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

Chapter 103 President Roosevelt’s Boss

"Mr. Du, come out!"

In the antique study room, a clerk wearing glasses said with a smile.

"This time we received a total of 3,052,100 silver dollars in related donations, most of which were paid with signatures."

"There's a lot to do! There's a lot to do!"

Du Yuesheng rubbed his hands and paced back and forth in the room, looking extremely excited.

Three or four days have passed since the end of the fundraiser. After statistics and collection, the relevant donations were finally roughly calculated.

Zhang Taiyan also smiled for a long time, nodded and said: "I will contact Mr. Chu immediately, and the money will be arranged by him to prevent the possibility of embezzlement and to ensure that every money is recorded."

Zhang Taiyan was still very careful about the fundraiser he organized. If something went wrong, his reputation would also be hurt.

The clerk said with some pity: "Guo Le, the owner of Yong'an Department Store, donated 8 silver dollars, and we donated 10 silver dollars, but after all, it is still not as generous as the 15 silver dollars donated by Situ Meitang. This naming right is It’s his.”

Du Yuesheng laughed and scolded: "You kid, don't you even recognize Mr. Situ Meitang? This is a big boss of the Hongmen of the United States, with hundreds of thousands of people under his command. I have to admire such a person, but losing to him is a shame." No injustice!”

Situ Meitang?

At this moment, Bao Guowei was also standing nearby. He was almost dizzy from dealing with the aftermath of the fundraiser these days.

When I heard this name, I suddenly became energetic.

This name may not be known to the public in later generations, but Bao Guowei knew it because the legal adviser he hired was very famous.

The name is Franklin Roosevelt.

The legendary president who saved the United States from the Great Depression had a relationship with Situ Meitang and even tried his best to help him.

Mr. Sun once invited him to serve as a national official when the National Government was established, but he refused.

also made such a response.

"I don't seek to be an official, I just want the revolution to be successful, the Republic of China to be established, and China to be revitalized. I am an honest man who is eager to serve the country. If you have any instructions in the future, please listen to your instructions."

His patriotism and influence at home and abroad can still be seen.

Zhang Taiyan asked excitedly: "Has Mr. Situ returned to China?"

Du Yuesheng also shook his head with some regret and said: "That's not true. Those who came are his subordinates. They heard about the epidemic in the country a few days ago and specially raised money to help."

Zhang Taiyan couldn't help but praise: "This is a person from Chicheng!"

After finishing the conversation in the office, Bao Guowei went back to the hotel. He had been really tired recently and wanted to have a good sleep.

As soon as she walked out of the door, she met Hu Die, who was also invited. When she saw Bao Guowei, she immediately greeted her.

"Bingwen hasn't seen you for a few days, and he looks a little haggard."

Seeing the dark circles under the other person's eyes, Hu Die couldn't help but express concern.

Bao Guowei waved his hand: "It's nothing. I've been so busy lately that I finally finished the fundraising."

Afterwards, he told her about the situation and results of the donation, and Hu Die covered her mouth in surprise.

"More than three million?"

Bao Guowei nodded. He knew that although the other party and Ruan Lingyu also participated in the performance, they still donated several thousand yuan, which was already a large amount of money for them.

After all, in this era, the most profitable actors are the actors in Peking Opera, while movie stars are not that popular yet.

You know, as early as ten years ago, Mei Lanfang's overseas performances once reached 50,000 silver dollars a month, which shows how popular Peking Opera actors were in this era.

"Thanks to you, Bingwen. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would have done that day."

Hu Die thought about the situation at the fundraiser that day, and she was still a little frightened. The people in the audience were so aggressive and they made mistakes one after another. She almost thought it would turn into a farce.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Bao Guowei appeared, his brother who was five years younger than himself.

Bao Guowei felt the other person's eyes, and avoided his eyes unnaturally, then said with a smile: "Sister, don't be polite. I invited you to perform, and I should solve the problem."

Hu Die was a little disappointed, but she still covered her mouth and said, "What you did that day was really powerful. It was like the Mei Party and the White Party in Peking Opera."

"The May Party and the White Party?"

After the other party mentioned this, Bao Guowei had an impression.

In fact, his method of using the rice circle to fight is not unusual.

During the Republic of China, struggles between "rice circles" were commonplace, but they used to be called the "So-and-so Party."

For example, fans of Mei Lanfang will call themselves Mei Party.

Fans of Bai Mudan call themselves the White Party.

And so on.

The support, ranking, and support that were popular in the fan circles of later generations are all common in the drama circles of this era.

"Bingwen doesn't know?"

Hu Die was a little surprised. In this era, drama is the most popular form of entertainment. Almost everyone knows about it, and then explained to the other party.

"These guys like the White Party are crazy. Not only do they book the venue just for the corners, but they compete with each other to shout loudly during the performance. I've even heard that they use some fists and kicks."

Hu Die had a gossipy look on her face.

"In the early years of the Republic of China, theatergoers at Guanghe Tower in Peking would fight in the woods next to Ming'an Gate every day because of the quality of the actors!"

"Is this happening?" Although he had some understanding, Bao Guowei was still shocked.

Next, Hu Die opened up the conversation and told Bao Guowei various gossips about the theater circles of the Republic of China.

"It's been a chaotic period of time."

After listening to interesting stories about the Republic of China, Bao Guowei felt a lot more relaxed and then said goodbye.

"Bingwen, do you have any plans recently?" Hu Die couldn't help but ask.

"Go back and take a nap. Maybe go to the Times in the afternoon. Mr. Huang has invited me many times, so it's time to go."

"Bingwen is really a hot figure in Shanghai now. One song can spread your name all over the streets." Bao Guowei sighed and said, "It's a blessing if you don't get scolded." , in addition to the music and film industries, many masters and professors now send me letters, wanting to meet and communicate. I guess I have become a street rat in other cultural circles, right?"

He hasn't read the newspaper recently, but he can figure it out with his butt. That Zhang Zhiping will definitely not give up.

"Hey! Masters sent a letter! I don't know if you are showing off or worrying!"

Hu Die laughed angrily and then said with concern.

"Be careful these days, that Zhang Xiaolin probably won't give up."

Bao Guowei nodded.

"Sister, don't worry. Zhang Xiaolin has calmed down a lot under this pressure. Besides, I have a special car to pick him up."

After Du Yuesheng's men arrived on the scene, they had a fierce battle with Zhang Xiaolin. The latter suffered a big loss and even lost some territory in the Shanghai stock market to Du Yuesheng.

Due to the arrival of Bao Guowei, they flapped their wings and the two people broke up in advance.

Next, the underground world of Shanghai stock market will be unstable for a while again.

Public concession.

In the garden at the back door of a small foreign-style building.

Zhang Zhiping was wearing a suit, with bruises all over his face and many bandages on his body, looking extremely embarrassed.

At this moment, he was trembling all over, pointing at Zhang Xiaolin in front of him and asked.

"You actually became a national traitor?"

"Hey~ Brother, don't say it in such a nasty way. We are just doing business. They pay us to do things. Don't say it in such an exaggerated way, it's scary."

Zhang Xiaolin also changed into a suit at this moment, with a cheerful face and no psychological burden at all. He patted the other party on the shoulder and said.

"Brother Zhiping! You are talented and you have made a name for yourself in the literary world at a young age. Now you are so insulted. Look at what this has done to you."

He pointed at the wounds on the other person's body and said.

"Look at the eyes that are swollen. Look at the arms. The doctor said they are all broken to the bones, right?"

"Especially the baby in your crotch, should it be okay?"

When Zhang Zhiping heard this, he twitched the corner of his mouth, turned his head, and said immediately.

"It must be okay!"

"Hey! If I were you, I definitely wouldn't be able to stand this arrogance. Du Yuesheng, Zhang Taiyan, and Bao Guowei are all riding on you!"

"But we can't cooperate with the Japanese either!"

During this period, Zhang Zhiping still had some conscience in his heart, and he still had a bottom line in his heart.

Zhang Xiaolin said: "No, no, brother Zhiping, there are only eternal interests and no eternal enemies. In order to achieve things, extraordinary measures are necessary. Now we are following the Japanese without any deep hatred?"

He naturally had his thoughts in mind. For Zhang Xiaolin, he could do anything as long as he could replace Du Yuesheng and become the largest underground force in Shanghai.

"Why not?" Zhang Zhiping wanted to argue, but was covered by the other party.

Zhang Xiaolin pursed his lips and said, "Don't say any more. Mr. Zetian is still waiting for us. Don't let him wait too long."

He pointed at another person in the room. This person obviously had a pistol on his waist, and he definitely had a military background from the way he stood.

Zhang Zhiping entered the room nervously under the push of the other party.

But when he saw the short, fat middle-aged man with a mustache, he finally calmed down and bowed respectfully.

The Japanese named Zetian glanced at Zhang Zhiping and was obviously more interested in him than Zhang Xiaolin.

He knelt down in front of the Japanese tea table, a smile appeared on his lips, and he spoke in less than fluent Chinese.

"I have long heard that Mr. Ping is a rising star in the Chinese literary world. Today, when I saw him, he was really impressive."

"I wonder if Mr. Ping has thought about it. If you are willing, we are willing to gain a good status and reputation for you in China."

Zetian's small eyes wandered over Zhang Zhiping's nervous expression.

"I know that Ping-kun has been wronged in Shanghai. Everything Ping-kun wants from the emperor can be provided by him. All he wants is to write some articles."

Zhang Zhiping broke out in cold sweat. He raised his eyes and looked at the tall man behind him. When the man glared, he looked away in panic.

Zhang Xiaolin was a little anxious and poked Zhang Zhiping with his elbow, signaling for him to answer.

Zhang Zhiping felt that beads of sweat were dripping onto the tatami, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"I wonder what exactly Mr. Sawada wants from me?"

Sawada seemed to already know the answer, and said with a high-pitched laugh.

"Don't be nervous, it's nothing serious. China and our Country of the Rising Sun are brothers. It's just a matter of promoting and educating the friendly relations between the two families for generations."

What he said was beautiful, Zhang Zhiping naturally knew what the other party wanted to do.

Cultural invasion? brainwashing? Or is it cultivating traitors through propaganda?

A turmoil arose in his heart, as if he knew some terrible secret. When he looked up at the other person's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

It seemed like there was a devil inside that was being pulled out bit by bit.

At this time, the image of someone with infinite glory appeared in his head again, the look in the eyes of actress Hu Die when he looked at him, and the high-spirited moment when he turned the tide!

Immediately his blood surged up, he put his hands on his knees, lowered his head and said.

"It is an honor for me to work for Mr.

"Not bad!"

Sawada tilted his lips and nodded approvingly.

Zhang Xiaolin nodded and bowed, and said in a flattering manner: "Mr. Zetian, I wonder what we should do next? I was really confused about the previous fundraiser..."

Zetian waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, this is just the beginning, the epidemic is not over yet!"

(End of this chapter)