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

Chapter 279 The Times’ last hope? Secret talk in Du Mansion!
"Boss, the whole place in the club has been cleaned. If you don't have anything to do, I'll leave. I've already found a new home and will report there tomorrow."

The aunt's head was wrapped in a white cloth and her face was covered with grooves. She put the broom behind the door and turned to Huang Bohui, who was drinking alone in the corner and said.

The originally messy office was now clean and tidy under the cleaning of the cleaning lady.

But after this tidying up, it became even more desolate, and there was no trace of life in the empty office.

"Boss? Boss!"

Huang Bohui woke up from his daze after being called by the cleaning aunt one after another. He looked at the aunt standing there with a forced smile on his lips.

"Thank you Aunt Wang. You can just go. We have paid the wages a few days ago."

"It's settled." Aunt Wang nodded. She felt that this boss was a good person. In this age, there are only a few bosses who don't default on their wages.

Being able to have a stable income from wages is already a very luxurious thing.

So Aunt Wang was a little reluctant to give up, but there was no way. She had long heard that the magazine's performance was getting worse and worse, and it had even been boycotted by many civil organizations in the past month.

"In today's world, even if I go to other magazines, I can't write what I want."

"This time it can be said that dog bites dog. Chen Dezheng gave the little bully Kong Lingkan a good beating. The whole city was inspected, but only the Golden Grand Theater was able to operate normally."

Aunt Wang talked a lot. Instead of feeling irritated, Huang Bohui felt a sense of warmth.

But they are not wrong either.

But this news obviously cannot comfort Huang Bohui.

It's just for the literati group.

Chen Dezheng even shouted such a slogan.

So, he asked Aunt Wang to take whatever she liked.

"Although I failed, I still have influence. It won't be a problem to find a few brother magazines. With your ability, you will definitely be popular."

"Jingchang? Are you here? Haven't you found your next home yet? Do you want me to introduce it to you?" A wry smile appeared on Huang Bohui's face.

"come in."

So Aunt Wang happily took away the potted plants from the office.

"Although Chen Dezheng is very arrogant, there is no one who can't cure him." Zhang Jingchang was trying hard to find some good news. Thinking of this, a trace of ridicule appeared on his face.

In the past, when Bao Bingwen was high-spirited, the Times was also prosperous.

"Am I really wrong?"

His brows were still furrowed and he let out two dry laughs.

Zhang Jingchang was very happy.

Zhang Jingchang walked in, wearing a suit. After taking off his hat, he looked at Huang Bohui with some worry.

Huang Bohui was a little strange, but still said.

Zhang Jingchang sat down on the sofa, shook his head and said.

Thinking of this, the scar on Huang Bohui's cheek began to hurt slightly again.

Nowadays, Bao Bingwen has become a coward and is criticized as a traitor. The Times has also fallen into a trough and has been cast aside by thousands of people.

He plopped down on the sofa, all of which was his own fault.

"Huang Dongjia, don't be too concerned about it. There are always unsatisfactory things in this world. Compared to us people who eat for food, you are already much stronger. In this world, you can hide and be a rich man. , better than anything else."

Looking at the empty potted plants, Huang Bohui felt a little dazed, wondering what kind of person Aunt Wang was.

In fact, for Huang Bohui, if there is not a newspaper with enough influence, these are all external things.

It can be seen that Chang Kaishen's determination this time is no less than the last "cleaning" operation.

"Even if the entire Shanghai literary world is turned upside down and turned into a puddle of mud that no one cares about, all restless groups must be eliminated."

Huang Bohui was stunned for a moment, thinking about what happened recently, and couldn't help but sigh heavily.

Jinling all put forward the policy of "first pacifying the inside and then fighting the outside" and severely cracked down on the student movement.

"The president should know that last time, Chen Dezheng, a vicious dog, wanted to get his hands on the Golden Grand Theater. He thought he could take advantage of the opportunity to make a big profit, but who would have thought that he would meet someone more ruthless than him."

Huang Bohui even began to doubt himself and began to hesitate, whether it was wrong for him to bet all his treasures in one place.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

It has always been his wish to run a famous newspaper!

He picked up the handkerchief and wiped it, taking a breath of pain, but then sighed again.

Because his face was decadent and tired at the moment, as if he had aged thirty years overnight.

Whether it's graciously letting dissatisfied employees leave, or letting Aunt Wang take away the few potted plants left in the office.

Bao Bingwen's reputation is like a roller coaster, and the situation of "The Times" is also like a roller coaster.

Aunt Wang didn't understand this, but she knew who the good people were, and she couldn't help but comfort her before leaving.

Success is also guaranteed by Bingwen, and failure is also guaranteed by Bingwen.

"President."

"Chen Dezheng's defeat is certainly satisfying, but it is a pity that it does not solve the problem." Huang Bohui is well-informed and understands the attitudes of all parties very clearly.

"Kong Lingkan beat Chen Dezheng, but he would not oppose Chang Kaishen's order. It was just that the theater where Kong Lingkan was working was not implicated, so Chen Dezheng turned around and vented his anger elsewhere."

Huang Bohui pointed to the empty space on the cabinet not far away.

"Look there."

Zhang Jingchang looked stunned. "This president used to have a large blue and white porcelain from the Yongle period here!"

Huang Bohui clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth and said.

"Our place is about to become Chen Dezheng's back garden. He has to come here every two days to catch the autumn breeze. If not for this, I would never want to disband the Times."

"This" Zhang Jingchang was silent. He didn't know what to say to comfort the other party. He could only pick up the wine on the table, pour himself a glass, and then drink it all.

Then he choked until he almost died.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Shaking his head helplessly, Huang Bohui patted the other party's shoulder and continued.

"Now I have no choice but to take advantage of the crisis and want to acquire our Times. I will either destroy the Times or hand it over to them."

You must know that the Times did not go bankrupt due to lack of sales, but was targeted for bankruptcy by Chen Dezheng.

There is still a large mass base among the people.

The common people do not understand the "change of dynasties" in the "Times". If the Manchus or the Japanese take it away, the destructive power of propaganda will be immeasurable.

"Short-sighted! National sinner!" Zhang Jingchang exploded completely. He vented all his anger on a table.

Huang Bohui was not annoyed and allowed him to destroy it.

"Starting from the cleaning, driven by the evil dog Chen Dezheng, how many booksellers and newspapers were destroyed, and how bad the impact was on the Shanghai literary world? And all of this was just to launch the so-called "Emergency Punishment of Crimes Endangering the Republic of China" 》.Criticizing the government is endangering country D. Those who disturb public order shall be punished with death, and those who promote it with words, pictures or speeches shall be punished with death.”

Zhang Jingchang stood up angrily, pointed out the window and cursed angrily.

"After saying so much, it is just for the personal interests of Chang Kaishen and the four major families. For this reason, they can sacrifice the interests of the entire nation and country. It is simply shameless."

He was heartbroken.

"Now, Manchus and Japanese pirates have taken advantage of this opportunity to seize the public opinion position and acquire major influential newspapers. In the future, the public opinion atmosphere in Shanghai and even China will become a hell on earth.

Doesn’t he, Chang Kaishen, not understand? "

"It's not that I don't understand, it's that I don't want to." Huang Bohui shook his head. Even he didn't dare to say more about the many stakes involved.

At this time, Zhang Jingchang thought of the man again, and quickly grabbed Huang Bohui's hand and said.

"Where is Mr. Bingwen? Is there any news from Mr. Bingwen? Why hasn't he said anything? If he had been here, the situation would not have reached this point."

Huang Bohui pursed his lips and said: "Mr. Bingwen does have this power. He has a strong appeal in the literary world and among students. The articles he writes are also shocking. Even the people admit that if he can come up with something It is possible to solve the problem with an article, or standing up as a national leader, or at least relying on the help of Americans.”

Under attack from two sides, the literary world in Shanghai has become a mess. It is no longer possible to solve the problem just by relying on the power of literati.

Unity.

This is what the Shanghai stock market needs most today, and Bao Guowei can bring exactly this.

But there was a hint of bitterness on Huang Bohui's face.

"I have been to Bao Mansion many times. As early as a month ago, Mr. Bingwen had already been in seclusion to create. I don't know how important the work is, but it can keep him locked up. The security of Bao Mansion is very tight. We have all seen it. It’s not like Bingwen.”

"This" Zhang Jingchang choked up speechless. "I can only take one step at a time, and I don't plan to run a newspaper next time."

Huang Bohui felt that his whole body had lost all strength.

"I have heard that the government is about to promulgate more laws and regulations to control public opinion. I have taken a look at these laws and regulations. Most of them are vague. People like Chen Dezheng can interpret them at will based on this, and newspapers and journalists will be blamed at every turn!"

He looked at Zhang Jingchang and said sincerely.

"You should find a way out quickly!"

"Me!" Zhang Jingchang didn't know what to say, and he shed tears of grievance. He just resented the unfairness of the world.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard hurried footsteps outside.

"Two gentlemen! Two gentlemen! Good thing! Great thing!"

It turned out that the concierge boy rushed in, looking anxious.

"What are you making all the fuss about!" When Huang Bohui saw that it was the stinky boy guarding the door, he was instantly furious.

Everyone else left, except him, just because he was his little nephew.

The nephew knew that Huang Bohui was in a bad mood and said a little aggrievedly.

"Uncle, a man came from outside and said he brought an article that will definitely bring our magazine back to life."

"what?"

Zhang Jingchang almost jumped up. It was impossible for anyone else to send a manuscript at this point.

Therefore, he and Huang Bohui looked at each other and saw hope in each other's eyes.

Huang Bohui was still a little unsure, so he asked quickly.

"What's that guy like?"

The little nephew recalled it and said: "It was weird and crazy."

"Let's go! Hurry up and greet him! It should be someone from Bingwen's house."

Huang Bohui pulled Zhang Jingchang towards the outside, with a smile on his face as he walked.

"There have always been some weirdos in Bingwen's house, and he himself likes to make a lot of strange friends. For example, Cao Yanhai looks stupid and stupid, but in fact he has superior martial arts. He even thinks that Bingwen has real kung fu."

"I also know about it. I heard that when Bingwen was in Hangzhou, he had a weird friend who liked to have his hair parted in the middle and always wore overalls. It's really surprising!"

When he was about to reach the door, Huang Bohui suddenly stopped and said to Zhang Jingchang.

"It's okay, it's okay. You look at my unshaven look. It's not appropriate to meet people from Bingwen's house."

Zhang Jingchang was speechless. Looking at Huang Bohui with two dark circles under his eyes, he felt that he was so decadent and confused.

"It's just someone from Bingwen's house, not Mr. Bingwen himself. President, why are you so solemn? Come on, let's go and read the manuscript."

"Right."

Not long after, the two rushed to the gate and saw an old man wearing a long gown from a distance.

He wears a pair of round glasses, has a pale face and regular features, like an elegant scholar.

A man is sitting on a chair with a manuscript in his hand.

It's just that the black and white hair is messy, and some of it even stands on end, making it look unusually individual.

In particular, the cloth shoes he was wearing had a big hole, revealing the dark feet inside.

From a distance, Huang Bohui felt a little embarrassed, and he immediately picked up his luggage and said.

"Hello sir!"

The old gentleman turned around, his eyes were a little blurry and a little fierce. He looked at Huang Bohui doubtfully and said.

"you know me?"

The eldest nephew came out immediately and introduced Huang Bohui: "Sir, this is the president of our Times."

Upon hearing this, the old gentleman immediately became excited, rushed forward, grabbed Huang Bohui and said.

"Are you Huang Bohui? The president of The Times?"

Huang Bohui was startled and stepped back.

But the old gentleman couldn't help but take out a manuscript.

"Come on, come on, publish this article quickly, and then distribute it to every corner of the Shanghai stock market. The situation cannot be delayed."

Huang Bohui was confused, but he knew what was serious.

I immediately took the manuscript and read it.

But at this first glance, he shook his head and said.

"Sir, did you get the wrong manuscript?"

"Did you take it by mistake?" The old gentleman came over and took a look in confusion.

"That's right! I just wrote it last night. You can see that the ink is not dry yet."

Huang Bohui seemed to understand something. His shoulders slumped and he said with a sullen look on his face.

"Sir, don't you have a relationship with Mr. Bingwen?"

The old gentleman was a little confused, but when he heard Bao Bingwen's name, his eyes immediately lit up.

He was tall and thin. He put his arms around Huang Bohui's shoulders and shook his head.

"It's okay to say it's not, and it's okay to say it is, but if you hadn't told me, I would have been a lackey of the Bao family, but I have never interacted with him now."

The old gentleman had a regretful expression on his face.

"What about your article?"

At this moment, the anger on Huang Bohui's face turned into complete disappointment.

But the old gentleman got excited and said with a cold snort.

"Nowadays, there are many sycophants in the literary world. I can't stand it, so I wrote an article and submitted it to you. I would like to ask you about Mr. Bingwen's residence."

"Aren't you sent by Mr. Bingwen?"

Zhang Jingchang shouted in disappointment and slapped his forehead, knowing that the two of them were too impatient and had mistakenly admitted the wrong person.

"How do you say this?" The old gentleman scratched his head again, looking a little funny. Even he felt that the conversation between the two parties was wrong.

"then who are you?"

Huang Bohui no longer wanted to deal with it, but seeing that the other party was extraordinary, he still asked casually.

Upon hearing this, the old gentleman immediately raised his head and introduced himself very proudly.

"I am a disciple of Houhei School, and so is Li Zongwu!"

The other three people stared at each other, then turned around and left.

On the way to Dufu, several people changed their itinerary.

"Instead of going to the Times, why not pay a visit to Mr. Du? With his influence in the Shanghai stock market, it shouldn't be a problem to help us with some small favors."

As soon as he left the house, Bao Guowei put forward his opinion.

The manuscript of "The Old Man and the Sea" can be sent over by Cao Yanhai. If you have this time, you might as well put it into good use.

Bao Guowei is not naive enough to think that the recent crisis can be solved with just one article.

It is impossible to resolve this crisis in the literary world, in which all parties are wrestling with each other one after another, without the support of "violence".

Zhang Taiyan just frowned and understood the crux of the matter.

Gao Weixin was immediately asked to replace Cao Yanhai as the driver.

He drove the car to Du Mansion.

Not long after, several people arrived at the door of Du Mansion and reported their identities to the concierge.

Within five minutes, a man wearing a mandarin jacket rushed out. When he saw Bao Guowei and Zhang Taiyan, he burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! But I haven't seen you for a long time! You two, Mr. Taiyan and Bingwen, miss me so much."

Du Yuesheng still wanted to reminisce about the past, but Bao Guowei stretched out a palm to stop him.

"Mr. Du, it doesn't matter. Let's talk about more important things first."

(End of this chapter)