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

Chapter 10 Glossy skin

West Hubei District, during the Republic of China, was not only the residence of Hangzhou's dignitaries, but also a unique cultural area.

Not only is the first public library in China located here, but the first West Lake International Expo was also held on this Beishan Street, and it is even known as the "Chicago" and "Paris" and other international expositions.

Since the convening in June 1929, many business chambers of commerce have settled on this street. For a time, the entire Beishan Street was so prosperous that it felt like it had traveled through a hundred years.

The Hangzhou branch of "Red Rose" is located in a building a few hundred meters away from the Gushan library. This is something Bao Guowei only found out after asking Zhang Nianyue.

Otherwise, he, a native of Nancheng, would have to follow the address in the magazine and mail it to Shanghai, which would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

When I walked to the signboard with "Red Roses", there was no one at the door, except for a young man taking a nap at the counter.

The young man was wearing a suit that didn't fit well, and his black collar was a little white. It wasn't until Bao Guowei walked up to him that he came to his senses.

"Excuse me, what is the process for submitting an article?"

"Huh?"

The young man wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, straightened his head and looked at Bao Guowei from top to bottom, and finally his eyes rested on his old, muddy cloth shoes.

"Our magazine doesn't need students' homework. This is Red Rose Magazine. You know, Red Rose Magazine. We usually publish novels."

Seeing the other party's absent-minded look, Bao Guowei would have been furious a few weeks ago. Then the thunder was louder and the rain was lighter, and he continued to lie to himself in a sulky manner.

But now Bao Guowei just has a faint smile on his face. There are door god imps in every era who look down on others, especially in the Republic of China. They even divided people into three, six or nine grades through this short shirt, long shirt, mandarin jacket and suit.

Just commonplace things.

He turned his head and replied immediately.

"Mr. Zhang, do you know that Mr. Zhang's good friend asked me to run an errand for a novel written by an old-timer."

"Mr. Zhang? Mr. Zhang Taiyan?"

The young man's pupils shrank and he brought his big head closer.

Seeing the young man's reaction, Bao Guowei immediately picked up the conversation, then searched for information about Zhang Taiyan in his mind and said: "Ah, yes, yes! That's Mr. Zhang Binglin, the one who wrote The Theory of National Heritage. Zhang Taiyan is Mr. That’s the number.”

Hearing this, the somewhat skeptical young man was shocked, because now everyone in the Republic of China knows that Zhang Taiyan is true. After all, this is a man who has defeated Cixi, Guangxu, Yuan Shikai, and Chang Kaishen, and has been defeated seven times. Arrested, a hard-core ruthless person from the Republic of China who was imprisoned three times.

It is definitely a lie to say that they don’t know, but most people only know his nickname, Zhang Taiyan, but his real name, Zhang Binglin, is only known to those who are familiar with him.

There was no Baidu Encyclopedia during this period, and Zhang Taiyan did not publish any biographies.

There was also a discussion about national heritage. Even the young man himself didn’t know if it was Zhang Taiyan’s work. The young man glanced at Bao Guowei again.

The other party looked innocent and harmless, and he didn't look like someone who could trick people, but he didn't look like someone who could get along with the master.

Just a poor student?

To be on the safe side, the young man hesitated for a long time and decided to keep the manuscript and show it to the editor later. It would not be too late to contact him again if it was fake.

Mr. Taiyan is not a good-tempered person, and those who dare to impersonate his name may not be able to reap the rewards.

He then nodded and said: "Give me this manuscript, and remember to write down your contact address or remittance address, otherwise it will be difficult to contact me and pay for the manuscript."

After leaving Red Rose Magazine, Bao Guowei walked directly in the direction of Wushan Road, which is now the high-end commercial street in Hangzhou, where countless foreign brands and luxury stores are opened.

Pouting his lips, Bao Guowei took a look at this outfit.

The shabby cloth shoes have become extremely rough, with stains that cannot be washed out between the stitches, and the pants are wrinkled. Although they are not patched like most people on the street, only Bao Guowei knows that they are worn inside. How many holes.

And he was wearing an old robe and cotton coat covered in oil stains. Although the robe was much more noble than the short robe, it was difficult to do anything in this world without a shiny skin.

If it hadn't been for Bao Guowei's cleverness just now, who came to raise the banner and use Zhang Taiyan's name, I'm afraid even this manuscript might not have been submitted.

The reason why I talked about Mr. Zhang was mainly because Zhang Nianyue's family status must be extraordinary in Hangzhou, so it would be right to name him after his father. Bao Guowei admitted that he was a gambler. If his father were a married woman, he would be blind.

Unexpectedly, a master from the Republic of China was brought out by accident.

During this period, Zhang Taiyan was not only a great scholar in the Republic of China, but also had many disciples and former officials in the cultural world. Even Chang Kaishen did not dare to touch him easily, which shows his current status.

Hangzhou is the place where Zhang Taiyan studied since childhood. Although he now holds lectures in Suzhou all year round, he is still a leading figure in the cultural circles of Hangzhou.

After briefly reviewing Zhang Taiyan's relevant information in his head, Bao Guowei withdrew his thoughts. He didn't want to think about that much for now. He just wanted to make some money and survive in this era first.

As for being a master, it's a bit too far behind for him.

When he stepped into the store, Bao Guowei felt a pleasant aroma of fabrics blowing into his face. He looked up and saw an oil painting hanging on the wall. On the white picture, there were not as many flowers and plants as the clothes.

Even the clothes racks are made of retro wood, making people feel like they have traveled to London, England in the Victorian era.

This level is in sharp contrast to the stench in the streets and corners at the door.

Parkmont Suit Store, this is the sign at the counter of the store.

Pikemon comes from the UK, and there is a line of small words below.

Just now, Bao Guowei decided that he needed a set of Pakmon to soothe his wounded heart.

Although he knew that this might be Bao Guowei from a few weeks ago, hiding in his head, he did not suppress this desire.

The clerk was a middle-aged man in a smart suit. When he saw Bao Guowei come in, he hung up his monocle, glanced at it, and then sat on a chair and read the newspaper.

If Bao Guowei hadn't been dressed neatly, he wouldn't have been kicked out.

Bao Guowei, who was ignored, didn't pay attention. He looked at the clothing label and pinched the material of the clothes. It was smooth and smooth, even better than the materials used in some suit shops in later generations.

When the middle-aged clerk who was always vigilant saw that Bao Guowei was actually taking advantage of it, he quickly stepped forward to stop him and said, "Oh, be careful, this is Parkmount. Parkmount is produced in the UK, and it is not a roadside product!"

It was obvious that this was not the first time for the middle-aged clerk to deal with such a customer, and he continued to threaten: "This set costs 32 yuan. If it breaks, I have to buy it back in full."

"Wrap it up for me."

"Look, you're a student. Go back quickly and wait. What do you say?" The middle-aged clerk's eyes widened.

"I told you to wrap it up for me."

It wasn't until Bao Guowei took out a brown fifty-yuan banknote that the middle-aged clerk completely believed that the other party really wanted to buy it, and his attitude immediately improved a lot.

Next, the middle-aged clerk changed his previous attitude and carefully measured the size for Bao Guowei with a soft ruler.

Bao Guowei chose a cheaper mass-produced suit, but the store could still help him cut it to fit as well as possible.

During this process, the middle-aged clerk's approach was so gentle that Bao Guowei almost thought he had other special hobbies, but fortunately, he was able to handle it without any danger.

I picked a pair of leather shoes that cost 8 yuan, which was a complete gift. The middle-aged clerk put them all in a beautiful paper bag, stacked them with both hands, and handed them over.

Bao Guowei nodded with satisfaction after receiving perfect service.

But when he was leaving, the middle-aged clerk suddenly stared at Bao Guowei's back, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance in his mind.

When Bao Guowei walked away, he suddenly returned to the counter and wrote on the paper.

"January 1, the 28th year of the Republic of China, a male student in a long gown, with a narrow face, a high nose, and a well-proportioned figure. His surname was Bao. He was suspected of being from a shady background."

(End of this chapter)