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

Chapter 432: The troubles of the French President? The man who brings hope!
1930 12 Month 25 Day.

It was an extremely awkward Christmas for the French.

The capitalist world economic crisis broke out in the United States in 1929.

At first, France adopted a mentality of watching the fun, thinking that it could escape the disaster, and even laughed at the incompetence of the British and Americans.

The arrogant mood made the French not regard the economic depression as a big deal.

Of course, this is also related to the lack of relevant experience.

The economic crisis of the French came relatively late, but it came nonetheless.

By the autumn of 1930, the French had become part of what they called the incompetents, mired in an economic crisis.

In this economic catastrophe, France's industrial production directly regressed 20 years, the productivity accumulated over the years declined wildly, and production in the industrial sector generally fell by more than percent.

Countless factories and enterprises went bankrupt, countless agricultural products were unsaleable, nearly seven hundred banks went bankrupt, even including the then famous Adam Bank.

There are tens of thousands of unemployed people, and even more semi-unemployed people. People gather in the streets, either humbly looking for food and work, or trying hard to find an opportunity to bring down the French authorities.

This is the old GM area! It has a very good social tradition!
Moreover, all this is also due to political reasons.

For more than 20 years before the 30s, France had experienced long-term political chaos, and the "Third Republic" regime was dull, incompetent and weak.

This situation of political instability continued into the 30s.

Therefore, the French authorities attach great importance to this sudden trend in the market.

On Christmas morning, busy figures can still be seen everywhere in the Elysee Palace, the official residence of the French President.

Here, even civil servants in France's core political region cannot have a comfortable Christmas holiday due to the economic downturn over the past few months.

Of course, this is especially true for the current French President, Gaston Doumergue.

Half a year ago, the former French President Paul Doumer was accidentally assassinated by a Russian expatriate, so that Gaston Doumergue, who had originally lost the election, took the presidency.

He thought it was God's blessing, but before Gaston could even warm up to the presidency, the Great Depression hit.

At this point in 1930, almost no country had experience in dealing with such a global economic crisis.

In a sense, Gaston looks like someone who got a bargain, but in fact, he is more like someone who is here to take the blame.

Just like US President Hoover, he felt overwhelmed at this moment and wished he could "remove himself"!
This morning, Gaston came to the office early and remained silent as he read the news media reports on his desk.

He kept watching until almost noon, and the coffee in front of him had already gone cold, but he still hadn't taken a sip.

At this time, someone finally knocked on the door.

"gentlemen."

"Come in."

Gaston had two deep nasolabial lines on his cheeks and his eyes were small but full of majesty, but at this moment, there were dark clouds between his brows.

The secretary walked in cautiously from outside and was about to speak when he heard Gaston ask a question.

"What did Robert say, what does he think of Bao's economics?"

This question seemed very urgent, and it was obvious that it had been hidden in my heart for a long time.

The secretary knew that the President was talking about Mr. Robert Lacour-Guy, who is now the most famous economist in France and was the head of the economic department of the Bank of France at the time.

"Mr. Robert said."

He was about to speak when he was interrupted by the voice behind him.

"Mr. President, I think Bao's economics is the only way to solve the current economic crisis in France!"

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo and a small moustache walked in. He was holding a civilized walking stick in his hand and there were snowflakes on his shoulders. He was obviously in a hurry.

Seeing the other party coming, President Gaston immediately stood up from his seat, and he hurriedly greeted him and said.

"Robert, you damn guy, where have you been?"

Although he said this, Gaston still maintained the manners of a gentleman.

Robert smiled and said, "You also know the recent situation. The emergence of Bao's economics has forced me to study the economic development context of the past century in detail. Especially after combining the content of Bao's two speeches, I have learned a lot."

Robert, the economist, could be said to be Gaston's only lifeline. He immediately invited him to sit on the sofa next to the fireplace.

"Come, let's sit down and talk."

As soon as he sat down, Robert said in a very serious tone again: "Mr. President, I think we should put aside the identity, age, and race of this oriental scholar and discuss his economic theory in an objective and rational manner.

You may not know that there is a craze for discussing this not only in France but also in the UK. This is an amazing economist. Even Mr. Keynes of the UK praised him highly. You can understand his importance. "

"I already know that the people have even started a farce of competing with the British for scholars." Gaston raised the newspaper in his hand and said with a strange look on his face.

He had never seen a scholar who could trigger such a phenomenal public reaction, whether in the East or the West.

But Gaston still had some doubts. He frowned and said, "Isn't it a bit too naive to put the hopes of the whole of France on a Chinese?"

He spread his hands and said, using a vivid metaphor, "This makes me look like a dad playing house in preschool."

Robert looked at Gaston strangely and said, "Sir, in a sense, politics is sometimes no different from the various ideas and policies proposed in the preschool class."

He still felt a little helpless. It was already this late, and the president in front of him was still thinking about his own reputation?

But on the surface, Robert naturally wanted to speak more nicely, he continued.

"Sir, even if we don't use Bao's economics now, inviting Mr. Bao here is also a way to stabilize the people."

Gaston's eyes immediately lit up and he said, "You mean, this Mr. Bao can, like Mr. Pierre de Coubertin, calm the despair of the French people."

"That's about what I mean." Robert nodded.

"If that's the case, that's great." Gaston exhaled and said, "Compared to reform, stability is what we want to achieve most!"

Gaston felt at ease with the name Coubertin.

This gentleman is the founder of the modern Olympic Games and has always been regarded by French officials as a symbol of promoting pacifism.

It can be said that in today's France, Coubertin is a man with great influence.

Positive publicity is an important way to maintain social stability.

Gaston's political views have always been conservative. Perhaps because of the political turmoil in France in recent years, he has been extremely cautious about radical reforms.

Robert sighed secretly in his heart. He also wanted to suggest to Gaston that appropriately adopting some of the economic theories advocated by Bao Guowei might be very helpful for France to get out of the economic quagmire.

But it is too difficult for this conservative president to make such a decision.

And he had a pretty damn good excuse.

"Mr. Robert, it's not that I don't want to ask for help. I have sent many groups of officials to visit him, but this Oriental scholar seems to have no interest in becoming an economic advisor to any European country."

With Bao Guowei's current reputation, Gaston had already sent someone to invite him. But what could he do? The other party seemed to have a lot of "airs"?
Robert was about to continue speaking to dissuade Gaston when there was another knock on the door.

"Come in," Gaston said in a prim tone.

The person who walked in was Gaston's personal secretary. After a simple bow, he handed over a letter and said.

"Mr. President, Mr. Bao has once again rejected your Christmas dinner. His original words were that he wanted to spend a simple Christmas with his family and friends."

Gaston looked at Robert and shrugged. The meaning was very clear: it was not that he was unwilling to find the other party, but that the other party was too arrogant!

But then I heard the secretary say, "However, Mr. Bao wrote you a letter. He said you will find the answer you want in the letter."

"The answer? This gentleman is quite interesting, a bit like Sherlock Holmes." Gaston took the letter with a strange expression, opened it and read it carefully.

The letter was very long, but Gaston read it very quickly. However, his expression became more and more serious until his brows were furrowed into a shape called a "川" (cross).

"What's the content?" Robert came over curiously.

Gaston sighed, handed the letter to Robert and said.

"I don't quite understand it, but maybe you can understand it."

The weather in France is also diverse. Winters are colder in the north and east, and snow is very common, especially in Alsace, Lorraine and some mountainous areas in the east, which are often covered with heavy snow in winter.

But in Paris, snow doesn't happen every year.

Whenever snowflakes fall, famous landmarks such as the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre take on a special charm against the backdrop of snow.

Unfortunately, few people in Paris were in the mood to enjoy the snow this year. The only wish of ordinary people on the streets of France at that time was to find a warm place to stay and have some normal Christmas food before the snow melted.

Of course, this would not happen at the University of Paris.

Many students from other places did not go home in France. They took advantage of the heavy snow to build snowmen in the snow, which was also a kind of fun.

In front of an apartment building in the teaching area, Bao Guowei and his colleagues were enthusiastically making a snowman.

Cao Yanhai built a snowman with sturdy limbs in the snow and dressed it in his short shirt. In order to highlight the snowman's "chivalrous spirit", he even carved a wooden sword and inserted it into the snowman's waist.

After everything was ready, he put his hands on his hips and said loudly, "Hahahaha! Master and Madam! Look at this snowman I made. Does it look a bit like Guo Jing in The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

"You look like an old man with a crooked mouth. You don't look like Guo Jing. Instead, you look like Ouyang Feng." Bao Guowei complained helplessly.

Cao Yanhai was obviously very concerned about Bao Guowei's complaints. He looked left and right at the snowman he had built, muttering something to himself, which was obviously very decent.

Ignoring this funny guy, Bao Guowei looked at Zhang Nianyue beside him, who actually put on the image of a female scholar.

Looking at the simple clothes and the hat with a very French style, Bao Guowei couldn't help but comment.

“This is piling up Marie Curie.”

Zhang Nianyue looked at Bao Guowei in surprise, and said rather embarrassedly, "After meeting Marie Curie that day, I always felt that she was an extremely amazing woman, so I thought of making a snowman for her."

"That's pretty good."

Bao Guowei smiled and nodded, then he took his fiancée into his arms and warmed her cold little hands with his hands.

Speaking of Marie Curie, he couldn't help but mention: "I want to provide some research funds to Marie Curie's institute."

"Ah?" Zhang Nianyue was a little surprised. In her impression, Madame Curie should not be short of money.

Bao Guowei smiled and said, "Do you think a scientist like her would be rich? All the wealthy capitalists have gone to develop radium products to make money. Add to that the economic crisis in the past two years. I saw it the last time I went to the institute. Marie Curie is now in great need of research funds."

"But." Zhang Nianyue was obviously not carried away by her idol, and remained rational. "Is your investment just for the scientific spirit? It doesn't seem to have any benefits for us?"

In her eyes, Bao Guowei seemed a little too selfless.

Bao Guowei couldn't help but tap Zhang Nianyue's smooth forehead with his knuckles and said with a smile: "You are still not good enough in your studies!"

"Why?" Zhang Nianyue threatened with bared teeth, speaking in a wronged and vicious manner.

"How can providing research funds be useless?" Bao Guowei said with a smile. "I provided research funds. In the future, I need relevant research materials and some advanced methods for producing radioactive elements. Can Marie Curie not provide them to me?
With my contribution and Madame Curie's good impression of us, shouldn't everything be a natural outcome?"

Zhang Nianyue stared at her fiancé and saw his despicable and profiteer face, which made her feel relieved.

But she couldn't understand why Bao Guowei needed information on radioactive elements?

After the discussion was over and everyone was about to go back to their room, Zhang Nianyue noticed the snowman that Bao Guowei had built and asked out of curiosity.

"Bao Guowei, who are you making this snowman in the shape of a gentleman?"

All I saw was a snowman that looked like a teacher standing in the cold wind.

Bao Guowei's skill in making a snowman is average, but he made this snowman look lifelike.

He also put a long gown on the snowman and placed two books in his hands.

Especially the pair of eyes, which were carved to be deep and firm, looking towards the east.

Its right hand was slightly raised and pointed into the distance, and its posture was unusually upright.

Bao Guowei was just about to hide in front of the fireplace in the house to warm his frozen hands and feet, and at the same time to perfect the press release he planned to issue with Madame Curie.

It was an article calling for a boycott of products containing radioactive materials.

But he heard Zhang Nianyue's question, turned his head and took a quick look at the snowman.

I don't know when, his expression became reverent, and he spoke in a very low voice.

"Someone who brings us hope."

After saying that, he walked into the house without looking back.

Only Zhang Nianyue was left, staring at the "statue" in the snow in a daze.

After the heavy snow, the whole earth was covered with silver.

The three snowmen were also covered with white snow in the cold wind.

But strangely, the snowmen of Zhang Nianyue and Cao Yanhai were quickly covered by snow and lost their original appearance.

Only Bao Guowei, the snowman, still exuded his spirit until it got dark and the lights in the building came on.

I don’t know how long it took, but two Chinese people who looked like students came over. They were holding some gifts in their hands and were about to knock on the door, but they found the snowman.

"Brother Binglie, that snowman looks quite impressive and is wearing a long gown. I guess Mr. Bingwen must have made it himself."

Another person said.

"That must be the case. Only a man like Mr. Bingwen can make the snowman look so beautiful. It's a pity that I don't have a camera, otherwise I would definitely take a good picture of it.

But this person doesn't seem to be Mr. Bingwen, but he looks somewhat familiar."

(End of this chapter)