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

Chapter 408: The ultimate killer! Please, Roosevelt, Keynes, and the rabbit!
"Macro-Control?"

What is the origin of this oriental boy who suddenly appeared? This term sounds very professional?

This was the question that arose in the minds of everyone present at that moment.

Mosley narrowed his small eyes, staring at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him with neither humility nor overbearing, and asked angrily.

"Who are you? Who brought you in?"

In an instant, he felt threatened by the other party, and couldn't help but look around and speak loudly.

"Guards! Guards! Drive out this Oriental intruder!"

But Bao Guowei was dressed very decently, completely different from the Orientals the guards saw every day, so without the royal order, the guards stood by and did not move.

There was a huge quarrel in the venue just now, and the gentlemen almost got into a fight, but the guards were indifferent, let alone the current situation.

"Macro-Control???"

Harold Laski, professor at the London School of Economics, frowned tightly and kept his eyes on the other person, unwilling to leave for a moment.

As a professor of political science, economics is naturally indispensable in his daily research.

In the School of Political Science and Economics, he often communicated with some well-known economists.

For example, John Maynard Keynes, then Under-Secretary of the Treasury of England, was an outstanding economist and also worked at Cambridge University.

He once proposed a related concept, which is to study economics from a broader perspective.

In recent years, Keynes has only put forward some fragmentary concepts.

Looking back now, Laski felt that the "Macro-Control" proposed by the young man seemed to coincide with Keynes' ideas!

As his thoughts flowed, Lasky had already made some guesses about the identity of this young man.

Of course, what surprised Lasky most was this.

Just now, even George Orwell's harsh words did not make Mosley call for guards. How could this kid bring such a great sense of crisis to Mosley?
Lasky took a step forward, intending to listen carefully to the young man's analysis, and of course also to prevent Mosley from getting desperate.

"It's over! It's over!"

Shi Zhaoji was stunned when he saw this scene, looking as if he had lost his parents.

He had been keeping a close eye on Bao Guowei, but just now he thought that the debate had come to an end and this guy should not cause any trouble.

Who knew that before we knew it, the other party had already joined the battlefield.

"Bao Guowei!" Zhang Nianyue was a little flustered, but when she saw Bao Guowei's confident look, she couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation in her heart.

Cao Yanhai was decisive and quick. He pushed through the crowd, looking very arrogant.

He did not look down upon these hypocritical Westerners at all. Instead, he stared around with wide eyes, trying to catch any wrongdoers.

"Master, let them see how powerful we are."

Cao Yanhai fully agreed to Bao Guowei's move.

"Oriental?"

At the same time, Churchill in the box also frowned and stared closely at the sudden change in the venue.

After a while, he turned to Prince Henry and said.

"Your Highness, I think I know who this gentleman is!"

There is only one Oriental who has recently arrived in London and is qualified to enter the venue!

But Prince Henry's attention was not on his identity at all. He kept thinking about the term.

“Macro-Control is a very accurate and interesting definition. It sounds like socialist economic reform. I look forward to his subsequent speeches.”

But inside the venue, some people immediately cast hateful glances at them.

"This damn Oriental boy is also a socialist!"

"Oriental people are basically liars, using some fake gimmicks to deceive people!"

"Yellow skin people have no right to talk about politics here!"

But when these people saw Cao Yanhai, who was like a door god beside Bao Guowei, they immediately became timid again.

I wanted to get closer, but I had to step back a long way.

But he is still unforgiving with his words.

"enough!"

The cultivation of these people would make Harold Laski, who is also from London, feel ashamed!
In contrast, the oriental boy just stood there neither humbly nor arrogantly, with a straight and slender figure, quietly waiting for the discussions around him to die down.

So, Lasky had to come forward. His identity was still of some use, and soon everyone quieted down.

Laski said gently, "Sir, you can continue to speak about your understanding of economic reform. No one will interrupt you."

"Thank you."

Bao Guowei nodded slightly to express his gratitude, and then turned his gaze to Mr. Mosley who had taken the lead.

The reason why he brought up the term "Macro-Control" just now was to gain a head start.

If I throw out some professional concepts and try to speak out rashly, I might really be kicked out.

At that time, he can indeed reveal his identity and show off his abilities, but Bao Guowei doesn't like this now.

He wants to use his professional knowledge to impress these arrogant British people!

So, Bao Guowei finally spoke.

"I just listened to some of the gentlemen's analysis on economics, and I have some ideas in my mind, so I want to bring them up and discuss them with you."

"Mr. Bao!"

When George Orwell saw Bao Guowei's appearance, his eyes almost lit up. At this moment, he believed that the other party could do what he could not do.

Bao Guowei said: "I think it's time for Britain to abandon the theory of free economy and let the state intervene in the economy."

"Huh! What a boring answer! Where are the details?" Mosley sneered.

He began to wonder if he had overestimated the other party.

As long as the other party cannot come up with an economic policy that is more pragmatic and detailed than your theory, you will be invincible.

The venue became noisy again, and many of Mosley's MPs took the opportunity to cause trouble.

After Laski said "quiet" several times, he gradually calmed down.

He put his hands behind his back and looked at Bao Guowei again, expecting to get the real answer from him.

If it were that oriental writer, he wouldn't do anything without confidence, right?
Lasky thought to himself.

Bao Guowei ignored the noise of these people, but was still a little angry. These Londoners seemed to have no manners at all?
It is much more difficult to say something than in the country.

So he refuted mercilessly.

"Mr. Mosley's model is totally wrong! If we continue along your path, not only will Britain not be able to recover from the economic crisis, but it may even fall into a deeper crisis!
The so-called professional group system is nothing more than another form of seizing power!

The so-called "destruction before construction" is nothing more than establishing a system with Mr. Mosley as the dictator!
"

Bao Guowei gave a ruthless interpretation of almost every policy of Mosley.

The tone of scolding and the extremely aggressive language almost made Mosley fall off the stairs. There was also an uproar in the arena.

Bao Guowei's words are more severe than those of George Orwell and Harold Laski.

The most important thing is that this was said by an Oriental.

How dare he?

This was the first thought that came to Mosley's mind.

Then, even the well-mannered Mosley couldn't help but curse: "You unreasonable guy, is this all you have?"

Mosley hadn't finished a word yet and was about to start his attack, but he was stunned.
Mosley was about to refute, but stopped when he heard Bao Guowei's next words.

"Adopt the Industrial Revitalization Act! Create a bill to establish operating rules for each industrial enterprise according to the actual situation, determine the production scale, price level, and wage standard. The most important thing is to strengthen the control and regulation of capital industrial production and ease class contradictions!"

"You are a gangster again..." Mosley wanted to put a label on the other party, but halfway through he felt something was wrong.

This doesn’t seem like radical socialism?

Compared to Mosley, Lasky was in shock, his eyes widened and his head was buzzing.

“That’s it! This is what we want! This is the institutional detail that democratic socialism should have!

Ease class contradictions, restore the economy mainly through state means, put aside ideological struggles, and gradually form socialism!

Isn’t that what we in the Labour Party want to achieve?”

Laski was almost in ecstasy, and when he looked at Bao Guowei, there was no longer any doubt in his eyes.

But before Laski and other gentlemen could express their emotions, Bao Guowei once again put forward the next policy.

"In the face of an economic depression, macroeconomic intervention can be carried out by increasing public spending, reducing taxes, etc.
Specifically, it can be reflected in the establishment of an agricultural adjustment agency, the use of administrative means to regulate the market, adjust the structure of agricultural products, and issue economic subsidies.
This is what I call macroeconomic regulation! "

Every word, like thunder, exploded in the hearts of Laski and other members of the Labour Party.

George Orwell stood there, his whole body almost stiffened. He had done some research on economics and understood the weight of Bao Guowei's words.

This is systematic, professional, and a precise policy for democratic socialist reform!

At this point in the 1930s, even Professor Keynes of Cambridge University was still conducting research.

"Mr. Bao is actually an economist?"

George Orwell's eyes turned more complicated when he looked at Bao Guowei.

And it hasn't stopped yet, Bao Guowei's output is still continuing.

"Gentlemen, the liberalized economy that the UK is currently pursuing is already difficult to sustain. If we want to get out of the quagmire of the economic crisis, we must conduct limited state regulation, which is the macro-regulation I mentioned above.
I have two suggestions in this regard, which I hope can be adopted.

First, we should implement work-for-relief, pass the emergency relief bill, set up a relief agency, provide assistance to ordinary people in dire straits, and give these unemployed people the opportunity to engage in public services after initially avoiding the humanitarian crisis.
For example, building roads, bridges, parks, etc., and even recruiting healthy young people to participate in projects such as forest protection, natural disaster prevention, and road maintenance.

Killing two birds with one stone, not only stimulates economic circulation, but also promotes the construction of public facilities.

"

This strategy was a sure win as soon as it was mentioned!
The congressmen and professors present are not fools. Just by thinking about it, they can hear the value of this strategy!
As a result, they could no longer listen to the "Social Security Bill" proposed by Bao Guowei later.

"Great! This is the policy we want!"

From somewhere, an uncontrollable shout was heard.

Everyone looked upwards, only to see a bald man quickly shrinking back.

Inside the box, Churchill said helplessly: "Your Highness, you have lost your composure. If you fall, it will be a complete disaster."

The box is not high from the ground, so if you fall down you won't lose your life. At most you'll suffer a broken bone, which is a small matter considering the royal family's medical level.

However, it would be a big deal if the incident was photographed by the journalists below and appeared in tomorrow's newspapers, causing the royal family to lose face.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Prince Henry touched his bald head with lingering fear.

"It's not your fault." Churchill also exhaled from his chest. The cigar in his hand had been extinguished long ago.

Churchill came to the window, looked at the oriental boy not far away, and couldn't help but sigh.

"What a wonderful debate! What an amazing performance! Any of the suggestions he put forward are enough to be written into a bill and submitted to the parliament for discussion and approval!"

Prince Henry's neck turned red, and he said excitedly: "This is how I feel. Who would have thought that the person who proposed the solution to our problem would be an Oriental!

Especially the work-for-relief policy! I can now conclude without a doubt that this gentleman is an excellent economist who can be compared with Mr. Keynes!"

"Hey!" Churchill said with a dry laugh. "He is more than just an economist. To be honest, if these suggestions cannot be passed in Parliament, I will break the heads of these crappy MPs!"

Just like Churchill and Prince Henry's reactions, almost everyone in the audience was in endless shock.

The truth is...from the mouth of an oriental teenager, a series of systematic and professional economic strategies were spoken, and these strategies were fully capable of solving Britain's current problems.

Such a scene is so contrasting and crazy.

Bao Guowei, who was in the vortex, felt relaxed after expounding a series of viewpoints.

"Finish and call it a day!"

He thought so in his mind and looked at the pale-faced Mosley with some amusement.

In this debate, I am destined not to lose!
Keynesianism was formally formed in 1936, in the book "General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money" published that year, which was a set of theories that abandoned the free economic theory.

Bao Guowei proposed a complete set of economic theories based on Keynesianism, using Roosevelt's New Deal as a template and combining it with the laws of economic development a hundred years later.

Such a suggestion is almost a sure win!

How could this not shock these "uninformed" British gentlemen?

How could he not be better than this London conspirator who had only been slightly influenced by the ideas of the mustache?

“I think there must be some problems that we haven’t discovered yet.”

At the moment, there are still some people who want to find fault, but they are immediately refuted by some authoritative professors, and some even beat them up.

"FUCK YOU!"

"SON OF BITCH!"

"This is a rigorous and professional economic theory. I can vouch for it with my own reputation!"

"Mr. Bao? Could this boy be the one?"

"I think the protagonist tonight is not Mosley, but this Oriental man in front of me!"

"Any dissenting voice should be sent to hell!"

"No! It shouldn't be like this! Your policy..." Mosley wanted to find some loopholes, but found that he had no way to refute.

His speech became garbled.

The sparse bangs that he was so proud of now hung down on his forehead, soaked with sweat.

With a "plop" sound.

Mosley fell down on the steps.

At the same time, thunderous applause broke out in the venue!

(End of this chapter)