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

Chapter 302: Miss Zhao Si and The Chrysanthemum and the Sword

"Sixth son, don't forget the hatred you once had, and don't forget that you have to protect the people of Northeast China."

Miss Zhao Si looked at Zhang Xueliang seriously.

Zhao Yidie came from a well-off family and was born and raised in a big city.

From Hong Kong to Tianjin, the concession culture had a profound influence on her, so her living habits and conversation were more like those of Westerners.

But she has not lost her national integrity and is very receptive to new cultures.

Long before, Miss Zhao Si had read all of Bao Guowei's works.

If it weren't for her status, Miss Zhao Si would not have delayed meeting Bao Guowei earlier.

To the extent that she couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation between the two people on the stairs.

As Zhang Xueliang's secretary, Miss Zhao Si didn't really care what she heard.

But the more she listened, the more frightened and surprised she became, and her respect for Bao Guowei increased.

Miss Zhao Si secretly glanced at Bao Guowei and couldn't help but feel a little envious of his fiancée Zhang Nianyue.

So she made up her mind and turned to Zhang Xueliang and said.

"Sixth son, this is not a difficult matter. We should be on guard against others. It is better for us to prepare early than to be taken advantage of by those damn Japanese people."

"Okay, okay, I understand. You don't have to worry about this. I will make the decision myself."

Zhang Xueliang spoke with a thick northeastern accent, but he didn't seem very confident when he said this, especially in front of Miss Zhao Si, which made him seem a little funny.

Miss Zhao Si raised her eyebrows, put her hands on her hips and spoke loudly.

"Six sons!!"

This was the first time that Bao Guowei saw that this young marshal, who had an army of 300,000 and countless sophisticated equipment, was actually so henpecked?
Zhang Xueliang looked at Bao Guowei, then at Miss Zhao Si, with an obviously embarrassed look on his face. He secretly nudged the other person with his elbow, indicating that he should be given a little face in front of outsiders.

But Miss Zhao Si did not appreciate it. She glared at Zhang Xueliang with her almond-shaped eyes, as if she would not give up unless Zhang Xueliang agreed.

He scratched his head. There is always someone better than you. Facing his beloved Miss Zhao Si, he had no way to deal with it.

I could only compromise and said, "As you say, as you say. I will keep Mr. Bingwen's words in mind and make some preparations when I return."

Miss Zhao Si then smiled and put her arm around Zhang Xueliang.

Bao Guowei, who was standing next to him, twitched his face suddenly.

My goodness, this guy didn't do anything to anyone, but he was treated like this for no reason.

With Zhang Xueliang's promise, the matter came to an end.

Bao Guowei was not an ignorant person. He was not too pushy in forcing Zhang Xueliang to listen to him, which would have the opposite effect.

Faced with these historical events, Bao Guowei can only do his best when he comes back to this world.

As for whether Zhang Xueliang would listen to him?

Judging from this attitude, Bao Guowei has a high probability of having no chance.

Maybe I can only take a long-term view, or start from somewhere else?
Thinking of this, the batch of goods that I sent out should have arrived in the Soviet area, right?

When he was about to leave, Zhang Xueliang invited Bao Guowei to have a quick meal with him. Bao Guowei originally wanted to refuse, but he thought that there might be people outside trying to arrest him, so he would be much safer staying with Zhang Xueliang.

It won’t be too late to return to the International Settlement from the French Concession after it gets dark.

Surprisingly, the lunch at the Marshal’s Mansion was not Western style.

Completely different from the surrounding Spanish-style decoration, the white dining table is filled with large plates of Northeastern cuisine.

Sweet and sour crispy pot-baked pork;

A large plate of three fresh vegetables;
Delicious and sour pickled cabbage and pork;
Large chunks of braised pork and beef bones;

The list goes on. The food is not considered luxurious, but in this era, it is already out of reach for ordinary people.

At the table, the young marshal Xiao Liuzi grabbed a large beef bone with both hands and started chewing it in an indecent manner, without any regard for Bao Guowei sitting opposite him. Miss Zhao Si looked at her husband with embarrassment, put a mouthful of potato chips into her mouth, and then said to Bao Guowei very apologetically.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Bingwen. Liuzi is used to eating like this on weekdays."

Bao Guowei waved his hand and said with a smile.

"It's okay. I heard that people from the Northeast are always straightforward. Today I met Han Qing and he is indeed the case."

Putting politics aside, Zhang Xueliang was an extremely easy-going person and someone who respected talent.

Zhang Henshui once satirized Zhang Xueliang as a dandy in "Spring and Autumn Annals of Ming Dynasty".

But Zhang Xueliang was not angry. He also followed Liu Bei's example and visited Zhuge Liang three times.

He admired Zhang Henshui's literary attainments and personally visited him at his home, speaking in a casual manner while wearing military uniform.

"Your last name is Zhang, and mine is Zhang. We were one family 500 years ago, and we will be friends from now on."

He asked Zhang Henshui to join the government three times in a row, but was rejected every time. However, he was not angry about it.

From this we can see that Zhang Xueliang has an extremely good character.

He can do anything, except controlling the huge power that can influence the entire Northeast region and even China.

Zhang Xueliang threw the bone aside, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and said with a smile.

"Bingwen and I really hit it off. Although we have different political philosophies, every conversation with Bingwen has benefited me a lot. From now on, we will be friends!"

Bao Guowei: "."

"Liuzi loves to study, which is true." Miss Zhao Si knew that her husband wanted to recruit Bao Guowei, so she tried to make up for him.

Thinking of a topic, Miss Zhao Si's eyes lit up and said.

"I heard Mr. Bingwen mention the Japanese earlier. It seems that he has done some research on the Japanese. Can you tell us more about them? It will definitely be helpful for the current situation in Northeast China."

Miss Zhao Si has a very good family background and is also very pleasant to talk to.

"That's right." Zhang Xueliang also said with a smile. "Bingwen, you should teach us a good lesson, so that we can learn the character and history of the Japanese. As the saying goes, knowing yourself and the enemy will ensure victory in every battle!"

Putting down his chopsticks, Bao Guowei still likes Northeastern cuisine. At least it is much better than West Lake vinegar fish.

Bao Guowei said modestly: "It's not that I'm taking classes. I just read more books and did more research than most people."

There is just another database in my head.
"Don't be modest. Let's be honest with each other and not engage in empty talk. I will definitely remember what you, Professor Bao Bingwen, have taught me."

Zhang Xueliang said, patting his chest.

Seeing how enthusiastic the two people were, Bao Guowei couldn't refuse. When it comes to studying the Japanese, there is one book that is absolutely indispensable.

"Chrysanthemum and the Sword"

This book can be said to be a classic work that deeply analyzes and studies Japanese culture and national character.

The original work was written by American anthropologist Ruth Benedict and was not published until 1946.

It just so happened that Bao Guowei had almost no works to write.

It's time to put "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword" on the agenda.

Of course, this work has another purpose.

It had only been one year since the Northeast Incident, and Bao Guowei urgently needed to awaken all Chinese people to pay attention to this enemy.

Bao Guowei did not copy the original text completely, but added some of his own ideas.

He took a sip of black tea and came to a conclusion.

"Whether from the perspective of national character, history or culture, the Japanese can be considered a complete freak."

(End of this chapter)