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

Chapter 266 American Drama Master? The brainwashed Kong Lingkan!

Send away ten young women?

This may be the best gift Kong Lingkan could come up with.

I don’t know whose wife was poisoned by Kong Lingkan, and she could only open and close her mouth ten times.

It seems that the deeds recorded in history are just a drop in the bucket of Kong Lingkan.

Hearing this statement, the muscles on Bao Guowei's face suddenly twitched.

He finally had a very intuitive feeling about Kong Lingkan's "likes".

But Bao Guowei, who has never been married, can't help but have a trace of doubt. Is other people's food really so fragrant?
Regarding this issue, perhaps Kong Lingkan had a deep understanding, perhaps Cao Ah Man had real experience, but he, Bao Guowei, had absolutely no idea.

Am I, Bao Guowei, the kind of person who would be moved by this temptation?

So, Bao Guowei said with a smile on his face.

"Of course, this still requires some little help from Master Kong."

He looked at Bao Guowei's harmless face again.

He introduced: "The next martial arts novel is expected to be written in the late Southern Song Dynasty, and will closely follow the story line of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". When the heroes and heroines of the world appear, how can Master Kong not have a place?"

Kong Lingkan fixed his eyes, waved his weak fist, and said loudly.

"No problem, Master Kong!"

But I always feel that something is wrong. Is this Bao Guowei trying to trick his young master?

But Kong Lingkan obviously still had some hesitation. He said hesitantly: "Acting must be tiring. I'm afraid of being tired, and it looks very painful. I can't find a young woman to be romantic and happy."

Bao Guowei stepped up efforts.

Kong Lingkan immediately gritted his teeth and thought of the stories about chivalrous heroes in the novel, and how the man walked freely and freely in the world.

Ah Fu opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a moment. He originally wanted to stop Bao Guowei.

"A real man!"

"Then you're talking nonsense!" Kong Lingkan suddenly became a little unhappy, feeling that he was being fooled again.

"Okay! In that case, I will participate in your performance."

"I am also going to become a great hero. How could I lose?"

"I always feel like you're lying to me again." Kong Lingkan raised his head 45 degrees, as if thinking about something.

"That's right, my martial arts novel is still in the conception stage and it won't be written soon."

"Good good!"

"That's right!" Bao Guowei shouted from the side.

Seeing that the other party was already attracted, Bao Guowei immediately threw out his bait and waited for Kong Lingkan to take the bait.

Kong Lingkan was also a bit cautious. Knowing what happened before, he couldn't really pursue Bao Guowei, so he simply went along with the flow and saved his face.

What the hell! You only have young women in your head, right?
Bao Guowei cursed angrily in his heart, but his face still turned serious and he spoke very solemnly.

"It's natural!"

I decided to go back and investigate it carefully.

It would be a mess if Kong Lingkan came here to perform.

Who knows, he seems to have made the situation even more complicated.

Kong Lingkan also had a firm look in his eyes.

At this moment, Kong Lingkan no longer had any doubts. His face showed an expectant expression and his face turned rosy.

"help?"

"So I need your help. You help me complete this drama, which is "The Shawshank Redemption". If you participate in it, it will also improve your acting skills. By then, it will be easy to star in a martial arts movie."

Bao Guowei didn't care that the matter had not yet been settled, so he wrote a blank check first.

"You mean your movies will be starred abroad?" Kong Lingkan's eyes lit up.

But then I thought about it, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. If Kong Lingkan went to the show, it would be better than trying to hook up with someone else's wife, right?

"Master, I just like to have fun. As long as you can make me a hero, our past affairs will be wiped out!"

Kong Lingkan was eager to give it a try and wanted to join everyone in the rehearsal, but Cao Yu was in trouble. He thought Bao Guowei was here to help him solve the problem.

"Master Kong, I have to talk about you. Since you want to learn peerless magical skills, you have to endure the unbearable hardships of ordinary people and endure the unbearable. Only in this way can you become a great hero.

What does a little acting mean? Master, you are a person who does big things. You shouldn't be stumped by this setback. Don't you want to become a real man? "

Who hasn’t studied hard since childhood?
"It's so true!"

"How could that be? After all, you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of all the Chinese people, or even the whole world, in a movie you're starring in, right?"

"A real man?" Kong Lingkan felt like his mind had been "raped", with an unstoppable feeling of being thrust into him.

But young people are the most susceptible to this trick. As he is nearly fifteen years old, his head is full of some secondary plots, and he is the easiest to be incited by hot-blooded words.

Bao Guowei ignored the other party's impatience and continued.

He pulled Bao Guowei aside with a frown and couldn't help but vomited bitterness.

"Mr. Bingwen, is there something wrong? Mr. Kong Lingkan doesn't seem to have any acting talent?"

Bao Guowei showed a smile on his face and said: "Brother Wan, have you forgotten that there are several characters who bully Andy in the prison? Compared to bullying, who in Shanghai is as proficient as Kong Lingkan?"

Cao Yu thought about it for a while, and it seemed to make some sense, but he still felt that something was wrong.

Bao Guowei patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Wan, don't worry. Although this kid is a little domineering, I will come to check on him from time to time. If this kid is acting out of temper, just teach him a lesson."

Bao Guowei raised his head and said to Kong Lingkan who was not far away: "Don't you think so, Brother Kong? You can definitely endure hardship, right?"

Kong Lingkan answered immediately.

"Of course, I, Kong Lingkan, will do what I say!"

Ah Fu was even more shocked. Could it be that his young master was bewitched? But what Afu didn't know was that there was a saying in later generations called brainwashing.

Even some college students in later generations will be deceived by obvious fraud methods.

Not to mention Kong Lingkan, a young man from the Republic of China who was not concerned with worldly affairs.

Cao Yu felt that his outlook on life had been refreshed, and the way he looked at Bao Guowei was different.

The art of speaking can actually achieve this effect?

After settling the matter, Bao Guowei planned to leave. Before getting in the car, he pulled Cao Yu aside.

He said something that surprised Cao Yu.

"Don't take it to heart. I'm not messing around. This guy is here and can solve a lot of troubles for you."

Cao Yu's pupils shrank. He still didn't understand, but now that he thought about it carefully, he finally understood.

In fact, from some time ago, Cao Yu has felt that the government has recently tightened its control over China's speech.

Chang Kaishen euphemistically calls it benchmarking against the West, advocating freedom of speech, and working hard for millions of people. In fact, he is implementing high-pressure control of literary and artistic works and newspaper articles.

Especially the repression of the left.

He was worried about how to deal with this matter. "You may not know that Chen Dezheng has been released from Jinling. This time he comes with a mission. He will not give up until he digs something out of the Shanghai market."

Bao Guowei relied on the Qing Gang, so he was naturally well-informed.

Cao Yu also nodded and said: "I recently heard that many book clubs have been banned again, and many newspapers, periodicals and books have also been controlled. It seems that the government will take big actions in the future."

In fact, the work "The Shawshank Redemption" itself contains many political metaphors, especially the escape from prison, which is intolerable to the government.

Even Bao Guowei's work cannot completely get a death-free gold medal.

Chang Kaishen's duplicity is obvious to all, and his words are never necessarily fulfilled.

"Kong Lingkan's identity is extraordinary. If he is involved in our film creation, Chen Dezheng, a dog from Jinling, would not dare to bite him."

After hearing Bao Guowei's words, Cao Yu immediately stood in awe, and he bowed deeply to Bao Guowei.

"I'm really sorry, sir. I was so critical of you before, but I didn't know you had so many considerations."

Bao Guowei smiled and patted the other party's shoulder. Without the word "Bingwen" in this sentence, sir, the meaning is naturally completely different.

"If you film this drama well, I believe you will be able to bring a different flavor."

"Ok!"

Cao Yu wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, looked at Bao Guowei's leaving car, and nodded heavily.

"Sir! Come here quickly! Let's talk about how to play out this plot!"

Kong Lingkan's shouts came from not far away. It was obvious that this boy maintained great enthusiasm for new things.

Cao Yu sighed and said angrily.

"I'm coming."

A week later.

Zhang Nianyue finally had time to enjoy life with Bao Guowei. The two of them were hanging out in the yard, enjoying the afternoon sunshine.

Zhang Nianyue slapped Bao Guowei's dirty hand away and said angrily.

"You just know how to make trouble. You don't care about school matters at all."

"School?" Bao Guowei was drinking tea with two dark circles on his face. "Are you talking about the women's union or about my school?"

"Of course it's your school's business. It would be nice if the Women's Federation had me." Zhang Nianyue said.

"Don't worry, the school asked me to help with the test papers some time ago. I just made one. I already know all the knowledge at the high school level."

Zhang Nianyue curled her lips and said slightly unconvinced: "It's just your head that works."

She was really jealous of Bao Guowei's memory, almost to the point of photographic memory. If she could have such a memory, she wouldn't have to travel back and forth between the Women's Federation and the school.

Even last time, when I asked Bao Guowei an extremely difficult math problem, he solved it in less than five minutes. The differences between people are really incomparable.

"What's going on with the Women's Federation? Zhang Nuxia, can you turn this organization into something like Hongmen?"

Bao Guowei laughed and joked that he still has a lot of expectations for Zhang Nianyue's Women's Federation.

"Don't make fun of me. Hongmen is a gang. How can it be compared with our Women's Federation?"

Zhang Nianyue gave the opponent a marshmallow fist, and then briefly talked about the recent situation of the Women's Federation.

"Our Women's Federation has recently developed two strongholds in Hangzhou and Susu, and has established corresponding organizations in each place. In order to combine the strength of each sister and jointly safeguard the rights and interests of women, we will implement the association program you previously formulated for us. Carry out the propaganda.

There is also a federation in Shanghai, which now has nearly 10,000 members, all of whom are well-known women in Shanghai. "

Zhang Nianyue squinted her eyes, looked at Bao Guowei and said playfully: "If Mr. Bao causes any trouble in the future, I can be considered a help."

Ever since the patrol room incident and the banquet incident, Zhang Nianyue had been worried every day. She thought that she must have her own strength so that she would not be at a loss when Bao Guowei was in trouble.

Bao Guowei was a little moved. He hugged his little wife and kissed her hard on the face, making a loud squeaking sound.

Zhang Nianyue felt disgusted.

"Your saliva is all over my face."

Another burst of cotton punches.

"More than 10,000 people."

Bao Guowei thought about the significance of this quantity. It can really be said that it is a considerable force in the Shanghai stock market.

But there still seems to be some unreasonableness.

"Mr. Taiyan helped a lot, didn't he?"

"how do you know"

Zhang Nianyue smiled awkwardly. To be able to achieve this influence so quickly, Zhang Taiyan's help was indeed indispensable.

Bao Guowei wisely did not mention this matter further.

When he returned to the room, Cao Yanhai was already waiting for him.

"Master, Mr. Du Yuesheng also specially helped you raise some funds and sent them to Ganjiang Province to relieve the victims."

Cao Yanhai is also a busy man now, and he can be regarded as half of Bao Guowei's secretary.

"understood."

Bao Guowei nodded. He did not hide this matter from Du Yuesheng. As for how the other party concealed his identity, it was just to put his name on his head.

Everyone knows this kind of thing.

Du Yuesheng was influenced by Bao Guowei, and now he also understands the principle of betting on both sides.

"There is a letter written in foreign language on the table. I can't understand it, so I put it under the ink bottle for you."

Cao Yanhai continued to remind.

"Foreign language?"

Bao Guowei raised his eyebrows, which was rare.

He immediately opened the letter curiously.

With his current level of English, reading these contents is easy.

But as soon as he opened the letter, he was attracted by a name on it. He read it several times before confirming that he had read it correctly.

"Eugene O'Neill!"

"Have money? I'll keep you alive?" Cao Yanhai was confused and didn't know what Bao Guowei was talking about. "Master, don't curse me!"

But Bao Guowei's heart was aroused.

This man's status is extraordinary. He is called the father of American drama.

Graduated from Princeton University.

In 1920, he won the Pulitzer Prize for his work "The End of the World".

In 1929, he received an honorary Doctor of Letters from Yale University.

He was about to win the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1936.

Eugene O'Neill.

Did this American literary figure write a letter specifically to himself?
(End of this chapter)