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

Chapter 298 Meeting with Marshal Zhang Xueliang

French Concession.

Adjacent to Fuxing Park, there is a three-story garden house.

The exterior wall is milky white, and the hall downstairs is a place for banquets.

The reception room was on the second floor, while Young Marshal Zhang Xueliang and Miss Zhao Si lived together on the third floor in a Spanish-style suite where even the bed was modeled after the Spanish style.

From a historical perspective, Young Marshal Zhang Xueliang has both good and bad reputations, but he is also a person with national and heroic sentiments.

Growing up in a privileged environment, he had a strong interest in foreign culture, so even his residence in Shanghai was designed in accordance with Western upper-class styles.

Today, Zhang Xueliang was obviously very excited. He got up early and put on

He was wearing a smart suit, as if he was welcoming a distinguished guest.

"What's up, Liuzi? Is there any important person coming today?"

The speaker was a dignified and beautiful young woman.

She was eighteen years old at the time, and at the age of fourteen or fifteen she had become the cover girl of Beiyang Pictorial.

Who else is there besides Miss Zhao Si, who fell in love with Zhang Xueliang at first sight?

Last year, Miss Zhao Si gave birth to a boy for Zhang Xueliang. Since then, she has served as his personal secretary and has always been by his side.

The young marshal, who was not yet thirty, still had a hint of immaturity on his face, but also a hint of majesty.

He pinched Miss Zhao Si's fair face and said.

"I asked Lao Huo to invite a famous figure, the most famous young talent in the south."

"Oh?" Miss Zhao Si's face lit up as she guessed, "Is it the Bao Bingwen who has become famous all over the country recently?"

The most popular figure in recent times is still a teenager. The only name Miss Zhao Si could think of was Bao Bingwen.

"Smart guy." Zhang Xueliang pinched Miss Zhao Si's nose and put on his hat and said, "They should be downstairs. I'll go and see them. I have a few questions to ask you. Do you want to go with me?"

Miss Zhao Si hesitated for a while, but of course she really wanted to go.

I heard that Bao Bingwen is a talented writer and has an extraordinary appearance.

It can be said that at this point in 1930, Bao Guowei had become the fantasy object of many ladies.

It’s a pity that Miss Zhao Si has already met the Young Marshal. As a woman in the boudoir, it is somewhat inappropriate for her to show up in public casually.

Besides, Zhang Xueliang probably wanted to talk about some national affairs.

"I'll just watch from a distance on the stairs." Miss Zhao Si said implicitly.

Zhang Xueliang nodded and said.

"Okay, I'll talk to him."

When Bao Guowei saw Zhang Xueliang.

This legendary figure from the Republic of China period was holding a big pipe in his hand.

A few years ago, when Zhang Xueliang was commanding battles on the front line, he suffered from long-term mental stress, which led to insomnia and mental weakness.

Senator Yang Yuting gave him a set of smoking utensils, and from then on he was addicted.

At this time, Zhang Xueliang was still addicted to smoking, and it took three years for him to really make up his mind to quit smoking.

Seeing Bao Guowei sitting in the living room, Zhang Xueliang found a table, patted his cigarette, put it out, and then walked over.

"Hello, Young Marshal." Bao Guowei stood up and clasped his fists.

He still had some respect for this person.

When Zhang Xueliang saw Bao Guowei, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Although I was prepared and knew that Bao Guowei was only seventeen years old, I still couldn't believe it after seeing the real person.

The two men sat on the sofa. After Zhang Xueliang finished smoking opium, his eyes brightened.

Thinking of the means by which Bao Guowei was invited, he said this with some guilt.

"I'm really sorry. I originally planned to go to your house to invite you, but when I sent someone over, I found that you were not there. And I have to go back to the Northeast tomorrow, so I can only resort to this last resort."

"It's okay." Bao Guowei waved his hand and said.

Zhang Xueliang said with a smile.

"I have seen many of Mr. Bingwen's works and really wanted to see his style. Today, I saw that he is indeed as good as his reputation. No wonder even foreigners praise him. I have the idea of ​​recruiting him back to Northeast China."

Bao Guowei was stunned for a moment, thinking that the other party was complimenting him, and said self-deprecatingly: "I am just a scholar, and I can only write some articles."

Zhang Xueliang waved his hand.

"Eh~ In this world, everyone has his own duties. Scholars have their own roles. In the Three Kingdoms, wasn't Mr. Zhuge the master of the world?"

After a few polite words, Bao Guowei couldn't help but ask, "Young Marshal, you invited me here just to talk about the Three Kingdoms, didn't you?"

Zhang Xueliang smiled, sighed and said.

"Why do you think I came to Shanghai this time?"

It was indeed a bit strange to see Zhang Xueliang coming to Shanghai at this time.

Bao Guowei thought for a while and replied: "I claimed to be ill and stayed in Huludao, but I actually came to Shanghai secretly."

After a pause, Bao Guowei said four words.

"The Central Plains War."

As for why Zhang Xueliang was seen in Shanghai, it was simply because it was safer here and Chiang Kai-shek did not dare to act rashly in the French Concession.

If we go to Nanjing, Chiang Kai-shek will find a reason to detain Zhang Xueliang, and then everything will be over.

Zhang Xueliang's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Bao Bingwen, Bao Bingwen, you say you are just a scholar, but in fact you know everything."

This was considered as his acquiescence.

But after that, the smile on Zhang Xueliang's face disappeared, and he was obviously extremely conflicted.

"Young Marshal, do you want to ask for a plan?"

Bao Guowei saw the other party's concerns and asked directly.

"exactly!"

Zhang Xueliang raised his head, hope in his eyes.

Ever since Guo Songling defected on the front line, successive failures made Zhang Xueliang feel a little afraid of war.

Zhang Xueliang said, "The National Government promised to give me the military, political and financial power in the Pingjin area, and the area north of the Yellow River will be controlled by the Fengtian clique."

Bao Guowei asked in return: "With such a generous reward, why would the young commander still be troubled?"

Zhang Xueliang sighed. "I have always maintained a neutral attitude, but it is a pity that Chiang Kai-shek provoked this incident. Now there is no way to stop the war."

"When a country is in trouble, it cannot survive unless it stops fighting."

Suddenly, Bao Guowei mentioned this sentence.

Sure enough, when Zhang Xueliang heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Because this was exactly the telegram he sent to Chiang Kai-shek on March 3.

Bao Guowei actually knew the content.

With these words, Bao Guowei's position in Zhang Xueliang's heart became more mysterious.

Bao Guowei nodded. Combining the historical details, he had a general understanding of the situation and gave his analysis.

"The Fengtian clique is a faction in the north, and is an indispensable force in the war in the Central Plains. At the beginning of the battle, the young marshal became the target of both sides, right?"

Zhang Xueliang nodded and said, "That's right!"

“The National Government promised the Young Marshal the Pingjin area north of the Yellow River, while the Abnormal Alliance made the Young Marshal the deputy commander and promised to give him half of the important positions.

The two sides wrestled together, and the young marshal became the most important weight on the scale. Whichever side you put him on is the future of China.

That’s why the young marshal was so conflicted, because this decision was a major event related to the future of the nation, so he claimed to be ill and retired to Huludao to recuperate, but in fact he was secretly contacting both sides.”

"Right!" Zhang Xueliang slapped the table and said excitedly. "All of them are right. Bingwen is really a great talent!"

He couldn't help but say a little embarrassedly: "I wonder if you have any ideas about going to the Northeast?"

But Bao Guowei still shook his head and said.

"I can't go to Northeast China in the short term. My studies are not yet completed. I really don't dare to take on this heavy responsibility. Let's talk about it later."

He was not naive. After going to the Northeast, he tied himself to the chariot of Zhang Xueliang.

It will greatly restrict my hands and feet. With my current influence, I can do more things if I don't take sides.

"Okay!" Zhang Xueliang sighed regretfully.

"But I can give some advice to the young commander."

There were some things that Bao Guowei had wanted to remind the other party for a long time, so he took this opportunity to say them all out.

"really?"

Hope appeared on Zhang Xueliang's face again, and for a moment, he felt that he had met Bao Guowei too late.

(End of this chapter)