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

Chapter 216 This is the anger of an English gentleman!
Public concession, Laozhaqingfang.

Located on the Jinling Road section, it has been in use in the public concession for nearly 40 years.

There are about 130 patrol officers, of whom nearly white Westerners serve as leaders. Indian patrol officers are generally squad leaders, and the remaining or so are basically composed of Chinese.

Inside the three-story Western-style building, the main prisoners were the refugees who caused trouble in the concession, as well as some Chinese who had committed crimes in the concession.

It can be seen from the cells. The Chinese cells are in a dark and narrow underground. The stench inside is extremely bad. Almost half of the criminals are detained here.

There are only a few cells for Westerners, and they are all spacious and bright.

At this moment, in a corner of the cell, Bao Guowei was sitting cross-legged in the middle, closing his eyes to relax.

He originally wanted to ask for a pen and paper, because he wanted to find his own lawyer, but the people in the patrol room completely disagreed.

At this time, the so-called degree of justice has become a blank sheet of paper.

So Bao Guowei simply sat cross-legged on the ground and began to formulate the content of the subsequent drama in his head.

About sixty years ago, Reuters established a China branch in Shanghai. During the Republic of China at that time, Reuters played an important role in the media industry in Shanghai.

"Sir! Sir! You should calm down. The chief has just given the order. We cannot take action against this person for the time being. He has already received the news from the Concession Council about this person."

These people are still indifferent.

In order to be able to write eye-catching headlines, they are scratching their heads every night!

These news editors are not like those literati outside who do not like fireworks and sneer at soft articles, clickbait and the like.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to know, Bao Guowei smiled meaningfully and did not continue talking.

His head was spinning rapidly, thinking that this was an opportunity to take advantage of the reversal of public opinion and tell the Chinese people about the ugly faces of these foreigners!
Secondly, with his current influence around the world, it is not impossible to criticize Reuters.

Even if he told the Chinese people in front of him blatantly and unabashedly, Westerners just want to control public opinion.

Edward's roar was heard again from outside.

"What is it? What do you want to say?" Edward said angrily. He went to the hospital again. He was still using a cane and obviously had no energy to beat Bao Guowei.

As for the nation and the country's righteousness, for them, they are all for sale.

A middle-aged man with a brown beard and gold-rimmed glasses was lecturing his Chinese editors.

"Take away all the straw from under that guy's butt, we can't let him feel so comfortable!"

"I don't care what you are."

This was followed by another round of curses from Edward.

As he was thinking this in his head, he heard Edward shouting outside.

The patrolman from British India had a sad look on his face and spoke in a peculiar English accent while backing up.

In Shanghai Reuters, furniture made of polished black teak wood is everywhere, with traditional Chinese carvings and the simple style of Western furniture.

"Has Mr. Edward received the news from the newspaper?"

A news editor looked up and said with a frown while taking notes.

But in another sense, Reuters is also an important fulcrum for the West to control the Far East.

"It's that "Times" again. How many times have I told you that our influence in the Shanghai stock market must not be weaker than these local Chinese nationalisms. This is our basic program."

"You bugs, filthy natives of British India, do you even dare to disobey my orders? Why don't you punish the devil in the cell severely? Are you also Chinese?"

He is the current president of Shanghai Reuters, Watkins.

"Sir, we all know this, but they have Bao Guowei!"

The table is neatly stacked with advanced equipment such as typewriters, telephones, telegraph machines, and a niche oil painting from the Renaissance on the wall.

It's not that we don't work hard, it's that the enemy has "Bao Guowei"!

In particular, the Shanghai Stock Exchange was an important city in the Far East with frequent economic and cultural activities. To a certain extent, Reuters became an important news dissemination node connecting China and the world at that time.

For many Chinese "elites" who have received Western education since childhood, being able to break away from their Chinese identity and become a noble white master is everything.

But who would have thought that at such a young age, Bao Guowei could attract enough people's attention to every press release he produced. Even relatively ordinary events could be read with gusto.

A man who considers himself a noble British gentleman and has been immersed in the press for decades.

"Fuck! You bastard! Don't even try to trick me!"

"Whip! Take it! Beat that devil until he kneels down and begs for mercy!"

Edward, who didn't know how to relieve his anger, could only use this form to become helpless and furious.

Naturally, he didn't care at all about the threats in the patrol room and Edward's hysteria.

The Indian patrolman had no objection to this. After he nodded, several Chinese patrolmen immediately stepped forward and cleared away all the straw in the cell.

But he heard Edward spat again and cursed angrily.

After hearing this conversation, Bao Guowei, who was included, knew that his previous arrangements had had a certain effect.

This kid, I don’t know where he came from, not only wrote several ground-breaking works, but he was also good at writing news reports.

Reuters, a newspaper based in Shanghai.

Bao Guowei glanced at the other party with interest and asked coldly.

There is a suspicion of trickery in it, but it is admirable!

If they knew that when Bao Guowei writes this kind of article, he just needs to pull out a soft article with a "UC style" title in his head, and then he can submit it with a slight modification, and they don't know what kind of expression he will get.

Hearing the name Bao Guowei, Watkins was stunned for a moment, and he remembered the news from Reuters in the UK.

The general idea is very clear, that is, let him have a good relationship with Bao Guowei, and if possible, let him join the British Empire at all costs.

Watkins was still a little confused at first, but after learning about Bao Guowei's various deeds, he finally understood the value of this person.

Only in Cai Cai Xia can such talents be buried like this!

In another country, which one should not be treated as a treasure?

Watkins had an expected expression on his face, with a sense of superiority that he had a chance to win. He had sent letters to Bao Guowei several times before, and received a certain response from the other party, promising that some legitimate exchanges of interests could be made.

For example, Bao Guowei can provide articles to Reuters, reprint articles from previous issues, and especially conduct some interviews.

The condition is that Reuters helps open up the other party's influence in Western countries.

Watkins feels this is not non-negotiable.

In particular, I recently heard that Bao Guowei's "The Godfather" has been a hit in Europe and the United States. If I can get an exclusive interview with Bao Guowei, especially for the novel "The Godfather", it will be first-hand news. !

Watkins himself will also achieve success because of this. The Shanghai branch has not received the attention of the headquarters for a long time. Watkins hopes to use this to get the opportunity to return to London.

In the foggy weather in London, the smell of coal smoke is the nostalgia that uniquely belongs to an English gentleman.

Anyone who dares to stop him here is like a devil, a devil who was saved under the cross!

While thinking this, Watkins felt smug about his social skills.

None of these Chinese people can get a response from Mr. Bao Guowei, only me, Watkins!
"Gentlemen, I believe you must know Mr. Bao Guowei, or have heard of his name. From some concepts, we are indeed inconsistent with him. For example, based on the position of Chinese nationalism, this gentleman may be Because I’m too young, it’s a bit too extreme.”

After staying in Shanghai for a long time, when Watkins speaks English, he has a Wu Nong soft-spoken accent, and from time to time he also mixes in some Chinese words. His noble London accent is completely ruined.

He said with his hands behind his back and his head held high.

"But we have to understand this gentleman. The society he lives in has certain limitations. In the future, when he realizes the superiority of the Western world, he will definitely change his current wrong ideas."

"So, we must respect him, welcome him, and treat him as the most noble guest."

"Gentlemen, I plan to pay a visit to this noble and talented writer in the near future. You can sign up enthusiastically."

"Gentlemen"

When Watkins talks, he talks like a trumpet, which is a common problem among professional journalists.

Most of the reporters and editors standing in front of them were Chinese. They had returned from studying abroad and found a job here. They were also used to Watkins' old habits and just regarded it as practicing English.

But at this time, urgent footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and a reporter rushed in from outside the door.

As soon as he saw Watkins, he took a long breath and said eagerly.

"Mr. Watkins, I finally found you."

Watkins said with a displeased look on his face: "Chu, this is not what a gentleman looks like. A gentleman should face everything, calmly, calmly and restrained, and solve every problem perfectly. Chu, you still have a lot to learn here."

Chu Yunhe twitched the muscles on his face, organized his words, and then looked at the reporters and editors present. He leaned into Watkins' ear and said a few words.

Watkins was still talking to himself there.

"Chu, is there anything else that is as important as what's going on right now? You can go find that guy Edward. He's been idle all day long. He should find something to do. As a pure Englishman, What? What the fuck?!!"

The smile on Watkins' face suddenly stopped, his originally proud expression suddenly froze, and the newly permed curly hair on his head was shaking.

"What did this guy Edward do? Did he arrest Bao Guowei?"

As an intern reporter for Reuters, Chu Yunhe is currently responsible for collecting some external news. He nodded and said.

"Sir, this is indeed a fact. I got the news from the concession in the morning. Now the major newspapers in Shanghai are already preparing front-page headlines."

"Edward, that son of a bitch, he ruined my big news! He ruined my dream of returning to China! Him!" Watkins grabbed his brown hair and slammed his hands on the table.

He turned to look at Chu Yunhe and asked, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The latter replied very aggrievedly.

"Sir, I went to your house and knocked on the door this morning. You told me to go to London."

Watkins was speechless for a moment, remembering the three-hundred-round battle with his little wife in the morning, and immediately stopped mentioning it.

He let out a breath and made a decision immediately.

"Let's go! Follow me to the public concession. Son of a bitch Edward, you can't mess with anyone, but Bao Guowei. Can he be messed with? Even if he beat the highest official of the Shanghai Municipal Government, it would be better than arresting him. Bao Guoweiqiang!”

Watkins no longer cared about gentlemanly manners at this moment. Of course he knew the relationship between Edward and the inspector of the patrol house in the public settlement. That guy was the cousin of Edward, the bastard. The two grew up together in London. big.

It was because of this that Edward was able to run rampant in the public concession.

However, he is also smart and never messes with Westerners, even the Japanese. He thinks they are a bunch of lunatics.

The only ones being bullied were the Chinese people in the public concession, because they dared to be angry but dared not speak out.

This time, Edward didn't expect to kick the steel plate accidentally.

If Bao Guowei suffered an accident in the patrol room, it is hard to imagine what those loyal readers in the West and the gentlemen who are looking forward to Bao Guowei's new works would do.

The most important thing is that Bao Guowei is Edward, the source of big news!

No longer caring, Watkins grabbed the hat on the shelf and planned to rush out the door.

He wanted to rush to the concession immediately and use his leather boots to severely spank Edward's ass.

But when he walked to the door, he saw Chu Yunhe hesitated to speak. Watkins immediately asked angrily.

"Chu, is there something else you didn't tell me?"

Chu Yunhe then reminded: "Sir, I haven't finished what I just said. The American businessmen in the concession already know about this matter, and the American minister also seems to know about it. They are also said to be heading towards the patrol house. !”

"Americans? Why are you involved in this matter?"

This confuses Watkins. When did those American bastards get involved?
"Don't you know?" Chu Yunhe explained. "Several of Bao Guowei's books have been published in the United States and have achieved great success. Now he is a cash cow for American publishers. How can Americans not be anxious? As for the American Minister, I guess the epidemic prevention and control measures in the past few months have not been in a hurry. Is there something about the sports meet?”

Watkins pondered for a while and got into the car without hesitation.

"You, get in the car quickly and lead the way."

"Okay." Chu Yunhe obediently got into the passenger seat.

As soon as he fastened his seat belt, he heard a roar and a mournful cry from the engine.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Yunhe felt his back pressed tightly against the armchair, and the car flew out like a rocket, heading towards the public concession.

At the same time, several groups of people were working hard towards the public concession.

(End of this chapter)