Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!
Chapter 196 Bingwen, help us write a set of teaching materials!
Chapter 196 Bingwen, help us write a set of teaching materials!
Shanghai, Jishu Middle School.
In 1913, Nie Yuntai, grandson of Zeng Guofan, donated a piece of land northwest of Nie Family Garden, and the construction was completed and named Nie Zhongcheng Huatong Public School.
In Shanghai, this is one of the top key middle schools, and it is also a place that many students in Shanghai flock to.
It's June, the end of a semester, and students in the school are actively preparing for exams. Everyone is striving to get ahead and working hard.
Most of the students in the middle school are children from wealthy families in Shanghai. The few poor children who receive scholarships can only walk alone on campus.
In the eyes of students, domestic universities are simply out of their reach. The only option is to study abroad, in the UK, Germany, France, or the United States.
This is the only way to reach the top of your life.
In these turbulent times, almost everyone is immune.
Class 1, sophomore year.
How does it compare with Nie Ziyun?
Nie Ziyun had just put down the pen on his hand and wanted to answer a pair of blackboards when he heard the emotion from his deskmate.
Nie Ziyun, Class 1, Grade 1, deserves to be the first in the class, and also the first in the entire year.
It is said that his genius level can compete with that of a middle school student named Qian.
In short, through rumors and rumors, Bao Guowei's name has been somewhat deified to a large extent.
Hearing the name Bao Guowei one after another made Nie Ziyun feel very harsh. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that Bao Guowei's current achievements and status were what he would dream of in the future.
He is one of the earliest academic idols of this era.
If I had to explain it, I'm afraid I would have to use metaphysics, something like Wenquxing, or the reincarnation of Emperor Wenchang.
"The pursuit of beauty will attract mostly dead flowers and willows. The pursuit of national justice and revenge in the heart will naturally bring beauty to the door."
Almost every word of Wang Wenji is inseparable from the name Bao Guowei. In the eyes of many high school students, this name has almost become a golden plaque in their hearts.
As for comparing with Bao Guowei?
Sorry, this classmate Bao Guowei has now been expelled from high school by default by all middle school teachers.
Anyone would be jealous of him, right?
Sighing, Nie Ziyun said with emotion: "Wen Ji, don't try to hurt me anymore. What you said, I can't compare to that Bao Guowei. Those works of his are beyond my reach." Inaccessible existence.”
A boy walked up to Nie Ziyun, holding a basketball in his hand and said.
Wang Wenji continued to say with excitement: "Also, I heard that many girls in the school like you. The daughter of Chief Executive Zhang of Shanghai Municipality and the youngest daughter of the Deputy Minister of Political Affairs all love you to death. I Judging from your popularity, it’s no worse than that Bao Guowei.”
"You all still need to work hard. Bao Bingwen comes from a humble background, and his father was a housekeeper. Yet he is able to achieve such achievements, become famous for the country, be praised by foreigners, and write excellent articles one after another. Is it possible that such deeds are possible? Can't you inspire me? Most of you have more than "
Because this guy's incredible level is difficult to explain with common sense.
I secretly made up my mind to learn more about Bao Guowei's deeds when I got back.
The same words are just changed in an era, with a different approach and background.
This last self-study class naturally relaxed and allowed the students to read some extracurricular books to relax their tense nerves.
Nie Ziyun was amused by the other party. Did this boy regard himself as that kind of playboy?
He smiled softly and did not comment.
"Ziyun, let's go play basketball! This next class is not important. It's been a long time since we had a good time?"
Hearing these words, Wang Wenji nodded and said with great agreement: "I think Bao Guowei is like this. He has never been obsessed with men and women like other famous masters, but there are still various women courting him. Pounce on him, this is proof."
Even during recess, the classroom was silent. Students were coming and going, never stopping with their hands, hearts, and minds in mind.
Students who are used to hearing this are naturally not too cold about it, but feel a little bored.
After finishing the question at hand, his deskmate Wang Wenji finally had the opportunity to chat for a while. He looked at the neat answers on his hand and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Of course, this cannot be stated openly.
Only some students from poor families brightened up when they heard these stories about Bao Guowei.
Afraid of being misunderstood as having a special hobby, Nie Ziyun added another sentence.
Thinking about it, my father only served as a small general manager in the Shanghai Municipal Government, in charge of the small finance of a region.
Or is it really coming from the heart?
"I'm not very interested in any of this. How can a man who lives between heaven and earth be influenced by the love of his children?"
Naturally, sir, there are still some things that he has not said. In this era, going to college or studying abroad depends not only on one's own strength, but also on one's family background and family background.
Invisibly, Bao Guowei gained many more fans.
Classes are over today. After the monthly exams some time ago, the students can finally relax. Next is the final exam for this semester.
Those who engage in modernization will say that he is the reincarnation of the British Newton who came to China to make some earth-shattering inventions in literature and other avenues.
But now, at the same age, the other party has reached it so quickly.
Just hearing the name Bao Guowei continuously made Nie Ziyun feel a little melancholy, and finally spoke.
Although he said this, Nie Ziyun's eyes remained filled with unwillingness. How much did he want to display his ambition?
At this time, the gentleman on the podium said: "Dear students, the next period will be an extremely stressful period. In one year, it will be even more necessary to get into the university of your choice."
He pressed his hand, looked at the tired students in the audience and the empty seat in the corner, and said with a smile.
It seemed that he saw hope for the future in him.
"Nie Ziyun, I'm so envious of you. My uncle is school director Nie Yuntai. His family background is so good and his studies are so outstanding. He is one of the best in Shanghai. If we have to compare, only Bao Guowei can do it. Did you compare?"
He has a center-parted hairstyle, which has become a standard feature for many basketball enthusiasts after the Hangzhou Games.
After all, in that basketball game, the young man named Xu Kun performed too dazzlingly.
After putting down his pen and thinking for a while, Nie Ziyun nodded and packed up the textbooks on the table.
"Then just play for a while. Studying all the time will dull your brain."
When passing by the tables and chairs in the back row, Nie Ziyun couldn't help but feel a little strange, pointing to the dusty tables and chairs. "This classmate is strange. I haven't seen him since he came here some time ago. During such a stressful period, he has been absent from classes. Doesn't he want to get into college?"
The boy next to him was always thinking about basketball. He said nonchalantly: "Don't worry about this. He must not want to study anymore. This is very common in schools. It doesn't matter if the powerful family members study or not. It's just that. Some of them are ineffective. Anyway, the money in the family is ruined."
The boy obviously reads a lot, he said with a smile: "Just like Fu Gui in "Alive", he has to be like that in order to completely destroy his family's fortune. This is the way it is in this world."
Nie Ziyun fell into silence for a while. These questions were something he had never thought about before.
He could only say jokingly: "It can't be Bao Bingwen, right? I heard that he came to Shanghai, maybe transferred to our school? I heard that this person's characteristics are somewhat similar."
The boy almost laughed out loud, he said while making shooting movements.
"Hey, don't tease me. What kind of person is Bao Bingwen? Does he still need to study now? What kind of teacher can teach him? Let me tell you, there are many universities now that specialize in Please ask Bao Bingwen to give lectures at the school.”
This is indeed an impossible thing. Nie Ziyun looked at the empty desk in a daze.
This classmate's name seems a little strange.
What's your name? Zhou Mingcheng?
"Bingwen, you are not being sincere!"
Bao Guowei stared, and after hearing this title, he nodded with satisfaction and said.
"Principal Huang Zhongsu, don't get your name wrong. I plan to get a student status like yours. It will be more convenient to study abroad in the future, and in this world, having more identities means more protection."
Huang Zhongsu is now the principal of Jixi Middle School. He wears a pair of thick glasses and looks a bit bloated. From time to time, he picks up a white handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his head.
More than two months ago, he invited Bao Guowei to join Jishang Middle School at a poetry meeting convened by Xu Zhimo.
At that time, Bao Guowei was only famous, but now he is a pivotal figure in the academic world.
Even though he was almost two rounds ahead of his opponent, he still had to speak politely to Bao Guowei.
"Mingcheng, you also know that the education situation in our country is much worse than that in the West. This year, Jinling intends to reform the education system and include many Western examination contents. It can be said that it makes me worry. broken."
Huang Zhongsu said in a pleading tone while wiping the sweat from his head.
"Our domestic education is not yet on the right track. The most lacking thing is textbooks and related teaching materials."
Bao Guowei took a sip of tea, sighed, and asked.
"Is this why you asked me to publish the final exam paper for the second year of high school? Is this why you asked me to write a Chinese textbook exclusive to your middle school?"
It’s not that Bao Guowei doesn’t want to write, it’s just that his “schedule” is too tight.
The plans for several books were all put together. Even if he was able to type quickly, there was no way he could finish so much content in a short time!
After all, he is not a time management guru.
Principal Huang scratched his head in embarrassment. For the sake of the school's performance this year, he was willing to risk his old face.
At first, he did not have such an idea, but after reading the content of the book "Guns, Germs and Steel", Huang Zhongsu determined that Bao Guowei definitely had an extremely powerful influence in popular science and educational books. talent.
If it can be used well, I don’t know how many outstanding talents will be cultivated!
Of course, the admission rate is also very important!
He rubbed his hands and said shamelessly: "Mingcheng, you are also a member of our school, and you should contribute your own strength to the school!"
Hearing this, Bao Guowei almost didn't curse. He said angrily: "I am a student of your middle school. I am neither a husband nor a professor nor a school director!"
Now that he had opened his mouth, Huang Zhongsu became unscrupulous and showed five fingers.
"With this amount, you can become a small shareholder of our school. In other words, if you write these textbooks and give the copyright to our school, it should not be difficult to obtain the status of a shareholder."
Because the other party was so shameless, even Bao Guowei didn't know what to say.
He fell into deep thought, sipping the tea in front of him.
Huang Zhongsu was not in a hurry anymore. He took the trouble to refill Bao Guowei's tea over and over again.
Because he knew that since Bao Guoweiken drank tea like this, it meant that there was a chance for things to turn around.
The most fearful thing is that he sat in the chair without saying a word and kept silent. This is the unspoken rule of human interaction, which means that this matter really cannot be done.
To be honest, if you think about it carefully, Bao Guowei does not object to the creation of relevant textbooks.
Education is the foundation of the country.
Now that I have decided to take the path of literature, it is impossible to break away from the category of education.
If we want to strengthen our country, young people are the future, and education is the only way to achieve the future.
It’s just that he is still thinking about what form and method he should use to enter the field of education.
He will pass on the outstanding ideas from later generations and his own insights that span a hundred years to these students in a not so straightforward way.
After a long time, Bao Guowei made a sound.
"Sir, what do you mean, sir, do you want me to write a literature textbook or compile final exam papers for the second and third years of high school?"
Huang Zhongsu saw the hope, and immediately nodded excitedly and said, "That's right! As long as you, sir, are open-minded and willing to help, our school will have plenty of money!"
Hearing these words, Bao Guowei's eyes immediately lit up, but he immediately gave up the idea that he had no future.
After all, I already have tens of thousands of dollars in my hands. What’s the point of being excited about this small amount of money?
"Talk about it." Bao Guowei said calmly.
Huang Zhongsu made a simple estimate and said cautiously.
"Students in the school are basically either rich or noble, and they also receive subsidies from the government every year. If you are willing to become a school director, you will get nearly ten thousand silver dollars every year, not to mention the royalties on teaching materials. I am afraid that it will not be enough in total. Thousands of dollars, right?"
"???"
Bao Guowei was stunned. He knew that literati in the Republic of China were valuable and books made money.
Didn’t expect that education can be so profitable?
(End of this chapter)
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