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

Chapter 207 I, Bao Guowei, beat the foreigners!

"This is Mr. Eli Kadoorie, now a British national, a Jew, and a few years ago awarded the title of knighthood 2nd class by Her Majesty the Queen. He is a true gentleman."

Completely different from the tense situation here, in the center of the bar, in the most spacious area, several old white men gathered together, introducing each other and chatting.

Another white man added: "We have all heard about Mr. Airy's deeds. Many years ago, he and the Chinese Liu Zhubo launched the Yucai Bookstore to develop education in the Far East. I heard that there is also one in Shanghai. Mr. Airy He is a person who is going to heaven.”

Mr. Airy, who was holding red wine in his hand, is now in his sixties, but his face is still rosy.

Many Westerners in this era will come to China to start business by taking advantage of the convenience of Westerners and the preferential treatment of local Chinese people.

Airi is one of the leaders.

The Huaxia Electric Power Company he founded in Xiangjiang was the leading company in China at the time and made him a wealthy man in Xiangjiang.

Now in the Shanghai stock market, we are still investing in the banking industry.

Eli smiled and said to the others: "Mr. Jimmy, Mr. Eric, compared to our Mr. Hartung, I am still far behind."

Hartung is the richest foreigner in the Shanghai stock market today. As a Jew, Airy was able to take root in the Shanghai stock market thanks to Hartung's support.

Historically, Hartung will die in June next year, but a year later, this nearly 80-year-old foreign man is still able to dance.

He panted, leaned back in his chair, and said with a smile.

"Earning money, setting up education, building schools, and spreading our Jewish beliefs are the long-term solution. For this reason, we found Mr. Bu Fangji today to cooperate more in Shanghai."

A few people exchanged polite greetings. Bu Fangji looked serious, but he still held a young dancer in his arms.

The Americans named Jimmy and Eric briefly introduced themselves. They came to Shanghai from the United States to "try their luck" and "gold rush", so naturally they wanted to pay a visit to the docks of these two tycoons.

It took several layers of connections to get this opportunity.

The few people were chatting happily, and they didn't even care about the changes happening next to them.

"Edward Ward? Is that guy causing trouble again?"

Airy was new here, having just come from Xiangjiang, and he obviously scorned the scum among white people.

Everyone is a gentleman, even if they want something, how can they be so vulgar?
At this time, Hartung, the Shanghai Stock Exchange Tycoon, shook his head and said helplessly.

"This guy has always been like this. If he hadn't been an Englishman, I wouldn't have helped him. I don't know what happened this time. I don't need to pay attention to them. They are all romantic things. Let's continue talking about elegance. things.”

But Bu Fangji glanced over there, but seemed to be very concerned about it, and would glance at the crowd from time to time.

Hartung was obviously very talkative and seemed very happy to see his compatriot.

"Gentlemen, please don't let the wine go down tonight." He raised his glass slightly and clinked it with a few people.

Seeing that the mood of several people was not enthusiastic, Hartung reminded them in a low voice.

"Gentlemen, I have a great fondness for Shanghai. Their culture is profound, their food is delicious, and their women are as smooth as water."

His face was rosy.

"Tonight, Miss Baozhen, the chief dancer of Paramount, will attend the performance. I have met her once. She is an angel-like girl."

Hartung is obsessed with charity, but he is no less interested in having fun.

While he was drinking the red wine, his eyes were somewhat ambiguous.

"Gentlemen, if you can capture her tonight, I will pay you all the fees you need."

"As for me, I feel more and more that my body is running out of energy."

Hartung leaned back in his chair, obviously a little tired.

Ai Li and Bu Fangji didn't react at all, but the other two new young people's eyes shone.

Bu Fangji frowned when he heard this. He also liked such an occasion, but he still cared about education and students.

So when I saw the little dancer in the distance, I was still a little concerned.

Bu Fangji stood up and said, "Gentlemen, I decided to take a look. Edward may have gone too far."

But Hartung waved his hand to him and said, "Principal Bu, please sit down. There will be a waiter to handle these matters. She is just a Chinese dancer."

Bu Fangji struggled for a while, but finally decided to deal with the respectable gentlemen present first.

"Then let's talk for a while."

He sat down again.

"That's right, I, an old man, have always been very verbose."

Hartung said with a smile.

Then everyone started talking again.

Airy said energetically: "I don't know if you know it, but a very beautiful novel has just been released in the Western world called "The Godfather"."

The two Americans immediately looked surprised and nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"Gentlemen, we have all read it. It seems to be a Chinese author named Bao. The Corleone family gangster story makes people excited."

Airi commented as he leaned back in his chair.

"An old friend of mine brought this novel from England. I thought how could a Chinese write a Western story well, but I was wrong later."

He lit a cigar and pretended to be like the godfather in the novel.

"This is a 'man's bible', which covers the struggle for power, the rise and fall of the family, and the sense of responsibility, as well as various philosophical lines. In the future, I will buy a copy for all the children in the family to read."

At this age, Hartung's biggest hobby was to have his servants read stories to him, especially the latest stories.

Make him feel that he is not old yet.

On his fat face, a pair of eyes seemed to be shining.

"Sir Airy, we are so close to each other. I have also read this work and am planning to meet Mr. Bao. The family story here is so similar to our Jewish family. After listening to this story , I feel the similarities between Chinese people and us Jews.”

The other two Americans have no culture, but they just think they look good and are cool.

"This is the most popular story in America now. I guess he must be a Western missionary who understands Chinese culture."

A smile appeared on Hartong's face, and he turned to look at Bu Fangji, who was silent, feeling a little strange.

"Principal Bu, you have been in China for so many years, so you should know something about "The Godfather", right?"

Bu Fangji shook his head and said.

"Gentlemen, I have not read this novel, but I want to say that it seems difficult to end the matter of this guy Edward."

The conversation between several people immediately stopped and they turned their gaze not far away.

With a "bang" sound, Bao Guowei punched Edward in the stomach.

A mouthful of turbid and foul-smelling vomit spurted out of Edward's mouth.

"Shit!"

He cursed angrily and wanted to resist.

But how could Bao Guowei give him a chance? He pressed his head and threw him on the table.

The bottles on the wine table came into close contact with Edward's face.

With a "boom", the glass wine table suddenly shattered, and Edward's face was instantly bloody and bloody, making him almost invisible.

Edward was lying on the ground, groaning and cursing something, and seemed to be quite sober.

Bao Guowei looked at the results on his hands and nodded slightly. Recently, he had been training according to the military boxing on the Internet in his previous life, and with the guidance of Cao Yanhai, a martial arts genius, his skills have improved a lot. Isn't it more than enough to deal with one Edward?

To be honest, Bao Guowei just wanted to reason with him at first, but this guy turned around and cursed him.
This was really too much. Bao Guowei didn't recruit him or provoke him, he just wanted to reason with him, but he actually spoke rudely to a young literary giant.

Therefore, Bao Guowei felt in his heart that these two actions were self-defense.

But Mr. Edward seems to be unable to get up.

At this time, I suddenly heard a loud "Stop!"

Several white people finally walked out of the crowd, the wine stains on their lips not even being wiped clean.

Especially after seeing Edward's tragic situation, several people had expressions of horror on their faces, and they all seemed to have seen a ghost when they saw Bao Guowei.

A white man among the crowd said something in English.

"How dare this Chinese person do this?"

Yes, in these years of foreign affairs, I have hardly seen any Chinese dare to beat a Westerner like this.

Of course, not only the foreigners were shocked, but also the other guests.

The guests retreated ten meters away, seemingly unwilling to have anything to do with Bao Guowei.

"Isn't this person a fool?"

"It's over, it's over, I beat Mr. Foreigner, this young man is dead this time."

"Hurry up and call the patrol room!"

"No need, there are watchers here at Paramount. Those scoundrels can kill this person out. He's done~"

In the crowd, many people were still gloating about the misfortune, as if it was just an ordinary fight, and they didn't even have any support for Bao Guowei, a "comatriot".

A group of foreigners rushed up and wanted to fight Bao Guowei, but after seeing his few moves, they immediately became timid and retreated.

When you come in, the weapons such as pistols you wear have basically been handed over to the front desk for safekeeping.

The purpose is to avoid violent incidents.

Paramount was jointly planned by Sheng Aiyi, the seventh daughter of Sheng Xuanhuai, a great bureaucrat in the late Qing Dynasty, and Gu Liancheng, a wealthy businessman. It was also supported by the Shanghai government. Factions from all walks of life were intertwined. Generally, no one dared to cause trouble here.

The first ones to rush forward were two Americans, Jimmy and Eric. They obviously wanted to show off in front of Hartung.

But before he could get close, Bao Guowei used the table leg to sweep him to the ground.

"Lawless! You will be tried by the patrol room!" Hartung stood behind the crowd, with two sturdy men protecting his safety.

Unlike in movies, bodyguards basically never leave the person they are protecting and do not interfere with other things at all. Their mission is only to protect the person who pays.

Bao Guowei straightened his clothes and ignored the other party.

Bu Fangji frowned and stepped forward. He noticed that the little dancer from before was missing and seemed to have escaped during the conflict.

Bu Fangji showed his true nature as an educator and spoke in Chinese without an accent.

"Sir, there is indeed something wrong with Mr. Edward, but it should be handed over to the patrol room or the court for judgment. But it is wrong for you to take action. You will also be arrested by the patrol room. The security here will be here soon. I advise you to still Less hands-on work saves a lot of trouble.”

Bao Guowei narrowed his eyes and asked coldly.

"A foreigner is running wild on Chinese soil. Are we going to judge a Chinese now?"

Airy stood up and said, "Sir, you look young. You should know that this is a public concession."

"I don't care what the public concession is, but this guy can't bully Chinese people. I was unhappy, so I beat him, so what?"

Bao Guowei's temper has also improved, and he is countless times more arrogant than before.

Hartung turned his head away, a look of disgust on his face.

"What a vulgar Oriental."

At this time, the crowd suddenly became noisy.

Someone shouted from time to time.

"People from the Qing Gang are coming, people from the Qing Gang are coming, get out of the way!"

Someone else shouted to Bao Guowei.

"Little brother, these are spineless people. I support you. Run quickly! There is a car at the intersection!"

Only Jiang Baili stroked his forehead. He wanted to stop Bao Guowei and avoid further aggravation of the situation.

Who knew this guy was so aggressive?
But after hearing the name of Qinggang, Jiang Baili turned his head and looked at Xu Zhimo and asked.

"Did you just scream?"

Xu Zhimo spread his hands and expressed his innocence.

"No, I've always been here."

Before the person arrived, I heard a cursing and vulgar voice.

"His grandma's! Who doesn't have eyes? We, the Qing Gang, dare to beat people in the place where we are looking at them, and they are still foreigners. If you don't want to live, I still want to live!"

A group of young people wearing short jackets walked in arrogantly. There were dozens of them.

In the crowd, someone immediately introduced him and said: "It's the Qing Gang. I heard that it runs many places in Shanghai. The boss has something to do with Du Yuesheng, so this place can be regarded as a territory of the Qing Gang."

"This kid looks familiar. The scars on his face are scary. Have you seen him somewhere?"

"You don't even know him? Guo Si from the dock! The one who threw several gangsters who caused trouble in the dance hall into the river last week."

"Hey! Someone's going to die this time."

Guo Si's eyes were like those of an eagle. He held a wooden stick in his hand and a box cannon on his waist.

He raised his eyes and caught sight of the thin figure.

Xindao thought it was some hard idea, but he was just a weakling.

He immediately said with a wave of his hand.

"Brothers, go up and break this kid's legs first."

"Yes!!!"

More than a dozen members of the Youth Gang rushed in the direction of Bao Guowei.

But within a few seconds, Guo Si suddenly heard another loud shout.

"and many more!"

The members all started swinging their sticks, and after hearing this sound, they almost didn't move.

But they saw that the troublemaking young man turned around and faced Guo Si with a strange expression on his face.

"Guo Si? Long time no see."

At first, he was a little suspicious based on his face, as he seemed to be pretending, but after hearing the voice, Guo Si knew that he couldn't be wrong.

He immediately slapped his thigh, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Mr. Bao, why are you here?!"

(End of this chapter)