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

Chapter 107 Visiting Mr. Lin Yutang

"Although I hate to say it, the truly powerful country in the future will probably be the United States!"

After a long speech, Bao Guowei made a summary of his words.

Anthony was obviously not convinced.

"Bao, your previous remarks are very reasonable, especially the analysis of the world situation and the detailed explanation of the rise of various countries, but for Americans, I must refute you."

His facial features were all twisted together. Obviously, America's reputation in this era was not very good.

"These Americans are blood suckers. It was their manipulation of finance that caused the Great Depression.

As far as I know, the current depression in the United States is no worse than that in Germany. Ordinary people are unemployed in large numbers.

Even many workers have immigrated to the Soviet Union, and women who have fallen into disgrace are everywhere. You actually say that the United States will become the most powerful in the future? "

Bao Guowei smiled and did not argue with the other party about the causes of the Great Depression. There was too much in it.

As for the current situation in the United States?

He had nothing to refute, it was all fact.

It's just that he held the history book and had an unrealistic perspective on the progress of the times, which resulted in a dimensionality reduction attack.

"Mr. Anthony, don't be anxious, just listen to me slowly."

After opening up the conversation, Bao Guowei had no intention of hiding anything. After all, it would probably be seven or eight years before he could prove his words.

When others hear it, they will only think it is a prediction.

"The First World War destroyed all of Europe and also made the United States successful. It made a lot of money from this war!"

Obviously, Anthony agreed with this statement. He hammered the table hard and said, "The United States is a despicable bug! It just follows the wind!"

"This is exactly the reason for its success. First, it has an excellent geographical location. It is adjacent to the ocean from east to west, located at a golden latitude, and has a pleasant climate. Which civilization would not covet it? Not to mention the numerous natural harbors."

".This is a multi-faceted influence. The United States is entrenched in the American continent. It can advance, attack, retreat or defend. It is waiting for work. It is only a matter of time before it becomes the world's hegemon."

Bao Guowei organized the theory of the rise of the United States in later generations and exported it to Anthony.

Half an hour later, Anthony's brain in his deep eye sockets seemed to have been baptized.

It felt like a golden river of sand flowing in front of my eyes, but I had no ability to catch it.

Bao Guowei smiled slightly, looked into the other person's eyes and said.

"Not to mention, in the quagmire of Europe now, countless European talents have gone to the United States, right?"

"Makes sense! Makes sense!"

In excitement, Anthony's mother tongue jumped out, grabbed Bao Guowei's hand and said.

"Bao, you are a genius in international relations. Which school did you study in?"

Bao Guowei said with some surprise: "Didn't Huang Bohui tell you? I'm just an ordinary high school student."

"Hiss~" Anthony took a deep breath.

After the conversation ended, Anthony's previous politeness turned into admiration.

Even though he was almost old enough to be Bao Guowei's father, he still couldn't resist the shock of knowledge.

When leaving, Anthony refused to let go of Bao Guowei's hand and told him to come to patronize him next time.

"Bag, bullets or gun, no matter what gun, whatever you want to do!"

Anthony waved his arms.

Bao Guowei asked in a somewhat heartless manner: "I wonder if you, sir, have a machine gun?"

Anthony's face twitched, but he was already boasting, he rubbed his hands and said.

"This is something from the army, but if you want it, you don't necessarily have it."

Bao Guowei was just joking, but he didn't expect that the other party really had it, so he changed the subject and asked.

"I wonder if Mr. Anthony has plans to stay in our country or go to the United States?"

He automatically ignored Germany. Anthony might not end well when he returns to Germany.

Anthony said with a serious face: "Bao, I am most fortunate to have met you. I am impressed by your erudition."

He rambled on a lot, and in summary, he didn't plan to leave.

At least for the time being, I don’t plan to leave, but I will transfer my son and daughter to the United States. Maybe they will go to the United States to develop when they are old.

Bao Guowei said goodbye to the other party with a smile.

America?

This is a place he has to go to in the future, not only because he wants to get to know the legendary Mr. Situ Meitang,

What’s more, I want America in this time and space to see the methods from later generations!

Of course this will happen several years later.

Bao Guowei's schedule is very full, and he can't see Zhang Taiyan and Du Yuesheng these days.

These two are busy people.

A man was busy contacting various friends in the Shanghai stock market, and started a debate in the newspaper with literati such as Wu Tiao and Zhang Zhiping.

A busy man secretly had a fight with his former good brother on the streets of Shanghai.

Bao Guowei, on the other hand, was busy visiting several masters of the Republic of China whom he wanted to meet.

Public tenements are demarcated.

When Bao Guowei arrived here, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

There are many high-rise buildings in the concession, with various architectural styles from various countries, and the wide streets are full of cars.

Some rickshaw drivers can even speak a few words in foreign language, with a strong local accent, and they don’t know whether they are English or French.

After making a few turns, we entered a residential area and stopped outside the door of a small courtyard. "I'm going to buy some oranges. You stay here and don't move around."

Bao Guowei suddenly said this to the rickshaw driver.

Lao Yang was the one who took Bao Guowei to the newspaper office last time, and now he became Bao Guowei's full-time driver.

He didn't know yet that he was being taken advantage of, so he scratched his head and said.

"Mr. Bao, aren't you visiting a friend? There are no orange sellers nearby?"

Bao Guowei smiled and patted him on the shoulder. He calculated the fare for the car and gave him more. This advantage should not be in vain.

The person who opened the door was a dull-looking servant with bulging eyeballs who called himself Al Fang.

After listening to Bao Guowei's self-introduction, A Fang looked at his attire and then said with a smile.

"It turns out to be Mr. Bao Bingwen! Mr. Lin Yutang has been waiting for you for a long time. He is in retreat recently. He specially told him that no one else is here. You can only remind him if you come!"

A Fang's eyes shone, he looked up and down at Bao Guowei, and said with emotion.

"Sir, you are really so young."

He thought his identity as a high school student was fraudulent.

Retreat? ? ?

Bao Guowei was a little surprised, and then he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your kindness, sir. Please tell me that Bao Guowei is here to see you."

As he spoke, he handed over several boxes of Biluochun in his hand. Anthony had insisted on giving them to him just now, so he could only borrow flowers and offer them to Buddha.

As soon as he saw the packaging of the tea, he knew that it was expensive. A Fang smiled even more happily and nodded repeatedly.

"Sir, please sit down in the hall and I'll report it right away!"

Before he left, he did not forget to point to the table, where there were a dozen selected newspapers.

"Sir has been obsessed with research recently and hasn't read the newspaper for several days. Please remember to tell him."

"Ok."

Bao Guowei nodded.

It wasn't until Al Fang left in a hurry that he thought about it in his mind.

Speaking of Mr. Lin Yutang, he is also a legendary figure.

He was nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature twice, once in 1940 and again in 1950. His book "Small Clouds of Beijing" is a classic among classics and is called the modern version of Dream of Red Mansions.

But in addition to being a writer, he was also an inventor.

It is estimated that Mr. Lin Yutang is still studying the Mingkei typewriter recently.

Bao Guowei remembered that this master worked hard from 1916 to 1946 in order to invent the Mingkui typewriter, and even obtained several related patents during this period.

But in order to invent the Chinese typewriter, Mr. Lin Yutang almost exhausted his efforts, which has to be admired.

So, a great writer must also have other interests and hobbies, right? You can’t write articles all day long!

While I was thinking, I heard footsteps. The sound had already reached the lobby before the person arrived.

"Hey! Bingwen! Bingwen! You make me think about it day and night!"

While he was talking, a man with a high nose and thick eyebrows walked in. He wore a pair of round glasses, his eyes seemed to be smiling all the time, and his steps were full of wind.

It's just that this long robe was stained with black machine oil. Apparently, apart from washing his face randomly, he didn't have time to change the clothes.

"It's also an honor for me to meet you, sir."

Bao Guowei said with a salute.

By the time Lin Yutang changed his clothes, the two were already sitting on the sofa talking.

"Your article "The Silent Majority" is really refreshing! And that article "A Short Story of Epidemic Prevention and Control", damn, how long is your kid's head? You seem to know a little bit about everything."

Bao Guowei thought in his heart, sir, you guessed it right, I just know a little bit about everything.

He replied: "It's all just picking up people's wisdom. "The Silent Majority" was also polished by my teacher."

The social norm of this period was humility.

Speaking of this, Lin Yutang seemed a little angry and said unhappily.

"When it comes to Mr. Taiyan, I have some opinions."

Bao Guowei raised his eyebrows, what? Lin Yutang doesn’t want to mess with my master, does he?

But then I heard Lin Yutang say: "Mr. Taiyan has many good qualities. His courage to speak up and confront is a very good quality. I can't help but criticize you Bingwen here. Why haven't you learned anything at all?"

Lin Yutang spoke earnestly and earnestly for a long time, and then Bao Guowei understood the meaning behind it. It turned out that this gentleman was fighting for his own injustice?

Sure enough, I heard him say again: "Those Wu Tiao, Zhang Zhiping, and some guys in vests are almost jumping on my head. I often get a little angry when I see the newspapers. Why don't you respond?"

"Sir. This."

Bao Guowei wanted to explain. It seemed that Lin Yutang hadn't read the latest newspapers?

Looking down, he realized that yesterday's newspaper was still on the table.

But then I heard Lin Yutang murmuring: "I was so angry that I wrote an article and planned to publish it tomorrow. Don't worry, Bingwen, I will be on your side. The fundraiser is the best thing. I..."

Bao Guowei was a little embarrassed. It was getting more and more embarrassing if this went on. He immediately interrupted.

"I wonder if sir understands poetry?"

"poetry?"

Lin Yutang suddenly looked confused.

"Yes!" Bao Guowei took out the Times from the newspaper and handed it to Lin Yutang and said.

"I recently wrote a modern poem, and I asked your husband to help me read it."

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