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

Chapter 282: Crying for injustice brings shame to Bingwen!
On the dock.

An old man with a broad frame and shriveled muscles was shirtless and carrying three bags of goods on his shoulders.

The sweat on his head continued to flow down. It was almost noon, and the hot June sun was baking his dark back.

It seems that I really can't hold on.

"Fugui, come and help me, today's batch of goods is a bit hard."

After hearing the news, a tall man with clear muscles ran over. He carried six bags of goods on his shoulders, but he was still walking fast.

"Master, I've told you that your body and bones can't bear it, so just rest at home while I go to work."

Fugui put down his goods and took the goods from the old man's shoulders.

With help, the old man's face felt a lot more comfortable. He exhaled and drooped the blackened towel on his shoulders.

"Let you work alone? This can't be done. I want you to come to Shanghai with me. We had a hard time traveling all the way from Hangzhou. After arriving in Shanghai, we had no fixed place to live. Although I am old, I can't rely on you. Feed you."

Pouring his lips, Fugui said angrily: "The local martial arts school is ignorant of Taishan, and actually said that you are a showman. If not, how could we end up in this situation? You are Huang Yiwu, and your master is Bagua Dong Haichuan, the founder of Palm.”

"Come on, come on! Fugui, come over and have a rest and have a sip of tea."

"When I was reading the newspaper a few days ago, I saw a report about the novel "Alive" written by the young writer Bao Bingwen. The protagonist is called Fugui. I watched the conversation of the two and guessed their experiences. Thinking about this Fugui Gui, maybe it can be applied to all the poor people in the world!”

The old man suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but ask.

"Hahahaha!" Old Man Wang laughed, then shook his head and said. "Not really, I just think it sounds familiar and I've read it in the newspaper."

"Is this Master Huang's disciple? He is indeed a fierce and powerful person!"

Even the master and apprentice, who had some skills, ended up in this situation, let alone others.

Fugui felt very happy after drinking the tea and wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth.

"Nowadays, the world is not good. With the advent of guns and cannons, boxing and kicking skills are even less popular. There are only a few people who are willing to learn martial arts. There are reasons why they are unwilling to accept them."

The outspoken Fugui jumped out immediately. He looked at the newspaper with disgust, frowned and said.

Come to think of it, I haven't read a newspaper for a long time.

While talking, Old Man Wang carefully took out a paper bag from his arms. After opening it, there were a dozen newspapers inside.

"Newspaper?" Huang Yiwu also became interested.

"What? Uncle Wang, you also have a friend named Fugui?"

Sitting on the edge of the dock, Huang Yiwu handed over the old gourd he had on hand.

He thought about it again and continued.

This is a foreign land for the rich and a hell for the poor.

It's not that the master and apprentice are lazy, it's because this is the last batch of goods.

"It's not their fault." Huang Yiwu was stunned for a moment, knowing that his apprentice was comforting him, and waved his hand.

Looking at the thickness, it is obvious that a lot has been accumulated.

Everyone can only be allocated some to ensure food and clothing. If there are too many, they are often not available.

"Brother Wang, I'm afraid you haven't read the other news, right? Now it has been spread in the market that this Bao Bingwen is a foreigner from the United States, a spy sent here. He came to China just to fight for the interests of the United States. Such a person , many people have decided to boycott.”

He took out one and handed it over.

"What's wrong?" Old Man Wang was a little confused, because he clearly saw desire in Huang Yiwu's eyes just now.

Fugui carried his own goods and his master's goods to the dock and stacked them.

It was Huang Yiwu who explained to him.

"My name is very common. Among ten people in the world, you can find one named Fugui."

The government's economy was already in dire straits. Coupled with the impact of the Central Plains War, prices soared, and even the work of porterage was being scrambled for.

Then he was ready to sit down and rest.

"Ah?" Old Man Wang was obviously a little stunned.

It seems that Old Man Wang's identity is not simple. Being able to read newspapers and read on the dock is basically rare.

Upon hearing the name Bao Guowei, Huang Yiwu, who originally stretched out his hand, retracted it.

"Is your name also Fugui?"

When Fugui finished drinking, a sigh came from the side.

Fugui was also unambiguous. After taking the gourd, he drank it all.

The speaker was an old man about fifty years old. He was dark and skinny. At this age, he was still hanging out at the dock, so he was considered to be in good physical condition.

"We used to support Bao Bingwen a lot. We bought countless versions of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", but he turned out to be such a character."

"Uh~"

Reluctant.

"In the past, we had to buy a copy of the Times even if we were hungry. It's a pity that Bao Bingwen was their core figure in such a newspaper." Fugui seemed to feel aggrieved in his resentment. .

"We no longer look at Bao Bingwen's stuff. We will never support this kind of Chinese scum."

Old Man Wang finally understood the whole story and burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Seeing this scene, Fugui was immediately dissatisfied. He took two steps forward, glared at the other party and said.

"What do you mean?"

"Hey~" Huang Yiwu was afraid that Fugui would cause trouble, so he quickly pulled him away. "As my teacher taught you, if you encounter a righteous person in the world, you should not do anything unless necessary."

Fugui pointed at the other person and said, "But he laughed at us!"

"Hahahaha!"

Old Man Wang didn't show any signs of stopping. Even Huang Yiwu frowned and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Brother Wang, what do you mean?"

It took a while for Old Man Wang to stop his smile, and then he explained.

"I laugh at the two of you who know very little and jump to conclusions. It's really a waste of reading many of Bao Bingwen's articles."

"Brother Wang knows more?"

Huang Yiwu felt that he was offended. If the other party could not explain the reason, he would have to "talk it out" with him.

When traveling in the world, face is not the only thing that matters. If the other party refuses to give him face, even if Huang Yiwu is now "down in peace" (he thinks so), he will risk his life to get an explanation.

"I'm afraid you two don't know the truth, but you just heard it through hearsay. You made some wild speculations based on just a few words, and then you came to a conclusion."

Old Man Wang obviously knew a lot. He raised his head proudly and spoke eloquently.

"This Bao Bingwen was born in Hangzhou since he was a child. Since the two of you are also from Hangzhou, you should know about it. How could he become a spy sent by the United States? It is simply nonsense."

Huang Yiwu and Fugui were both stunned for a moment. They seemed to have never thought of this crux, and then Fugui said dissatisfiedly.

"It's just that after Bao Bingwen became famous, he was greedy for fame and fortune and took refuge with the Americans. Otherwise, why would the foreigners protect him like this when he caused trouble in the concession? I heard that he also had a small foreign house in the concession, which was given to him by the foreigners. "This person has changed!" Fugui is relatively straightforward and only believes in what he can see, and everything mentioned above has been proven to be true.

But Old Man Wang still shook his head.

"You two are in China, and you may not know that Mr. Bao Bingwen's works are highly valued in both domestic and foreign academic circles.

In particular, the novel "The Godfather" is extremely popular abroad. Foreigners are pursuing profits. How can they not protect a writer like Bao Bingwen who can create value? If you two had friends who traveled home and abroad, or if you could read foreign newspapers, you wouldn't have misunderstood me. "

Old Man Wang sighed, seeming a little sad.

"Seeing that you two are not bad people, I am telling you so much because I am afraid that you will be deceived by traitors. This rumor is actually full of loopholes. It is just that people focus on emotions and forget about reason."

What Old Man Wang said was not something that an ordinary person could say.

Huang Yiwu had begun to doubt his identity, but precisely because of this, Huang Yiwu respected him more and more.

He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you sir for reminding me."

Old Man Wang narrowed his eyes. He knew that the other party still didn't believe it, and then shook his head.

He had encountered too many such things. These days he was running around trying to prove it to Bao Bingwen, but almost no one was willing to calm down and listen to his explanation.

After a few words, a big label of harboring "traitors" was slapped on him.

Only these two were still polite.

So, he took out a newspaper from his bag. The newspaper was neatly folded and still smelled of new ink.

If it weren't for the purpose of explaining, Old Man Wang would not be willing to take it out.

"It's empty talk. This is the Times newspaper I just got this morning. If you have any questions, you will know after reading this article."

Words are always pale, and Old Man Wang can only hope that this article "The Old Man and the Sea" can change the views of the two people.

"Don't look!" Fugui was obviously still angry.

"The Times?" Huang Yiwu frowned and took the newspaper from the other party's hand.

In his impression, he heard that The Times was about to close down, and there had been no specific news for nearly half a month.

Why are there new publications appearing?
Doesn’t the government care?
Naturally, he didn't know that under Bao Guowei's operation, this issue of the Times had bypassed Chen Dezheng's pursuit and interception, and reached the streets of Shanghai through the running of one newspaper boy after another.

This aroused Huang Yiwu's curiosity. He carefully opened the newspaper and saw a headline.

""The Young Writer Reappears in a New Masterpiece of Furious Killing Evil""

His eyebrows were raised immediately and he couldn't help but say.

"It still tastes the same as before."

He said he didn't want to look at it, but Fugui was still very honest. He gradually came closer and started looking at Huang Yiwu's back.

Compared with previous literary novels, "The Old Man and the Sea" is obviously more comfortable to read.

The language is concise, without too many flowery words, and some are just straightforward narration of the story.

In the narration, a rich story is vividly written on the page, coupled with various dazzling magical elements.

The two of them were instantly fascinated.

"It's a pity that it's not martial arts, and it doesn't have the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms." Fugui sighed with emotion.

"You know the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but besides that, what else are you thinking about?"

Huang Yiwu scolded him with dissatisfaction because his reading was interrupted.

Obviously, the expressions on the two people's faces have improved a lot, which is a preliminary recognition of this novel.

"The Old Man and the Sea" has a characterization at the beginning, a weird and interesting background, and most importantly, simple and easy-to-understand writing.

It is very useful to these low-level semi-intellectuals.

"This old man named Huang Yan also has a chivalrous spirit. He is a bit like us martial arts practitioners who never give up."

Seeing old man Huang Yan, even though he was ridiculed, still going out to sea to fish, Huang Yiwu felt a little emotional for some reason.

"I am a stubborn master just like you." Fugui added without any discernment.

He was immediately beaten violently by Huang Yiwu.

But after cleaning up, Huang Yiwu's eyes began to look a little moved.

Are you like me?
He raised his head and glanced at Old Man Wang, who just smiled and indicated that he could continue reading.

Huang Yiwu calmed down and continued to focus on the paper.

Soon, the plot reaches the scene where the old man fights the marlin.

Huang Yiwu could no longer look away.

He thought about a lot, whether it was the obstacles he encountered in martial arts since he was a child, or watching the martial arts gym collapse in his own hands as an adult.

Finally, I wanted to make a desperate attempt and come to Shanghai for a "pilgrimage".

I thought, maybe people like Bao Bingwen would be in completely different places?

But things went against his wishes, and fate seemed to be against him, leaving nothing but a mess.

There is also the sweat on the dock, the physical pain, and the mental depression day by day.

"I once fought like Huang Yan, but he still persisted."

There are too many suffering people in the world, but few can express this clearly. If you are not careful, you will fall into the vicious circle of praising suffering.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Is there sand in your eyes?" Fugui couldn't help but panic when he saw Huang Yiwu wiping his eyes constantly.

"Come on, let me blow it for you."

His big hands immediately lifted Huang Yiwu's head, and blew air into Huang Yiwu's eyes with his mouth.

It didn't matter if he didn't blow. This blow made Huang Yiwu even more tearful and snotty.

"Okay, okay, it's okay for you, Master!"

After a long time, Huang Yiwu got rid of the opponent's "claws" and was so moved that he almost died in the hands of his apprentice.

The old man Wang next to him laughed again. He knew that it worked this time.

This is Master Huang who really likes the writer Bao Guowei.

Of course, there are naturally reasons why the novel is excellent.

He asked back, "How's it going, Master Huang? What's your attitude now?"

Huang Yiwu wiped away tears while confirming: "Is this novel really written by Bao Bingwen? In my opinion, compared to the previous "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", the style has changed too much."

That's his only problem right now.

"Of course it's as good as fake." Old Man Wang said seriously. "You also recognize that this is a publication of The Times. You should know about the relationship between the owner of The Times and Bao Bingwen, right?"

After a moment of silence, Huang Yiwu said nothing. He turned around and slapped his apprentice on the face.

There is a crisp "pop" sound.

(End of this chapter)