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

Chapter 524 Extra: Memoirs of Zhang Xueliang
One afternoon in 1992.

In the capital of Formosa Province, the Beitou residence where Zhang Xueliang lived was gently enveloped by sunlight.

Following a burst of hurried footsteps, a group of reporters from the mainland filed in. The leading reporter stepped forward quickly, shook Zhang Xueliang's hand tightly and said.

"Mr. Zhang, we are here to visit you on behalf of our compatriots from the mainland. It is an honor to meet you today."

The visiting journalists were undoubtedly excited.

There is no doubt that the Mr. Zhang Hanqing in front of them, at the age of 91, has become a living fossil of this complex and far-reaching history of the Republic of China.

Given the opportunity to interview this gentleman, the reporters naturally would not miss any valuable questions.

"Mr. Sun is a remarkable man who is determined to overthrow the feudal monarchy and establish a national republic."

In the venue, even at his age, Zhang Xueliang was still energetic and answered all kinds of questions from reporters fluently.

Especially when asked about his opinions on various celebrities of the Republic of China, he seemed to have a lot to say.

But when reporters asked about the September 18 Incident, Zhang Xueliang was in a completely different state.

He sat in front of the window, looking at the bright sunshine outside, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I feel guilty about the September 18th Incident. Chiang Kai-shek and I had some plans, but he did not give me clear instructions. In fact, my resistance was to resist by not resisting. The Japanese wanted us to resist, and after we resisted, they would start a war, which was obviously disadvantageous to us. This was the reason why I did not resist.

Do you still understand?"

Zhang Xueliang's words were something that the academic community and journalists had never anticipated. For a moment, the details of history seemed to be revealed to the journalists.

Reporters immediately swarmed over and asked questions one after another.

"Mr. Zhang, isn't this decision a bit too weak?"

"Isn't it wisest to seek peace through struggle?"

"Young Marshal Zhang, could you please tell me more about the situation at that time?"

Zhang Xueliang's eyes were slightly cloudy, and he had long lost his former vigor and confidence, but he still stuck to his own views.

Said in a calm tone.

"To be honest, our strength at that time was not enough to resist the Japanese."

"But."

A young reporter wanted to refute, but was persuaded by others.

Many of the reporters present had also read history, and some might have wanted to refute him, but they did not know much about the details of that period of history.

Now it seems that we can only write Zhang Xueliang’s words into a report, and ultimately leave it to historians and people from all walks of life to comment on it.

At this time, a reporter asked a question that immediately made everyone's eyes light up.

"Can you talk about Mr. Bao Bingwen? I heard that he gave you some advice before the September 18 Incident, but..."

The reporter didn't say anything after all.

Zhang Xueliang was stunned, as if he had not heard this name for a long time. He stared at the reporter closely, making the reporter a little nervous.

But then, he smiled again, as if he had let it go.

"Lend me a light."

At some point, Zhang Xueliang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, asked questions to a group of reporters, and then put a cigarette in his mouth.

The reporters looked at each other in bewilderment. Logically speaking, cigarettes shouldn't be involved in such a serious interview.

However, Zhang Xueliang is already so old that no one will say anything.

Especially when I heard that the secret to this gentleman's longevity is smoking and drinking?
"Whoo~"

Zhang Xueliang exhaled a puff of smoke, and a complex emotion of melancholy and nostalgia appeared on his face.

"Bingwen mentioned this to me before, and he has mentioned it many times, but I don't regret not listening to him. It is not appropriate to meddle in other people's affairs. Bingwen is very powerful, but he is not a general in charge of the army after all."

Even when reporters mentioned Bao Bingwen, Zhang Xueliang still insisted on his own ideas.

Bao Guowei doesn’t understand military affairs?
Perhaps this is what Zhang Xueliang meant?
This statement made many reporters present feel indignant.

Most of the journalists have received higher education in China, and having received higher education, they will inevitably become Bao Guowei's disciples.

No one knows how many professors in China were once Bao Guowei's students.

But just as the reporters were about to refute, they saw Zhang Xueliang's face full of admiration, and he spoke with a beaming smile.

"He was a genius. He helped to improve various weapons, such as the conscienceless cannon and the Fengtian Type 88 rifle, which was of great help to us in resisting the Japanese.

God knows how this person knows so many things.”

As soon as the reporters heard the comments from the parties involved, they became eager to ask about the details of the incident. "It is indeed very important to transport the Shengjing Arsenal. I can't imagine how many more people would die if we handed it over to the Japanese. If their supplies catch up, how many more people would die."

"Penicillin is of course important, but unfortunately it had not yet been mass-produced at the time. Bao Bingwen was also hiding it and even lied to me that it was developed by the Americans."

"It also makes us Chinese proud. Foreigners used to look down on us, but after hearing about Bingwen, we can speak with more confidence when we go out."

At this moment, another reporter asked a question.

"What do you think about Mr. Bingwen being nominated for the Nobel Prize for the fifth time? Do you think he can win the Nobel Prize in Literature this time?"

Another reporter said with emotion: “The selection of the Nobel Prize in Literature has become a hot topic in society.

In particular, Bao Bingwen won four Nobel Prizes, which is unprecedented in history."

This is also the reason why journalists respect Bao Guowei. Since the establishment of the Nobel Prize, the most number of times he has won the Nobel Prize is only twice.

Bao Guowei won the award four times, which is unprecedented and unparalleled.

Although Zhang Xueliang is old, he always pays attention to current affairs and especially likes popular songs on the market. Naturally, he also has some understanding of the selection of the Nobel Prize.

He smiled and said, "Foreigners are not very willing to award it to us Chinese."

In a sense, the Nobel Prize, as one of the most prestigious awards in academia, the people selected by it also represent the highest achievements of mankind in this field.

Even if the Swedish organizing committee wants to award the award to Bao Guowei, they also have to consider Western public opinion and pressure from various countries.

A reporter said with a proud expression on his face: "The awards Mr. Bingwen received were all given by the Nobel Prize committee. One prize in physiology or medicine, one prize in economics, and two prizes in literature. They are all well-deserved. If they were not given to Mr. Bingwen, the Nobel Prize would lose its authority."

He invented penicillin, perfected macroeconomics, and wrote numerous literary works. As a living fossil from the Republic of China to the present day, Bao Guowei's achievements are enough to be recorded in human history.

Zhang Xueliang opened his eyes under the heavy eye bags and said with a smile.

"I think it's not important whether Bingwen wins this award or not. He doesn't need anything else to prove himself."

Another reporter asked curiously, "Speaking of which, Mr. Hanqing and Mr. Bingwen have had a deep friendship since the beginning of the Republic of China. How long has it been since Mr. Hanqing last saw Mr. Bingwen?"

Zhang Xueliang blew out a smoke ring and said, "I haven't seen him since I arrived in Taiwan. He is a very busy and capable man. He has no time to care about a jerk like me."

After being placed under house arrest, Zhang Xueliang had a very clear understanding of his own position.

He paused and finally said.

"Bao Bingwen and I have always been friends."

"Sir, if you have the chance, you can go to the mainland to visit Mr. Bingwen."

Zhang Xueliang put out the cigarette in his hand and spoke meaningfully.

“It’s not necessary.”

A week later, at a press conference in Shenzhen, Guangdong Province, Bao Guowei, who was nearly 90 years old and had gray hair, sat in the main seat. His eyes, although old, were still full of energy.

When he saw the newspaper handed to him by the reporter, which contained an interview with Zhang Xueliang.

He cursed without hesitation.

"Zhang Xueliang is a bastard!"

He tore the newspaper into pieces.

The reporters present were all shocked as they watched this scene.

However, considering Bao Guowei's age and qualifications, although the subsequent public opinion felt that something was wrong, no criticism was made.

A well-known newspaper in the South made this comment on the feud between the two.

"In Mr. Bingwen's opinion, no matter what the reason, Mr. Zhang Xueliang's non-resistance policy was irresponsible to the people. He had his own limitations as a warlord and dared to fight and struggle in the next work."

Why did Bao Guowei dislike Zhang Xueliang? Why was he unwilling to forgive him? Why did he still feel resentful after so many years?

There are many different opinions about the reason, but Bao Guowei himself is unwilling to speak out, and no one dares to ask.

It was not until 2001, after Zhang Xueliang's death, that Bao Guowei made this conclusion in his article commemorating him.

"Looking back at the entire history of China, the changes of dynasties and national affairs are never the business of one family or one surname. When anyone traces back to his or her ancestors, even the most ordinary family will always have many heroic deeds. It's just that some are more prominent and some are less prominent."

“When we see our ancestors fighting for freedom, working hard for development, and sacrificing their lives for the prosperity of the nation and the survival of the country.

At the same time, we should not forget that the infinite glory of our ancestors inherited in our blood will surely bring greater expectations to our future. "

"And every son and daughter of the Chinese nation should strive for this!"

"Looking back at Zhang Hanqing's life, he had been living a life of luxury since he was a child. He was too naive when it came to struggle. In this matter, Zhang Hanqing set a bad example and also served as a warning to us."

"But one thing is certain: he is not as good as his father Zhang Zuolin in military affairs! He also lacks his father's decisiveness. In the war seventy years ago, he undoubtedly made the absolutely wrong choice!"

(End of this chapter)