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

Chapter 106 Bao Guowei’s counterattack!

There was a lot of excitement outside.

And Bao Guowei is practicing masturbation today.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

All three consecutive shots missed the target. Bao Guowei was a little embarrassed and touched the beard on his chin.

"That's good. It's okay for beginners to be able to shoot stably."

A slightly hoarse voice came from the side, with a strong foreign accent. A middle-aged white man wearing a dark blue corduroy uniform spoke.

His clothes were a little shabby and looked like they had been worn for a long time. His face was also full of ravines, giving him a look of weathered wear and tear.

Bao Guowei shook his head. It seems that his golden finger has not improved much in sports, right?

"This marksmanship requires bullets. As long as you practice more in the near future, it will be enough for self-defense."

This white man is called Karl Anthony, a German. It is said that he experienced World War I when he was young, and now he has become a China expert.

A private martial arts arena was opened in the Shanghai market, in a zone of no regard between black and white. It mainly taught some wealthy people or interested young men how to use firearms.

The Republic of China once issued a "Gun Ban Order", but amid the melee in various places and the numerous local armed forces, this policy can be said to exist in name only.

In this era, the barrel of a gun is the only thing that gives people peace of mind.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and Bao Guowei has no intention of becoming a sharpshooter.

It's just that recent events have given him a sense of crisis, and learning to shoot is also to prepare for emergencies.

After putting forward this idea, Huang Bohui was very enthusiastic. Now Bao Guowei is his biggest traffic reliance, so he helped find the best personal trainer in Shanghai, Professor Bao Guowei.

After a few more shots, we found that the shooting range was located in a garden in the suburbs, so we were not afraid of being discovered.

"Sure! Come and have a cup of tea! Take a rest for a while. Here is the Biluochun I brought from my hometown."

From the shed behind him, Anthony's raised voice sounded awkward, but every word could be understood.

Bao Guowei packed up his firearms, sat down in front of the table, and asked a little strangely: "Mr. Anthony's hometown? Biluochun is a specialty of Gusu."

Biluochun is native to Wu County, Suzhou, and is also known as "Dongting Biluochun".

"Hahaha, the first place I visited when I came to China was Suzhou City, so that is my hometown."

As Anthony spoke, he picked up the tea cup and blew it gently. The tea soup inside was green and clear, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

He is obviously very skilled and is even more proficient in making tea than Bao Guowei.

After getting along with him all morning, Bao Guowei felt that Anthony was a good person, very kind, and not as arrogant as the foreigners in the concession.

From Huang Bohui's description, Anthony has a very stubborn temper. Otherwise, with his qualifications, he would be able to hold a position similar to that of a regiment leader.

Unfortunately, after Germany's defeat in World War I, all this came to nothing.

When mentioning these, Anthony seemed very open-minded. He said while eating Jiangnan pastries.

"Those things have passed. Germany fought an impossible battle. The battle can only lead to death. Now I just want to spend time with my family. I have a daughter and a son. I can make some money and maybe return to Germany. Maybe I’ll stay here!”

According to Bao Guowei's knowledge, Anthony should be almost fifty years old. Even foreigners have reached the age of knowing their destiny!

But after hearing the other party's plan, Bao Guowei was speechless.

The place you chose isn’t a good place, is it?

Not to mention that the country will experience the catastrophe of a war in a few years. Even Germany will be defeated after a short period of glory. There are so many options for you to choose from, but you chose the hell mode.

Bao Guowei began to make some calculations. This person seemed to be a talented person. Either he should stay in the country, or he could kindly remind him not to return to Germany.

The former may be able to aid the war at home, the latter may be able to preserve himself.

"Sir, returning to China is not a good choice!"

After following the conversation with the other party for a while, Bao Guowei himself had a foreign accent.

"It's true. Germany today is like a dying lion. Workers in industry are losing their jobs. Friends in China told me that Germany today is like a hell."

A dying lion? Bao Guowei thought in his heart that this should be a sleeping devil.

However, the Great Depression was also one of the reasons that led to Mustache's rise to power.

Bao Guowei shook his head. Obviously that was not what he wanted to say. He explained patiently.

"Under the Great Depression, life was difficult for all countries. Germany was punished by the Treaty of Versailles. Almost every country in England, France, and Japan was affected by the economic crisis. Internal conflicts could not be resolved. The best way was It’s passed on to the outside.”

After what he said, Anthony was a little surprised. Originally, he just thought that the other party was an ordinary noble young master, but he didn't expect that he had such knowledge.

Especially the word internal contradiction made him think for a long time before he understood its meaning.

Anthony's heart suddenly sank. As a former soldier, he was concerned about the current situation and asked rhetorically.

"Bao, are you saying that the next war is still inevitable?"

A meaningful smile appeared on Bao Guowei's face, ready to fool the other party.

"Mr. Anthony, please listen to me slowly."

Aurora University.

Copying the poem "Reply" has become a fashion among students.

Being in your twenties is the age when you are full of energy.

Is "Answer" awesome?

It just came out this morning. It has not been endorsed by any master, has not won any official awards, and has no international influence.

Even dissemination relies on the spontaneous actions of students.

The poor circulation of more than 10,000 copies of "The Times" is really a drop in the bucket in this era of difficult information dissemination.     But what?

What students want is never a "book" endorsed by an authoritative authority. It would be a pity to discard it if it is tasteless.

What they want is spiritual resonance!

What is needed is questioning and criticism of this disordered and chaotic world!

Resistance is the main theme in their hearts. Even the sharp writing style in the poems has a somewhat deviant flavor, but it is this flavor that makes their hearts impassioned!

"Brother Mingcheng, I heard that you have a copy of the Times. Show it to me quickly. I want to make a copy!"

The student known as Mingcheng looked a little hurt. He carefully took out a newspaper from his bag and folded it very carefully.

The student who spoke took it over excitedly. He had always heard other people say something like "nobility is the epitaph of the noble" and so on. He was excited when he heard it, and he was itching in his heart to read the original text.

At a glance, his face immediately dropped.

"Fuck you, this was almost last month, so there's no "answer"!"

Gao Mingcheng took back his newspaper with an aggrieved look and retorted.

"You didn't say which issue you want! This issue I have is Bao Guowei's "The Silent Majority", which is also very rare and has collectible value!"

Seeing the disappointed look on the other party's face, Gao Mingcheng immediately forced out a smile and said.

"However, I have a copied "Answer" here. Do you want it?"

"Okay! Gaomingcheng, you guy is teasing me, right?"

Situations like this happen one after another on university campuses.

Of course, the center of everything is the "Lanshe" literary club organized by Dai Wangshu.

At night, in a classroom at Aurora University, heads were buzzing.

The Lan Club has now grown to more than a hundred people, making it a large club in the university.

Dai Wangshu stood at the top and couldn't help but ask the people next to him.

"Dear friends, have you all read the song "Reply" written by Bao Guowei?"

The eyes of the surrounding students shone with light as they replied to Dai Wangshu on the stage.

"seen it already!"

Dai Wangshu also had a smile on his face, and then explained.

"After reading this poem today, I couldn't calm down. In the past, I always wrote poems with melancholy and emotion. I didn't dare to boast, but I also prided myself on some accomplishments."

"Just seeing the profound intention of this poem, I felt that I was inferior."

Someone in the audience immediately said excitedly.

"Senior Brother Dai, your poems are also excellent, but I think they are written in different ways. You express delicate emotions, while Bao Guowei expresses impetuous resistance. The two cannot be compared."

For Dai Wangshu, all the junior students in the club admire him, and many of them joined the club because of his name.

Dai Wangshu waved his hand and said, "Don't say that. There is only one purpose for calling everyone here today."

He then glanced at Shi Zhecun.

The latter immediately added with understanding: "You don't know that the reason why Bao Guowei wrote this article is because of the stupidity of those people in the literary world!"

Zhang Xiaolin and Zhang Zhiping’s persecution of the fundraiser, as well as the newspapers’ criticism of Bao Guowei, I don’t know who organized these matters, and I don’t know where they came from.

Even Bao Guowei's past deeds are unknown where they came from.

In short, this incident has become the backstory of a system that has followed the poem throughout the university campus.

After explaining the reasons, some students immediately said angrily.

"These people are so hateful that they even want to destroy people's livelihoods."

"Hey, I heard it was probably because the fundraiser sabotaged someone's interests."

"These newspapers are the same as before. They charge money to do things without respecting any bottom line!"

For a moment, the crowd in the audience became excited. After hearing Bao Guowei's deeds, they deeply empathized with each other.

This man is about the same age as himself, he is full of blood, and he is also an excellent scholar.

What he suffered was the persecution of those "authoritative" and "disrespectful" people in society!

Dai Wangshu was also a little excited. He had heard before that other schools were already supporting Bao Guowei, and he couldn't sit still.

As a poet, Bao Guowei may be able to remain silent, but people like them can't stand it!

"Yes! Friends! There is a fire in my heart! I want to help this poet who is younger than us!"

Someone in the crowd added; "We should do something!"

Someone else asked: "But what should we do? Our power is limited!"

At this time, a strange voice among the crowd said loudly.

"Donate to the epidemic! Boycott bad newspapers! Bad writers!"

"Give these shameless people a good look!"

The sudden sound silenced the venue. After a while, everyone was so focused that they didn't notice anything unusual.

Instead, I felt my heart surge, and I immediately shouted excitedly.

"Yes! That's how it should be!"

Taking advantage of the excited emotions of the students in the class, a figure sneaked out from the back door and rushed to the next student gathering.

The storm is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)