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

Chapter 206 Bao Guowei dares to confront Master Yang? ! !

Chapter 206 Bao Guowei dares to confront Master Yang? ! !

"Our family will depend on you from now on, daughter."

"If you can win the favor of a foreign master, or a big shot in Shanghai, and marry you home, our family will naturally be different."

"You also know about the family business. Due to the impact of foreign goods, your father still owes a lot of debt."

"You have two younger brothers. If you, my daughter, are not willing to sacrifice, our family will really not be able to survive."

A voice kept echoing in my mind, like a demonic voice surrounding my ears.

Baozhen tried hard to clean her hands. When she was dancing just now, she was taken advantage of by a greasy middle-aged politician.

For the sake of her career, she could only endure it, and then use the excuse of going to the bathroom to clean away the filthy darkness after it was over.

Taking advantage of the break between dancing, she returned to her dressing room and wanted to rest for a while.

Being alone was the last piece of pure land she had after arriving in Shanghai.

Bao Guowei, this underachiever who once groveled in school, this ordinary boy who was once a bit wretched and disgusting.

Baozhen was thinking about it and suddenly murmured in the darkness.

But maybe he was too dull, or maybe the dancer saw that he was shabby and lacked confidence.

"Brother Wangshu doesn't understand. Even though Miss Baozhen has just entered the industry, she is really a genius in music and dance."

"Hey~" Xu Zhimo waved his hand and was not angry when he heard Dai Wangshu's words. He explained.

Nowadays, it is at your fingertips, but it completely lacks the happiness that you once imagined.

that man
Baozhen remembered the thin but strong body and a pair of bright eyes from afar in the background.

Looking at her heavily made-up face, Baozhen seemed a little afraid of her own face.

"It seems that Brother Zhimo is still wrong. Rather than wasting time here, I would rather pursue Miss Shi Jiangnian again and suffer the pain of love!"

Seeing these scenes, Baozhen's eyes became slightly moist, but in just a few months, her mind seemed to have grown many years, so she forced back her tears.

Liang Sicheng said somewhat bluntly.

Women's minds are always tangled.

"Brother Zhimo is a bit exaggerated. I think this Paramount is just like that. The women are all pretentious and just making fun of themselves."

Coming to the exquisite and gorgeous makeup mirror, this was the foreign product she had longed to own in the past few months. Even Baozhen's former family was reluctant to buy one.

To be honest, compared to before, she thought she was much more beautiful, but she had too much makeup.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the center of the dance floor. The dancer who had been flirting with him and almost had a lifelong relationship was now holding an old foreign man in his arms with a beaming face, as if she was an old lover he hadn't seen for many years.

Baozhen's beautiful face showed a hint of bitterness, compared to the time in Hangzhou.

"How about dancing with him?"

Even if the other person smeared his face and made some disguise so that others couldn't recognize him, how could he not recognize him?

"Brother Wangshu, you can't be so biased. It seems that you are emotional. That young lady seemed to have hurt you deeply?"

There is also some hope, hoping that the other person will recognize him at a glance, just like he recognizes the other person at a glance, and lead him out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Afraid that Bao Guowei would see his current depravity and afraid of the other party's pity.

There is also a well-preserved letter of introduction in the corner.

She is a lot less green and a lot more mature.

Baozhen was a little scared, but also a little hopeful.

"Hahahaha! Baozhen, do you know that?" After Xu Zhimo drank a few glasses of wine, he obviously let go of his nature, lost his usual gentle and elegant appearance, and became extremely unrestrained.

This made Baozhen feel as if there was dirt stuck to her body all the time, and no matter how good soap or detergent was, she couldn't completely clean it off.

"If this person had been in ancient times, he would have been a courtesan-like figure. He became famous all over the ten-mile foreign market in Shanghai after only one month in the industry."

"Sister Baozhen, remember to show up for the finale of the song and dance below. Sir and the foreign adults are all ready to watch!"

Xu Zhimo shook his head and said: "The appearance of the treasure is like the fairy from the Yaochi descending to the mortal world. She is light and graceful. She can captivate the city with her smile, and captivate the country with her smile again."

There are high school textbooks neatly stacked inside. The pages are a little worn but not wrinkled.

Just now Dai Wangshu was invited by a dancer to dance. Dai Wangshu seemed very excited at first.

Dai Wangshu was very unconvinced.

"It's just a dance, no big deal!"

The dream of studying abroad was shattered little by little, leaving only the will that was eliminated by the drunkenness and wealth in this feasting ballroom.

When he mentioned Baozhen, his eyes were shining.

At this time, another harsh voice came from my ears, it was a young waiter calling.

After some fumbling, she opened the bottom drawer with a key.

She turned around and locked the door. During the ten minutes of preparation, Baozhen decided to stay by herself for a while.

In short, Dai Wangshu was greatly disliked by others, and he also looked at all the dancers with disgust.

Now, things have changed. In just a few months, I fell into the abyss, while the other person has already ascended to heaven.

Xu Zhimo seemed eager to praise this treasure to the sky, and even wanted to compose a poem.

"Miss Baozhen, the most valuable thing is that she exudes something completely different from ordinary dancers. It is said that she was born in a famous family, and she joined this glamorous Paramount because of changes in her family. Her identity and origin are full of mystery. She is also good at singing and dancing. Nowadays, there are many big shots in Shanghai who want to kiss Miss Baozhen! "

Jiang Baili commented: "Isn't this the ancient competition for the oiran? It's just a different form."

Xu Zhimo said with a smile: "Everyone, just wait. The finale of the meeting will be Miss Baozhen's performance. It is said to be a very nice song. After listening to it, I will take you to get to know the cultural celebrities in the concession. "

Everyone else nodded. In fact, everyone came to Paramount out of curiosity.

I was still a little hesitant about actually having anything to do with the dancers, so I just sat in front of the bar and chatted.

"If you look into it carefully, you will find that these dancers are actually poor people. In today's society, people will only take this path when they are desperate. Ordinary women with less beauty and less knowledge can only go to the small houses in the alleys. In the end, I’m afraid the outcome will be even more miserable.”

While chatting, several people in the literary world talked about the national economy and people's livelihood, which was a topic that would never be lacking in gatherings during the Republic of China.

Jiang Baili was older and had naturally seen more things. He nodded coldly.

"This is just rare. The suffering of prostitutes has existed since ancient times. The darkness in it is even more difficult to describe. This is the reason why people should laugh at the poor but not at the prostitutes."

Just as he was speaking halfway, he heard a high-pitched roar coming from the bar not far away.

"Fuck!"

“*(&…((*&())))”

What followed was a string of jabbering English. Because the other party was shouting, even the few people who knew English couldn't hear it very clearly.

"It's that Reuters reporter, his name is Edward Ward. He is a foreigner who only became famous in China. His private life has always been chaotic."

Jiang Baili commented, frowning tightly, knowing that what the other party said was definitely not a good thing.

The dancer in front of her almost knelt down and begged for mercy, her eyes filled with sincerity.

"I couldn't understand the follow-up. It was spoken too fast and shrilly. Maybe Bingwen can understand it?"

Several people set their sights on Bao Guowei. Naturally, his English is the best here. I heard that Bao Guowei can even create in English.

Bao Guowei frowned and thought for a long time before saying: "This foreigner said..."

He was stuck for a moment. Only Bao Guowei, a time traveler with profound "experience", could understand these slangs and swear words. Ordinary scholars who study English may not necessarily understand them.

In the end, Bao Guowei finally spoke out.

"He said that the woman is just a humble Chinese and has no qualifications to bargain with him. Being with him is already a great mercy. How can he not satisfy even a small request?"

Noticing the angry expressions on several people's faces, Bao Guowei exhaled and finally translated again.

"This Ward just said that if the woman dares to disobey him again, her father in the concession cell will have no chance of coming out."

Bao Guowei paused for a moment, and finally said with some disgust: "As for this request, I won't translate it."

Jiang Baili was obviously furious, he slapped the table and said.

"Hmph! The foreigners are really too arrogant. In our Chinese land, they are as arrogant as the Eight Banners!"

Bao Guowei was much calmer and wanted to know the reason. He looked at Xu Zhimo and said.

"Brother Shima, do you know the reason for this?"

He now has a new understanding of Xu Zhimo. This guy is more like a social butterfly.

Xu Zhimo was naturally very angry about Edward Ward's arrogant remarks, but after hearing Bao Guowei's question, he hesitated for a moment, and then introduced helplessly.

"I have heard that this Edward Ward is very fond of young women and has many perverted demands. Therefore, many dance halls in Shanghai are very troubled by him."

Xu Zhimo did not mention his age, but everyone could naturally guess something about it when they looked at the thin figure of the dancer not far away.

He sighed. "Then we found this dancer named Xi'er. The only father she relied on ran into the foreigners and entered the security bureau of the foreigners in the concession. Ward threatened her to accompany him in exchange for rescuing her father."

"At that time, Xi'er didn't even go on stage in Paramount, she was just a backup dancer."

"."

Everyone immediately fell into silence. After just a brief description, they had a new understanding of the extent of the perversion of this reporter named Ward.

Dai Wangshu is still an innocent young man, and he feels that his outlook on life has been greatly polluted.

"His mother's!"

He was so angry that Hang Cheng burst into tears. Although he stood up too fast and almost fell down, his eyebrows were still extremely angry.

"These foreigners are so lawless. What do they think of China? Are all the dirty things coming to us?"

No matter how angry he was, Dai Wangshu thought of the innocent and romantic school girls in school.

The dancer in front of them was much younger than them. She was kneeling on the ground with tears in her eyes, bloodshot eyes at the corners of her mouth, and some bruises on her hands and feet.

"No, I'm going to ask for an explanation. We can't let foreigners bully us like this!"

Dai Wangshu usually has a dull temper, but he is also impatient and will do whatever comes to his mind.

He immediately wanted to pass through the crowd and stop the arrogant "foreign man".

Unexpectedly, the first person to stop him was Jiang Baili, the most energetic and energetic soldier.

With great strength in his hand, he pulled the untrained Dai Wangshu back with one stroke and said in a low voice.

"Don't be impulsive. Do you want to be arrested by the foreign police station? Yuyuan Road is considered a public concession area."

As early as 1854, Britain, France, and the United States established patrol houses in the Shanghai Public Settlement. They were mainly composed of Europeans, and later changed to members of different nationalities such as Chinese and Indians. The purpose was to protect the rights and interests of foreigners in the concession. .

This is of course also the reason why Edward Ward is so confident.

"But..." Dai Wangshu said, holding his neck.

"Are we just going to watch like this! It's really too infuriating."

Jiang Baili knew the stakes and said angrily.

"Are there few young people as vigorous as you in these years? Are there any results? The real struggle is not just a temporary act of rage."

"I" Dai Wangshu looked at the woman kneeling on the ground and couldn't help but feel a tug in his heart.

He looked at the others around him, trying to find recognition, then stopped at Bao Guowei and said.

"Bingwen is different. His youthful spirit brings justice to justice every time!"

This is why Bao Guowei is loved by many young people in the Republic of China, because this guy is really tough when he is young, and he can make the enemy angry every time.

Xu Zhimo said with a speechless face: "Can you compare with Bingwen?"

Hearing that he was being praised again, Bao Guowei still felt a little uncomfortable, and he pointed in front.

"The waiter is here, and Paramount will not let Ward run wild. After all, there are still many big shots in the concession today."

Sure enough, as soon as Bao Guowei finished speaking, a young man in a suit who looked like a manager ran out. He nodded and bowed to Ward.

And he grabbed the wine bottle in the other person's hand, and it was about to fall on Xi'er.

He immediately apologized and said with a smile.

"Sir, please don't be angry. Don't be angry. Kindness brings wealth. If Xi'er is not well received, we will change you to a girl. There are many gentlemen today, so don't affect everyone's interest."

Ward had obviously drunk some wine. He glanced up at the young manager and saw that he was a Chinese. His face immediately showed disdain and he spoke in stuttering Chinese.

"Who are you?"

The scene immediately fell into embarrassment. The young manager always had a smile on his face and seemed to have no emotion. He used his eyes to greet Xi'er to leave quickly.

But at this time, a loud "bang" was suddenly heard.

This was followed by the sound of various glass shattering on the ground.

A cheeky smile appeared on Ward's face.

He said in halting Chinese: "You filthy beggars, despicable Chinese people, you don't need to take care of my affairs."

The young manager was a little flustered. He looked at the foreigners in the distance. Those people were the biggest guests tonight, and their words must have weight.

Such as Eli Kadoorie, Jimmy James, as well as the Jew Hartung, the American Bu Fangji
If these people are willing to talk, tonight's matter will definitely be settled.

But they watched indifferently, as if they were watching a show.

For foreigners, are Chinese people being bullied and wronged?

What does it have to do with them?
The young manager still had a smile on his face, regardless of the blood streaming from his head. If he couldn't resolve this matter, he would lose his job tonight.

"Sir, if you feel relieved, just take the bottle and continue smashing it!"

While blocking Ward in this way, the young manager motioned for Xi'er to leave.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Ward smashed it to his heart's content, laughing loudly, as if he had gained a great sense of superiority here.

It's completely different than in the UK.

There was silence all around, and everyone including the Chinese people just watched, not wanting to get into trouble.

"Damn it!" Dai Wangshu almost got angry and rushed forward.

The veins in Jiang Baili's hands popped out, and he murmured: "One day, we Chinese people must find our dignity."

Xu Zhimo and Liang Sicheng also turned their heads away, not wanting to see such a scene.

"No, Mr. Baili, I must go find that foreigner today and ask for an explanation." Dai Wangshu was a bloody man, so he wanted to break free from Jiang Baili's shackles.

Jiang Baili just stopped him and said earnestly.

"Brother Wangshu, please bear with it and learn from Bingwen. He is the one who will not change his expression even if the mountain collapses in front of him."

But at this time, Dai Wangshu looked at Bao Guowei's position again, only to find that there was no one there.

Bao Guowei's familiar voice was heard in his ears.

"Hi! Bogan! This is not a place for you to act wild."

The voice was very restrained but powerful and spread throughout the ballroom. Everyone around him stopped, including Ward.

He looked at the dark-faced boy.

At this moment, the young man's hands were like pliers, grabbing Ward's wrist and holding the bottle in the air.

Ward was stunned at first, feeling pain in his wrist, and then his mind finally realized what Bao Guowei called him.

This title almost made Ward sober, and his face became completely furious.

Because it brought back bad memories for Ward.

During that time in England, he lived in poverty on the streets, begging for alms from well-dressed gentlemen, or being kicked out of other people's homes.

They always yell "Bogan!"

It means the vulgar, uneducated white people from the bottom of society.

Also called Reek.

This sentence immediately made Ward break his guard, and his self-esteem seemed to have been ruthlessly trampled on again!

he shouted hysterically.

"How dare you!"

At this moment, the other two people were a little confused in the wind. They looked at Bao Guowei who suddenly appeared at the center of the incident.

Jiang Baili was stunned.

"Bingwen. When did it pass?"

Liang Sicheng and Xu Zhimo both shook their heads, and they didn't even notice.

Dai Wangshu asked Jiang Baili, "Are you saying that I should follow Bingwen's example?"

Jiang Baili: "."

Bao Bingwen?
Is this a reckless man? Why are you more impulsive than yourself?

(End of this chapter)

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