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

Chapter 104 Modern Poetry "Answer"

"The fund-raising is still going on, but the newspapers and public opinion are not good for us.

In addition to previous donations, private donations are still limited.

Several people who attended the fundraiser even read the newspaper and regretted wanting to recover their donations. Mr. Zhang and Mr. Du are still dealing with it. "

At the door of the hotel, Gao Weixin conveyed a message to Zhang Taiyan, with a frown on his face.

At noon, Bao Guowei had already had a good sleep, and he got the news right away.

He thought for a while and said: "I'm going to read the recent newspapers. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this."

According to estimates, Zhang Xiaolin and Zhang Zhiping will never give up.

But even if Zhang Taiyan's opponent Wu Tiao is included, the situation should not be as critical as the opponent said.

"With the connections that Mr. and Mr. Du have, they won't be able to fight back, right?"

Bao Guowei frowned. He knew that in this era, there was also an offensive of public opinion. Newspapers built momentum, attacked, and smeared people. There were many scandalous things in later generations. In this era, there are not many.

Gao Weixin sighed and said, "I don't know either. You've been too busy recently. You don't know that there's been a lot of noise outside.

The Qing gang is in a turmoil,

Literary circles criticized them verbally and writtenly in newspapers;

The film industry also argued with each other over the new theory;

Even people in the music industry are looking for you all over the world!

The entire Shanghai stock market is now in chaos! "

He looked at Bao Guowei with complicated eyes. All this chaos seems to be related to this guy?

Bao Guowei coughed unnaturally, with an expression on his face that seemed to say.

I don't know, I'm innocent, they forced me.

"Anyway, Mr. Zhang asked me to tell you not to read the newspaper these days. It just adds to your anger. We will visit Mr. Zhou in a few days and then return to Hangzhou."

Gao Weixin couldn't help but remind him.

"Sir, you are too worried. These words can hardly affect me."

Bao Guowei is telling the truth. The high-intensity online battles have given him a very strong mentality now, so to speak.

Steady as an old dog.

Before leaving, Gao Weixin said apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Bingwen. I said before that I would teach you how to use a gun. Mr. Zhang has been having a lot of activities recently.

If you really can't spare any time, maybe you can find Mr. Du. He has many good players. "

Gao Weixin has always been responsible for protecting Zhang Taiyan. The old man has so many enemies, so he is afraid of being beaten.

Bao Guowei understood this, but when he asked Du Yuesheng later, he hesitated a little, nodded slightly and said.

"I will consider it, thank you very much, Brother Gao!"

After waiting for Gao Weixin to leave, Bao Guowei put on a suit and a gentleman's hat, lowering the brim slightly.

I hailed a rickshaw on the street. The Times magazine office was not far from the hotel, so there was no need to take a car.

Compared with later generations, this era has another advantage.

Due to the limitations of photography technology, Bao Guowei's appearance was still very blurry in the newspaper.

Even if he is now a celebrity in the Shanghai stock market, he can still go out in a swaggering disguise.

The rickshaw master is a somewhat skinny man, with a lot of strength in his body, and he runs extremely steadily.

Along the way, while Bao Guowei was observing the customs and customs of the streets of Shanghai, his head began to replay what Gao Weixin had just said.

Looking for Du Yuesheng?

He shook his head. The other party was indeed very optimistic about him, and even regarded him as his nephew because of Zhang Taiyan.

But Bao Guowei knew very well that this man was inextricably linked to Chang Kaishen, and could even be regarded as Principal Chang's underling and thug.

This resulted in Bao Guowei not wanting to have too much interaction with Du Yuesheng.

He is self-aware that even if he has a golden finger, he will only be dead when it comes to politics.

As for Du Yuesheng, his gunman? If the protection is not complete, it will be stained with blood. No matter how hard he thinks, Bao Guowei doesn't want to get involved.

But learning to shoot is also necessary in this era.

"Take a step and take a look!"

He sighed and murmured.

When passing by a street, I happened to see a newsboy hawking along the street.

"We sell newspapers! We sell newspapers! One copy only costs four and a half cents!"

After calling the rickshaw driver to stop, Bao Guowei stretched out his head and said to the newsboy: "Child, do you have any newspapers to read?"

The newsboy's face was dark, but his hands were white. When he saw Bao Guowei, he immediately came up to him and said cheerfully.

"Hey sir, you are so handsome! What newspaper do you want?

Something big has happened in the city recently. What about the battle between Du Yuesheng and Zhang Xiaolin?

Why is Mr. Situ spending so much money?

What new theory has emerged in the film industry? This new thing is everything! "

Bao Guowei was amused by the other party. The newsboy's business ability seemed to be good and he was a talent. He immediately said with a smile.

"Have there been any newspapers criticizing Bao Guowei recently?"

The newsboy was obviously stunned for a moment, and then said with a knowing expression.

"Hey! You just asked the right person, I have them all here."

"Come on, come on, take a look!"

The newspaper boy looked at the other party's attire and knew in his heart that he was a big customer. He immediately opened his bag and took out a stack of brand new newspapers and said.

"This is the "Shanghai Xin Bao", this is the "Xinwen Bao", and this is the "Huangpu River News"."

He displayed a dozen copies in a row, and there were a dozen more at the bottom. There were actually words related to Bao Guowei on them, and the layout was not small.

The newsboy asked tentatively: "I wonder how many copies you want?"

"I want them all."

Bao Guowei squinted his eyes, wanting to take a closer look at the level of trolls in the Republic of China.

The newsboy looked like he was celebrating the New Year and said immediately: "Okay! I'll give you another copy of The Times. Read it separately. Don't take it for granted."

After paying the money, Bao Guowei laughed dumbly. This newsboy was very interesting, wasn't he?

But it was just a face-to-face meeting. After the rickshaw driver started driving, he read the newspaper while riding in the car.

I have already experienced being scolded before, and now I don’t make a fuss about it.

I briefly scanned the contents of these newspapers.

Among them, some scolded Du Yuesheng, some scolded Zhang Taiyan, and some scolded Hu Die.

Of course, the one who attracts the most firepower is Bao Guowei.

Bao Guowei twitched the corner of his mouth, really just looking at the dishes?

Who makes himself look smaller than the previous ones?

He is just a high school student. Although he is Zhang Taiyan's apprentice, he is easy to bully no matter how he looks at him!

The titles are even more bizarre. "High school student Bao made a fool of himself in the Shanghai Stock Exchange" - it tells the story of Bao Guowei performing on stage, and the fundraiser was a mess;

"Elegant Sweeping the Floor - Does Bao Guowei deserve to be called a literati when he performs on stage?" 》——It’s about Bao Guowei, a literati who came on stage to sing and insulted the reputation of literati;

"Miss Hu Die's Extramarital Affair - Bao Guowei" - This is still a series of columns;

"The Little Madman Brought by Madman Zhang" - Bao Guowei and Zhang Taiyan were scolded together;

"Du Zhangbao and Three People Make Money in the Name of Charity" - It tells the story of an insider who revealed the inside story of the fund-raising meeting;

After scanning it once, Bao Guowei felt sulky in his heart even though he was very good at nourishing his qi.

No wonder Zhang Taiyan didn't let himself read these newspapers. Someone with high blood pressure would have fainted from anger at this time.

The pervasiveness and low limits of certain news media can already be seen in the Republic of China.

To be honest, Bao Guowei was a little angry for the first time, not because he was criticized, but because these people were manipulating things like fundraisers.

From Zhang Xiaolin's malicious mischief before, to the overwhelming "soft articles" in newspapers now.

As a result, the fund-raising meeting has been hit by obstacles one after another. Without the obstruction of these people, if the donations had reached Suzhou and Hangzhou one day earlier, more people would have died less!

The people at the front are locked in a battle with the disease, but these people at the back are still plotting against each other. They are so evil!

When they arrived at the destination, they saw Bao Guowei's stern face, so much so that the rickshaw driver was a little scared, fearing that he had made some mistake.

"Sir, are you uncomfortable sitting down? You can give me less." He had a tangled look on his face and choked out another sentence. "But not too much."

Hearing this, Bao Guowei was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Seeing the rickshaw driver's aggrieved look, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

This gentlemanly and condescending look is probably due to this era and this respectable clothes, right?

In this era of bullshit, it is ordinary people who are harmed after all.

Sighing, he took out a ten-dollar bill from his pocket, slapped it on the seat and said.

"I'll take care of today's work. You wait for me downstairs."

"Sir?! This."

The rickshaw driver was stunned.

Bao Guowei frowned and asked, "Isn't it enough?"

The rickshaw driver waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No, no, no! It's a bit too much!"

Bao Guowei waved his hand proudly and said, "Master, I'm not used to putting change in my pocket. I'll reward you with the rest!"

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

The rickshaw driver almost knelt down and tears almost fell from his eyes. He didn't care at all about the other party's arrogance.

After entering the "Times" building, Bao Guowei sighed.

Ten yuan is not much for me now, but for a rickshaw driver, it is almost as much as a week's income.

He didn't dare to give too much to the other party, and there was no need. He knew the principle of "paying for rice's kindness, and rising for rice's hatred".

When he went upstairs, Huang Bohui had already been waiting for him in the office. The two exchanged brief greetings, and Huang Bohui poured a glass of rice wine for Bao Guowei and said.

"This is the Shaoxing Nuerhong wine brought by our editor-in-chief. Try it. This kind of good wine is rare!"

Bao Guowei doesn't drink often, but today he drank a glass of wine.

Amber yellow rice wine, slightly sweet, slightly sour, slightly fresh, slightly pungent.

It was a long sip, much better than any white wine, and soon your face turned red.

Huang Bohui had already discussed public opinion with Bao Guowei before, but he didn't expect that the other party already knew about it, so he couldn't help but comfort him.

"Bingwen, please don't worry. You are still young and have a sharp edge. This is a common thing."

"It's not that I hate being criticized, I just feel that the prevention and control of epidemics can be so obstructed? Have these people's consciences been eaten by dogs?"

After a glass of wine, Bao Guowei said angrily.

Huang Bohui was also a little indignant, but he sighed and said: "You don't know, right? From ancient times to the present, there has been a way to help victims.

This fund-raising event organized by Mr. Zhang has bypassed certain people. They don't have the advantage, so they want to unite to get you! "

Bao Guowei shook his head and said: "It's not that simple. These attacks come very quickly, very organized, and they don't seem to be impromptu. I always feel that there is something different in them.

"Perhaps there are others who are adding fuel to the fire?"

Huang Bohui frowned. He was now on the same front as Bao Guowei. The popularity of the Times was entirely supported by Bao Guowei. It can be said that both prospered and suffered losses.

"Mr. Zhang also published an article some time ago, but it's a pity that one punch can't beat four hands!"

Huang Bohui is paying attention to this matter now, and he can't help but feel a little worried.

"A single person is of no use, there still needs to be two words 'public opinion'!"

At this moment, Bao Guowei felt a little calmer and began to think of countermeasures in his mind.

"Public opinion? Public opinion is like a tidal wave. It's really hard to fathom. Without spending a lot of money to publish it in newspapers, or there are some explosive events, it's even harder to arouse public opinion."

Huang Bohui was a little skeptical of this idea. It was obvious that a lot of money had been spent on this public opinion offensive. If he wanted to outshine the opponent, he could only spend more money.

"No, no, no, just get everyone to notice."

Bao Guowei said with confidence on his face.

"Attention? You don't want to write a hit article, do you?"

Huang Bohui stood up in disbelief. He already thought it was a miracle that the first two articles became popular. Bao Guowei actually wanted to write another one?

What confidence does he have?

"It's not an article." Bao Guowei shook his head and said.

Huang Bohui was completely confused.

"Shouldn't I write an article to criticize him?"

Bao Guowei asked back: "If a dog bites you, will you bite it back? Otherwise, others will only treat you as a dog biting a dog, and being dragged into their battlefield is ultimately a bad idea."

"What does Bingwen mean?"

"Bring me a pen and paper."

Looking at the other party's look, Huang Bohui suddenly became a little excited. He was so busy that it took him a long time to find the pen and manuscript paper from the drawer.

Bao Guowei didn't talk nonsense. He took the pen and only thought about it briefly before writing down the answer.

Huang Bohui stretched his head to see what the other party had written, and couldn't help but read it out.

""answer"."

After a while, his pupils shrank and he exclaimed.

"This is a modern poem, Guowei, you can actually write poetry?!"

(End of this chapter)