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

Chapter 219 I promise someone will settle down in the hospital!

"We can rest assured that you are okay. Mr. Nelson has already called the Ministry of Industry Bureau in the public concession. They will make it easier for you in the future to ensure that this kind of thing will not happen."

The American in tuxedo obviously respected Bao Guowei very much. Judging from Nelson's eager tone on the phone, he could feel the importance of the Chinese young man in front of him.

"My name is Boga Chelsea. This is my business card. If you have anything else to do next, you can contact us."

Chelsea bowed deeply to Bao Guowei, showing respect on his face.

This made several American businessmen nearby feel a little "high" immediately. They spent a lot of money to invite Evans, the deputy director of the public concession.

This is also due to the popularity of "The Godfather" written by Bao Guowei.

God knows, why can this Chinese person write such beautiful novels in English? So much so that several American businessmen developed an unlimited fondness for the Chinese because of their Chinese characters.

"Mr. Bao, does the Bruce Lee in your book "The Godfather" really exist? Do Chinese people really know kung fu? Did you also use kung fu to beat these nasty British guys to the ground?"

An American businessman was obviously a fan of Bao Guowei, and he couldn't wait to ask about the plot of the novel.

As expected of a small leader, he always talks in one way.

Nelson? American minister?
He originally thought that Bao Guowei was just a famous Chinese writer, and businessmen asked themselves to save each other because of their own interests.

"Okay." Bao Guowei nodded.

"David, you guys understand the situation. The deputy director is still here. Mr. Bao is also very tired. Put away your curiosity."

This is something that didn't happen in the past.

But when it comes to talking about it, it's a little bit more straightforward.

Du Yuesheng rarely engages in nepotism. Being able to reuse him is enough to show that the other party is truly capable.

Nelson also made such a trip because he had always had conflicts with several British MPs behind the police station.

"I don't know what Mr. Bao plans to do next. There are still some consultant positions in the public concession. I personally hope that you can come to compete. With Mr. Nelson's help, I believe you can do more."

Squinting his eyes, Evans looked at Bao Guowei and then at the man in a tuxedo named Chelsea.

Today, the main thing was to catch the other party off guard. Who would have thought that a deputy director like him could suddenly come to the patrol room and ask for someone?

Unexpectedly, Bao Guowei actually had a relationship with Mr. Nelson? It seems that the friendship is still good!
For Evans, Mr. Nelson is the person he respects more. If Nelson came to the public concession, who would dare to give him face?
After thinking about this point, the expression on Evans's face became subtle, and his eyes became softer when he looked at Bao Guowei.

Cliff also had something to say. You, a deputy director, made a phone call. How dare I, the detective in the patrol room, not listen?

In a sense, the perfect fusion of Easterners, kung fu, gangs, families, power and money transactions and other elements has captured the attention and curiosity of Westerners.

Who says foreigners don't care about people and sophistication? Compared with Chinese people, they pay more attention to relationships and social interaction.

When Bao Guowei heard them mention Bruce Lee, he smiled unnaturally. It was actually because it felt a little inconsistent to combine the book "The Godfather" with Bruce Lee's deeds.

As he talked, Evans actually started to think about recruiting, which Bao Guowei never expected. He was just thinking about how to deal with it when he heard a familiar voice again.

Wan Molin smiled and was very happy that Bao Guowei came out safely. He was also surprised by the successive appearances of big guys from all sides today.

The Americans present were also a little uncomfortable.

Bao Guowei smiled and shook his head, signaling the other party to stop talking.

Writing it down silently, he planned to report back to Du Yuesheng in detail.

The one who came up to speak was Wan Molin from the Qing Gang.

"I asked why Bao is so kind. It turns out he is the author of the book The Godfather! It's really exciting! Bruce Lee's deeds are really amazing. I think Bao also has such powerful kung fu and keen mind. Be wise”

The American businessman named David shrank his head and looked very aggrieved.

"Mr. Bingwen, I think we should leave first. If we stay here for a long time, we are afraid that something will happen again."

You said forget about those two British guys, but don't take us with you!

What's going on here? Do you want me to die?
Evans turned around and said: "Mr. Bao, let's leave quickly. I still have many things I want to consult with you. Please be sure to have a cup of afternoon tea with me."

Evans didn't praise for nothing, he analyzed and said.

Bruce Lee, this character forced into the film by Bao Guowei, has won unanimous praise from Westerners.

After taking a few glances at the foreigners around him, as well as the very vigilant patrol members, this is the territory of foreigners after all, and no matter how influential Bao Guowei is, he is still a Chinese.

Evans spoke at length, and obviously had some research on literature. His eyes were filled with admiration for Bao Guowei, and he couldn't help but ask.

My seventeen-year-old grandson is also so smart and promising!
But Bao Guowei, a Chinese, looked like his grandson. It was really shameless to say it.

"Mr. Bingwen, are you okay? You're not injured, are you? If you were injured somewhere, I would chop this foreigner up!"

Fortunately, it seems that in the eyes of Westerners, the response has been pretty good.

He is Du Yuesheng's cousin and the housekeeper of the family, and he also has a considerable status in the Qinggang.

"Chinese gangs are indeed a big force in the United States. Bruce Lee, written in the novel "The Godfather", is one of the representatives. He is full of justice and has a fighting spirit. Such a brave and powerful character turns out to be As a Chinese, I felt a little unreasonable at first, but later I found out that this was a prejudice against Chinese people. Bruce Lee's affection for his family is also touching."

"The Chinese people can only be judged by ourselves! The land of China must be decided by ourselves!"

But just as he was about to turn around, he heard the shouts of students outside the door.

He even felt that Bao Guowei looked like his grandson.

Evans also nodded. Even if he is the deputy director of the public concession, he cannot cover the sky here with one hand.

In order to maintain his image as a gentleman, Evans still couldn't speak, so he turned to speak with some excitement.

In his mind, Edward's previous expression suddenly came back to mind.

So he stopped again.

After thinking about it, Bao Guowei decided to make a staged settlement.

"I still need to do something, so lend me your mace."

Wan Molin, who was about to leave, was stunned for a moment, then understood something, and looked gloatingly at Mr. Edward, who was breathing heavily in the corner.

I didn't expect Edward to be so durable. After suffering a series of severe beatings from Reuters editor-in-chief Watkins, he could still grunt on the ground.

Maybe you got in good shape while you were a homeless man in London?

But Bao Guowei felt that this voice was a little irritating.

The other people around him all had a tacit understanding and turned their heads away at the same time, as if they didn't see Bao Guowei's actions.

Several Indians in the patrol room even showed expressions of gloating.

Brother Asan has always been very abstract when it comes to abstraction.

Edward, who was still pretending to be dead on the floor, immediately felt that he was in danger.

Obviously, this guy Watkins still kept his hand. On the surface, he said that he wanted to make the other party look good. In fact, Edward was not hurt at all.

There was no other way, Bao Guowei had no choice but to do it himself.

Bao Guowei said with a smile on his face as he walked.

"What's wrong, Mr. Edward, don't you plan to kill me? Or are you afraid?"

"Stop! Don't come here! You devil!"

Edward was tearing up his throat, speaking in English for a while, and then speaking in broken Chinese. He was rolling and crawling with a very energetic look, but he didn't look like he was dying just now.

"I am an English gentleman, you yellow-skinned monkey cannot treat me like this! Mr. Vice Chairman, look! It is Bao Guowei who is doing it, it is this Chinese who is doing it! Watkins, please save me. "In the end, even Watkins, who was willing to keep a hand, turned his head and closed his eyes.

Then a muffled sound was heard.

There was a "bang" sound, and this time Bao Guowei did not hold back his strength and picked up the mace and hit Edward firmly on the back.

A shrill scream was heard in the field, and Edward felt severe pain in his back. When he turned his head, he could still smell the bloody smell on the mace nails.

It can be expected that even if the mace does not attack key parts, the subsequent infection will be extremely fatal.

Of course Bao Guowei would not kill the British man in front of so many people.

That would lead to a lot more fun.

Let him live for the time being, and there will be more brutal torture in the future.

"Bao Guowei, you will go to hell. I will take you to court and get the justice you deserve!"

Edward was obviously very resistant to the beating. He was wailing and cursing on the ground.

At this time, Bao Guowei had already thrown the mace.

"Judgment?"

he asked rhetorically.

Bao Guowei's eyes narrowed, and he immediately covered his heart and said.

"Gentlemen, I feel that I have suffered a heavy blow, especially in prison. The patrol room imposed a cruel and inhumane punishment on me. I will definitely protect my rights and interests and seek justice for this."

Everyone's eyes turned back. After hearing Bao Guowei's words, the muscles on Evans' face twitched.

This Bao Guowei is a little too much.

But unexpectedly, the other group of people immediately became excited when they heard this.

The American businessman was happy to see the British defeated and continued to talk.

"Public concession is a place that pays attention to the law. For a gentleman like Mr. Bao Guowei to suffer such unfair treatment is not a civilized person. I have a suggestion to thoroughly investigate the work of the patrol house. Check whether there are any transactions of rights and money, which is very important for the municipal construction of the public concession. "

Another American businessman immediately saw the smell of money in it. He said slyly: "Mr. Bao Guowei, I see that you are still feeling a little uncomfortable. You don't seem to be in a very good condition. Why don't I turn back?" I’ll take you to the Concession Hospital for a thorough check-up, there won’t be anything wrong!”

"Yes, yes, Mr. Bao Guowei has a physical problem, which is the responsibility of all the expats in our public concession. We must check it carefully and give Mr. Bao Guowei the compensation he deserves."

Bao Guowei looked at these Americans in surprise.

Damn it! They are simply geniuses!
Just now, I was thinking about how to trick these British guys, but these American businessmen had already laid the groundwork for me.

If you really want to sleep, someone will give you a pillow.

A meaningful smile appeared on Bao Guowei's face.

After doing the whole show, he immediately covered his chest with a look of pain on his face and frowned tightly, as if he had suffered a major blow.

"Gentlemen, thank you for your concern. I'm fine. I just suffered a little impact. Now I feel a lot of pain in my heart. It's fine. I just need to go back and recuperate for a few days. My body has always been healthy. not good."

"What exactly is going on?"

Cliff looked confused. When did Bao Guowei get injured? I don’t know anything about it!

Didn't I ask Edward, this kid, not to take action until he got the news?
He didn't care how miserable his cousin was at this moment, so he stepped forward and slapped Edward on the face.

He said angrily: "What else did you kid do?"

With a perfectly placed slap, Edward fainted.

Cliff quickly argued: "Vice President, this has nothing to do with me. I have always told this kid not to do anything."

The Indian squad leader had a sad face. At this moment, he still had no energy as before. He said aggrievedly: "Mr. Bao Guowei, you can't talk nonsense. We didn't take any action before."

"Mr. Bao Guowei, according to you Chinese people, you have to speak with your conscience."

Bao Guowei didn't listen to them either.

"Ouch, my heart hurts, my heart hurts, and now my head still hurts when I hear people talking."

Cliff was about to go berserk, but there was nothing he could do about Bao Guowei. While he wanted to see Bao Guowei's situation, he also wanted to deal with the deputy director.

Wandering in circles, stamping his feet anxiously.

Fortunately, American Chelsea had an idea, he said to the other patrol officers present.

"Gentlemen, what are you still doing? Your chance to show off has come. Hurry up and send Mr. Bao Guowei to the nearest and best Renji Hospital!"

The patrolmen reacted immediately and swarmed up, scrambling to "serve" Mr. Bao Guowei.

But Wan Molin from the Qing Gang dared not agree. He waved his hand and asked his Qing Gang members to stand in front of Bao Guowei.

"Go, go, go! If anything happens to you, Mr. Bingwen will naturally be escorted by our Youth Gang. What if you have a grudge?"

At this moment, the team members in the patrol room had no objections. They shrank their heads and did not dare to speak.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, Bao Guowei was surrounded by excited students.

The students cheered after seeing Bao Guowei come out intact.

Bao Guowei said loudly with a smile on the steps.

"Students, I have nothing to do. You must work hard and study for the rise of China!"

There were cheers after cheers from the audience.

Some people even worry that Mr. Bao Guowei, who is still young, has been deceived by foreigners and even makes suggestions.

"Letter of Understanding! Mr. Bao Guowei, you should know the Letter of Understanding, right? You must not sign the Letter of Understanding. We must seek justice for the Chinese people!"

"Don't worry, everyone, I guarantee that someone will not embarrass the Chinese people!"

Immediately afterwards, another burst of camera lights flashed, and the reporters looked as excited as if they were happy to see their own father released from prison.

But Bao Guowei understood that these people were very excited at the moment, but they didn't know how to arrange themselves later.

After all, the reason for his arrest this time was really not "legitimate" enough.

After getting in the car, Wan Molin couldn't help but ask: "Bingwen, do we still want to go to Renji Hospital?"

Wan Molin was a man who came out of a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. He could tell at a glance whether Bao Guowei was injured.

Unexpectedly, Bao Guowei said with a matter-of-fact expression on his face.

"Go! Why don't you go!"

"I'll stay here for ten days and a half. Unless those British guys beg me to take me out in a big sedan chair, I'll settle down in Renji Hospital!"

The muscles on Wan Molin's face twitched, and he suddenly felt that this young man was a little scary, but he still asked.

"Do you need any help?"

Bao Guowei had a sly look on his face.

"That's natural. Get me a typewriter. I'm going to write a few articles so that the British guys can gain some knowledge!"

(End of this chapter)