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

Chapter 416: A Royal Gift? Keynes Needs Answers!
"Nian Yue, what are you writing?"

In the room, Bao Guowei saw Zhang Nianyue fiddling with something beside the desk early in the morning.

He leaned over to take a look and found that his fiancée was writing something in English very seriously on a piece of letter paper.

"Letter." Zhang Nianyue smiled, raised the letter in her hand, and pointed to the heading on it to Bao Guowei.

"A reply to Ms. Christie."

"Agatha Christie?" Bao Guowei asked in surprise.

"Yes! That lady from last night."

Zhang Nianyue answered as a matter of course.

"When did you get in touch with her?" Bao Guowei looked at Zhang Nianyue suspiciously.

When I came back last night, Agatha was talking to me almost the whole time. Even if she had some communication with Zhang Nianyue, it was just a simple conversation.

These two people developed a friendship and even started exchanging letters.

"This is a tacit understanding between women." Zhang Nianyue said proudly. "You men won't understand."

She continued to explain, "Friendship between women can develop quickly or slowly. Yesterday, Ms. Agatha and I reached a tacit understanding. She sent a letter to me this morning to say hello. She thanked you for reminding me last night and was willing to become pen pals with me."

Zhang Nianyue looked up at Bao Guowei and said, "So of course I have to reply."

"Is that so?"

Bao Guowei frowned, and after thinking for a while, he finally understood Agatha's intention.

This was an extremely considerate lady. When she saw Zhang Nianyue, she naturally considered that unilateral contact with her might cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Therefore, establishing direct contact with Zhang Nianyue is no different from communicating with oneself.

Thinking of this, Bao Guowei stretched out his hand and said, "Is it almost finished? Let me see it."

"What are you doing!" Zhang Nianyue hugged her letter tightly like a hen protecting her food, and said confidently, "Secrets between women are not good for others to see."

Bao Guowei said with a smile: "I am just checking your grammar. He is a great writer. If you make mistakes, it will be embarrassing for us."

"Don't look down on me, I'm a very good learner."

Zhang Nianyue said stubbornly.

But the body was still very honest and gave the letter to Bao Guowei for revision.

Shaking his head helplessly, Bao Guowei recalled Zhang Nianyue’s essay, which was full of “filial piety”!
He wanted to train Zhang Nianyue to become an expert in a certain field, but it seemed that she didn't seem to be particularly good at anything at the moment.

Only after helping the other party revise this letter did Bao Guowei completely give up her plan to cultivate her literature.

"Nian Yue, being a happy little fool every day is also a good choice."

Bao Guowei couldn't help but comfort her.

Naturally, these words were met with punches and kicks from her.

After having an English breakfast without any British flavor in the hotel restaurant, Bao Guowei briefly taught Zhang Nianyue English grammar and some local fun, and then took Zhang Nianyue out.

It was a sunny morning in London today, but there was still a thin layer of smoke in the air.

As soon as I walked out of the hotel, I could smell a stimulating smell.

Fortunately, Bao Guowei was well prepared and wore a bag-style mask of his own invention.

Wearing a mask is not considered polite in the West.

However, after the emergence of Bao's masks and epidemic prevention and treatment methods, more and more people in the West wear masks when going out.

There are even masks designed specifically for aristocrats, with various shapes, colors and materials, which have developed into a unique fashion genre.

This is understandable. After all, after knowing that it can effectively block the disease, no one cares about social etiquette anymore.

Bao Guowei looked around the street and saw many well-dressed gentlemen wearing exquisite masks on their mouths and noses.

After Zhang Nianyue put it on carefully, she couldn't help but complain, "I didn't expect your invention to spread to Europe so quickly, but it seems that they don't plan to pay you for the patent."

She had long regarded Bao Guowei's invention very seriously and would not tolerate anyone else taking advantage of it.

He said indignantly: "They say Europeans have a spirit of contract, but now it seems that's just the way it is."

After Bao Guowei put on the mask, his voice became muffled and seemed a little funny.

He didn't really care and said as he spread out his hands.

“There is no way to avoid masks. We have applied for patents in China, but there is no way to apply for patents around the world at the same time.

Some businessmen only need to make some simple modifications to successfully apply for patents in Europe and the United States.

But the good news is that we can use masks in Europe.”

“These people are thieves.”

Even after getting in the car, Zhang Nianyue was still cursing. In her opinion, these were all the property of their future children.

Cao Yanhai became a more skilled driver. He even put on a pair of sunglasses and put a radio in the car, shaking his head to the jazz music on the radio.

The contrast is just like Lu Zhishen singing and dancing rap on Broadway in the United States.

Obviously, after arriving in London for a few days, some of the local popular elements had a great influence on him.

The sound of the radio was deafening, reminding Bao Guowei of the spirited young man who rocked the streets in later generations.

It was not until the car started moving that Bao Guowei finally couldn't stand it anymore and said unhappily.

"Turn the radio down."

Cao Yanhai turned down the radio in dismay and asked while controlling the steering wheel.

"Master, what kind of play are we going to see today? I heard it's watched by gentlemen in London."

"Waterloo Bridge!" Zhang Nianyue answered immediately. She was obviously very excited to watch the play. "It seems to be a romance movie."

"What's so good about romance movies?" Cao Yanhai muttered. To him, the most annoying thing is any romance movie, no matter it's a play or a movie.

Especially since I'm following my master and his wife, I guess I can only find a place far away to avoid being a light bulb in front of them.

"I prefer to call this play "Waterloo Bridge," said Bao Guowei.

He mentioned the title of the movie that the play was later adapted into.

Obviously, this name is more appropriate.

"How can you come to London and not watch a play? This play is the most popular in London recently. It tells the story of an army captain and a ballerina against the backdrop of World War I.

There are also some descriptions of war in the play, you will probably like it very much.”

"I, Old Cao, like the kind that holds guns." Cao Yanhai chuckled, braked suddenly to avoid the street vendor who was rushing over from the other side of the road, and got back on the road.

"Master, you said last time that Londoners don't like movies and prefer to watch their traditional plays. Is this true? I think movies are more exciting."

Bao Guowei explained.

"In London today, plays are simply more popular than films.

Britain is the birthplace of the Industrial Revolution. They were the first to enter industrialized life and naturally knew how to enjoy it.

Watching a play is a part of Londoners' lives. Rather than going to the theatre to see a story, it is more like going to the theatre to socialise.

For Londoners, getting together, dressing up and attending the theatre is a status symbol.

Of course, drama is also more interactive and immediate, which is something that movies cannot match.

"

There is one point Bao Guowei didn’t mention, most movies nowadays are in black and white, and the picture quality is touching.

Drama still has a certain degree of competitiveness.

Cao Yanhai couldn't help but say unconvincedly: "This bunch of evil capitalists!"

When approaching the theater, Bao Guowei mentioned the upcoming schedule. "Tomorrow is the 20th. Even though we have received many invitations, we have to go to Paris to catch the Goncourt Prize ceremony on the 21st."

The trip to Europe was very tight, and the Goncourt Prize was one of Bao Guowei's original reasons for going to Europe.

However, I didn't expect that I would be able to make an impact in London so quickly, so I was a little tied up.

Zhang Nianyue couldn't help but have some doubts.

"Why not go to Paris today? We'll have more time."

"It takes about seven or eight hours to get to Paris by train. We can go there on the 20th in time, but..."

"I'm waiting for some news." Bao Guowei said mysteriously.

"information?"

Zhang Nianyue was furious and punched Bao Guowei twice. This guy was keeping people in suspense all day long.

Not long after, the car stopped in front of a tall and ancient theater.

After getting out of the car and waiting for Cao Yanhai to park the car, Bao Guowei saw this ancient theater with a history of 200 years.

“Theatre Royal Haymarket”

This can be said to be one of the oldest theaters in London. The mottled stone walls tell stories of history, forming a very sharp contrast with the coming and going, fashionable British gentlemen and ladies.

It was morning now, but there were still many people waiting outside the theater to enjoy the drama.

Queen Victoria and Oscar Wilde have both sponsored this place, and many stars of later generations have also performed here.

This is enough to prove the status of this theater.

"The British are just different. The theaters are so big, and the audiences dress even more exaggeratedly than the actors."

After parking the car, Cao Yanhai couldn't help but complain when he saw this scene.

Bao Guowei, who originally felt a little emotional, suddenly laughed.

He was not in a good mood, but looked at Cao Yanhai with some appreciation and said, "Stop talking nonsense, let's go in quickly."

Bao Guowei and his companions were just wearing ordinary clothes and did not dress up elaborately for this occasion.

If they hadn't come by car, those Londoners with interested expressions might have asked security to kick them out.

No matter how depressed the economy is, it obviously cannot shake the traditional aristocrats' demand for a decent life.

The ticket inspector was somewhat disdainful at first, especially since they were a few Oriental faces, which made him even more disgusted.

But after seeing the ticket stubs of several people, he immediately stood in awe and did not dare to slack off at all.

He said with a nod.

"Sir and Madam, please follow us to the VIP box."

Bao Guowei couldn't help but take a look at the long line of people waiting to enter and said, "Don't we have to queue? It doesn't look good."

The ticket collector shook his head hurriedly and said, "No, no, how can you be the same as them?"

Hearing this, Bao Guowei's expression couldn't help but become a little amused.

He nodded and said, "Okay, find someone to lead the way for us."

So, under the angry gazes of the nobles nearby, a few people bypassed the queue and entered the venue.

Suddenly, an old nobleman who claimed to be a gentleman could no longer hold it in. He left the line angrily and rushed to the ticket collector to argue.

"You shameful parasites, how much benefit have you received from those filthy Orientals!"

The ticket collector didn't look down on him. In the great city of London, a single brick could kill a dozen nobles.

Who doesn’t have a noble ancestor?

Nowadays, entrepreneurs are the most respected, and the aristocracy is losing its original halo.

He raised the ticket stub and said, "Sir, please put away your arrogance. That was a royal guest just now. I don't think you want to cause any big trouble, right?"

"What?" The old nobleman took a closer look and found that it was indeed a ticket stub with the royal emblem printed on it.

As a self-proclaimed noble baron, he had no chance at all of getting such a ticket.

For a moment, the crowd that was originally queuing to watch the excitement couldn't help but become agitated.

"A distinguished Oriental?"

"Orientals can actually get a VIP seat in the royal family?"

"I seem to have heard that there is an Oriental man who is very famous in London recently."

"Prince Henry gave me the play tickets for free. There's nothing to lose by watching them."

After entering the box, Bao Guowei explained to the other two while eating fruits.

To be honest, he didn't feel any burden at all about accepting the gift from Prince Henry.

After all, he was a real person and had put forward practical economic theories for Britain.

I even thought that after coming to the theater, I could meet more historical celebrities.

This is also a way to increase influence.

Who knew that after entering, it turned out to be a private room.

But it is also a great pleasure to be able to embarrass those arrogant Londoners.

Since we are here, we might as well enjoy it and appreciate the level of British drama in the early 20th century. It is also a good thing to do.

At this moment, Cao Yanhai was already holding a bottle of wine and started drinking it.

He couldn't help but complain.

"No, no, English wine is not good at all."

As the lights dimmed, the noise in the audience gradually subsided.

Bao Guowei and others were in the top box, so they could naturally enjoy the most comfortable viewing experience.

After the curtain opened, a slightly dim London street scene appeared on the stage.

Suddenly, as the lights flickered, the shrill sound of an air raid siren was heard in the sound effects.

The actors on the stage ran and dodged in panic, their expressions filled with terror.

The drama "Waterloo Bridge" officially began.

Bao Guowei hugged Zhang Nianyue, and the two of them quietly enjoyed the story of the drama.

At the same time, our Mr. John Keynes finally found out Bao Guowei's whereabouts after wandering around in hotels, universities, Shaw's place, Arnold's place, the Royal Family and other places.

"Mr. Bao? Our guards have been protecting us. It seems we went to the Royal Haymarket Theatre."

With Keynes' identity, it would be very easy for him to obtain information through the captain of the royal guard.

He was not surprised at all that Bao Guowei was protected when he went out.

This Oriental man now has a special meaning to Britain.

Protection, in a sense, is also a form of surveillance.

However, it was obvious that Bao Guowei also knew the news, otherwise he would not have gone to watch the drama with such fanfare.

Without any hesitation, John Cairns drove towards the Royal Haymarket Theatre.

He is such a person, if the doubts in his heart cannot be resolved.

Keynes was unable to do anything else for the entire day.

(End of this chapter)