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

Chapter 419 London journalists are going crazy! Has fascism been around for a long time?

When Bao Guowei returned to the hotel in the afternoon, he found that the entrance was crowded with reporters and cameramen.

I thought some celebrity had come to the Savoy Hotel again, but I didn't expect that they were here for me.

As soon as he got off the car, Bao Guowei was unexpectedly surrounded by a group of reporters.

Now, Bao Guowei finally understood what was going on.

It seems that what happened in the cultural salon has completely fermented.

When he came back, he just bought a few newspapers and could feel the British people's enthusiasm for this topic.

But a reporter squeezed out of the crowd and said.

"Mr. Bao, I am a reporter from the Workers' Daily. How do you evaluate your economic theory, which has been widely supported by academia and the government? Can your economic theory save Britain?"

Workers Daily?

Bao Guowei didn't want to answer the question at first, but after hearing the word "Workers' Daily", he suddenly became energetic.

As we all know, the Daily Worker was an important propaganda base of the British Bolshevik organization at that time, and it was only established on New Year's Day this year.

The theory of Bao's economics emphasizes government regulation of the economy and the interests of workers, which is not only in line with the ideas of the Labour Party, but also in line with the ideas of the British Bolshevik organization.

Since it was the Workers' Daily, he naturally felt a sense of familiarity and replied with a smile.

“It is an honor to receive attention and praise, but I am just an economics enthusiast, not an expert, so how to implement it or whether to adopt it should be a matter for scholars and experts, and I am responsible for proposing ideas.

As for whether Britain can be saved, I have always believed that as long as the country always cares about ordinary people, it can overcome all difficulties."

Bao Guowei's answer was very official, but it made the reporter from the Workers' Daily very satisfied.

"Great answer!" He couldn't help but praise, as if he had already treated Bao Guowei as his own.

Seeing that the reporter from the Workers' Daily had received a response, reporters from other newspapers were immediately excited and swarmed over, chattering with questions.

"Mr. Bao, I'm a reporter from the Daily Worker. I heard that you had a conversation with Mr. Keynes. Can you tell me the details?"

Bao Guowei couldn't help but be speechless. Aren't these reporters too well-informed?

I just had a conversation with Keynes in the morning, and the news spread all over London in the afternoon?

You can never underestimate the human nature of gossip!
Thinking that it was the Daily Worker, Bao Guowei was about to answer when he heard another reporter asking.

"Mr. Bao, your country is China. As a scholar from a backward country, how can you have such economic literacy?"

For a moment, reporters rushed over, as if they were afraid that they would not be able to get the exclusive news.

"Mr. Bao, I'm from the Financial Times. Could you please give me a detailed introduction to the principles of Bao's economics?"

"Mr. Bao, I'm from the Daily Express."

Zhang Nianyue and Cao Yanhai had never seen such a scene in the country and were stunned.

But they quickly reacted.

Cao Yanhai is very skilled.

Zhang Nianyue has learned some martial arts since childhood, otherwise how could he have fought with Bao Guowei for three hundred rounds?
Bao Guowei was not in a position to take action, so the two of them could only fight with punches and kicks, and "fight" their way out.

The reporters never expected that Mr. Bao's bodyguards were so powerful, but due to Bao Guowei's value, they dared not speak out.

Finally, with the efforts of the two people and the cooperation of the hotel security, Bao Guowei entered the hotel safely.

It wasn't until the hotel manager heavily locked the door that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The last time this happened was when Mr. Wilde and his lover were blocked at the door by reporters."

Hearing this, Bao Guowei couldn't help but twitch his face and walked towards the room as if nothing had happened.

As they walked along, Cao Yanhai couldn't help but complain, "Are these British reporters desperate? They're hitting my fist just to ask questions?"

Bao Guowei smiled and shook his head and said: "For them, a headline may be more important than their life."

Zhang Nianyue suggested with great satisfaction: "Bao Guowei, beating up these foreigners will make you feel good."

Bao Guowei glanced at his fiancée with some caution, and deeply suspected that she was a suspect of domestic violence.

But there is no need to be afraid. With my current skills, I am afraid I cannot subdue Zhang Nianyue.

When passing by the reception room, Bao Guowei saw a familiar figure.

"Uh-huh! I'll let you come over here."

At first glance, it turned out to be the respected Mr. Arnold Joseph Toynbee.

There was no other way, Bao Guowei could only go over and sit down next to the other person.

"Mr. Arnold seems to be quite free these two days?"

Bao Guowei couldn't help but jokingly said.

Arnold had a strange look on his face. He looked Bao Guowei up and down and couldn't help but sigh.

"I would like to rest, but you won't let me!"

He handed over a dozen letters.

"Mr. Arnold, you are wrongly accusing me. I, Bao Guowei, am not a capitalist, so why would I not let you rest? Capitalists also have to talk about the labor law, even though it has not yet been promulgated."

Bao Guowei said this with some humor.

But when I got the letter and opened it, I was stunned. Why did these names look so familiar?

Seeing Bao Guowei's reaction, Arnold sighed. As a professor at the London School of Economics and Political Science and director of the Royal Institute of International Affairs in London, what big scenes had he not seen?

But this was the first time he had seen an Oriental causing such a stir in London.

He couldn't help but take the letters from Bao Guowei's hand and introduce them one by one.

“This is Mr. Clement Richard Attlee, who was once the private secretary to Prime Minister MacDonald and is now one of the most important members of the Labour Party.

In the letter, he sincerely invites you to discuss the future development of this country. "

Attlee?
Bao Guowei was a little confused. Did this person serve as the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom after World War II?

But before he could finish thinking, he heard Arnold's introduction.

"This is Mr. George Lansbury, a left-wing politician who also hopes to meet with you to discuss British politics."

"Also, this is Mr. Dennis Holm Robertson, a senior lecturer at Cambridge University and an expert in Marshall Economics in London. He wrote to you to raise the issue of the cyclical nature of the British economy."

"This is Professor Lionel Charles Robbins, a professor at the London School of Economics. He has done in-depth research in economic methodology and theory. He wants to ask me if you are still accepting students. He said he is just a studious kid in his thirties."

"Who is this"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Bao Guowei immediately stopped the other person from reading any further. God knows when he would finish. "How did things get to this point?"

Arnold spread his hands with a strange look on his face and said, "Who knows, Mr. Bao, before I invited you to London, I didn't know you could have such a big influence."

Bao Guowei held his forehead with his hand, he had a headache.

I really want to make an impact in Europe, but isn't this influence coming too quickly?

Arnold couldn't help but add: "In case you don't know, your performance at the cultural salon this morning has made the front page headlines of more than a dozen mainstream British newspapers, including but not limited to The Times, The Daily Telegraph, The Sunday Express, etc.

This morning, before afternoon tea was over, a newspaper had already published a special column about your conversation with Mr. Keynes in the theater. "Squinting his eyes, Arnold said, "Bao, you are completely famous. Unlike in China, with the photography technology in London, almost all British people know your face."

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Bao Guowei didn't know what to say.

It was Arnold who broke the silence. He asked, "How about it? Can you arrange a trip to meet these gentlemen? Believe me, this will be very helpful for the dissemination of your economic theory."

Bao Guowei didn't know how to answer the other party.

In a sense, Bao Guowei does hope to enhance his influence, and it is only natural for him to talk with these British scholars and politicians. Otherwise, he would not have attended the cultural salon.

But now is obviously not the right time, as he will be going to Paris tomorrow.

So many invitations obviously disrupted Bao Guowei's schedule.

Bao Guowei could only tell Arnold the truth.

"I almost forgot." Arnold patted his head. "That's not a problem. With your current status, these gentlemen don't even mind waiting for a month."

The more Bao Guowei listened, the more he felt something was wrong. From the other party's description, why did he feel like a poor dancer serving these politicians, whose schedules were arranged in turns?
Feeling a chill on his back, Bao Guowei deeply felt the strange atmosphere brought by the city of London.

He shook his head and said, "I'll talk about it when I get back."

Arnold asked, "Do you need me to go with you?"

"No need, sir." Bao Guowei smiled and shook his head.

"With your current fame, you'd better be careful," Arnold warned.

Bao Guowei said nonchalantly: "I am a scholar and rarely get involved in politics. Is it possible that someone would send assassins to kill me?"

Even if there is a killer, he may not be as good as the one behind him.

Excluding Cao Yanhai, from a different worldview, Bao Guowei can almost be called a melee mage.

"Bao, come with me and take a look."

Seeing that Bao Guowei didn't quite believe it, Arnold took him to the window of the living room, opened the window and pointed downstairs.

Bao Guowei looked over suspiciously and found a group of young men in black clothes setting up a stage in the alley next to the hotel. One of the young men was giving a passionate speech, seemingly for Bao Guowei to hear.

"Dear compatriots, look at our country. Traditional values ​​are collapsing and the future is uncertain. We cannot sit idly by and wait for death. For our great Britain, for our national glory, fascism is our path to salvation!

We must say no to those weak politicians. Say no to those who destroy our traditions! They are trying to destroy our culture, our beliefs.
Bolsheviks, Socialists, Jews
They want to destroy everything we have.
Let us unite under the banner of fascism and fight for a stronger, more prosperous Britain."

Seeing this situation, Bao Guowei remained silent.

Arnold looked as if he had seen a demon. He waited for Bao Guowei to finish reading and then carefully closed the door.

He sighed and said, "Bao, after seeing all this, you should believe what I said, right?"

Bao Guowei was somewhat stunned and said: "I didn't expect that fascism would develop to this extent in London?"

In later generations, when people mention fascism, they usually think of mustaches, but few people would think that long before the mustaches, various countries had already established groups similar to fascism.

As an expert in international relations, Arnold naturally has done in-depth research on fascist groups.

He mentioned.

"As early as 1923, the UK already had its first fascist group, called 'British Fascists'. The founder was the granddaughter of former British Field Marshal Arnold Olman. Most of its members were diehards from the Conservative Party. There was once a gathering of people."

Arnold seemed to be very afraid of this organization.

"Today, due to the influence of Mussolini, this fascist organization in the UK has nearly 50,000 members, including some powerful MPs.

The most extreme leader of these is Senator Mosley, whom you met at the salon.”

"Mussolini?" Bao Guowei recalled with a frown. "Didn't this Italian take control of Italy two years ago?"

Arnold sighed, obviously afraid of the name.

"This is a terrifying guy who is comparable to the Red Tsarist Russia. He keeps exporting his crazy national chauvinism. Many people think he will start a war."

Bao Guowei curled his lips and said, "Sir, your prediction is very accurate. This Italian will definitely start a war."

"Bao, how did you determine that?"

Arnold looked at him suspiciously.

"this."

Bao Guowei knew that there was something wrong with his tone and explained immediately.

"In terms of economic policy, Italy is now also suffering from a huge economic shock. Obviously, Mussolini is carrying out economic reforms, controlling the media and excluding dissidents, but these cannot fundamentally solve the problem.

As far as I know, Mussolini was seeking to expand his military power while planning cooperation with Germany. Most importantly, Italy urgently needed a foreign war to ease domestic pressure.

If this were not the case, Mussolini's rule would no longer be secure.

Economic reasons!

This is why I believe he will start a war. After all, Italy's foundation is still too poor compared to Britain."

"Is that so?"

Arnold widened his eyes, but after thinking about it, he felt that what Bao Guowei said made sense.

Bao Guowei smiled and said: "In short, I still say that fascists are a group of devils. When facing this group of extremists, we must be careful in everything!
Mr. Arnold is the director of the Royal Institute of International Affairs and is expected to provide more advice to the King and the Cabinet on this aspect.”

Arnold nodded heavily and said, "Bao, don't worry!"

The next morning, Bao Guowei and others had completed the formalities early and went to the station to board the train to Paris.

I was a little worried about whether we would be attacked by the British fascist fanatic organization, so I was extra careful along the way.

But after a close call, we arrived at the station safely.

I think at this point in time in 1930, fascism was not yet so rampant, especially in a place like London.

Bao Guowei had not received any news from Keynes yet. He did not necessarily want to develop him into a socialist, but he just wanted to plant a seed in Keynes' heart.

On the contrary, Bao Guowei was afraid that Keynes would be too extreme like George Orwell.

Speaking of George Orwell, after the cultural salon ended, he was recruited by the Labour Party leader Harold Laski.

After being introduced, I have now joined the Daily Worker and become a member of the British Bolsheviks, which can be considered a blessing in disguise.

At least until he wrote "1984", the British authorities would not pay attention to this little guy.

Christmas is just a few days away and London Train Station is extremely bustling.

Bao Guowei and his companions disguised themselves, wearing sunglasses and masks, so few people could recognize them.

Before getting in the car, Zhang Nianyue said as if she remembered something.

"Today is December 12th, have we forgotten something?"

Bao Guowei paused for a moment as he was about to climb the stairs, then patted his head and said.

"I almost forgot. Today seems to be the day when "Rural Teacher" is published?"

(End of this chapter)