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

Chapter 100 Traitor Zhang Xiaolin

Du Yuesheng did many wrong things, but he was blameless in terms of national justice.

Do your best to run charities, organize anti-enemy support groups, and refuse to be wooed by Japanese dogs.

He may not be a good person, but he is definitely not a traitor.

But Zhang Xiaolin is completely different.

He was also one of the three underground gangsters in Shanghai during the Republic of China. Not only was he inferior to Du Yuesheng in terms of strength, but he was also a proper villain in terms of national justice.

Du Yuesheng works for Chang Kaishen.

And Zhang Xiaolin worked for the Japanese.

The "New Asia Peace Promotion Association" was established to provide materials for the Japanese, enrich the country, coerce people from all walks of life to work for the enemy, and use the slogan of "coexistence and common prosperity".

It can be said that he had a lot of misdeeds, and he died under the execution of the government, which was very satisfying.

Bao Guowei squinted his eyes, calculating this person's purpose.

It is said that Du Yuesheng and Zhang Xiaolin had a very good relationship in the past, and Zhang Xiaolin was even Du Yuesheng's senior.

It's just that Du Yuesheng came from behind and overwhelmed Zhang Xiaolin in every aspect.

Even Zhang Xiaolin's men felt that there was no future with him, so they went to Du Yuesheng.

There are anecdotes on the Internet for later generations that the reason why Du and Zhang fell out was because Du did not help Zhang find a good job for his son in front of Chang Kaishen.

In any case, Bao Guowei only knows one truth.

In the world of these people, there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests.

Rao is a good brother who has been through life and death, and will turn against each other in the face of interests.

A few years ago, in order to clear his name, Du Yuesheng publicly came out to support the smoking ban, which had touched Zhang Xiaolin's fundamental interests. This was an irreconcilable contradiction.

The tense situation in the field at this moment said it all.

When two tigers fight, Bao Guowei naturally favors Du Yuesheng.

"This guy was once discovered by me to have contact with the Japanese in private."

Du Yuesheng whispered a reason to Zhang Taiyan in his ear.

Zhang Taiyan's face suddenly turned livid, he looked up at Zhang Xiaolin with disgust as if he were looking at a piece of shit, and said through gritted teeth.

"This is a traitor to the country!"

"There is no conclusive evidence now, otherwise he will be left with nothing to eat!"

Du Yuesheng's eyes also showed murderous intent. Born in the Qing Gang, he had only restrained his former violence.

But the more important thing now is to stabilize the order of the venue.

Du Yuesheng had already seen many people leaving the venue, probably because they were afraid of conflicts.

The fundraiser was held on such a grand scale today, but if it was mishandled, all the previous efforts would be wasted!

Thinking of this, he ordered the subordinates behind him: "Control the people below, we will not let them cause trouble, and we will not be the first to take action. With so many famous gentlemen present today, he did not dare to go too far. "

"Brother Binglin, please stay for now. This Xiaolin is a member of our Qing Gang, so I will naturally handle it."

Du Yuesheng stopped Zhang Taiyan and said.

He knew Zhang Taiyan's temper, and if there was a conflict, it would not end well.

Zhang Taiyan took the overall situation into consideration. If he went over now, he might really be able to resist picking up the soles of his shoes and beat Zhang Xiaolin.

He immediately snorted coldly, turned around and said, "This matter will not be settled like this."

Du Yuesheng said loudly.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Zhang? I haven't seen him for a long time, and I still miss him so much!"

The voice was loud and calm, with no hint of conflict at all.

The group of people occupied a seat, and Zhang Xiaolin was sitting in the center.

He wore a silk mandarin jacket and held a fan in his hand.

The bald head and thin eyebrows are really a bit intimidating.

Zhang Xiaolin said calmly.

"Brother Du Xian doesn't regard me as his brother. The fundraiser is such a famous event, but he wants to keep it all for himself. Could it be that he thinks I can't afford the money?"

These words were a thorn in Du Yuesheng's mind, as he said that he held this fund-raising meeting in order to gain fame and fortune.

Du Yuesheng was not annoyed and said with a smile on his face,

"Brother Zhang is being harsh. Brother, you are too busy coming and going in the concession. I'm afraid you won't be able to find time! Besides, I'm talking to different people, so I'm afraid I won't like you."

He did not give in too much, and his words stabbed the other party into colluding with the Japanese.

Zhang Xiaolin was confident. Without evidence, even Chang Kaishen did not dare to touch him easily. He said leisurely: "He who knows the current affairs is a hero."

The two people went back and forth, but they maintained a tacit understanding and did not break up.

At this time, a subordinate next to Zhang Xiaolin raised his head and said.

"I don't know if what Mr. Du said before counts. We have paid the most money. From now on, the epidemic prevention materials should be printed with Master Zhang's name!"

Du Yuesheng's face suddenly twitched.

If the fundraiser he held would have made Zhang Xiaolin famous.

Hasn't Du Yuesheng become a joke in the Shanghai stock market?

This time his fists were about to burst with veins, but he was Du Yuesheng after all, so he endured it.

The smile on his face was a little stiff and he said, "Of course the one with the highest price will get it."

"You have the right to speak here!"

Zhang Xiaolin kicked the subordinate, then turned around and said as if nothing happened.

"I heard that many female stars have been invited to perform this time. Brother, I want to see it thanks to you."

He paused, raised his non-existent eyebrows and said, "If it's not good, my brother can help you."

"Don't worry about it, brother, just keep an eye on it!"

Du Yuesheng's words were already a little cold, and he waved his hand and turned to leave backstage.

The subordinate who was kicked was not annoyed, he came to Zhang Xiaolin and said with a smile on his face.

"Master, this guy is too arrogant, we must deal with him properly!"

Zhang Xiaolin smiled and patted his face.

"Don't worry, I've already been prepared."

He pointed behind him, where a young man with a thin face and unnaturally white skin was walking over.

"Zhang Zhiping!!"

Huang Bohui made a sound of surprise and couldn't help but say.

"How come he is here? He is actually getting together with Zhang Xiaolin."

"Zhang Zhiping?"

Bao Guowei felt that this name was somewhat familiar.

Huang Bohui immediately explained: "This person has slandered you in the newspaper before and published a long article on the epidemic."

Saying this, Bao Guowei was somewhat impressed.

"I didn't keep it in mind."

Huang Bohui said with emotion: "A scholar like Zhang Zhiping is really a mother if she has breasts, and she doesn't even need to show her face."

Bao Guowei could not deny it.

As the phonograph's somewhat hoarse soundtrack sounded, a group of dancers in cheongsam emerged from the backstage.

Their clothes changed from their usual gorgeous attire. They all wore light blue solid colors, looking neat and dignified.

Holding a fan in his hand, he danced gracefully, looking very rhythmic.

Zhang Xiaolin raised his eyebrows and said to Zhang Zhiping next to him.

"Brother Zhiping, what do you think of this song and dance? It seems that Du Yuesheng has put a lot of effort into it."

Zhang Zhiping naturally knew what he meant, smiled, shook his head, and spoke after a few words. "Just to make you laugh, this is a fundraiser. These women are usually promiscuous dancers. It is really inappropriate to show off here."

Zhang Xiaolin's eyes suddenly lit up. He knew beforehand that he could not use "force" to deal with the fund-raising event. If he used "force", he would definitely attract verbal and written criticism from the whole Shanghai market.

But it's different when Zhang Zhiping is invited. He is a professional in "literary".

He immediately winked at the person behind him, and his subordinate immediately understood.

After greeting a few local gangsters who didn't know where to go, they came to the edge of the stage and started shouting loudly.

"Hey, that's it? Twist your butt and show me!"

"Hey, hey, there are too many clothes here. Who can show you when you dance with so many clothes on?"

For a moment, the fundraiser seemed to have turned into some kind of romantic dance party.

Some industrial tycoons in the front row suddenly frowned, and some people in the back row left.

Du Yuesheng's face was as cold as frost and he said to the subordinate next to him: "Get these people out of here!"

Soon, several capable members of the Qing Gang rushed forward and carried out all the booing people.

They were obviously ordered to do so and did not resist. They just allowed themselves to be beaten out and howled from time to time.

"Let go, man! Is this how you treat guests?"

After being beaten until his mouth was full of blood, he finally became honest.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience frowned again.

Many people sat in their positions because of Du Yuesheng's face, but they were already sitting on pins and needles.

"asshole!"

Du Yuesheng was furious, but it would take time for his troops to arrive. If a conflict broke out, not only would he suffer a loss, but the fundraiser would also be completely over.

He hated him so much that he had never expected the other party to use such a trick.

In the past, the struggles between them were all about "military" warfare. How had they ever dealt with such "civilized" warfare?

He turned to look at Zhang Taiyan, thinking that he might have some ideas.

"Brother Taiyan, what should we do now?"

Zhang Taiyan said with some bitterness on his face: "I usually write articles, but rarely deal with this kind of thing. Let me think about it."

After a while, his eyes lit up and he said, "There is one who engages in 'civil wars' with others every day!"

"Who?"

Zhang Taiyan stroked his beard and said, "That's right Bao Bingwen!"

When Bao Guowei came to the two elders, he was a little speechless.

What do I mean by my habit of entangled with others and winning by words or strange means?

In the eyes of my husband, am I, Bao Guowei, like this?

Seeing Bao Guowei's resentful eyes, Zhang Taiyan smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Bingwen! Don't do this. I know you will find a way."

Thinking that there would be no problems at the fundraiser, Bao Guowei didn't care about it. The corner of his mouth curled up, as he had already made plans in his mind.

"Two gentlemen, don't worry, this is just a plan of a scoundrel in the market!"

"Oh?" Du Yuesheng's eyes lit up, and he saw countless surprises in the other party.

Bao Guowei said calmly: "Don't be anxious. Turn up the background music and send some people to guard the stage to prevent anyone from causing trouble. Let's run the fundraiser first. This is the foundation."

He then continued his analysis.

"The fundraiser cannot be delayed at the moment. If Zhang Xiaolin fails to ensure that everything is done, we will cut off the middle performances and let Hu Die go directly to the next one. End it as soon as possible and enter the fundraising phase."

"When the donation ceremony comes, there will be less chaos, and Mr. Du's troops will arrive as soon as possible, right?"

"Okay! This idea is very clear! I was confused in a hurry."

Du Yuesheng has been doing less mundane things recently, and her head is a little confused. When Bao Guowei said this, she suddenly became enlightened.

He patted Bao Guowei's hand and said, "Bingwen! If your master hadn't agreed, I would have let you help me!"

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Du Yuesheng felt a chill on his back. When he turned around, he saw Zhang Taiyan's wary eyes, and he smiled coquettishly.

Sure enough, after a performance, there was a commotion in the crowd.

"What kind of waste is this? We want Hu Die! We want Hu Die!"

Everyone has a herd mentality. If someone starts to make a move, many people in the audience will murmur in their hearts.

Why are they all boring performances?

Isn't Hu Die the most popular person in the Shanghai stock market today?

Everyone is here to see Hu Die. Everyone’s time is precious, can they be wasted here?

The fundraiser organized by Du Yuesheng looked like a mess!

This kind of thing is the worst thing to worry about if you think about it carefully. The more you think about it, the more wrong it feels.

"Master, it's done. Being able to disgust that Du Yuesheng is much more enjoyable than fighting!"

A young man with a thin and yellow face said cheerfully.

"Ah Huang, don't be too noisy."

Zhang Xiaolin glanced at Zhang Zhiping next to him. The latter's face was unchanged from the past to the present. Who would have thought that the opponent came up with this damaging move?

"This Du Yuesheng, it's a pity that we can't let him be ruined! Today I will teach him a little lesson. I will ruin this fund-raising meeting for him. Let's see how he can clear his name! How he can become famous!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain opened again.

I saw a woman leaning on the fishing boat. She was dressed in a fisherman's girl's attire, fresh and refined, with a pair of smart eyes that seemed to be able to speak, and she bowed to everyone in the audience.

"Hello gentlemen, my daughter is Hu Die, singing "I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River" for you."

As soon as these words came out, the audience suddenly burst into excitement.

During this period, Hu Die was already the well-deserved number one female star in Shanghai with her movie "The Burning of the Red Lotus Temple". Many industrialists and businessmen wanted to have a glimpse of Hu Die's style.

"Master!" Ah Huang said to Zhang Xiaolin with a dull expression. "They seem to have guessed what we were thinking?"

Zhang Xiaolin was also a little surprised, because the public script Hu Die had to appear on at least three or four programs, and just now he deliberately caused trouble after the program was over.

But he didn't panic. Since he dared to come, it couldn't be just this trick.

There was a proud look on his face, and he said Nunu mouth.

"Just watch."

At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly asked a question.

"Why...why don't you see the backup dancer?"

"Maybe come up later?"

"No, no, no, the mood is up. Logically speaking, I shouldn't be a backup dancer."

"Can the program list say the opera "I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River", an opera performed by one person?"

Immediately, discussions started under the stage.

Du Yuesheng behind the stage was also a little anxious, kicked the chair and said.

"Where are the backup dancers? Why can't I see the backup dancers?"

Finally, a member of the troupe came over backstage. He was a young man. He explained timidly: "The sisters who were backup dancers rushed to a performance in the morning. They said they would come over at noon, but they never came. I just got the news that they were intercepted. Stay here, can’t come!”

"It must be that despicable man Zhang Xiaolin!" Du Yuesheng said angrily.

The young man was also a little aggrieved.

"Sister Hu Die saw that it was too late, so she had to go on stage by herself. If the gentlemen in the audience are not satisfied, it will greatly affect my sister's reputation!"

Hu Die has just become popular now. If he overturns on stage, all his previous efforts will be wasted.

"Bingwen, do you have any ideas?"

Du Yuesheng said with a glimmer of hope.

Bao Guowei was speechless for a while, you really think I am a god! Can it be saved in any situation?

But then he thought about it, patted Du Yuesheng and said, "Mr. Du, don't worry, the show has started now, we have no clever plan, Miss Hu Die may surprise us!"

He remembered the two songs he taught Hu Die before. If they could be sung without accompanying dancers, it would be a gimmick.

It might be different if you take it out.

(End of this chapter)