhou Games?

"I heard that Mr. Bao Bingwen has always been famous. Such literary qualities are really not something that a young man can show. No wonder there are so many rumors in the outside world."

Some strange words came out, and this poor spoken English, needless to say, it was the representative of Japan, Ari Yoshiaki.

He was very old, with a stooped body and a somewhat staggering gait, but his face had a cunning look unique to Asians.

Originally, these representatives were still watching the excitement in the stands, but after noticing the movement on Bao Guowei's side, they immediately couldn't sit still.

Everyone here knows Matos, the New York Times reporter. Many representatives wanted to interview him, but this guy ignored them all.

Today, the United States is greatly affected by the economic crisis, but it is still a country with huge influence in the world.

Every foreign representative wants to seek prestige from the United States.

Especially Japan’s representative Yoshiaki Yoshiaki.

When the representatives from various countries saw that Matos was so enthusiastic about Bao Guowei, the two were so eager that they almost became brothers.

Naturally, my heart was full of disgust, and I felt like my sweetheart was being snatched away from me.

"Hahaha, we have heard about Mr. Bao's excellence."

The representative of France, Kant, was a bearded middle-aged man with a somewhat ducky voice, and he also commented.

"But in our opinion, maybe you Chinese people are a little biased and have invested too much energy in literature. As far as I know, Confucianism was an extremely important school of thought in your country in ancient times, and it was even a religion."

"The imperial examination system is one of the worst things about your country."

"The elites regard the depth of literary studies as a manifestation of their ability to govern, to a pathological degree."

He smiled softly and said: "If your country could spend more of its efforts on literary research on science and technology, or even on sports, it would not be where it is today."

The meaning of Kant's words is very obvious. You, Bao Guowei, are indeed powerful, but your greatness is based on your over-emphasis on literature for generations.

If this energy is spent on developing technology and improving physical fitness.

Is China at this point now? So much so that he couldn't even get a ranking in the sports competitions he held.

There is even the dilemma of being completely occupied by foreigners.

The representatives present were all educated people, so they could naturally hear the cynicism in these two paragraphs clearly.

Matos was immediately displeased and said with a cold face: "Gentlemen, please pay attention to your words and put away your arrogant attitude."

He knows that in the international arena, a country's national strength means everything, and weak countries don't get any respect.

After these representatives arrived in Hangzhou, their arrogant attitude said it all.

To be honest, if he hadn't met Bao Guowei, Matos would have been biased against the Chinese.

But after getting to know Bao Guowei, he had a completely new understanding.

Matos knew that Bao Guowei was still young, so he was worried that the young man would have stage fright when faced with so many questions.

After all, no matter how powerful Bao Guowei is, he is just a teenager!

The Japanese representative chuckled, forced a smile on his face, looked at Bao Guowei and said: "Mr. Matos, don't be excited, we just have some questions. Since Mr. Bao can answer your questions, why can't he answer ours?" What’s the problem?”

Nelson, the representative from the United States, had a sinking look on his face. He is a Chinese expert and has an understanding of many Chinese cultures.

I was very surprised when I saw Matos' reaction before, but now I want to see how Bao Guowei will answer.

Bao Guowei slowly took a sip of tea, and then walked over from behind the table with his hands behind his back. He looked leisurely, but he was actually taking a walk, and stepped closer to Japanese representative Yu Yoshiaki.

"What are you going to do?"

Ariyoshi was obviously a little scared, worried that the other party would suddenly get violent and beat him up, regardless of the situation afterwards.

Even with Jiming's old stature, he couldn't resist Bao Guowei's old punches.

But Bao Guowei stood still in front of Jiming and the French representative. He had no intention of moving forward. Instead, he glanced at the two with interest.

He shook his head and said: "It seems that the two representatives still don't know enough about history."

As soon as he said this, Yuji Ming immediately said with a gloomy face.

"Juniors should respect their elders well. This is a traditional virtue passed down from China. Our Yamato nation has carried it forward, but you have abandoned all your good qualities. We can all be your grandfathers. For the history of various countries We have so many family treasures, otherwise how could we be such representatives?"

Bao Guowei responded with a smile: "Now it has excellent quality again? Has Sir forgotten the old incident of sending women to borrow seeds in the Tang Dynasty?"

"You!!!" Jimin blew his beard and stared, the two mustaches on his nose almost standing up.

Bao Guowei continued to explain.

"Since you two don't understand, let me explain it to you."

"First ask if you are talking about why."

"The representative of France knows very little about it, yet he talks so loudly here. It's really disappointing."

While pacing, he said loudly: "About four hundred years ago, the Portuguese missionary Cruz recorded the imperial examination system in his travel notes, which was the first time that the imperial examination system was spread to the West."

"At that time, Western countries were still using the appointment system, which was a backward selection method."

When he said this, Bao Guowei straightened up his back.

"Subsequently, Italian missionary Matteo Ricci introduced the imperial examination system to Italian princes. He believed that China's selection system, management form, and social order far exceeded those of other countries at the same time."

"Gentlemen, this is not what I said. If you don't believe it, you can check the books."

Bao Guowei looked around at the representatives. Even when facing these big shots, he didn't have any stage fright.

There is a barbaric energy all over his body.

This is the confidence that time travel and rebirth brought him!

"You guy!"

Youji was clearly angered by Bao Guowei's words. The key was that these little clauses were poking at him as if he was uneducated.

He immediately jumped up and seemed to want to smash Bao Guowei's knees.

"So what about the glory of the past? Still haven't we lost to our Land of the Rising Sun?"

Bao Guowei turned his head and glared at the other party, with a rare ruthlessness hidden in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat Yujiming alive in front of him.

He said with a sound coming from inside his teeth.

"Gentlemen, please remember that the dragon of China has not fallen, but has fallen asleep."

"Just because we wake up later, it doesn't mean we don't have the ability to soar into the sky!"

(End of this chapter)