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

Chapter 53 My name is also Bao Guowei

"Still not."

Bao Guowei breathed a sigh of relief, almost thinking that he was going to become Long Aotian again.

"You kid, why don't you listen to my advice? You are still a student. You can come back when you are promising in the future. I won't let you in even if you are stuck here."

Wang Xiaoer said earnestly, he usually only receives big shots in Songhe Tower, and he always talks in a certain way.

"If you insist on listening to the content of the cultural conference, you can go outside the back hall, maybe."

Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly because he saw Bao Guowei holding a red invitation in his hand.

Then he subconsciously accepted the invitation and couldn't help but say something.

"This thing is not interesting either."

His face froze for an instant, and he looked extremely embarrassed when he turned to look at Bao Guowei.

Bao Guowei also responded with a harmless smile on his face.

"Can I go in now?"

"what?"

Wang Xiaoer felt a little embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to burrow down. In his profession, vision was the most important thing, but who knew that he might have made a mistake today.

But it's not his fault. The people who come to this literary club are all well-known people. Some students are brought in by their teachers. How can there be a simple student who comes in on his own.

Could it be that this guy just looks like a student, but is actually 30 years old?

Wang Xiaoer's heart was very complicated, but he couldn't let Bao Guowei stand at the door all the time. Then he respectfully returned the post to Bao Guowei, and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry for you. This Sir, I thought you were a student."

"I'm just a student." Bao Guowei nodded seriously.

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Wang Xiaoer suddenly felt that he could not speak, so he had to bow to Bao Guowei, then pointed inside and said.

"Please hurry up, I'm really sorry."

"fine."

Smiling and patting him on the shoulder, Bao Guowei walked towards the venue.

Watching Bao Guowei leave, Wang Xiaoer couldn't help but take out a towel from his pocket and wipe his sweat. Then he didn't dare to be careless at the door. He had to give him an invitation before he dared to speak.

The venue was set up in the lobby of a restaurant. The crowd gathered together in twos and threes, but they were very distinct. Those in long gowns were gathered together, and those in suits were gathered together.

Along the way, Bao Guowei often heard something with his left ear, and some English words popped out of his right ear, which was really confusing.

Some of these people look gentle and gentle like school teachers, while others look dignified and look like senior government officials, and they also talk high-spiritedly.

It seems that today's literary gathering is just as Wang Xiaoer said, there must be a lot of big shots.

But it was a pity that Bao Guowei could not find Zhang Taiyan, and he had no acquaintance here, so he could only find a seat and sit down on his own.

Just as he sat down, a young and slightly greasy voice came.

"Hey, are you a student too?"

Bao Guowei turned his head and found a young man with a big nose in a suit. He was wearing a top hat that was obviously a little too small, revealing a somewhat worrying hairline, and he stretched out his hand to him.

"Hello." Bao Guowei nodded and stretched out his hand.

"I knew, looking at you looking a little overwhelmed, it must have been an elder in the family or a teacher who brought you in." The young man sat on the chair carelessly, as if he were the master.

"That's it."

"I came with my tutor to get acquainted." The young man looked familiar.

"Hello, my name is Bao Guowei."

"My name is."

Bao Guowei suddenly paused and looked at the young man in front of him strangely.

What did he just say?

The embarrassment flashed across the young man's face, and then he showed an indifferent look. "What's wrong? My name is Bao Guowei, and my cousin is Huang Zhang. Seeing that you are young, you can call me Brother Huang Zhang."

Bao Guowei looked at this guy and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Your name is Bao Guowei, what is my name? Is there anyone with the same name as this?

Bao Huangzhang seemed to be afraid that the other party would not know, and explained: "My master, Zhang Taiyan, is not worth mentioning."

He cupped his hands and raised his eyes to secretly observe the other party's reaction.

At this time, Bao Guowei finally understood what this guy was doing. It turned out to be an imposter.

But with his current fame, there are even imposters?

However, there are always many people who brag and show off and use tiger skin as a banner. Bao Guowei did not expose him immediately. Instead, he found it interesting and wanted to see what he was going to do.

"Classmate, you haven't told me your name yet." The young man couldn't help but remind him.

Bao Guowei's face twitched, he thought for a while, then he raised his hands and said, "I, Wei Junming, haven't expressed my words yet."

"Hahahahaha, Wei Junming, you are very friendly as soon as I see you!"

"Is it possible that we are friends?"

"Friends? Ah, yes, yes, my dear brother, you and I hit it off right away!"

"I wonder if my dear brother knows about the article "The Silent Majority"? That article published in the Times was really untalented, and it was written below."

Bao Guowei found it a bit funny and echoed as if he were watching a show: "I heard it is very famous and it was awarded by Mr. Chu Nan."

"Hey, I'm really a little ashamed about my article."

Immediately afterwards, the other party started to brag wildly. It was nothing more than that I was awesome but that was not my intention. I was awesome but was forced to do so!

Bao Guowei had seen many people like this in his previous life, so it was not unusual. A hundred years later, there would be many people in society talking about running on trains.

There was no one he knew at the moment, so Bao Guowei regarded him as a chat partner, but the other party made him really irritated. Wanting to get some useful information from him, he asked.

"So, the cultural conference is still full of big shots in Hangzhou."

"What do you say!"

Huang Zhang slapped his thigh, with a very vivid expression on his face. Bao Guowei started talking, and he began to introduce it with great passion.

"Brother Wei Xian seems to be ignorant at first glance, isn't he? Let me introduce him to you."

There was a proud look on his face, and he started to comment on the people in the venue.

"Look at that man, whose name is Xu Feng and whose courtesy name is Ziyi. He is a man wearing a beautiful suit. He has a hooked nose like a foreigner. He is extraordinary. He is a talented student studying at Cornell University in the United States. He is now the least talented person in the Civil Affairs Bureau. He’s also a section chief!”

"Also, the gentleman in the long gown, Cai Chunshou, Mr. Cai." Huang Zhang's face was beaming, as if these big shots were his friends. "He has written countless books and served as the editor-in-chief of the Shanghai Municipal Publications Bureau. Although he has no official position in the government, he is a first-class figure in the literary world of Hangzhou."

"There is another important figure at today's meeting, Mr. Chu. He has not arrived yet. I will introduce him to you later."

Huang Zhang's mouth became dry as he spoke, he took a sip of tea and said proudly.

"He is also a good friend of my mentor Zhang Taiyan."

Bao Guowei looked at all the people in the venue. Although this Huang Zhang was an imposter, he thought he had put in a lot of effort.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, Mr. Taiyan really has a wide network of contacts.

But why doesn’t this old gentleman come? What treasures can be found in the south of the city?

At this time, the venue suddenly became noisy, and there was a shocking voice in the middle, which attracted everyone's attention.

"It's time to stop talking about it. In my opinion, our country should abandon the so-called national spirit and fully accept the advanced culture of the United States!"

After hearing these words, everyone fell silent and looked towards the source of the central sound.

"Xu Ziyi?"

Huang Zhang couldn't help but said in surprise when he saw the speaker.

(End of this chapter)