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

Chapter 212 Crisis! The patrol room is here!

"Master, are you really not going to dance with Miss Baozhen? She seems to like you very much. Didn't you just ask me to protect her?"

Just backstage, when Cao Yanhai saw no one, he realized that things had taken a turn for the better.

What's the purpose of that foreigner?
Although he doubted its purpose, Cao Yanhai sincerely felt that only a woman like Miss Baozhen was worthy of Bao Guowei's dance partner tonight!

Even Xu Zhimo came to persuade.

"Brother Bingwen, are you afraid that your fiancée at home will be angry? Don't worry about this. No one will tell anything about Paramount. Before a man is married, there is no secular restraint. Now is a new era. It's completely It’s different, don’t be bound by those feudal ethics.”

Liang Sicheng said instead: "Bingwen, you don't have to have anything happen to Miss Baozhen. It would be good to dance with her and persuade her to be good."

Manager Xue on the stage was a little confused. She never thought that Baozhen would choose this unattractive young man.

How does this guy look good?

Shouldn't it be some handsome young man?
At first, Manager Xue even suspected that Baozhen was secretly hooking up with some young man, so he was indifferent to Tang Jishan's money offensive.

Manager Xue's head was still echoing the words Baozhen just said.

"Tonight, I am only willing to dance with Mr. Bao Guowei, no matter what!"

The name Bao Guowei seemed familiar, but Manager Xue still felt as if the beautiful flowers he had cultivated were being taken over by a wild boar.

She immediately asked the waiter next to her.

"Go and check, how much did Bao Guowei spend today?"

After getting the answer, Manager Xue almost ran away because the waiter's answer was.

"Manager Xue, this Bao Guowei came in with Xu Zhimo, and Xu Zhimo was invited by Mr. Bu Fangji. Except for a few dollars of drinks, they didn't spend any money!"

"What?! Not a penny?"

Manager Xue almost vomited out his blood. He had seen stingy people, but never such a stingy person.

What's wrong? Come to visit a kiosk, don’t you want to spend even a hundred yuan? This is the best Paramount in Shanghai! ,

But what makes Manager Xue even more angry is that her top dancer Baozhen suddenly appeared in trouble today because of this guy!
"Baozhen, are you crazy?" Manager Xue seemed to be crazy, grabbing An Shuzhen who was about to walk forward.

She herself looked like a crazy woman, she grabbed An Shuzhen's hand and said.

"Baozhen, what can this guy give you?"

An Shuzhen turned to look at Manager Xue in confusion, as if looking at a fool.

"Manager Xue, don't you know? That song "You Are April in the World" was written by Bao Guowei?"

"Compared to four thousand dollars, this poem is much more precious, isn't it?"

"You also said that the one with the highest price gets it. Isn't this song "You Are April in the World" more precious than thousands of dollars in oceans?"

Manager Xue opened her mouth. She didn't expect An Shuzhen to answer like this. A person's name seemed to pop up in her head.

Bao Guowei? Bao Bingwen?
That young writer?

It's him? ! !

At this time, Hartung in the audience also smiled and clapped his hands.

"Miss Baozhen said it well! The feeling a poem brings to people is priceless."

Hartung gave a high-sounding compliment, but he had other thoughts in mind.

This song can make this treasure shine. If it can be sold through popular music forms, such as radio, film and other carriers, what will be the harvest?
Thinking of this, Hartong felt a little hot in his heart, and looked at Bao Guowei with a bit more covetousness than the blond girl with a protruding front and back.

I heard that Bao Guowei also has some accomplishments in singing.

Isn’t this a walking gold?
So, Hartung said smoothly. "I also think it makes sense. For a Jew, only words and knowledge are priceless treasures."

When he said this, Hartong's face did not turn red and his heart did not beat. He looked very calm.

He walked to Bao Guowei and said.

"This song "You Are April in the World" is more precious than my five thousand yuan, so today's winner must be Mr. Bao."

Hearing Hartung's shameless words, the muscles on Bao Guowei's face twitched, feeling that there was another character with a distinctive personality in his novel.

Faced with An Shuzhen's desire, the persuasion of people around her, and Hartong's highly purposeful flattery.

Bao Guowei stared at the little snow-white hand that was stretched out, thinking about how to deal with it.

Suddenly a gunshot was heard, and everyone screamed, followed by the sound of uniform footsteps pattering outside the door.

The guests standing at the door were the first to sigh.

"It's the patrol room!"

Immediately afterwards, a group of patrol officers wearing khaki uniforms, black belts with badges hanging on their waists, rushed in with standard long guns in their hands.

The leader was Mr. Edward with a white bandage on his head.

Bao Guowei's eyes froze for a moment. He didn't expect that the other party would be so bold.

He has recruited all the patrol houses in the public concession. It seems that he has connections in the patrol houses, and what he said is true.

However, the people present were all dignitaries. Is it really okay for him to act so randomly?
Sure enough, the young master who was still working in the corner said angrily.

"Foreign devil, what are you doing? Don't disturb grandpa's happiness!"

Apparently this young man was used to being domineering, and because of his hormones, he couldn't help but curse.

Who would have thought that the members of the patrol room would immediately kick the young master to the ground without saying a word.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a burst of ghostly cries and howls, and the young master shouted at the top of his lungs that his father was the governor of a certain government and so on.

Edward doesn't care about that. The public concession is not under the control of the national government. What qualifications do you, a Chinese from the national government, have to be so arrogant in front of foreigners?

In this concession, Westerners like him are the most important!

Therefore, the Chinese in front of me deserves to die!

Edward also wanted to pick up the gun and give the Chinese a shuttle, and it would be over.

Only by cutting him into pieces can the resentment in Edward's heart be released.

But the patrol room captain next to him held down the gun in his hand, shook his head and said.

"Mr. Edward, please bear with me. The captain just said that you can't shoot. He can't bear to cause trouble."

"Patience? You ask me to endure it? Fuck!" Edward almost stared out of his eyes.

He just couldn't bear it, so he just came with the patrol room today!

The squad leader, an Indian, continued in broken English.

"You should know that after we take the Chinese people to the cell, what happens next will be under our control!"

"Yes!" Edward showed his gapped yellow teeth, and his twisted face looked very ugly when he smiled.

"Catch that Chinese guy!"

　Thanks for the 100 starting coin reward from the guy who can change his name!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)