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

Chapter 303: Chrysanthemum and Sword! The Young Marshal's Friendship!

"The Japanese have two sides. One side is their thirst for cultural knowledge. They are good at learning.

When you are stronger than them, the Japanese will behave like polite gentlemen.

Such as the Japanese envoys to Tang Dynasty and the Meiji Restoration are clear evidence of this.
On the other hand, they are extremely traditional, stubborn and conservative. The spirit of Bushido has never changed since it was introduced to Japan during the Tang Dynasty. On the one hand, they can commit suicide for the emperor, the head of the family, and on the other hand, they can betray their monarch for the sake of profit.
During the Edo Shogunate period, the Japanese broke off diplomatic relations with the West for the sake of conservatism, but when the country's doors were forced open, they were extremely easy to adapt to drastic changes.

They can gamble for profit and be brave and fearless, but when there is no hope, they will be cowardly and afraid of death.

"In a sense, Japanese culture and politics are based on shame and group identity."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Xueliang, who was originally confused by the analysis, immediately slammed the table excitedly.

"That's right. The Japanese I met before were all respectful to you on the surface. They looked polite, but they were actually a group of beasts behind the scenes."

Being stationed in the Northeast, Zhang Xueliang would inevitably come into contact with many Japanese, he said with a sneer on his face.

"These people act like cultured people when facing those who are stronger than them, but once they meet those who are weaker than them, they will reveal their nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. This is really shameful."

Zhang Xueliang resonated with this, but Miss Zhao Si was thinking. She frowned, a little puzzled, then looked at Bao Guowei and said.

"Mr. Bingwen, I'm not trying to excuse the Japanese. I just don't understand. I seem to see these characteristics in Chinese people as well. Why do you say they are the characteristics of the Japanese?"

Miss Zhao Si's question is also a question that many people in later generations have after reading "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword".

Even many public intellectuals would use this as a starting point to say something.

"Why do you always focus on other people's shortcomings? Don't you have these problems in your country? Why do you only use these things to make a fuss?"

Bao Guowei smiled and replied.

"Miss Zhao Si has fallen into a misunderstanding."

"Why?"

Miss Zhao Si blinked her bright eyes and tilted her head to listen carefully.

“What we have just discussed is never individuals or some groups, but the entire nation represented by the term Japanese.

Just because you see some individuals like this in the country, it doesn’t mean that all Chinese people are like this. Most Chinese people are like this.

What I just said, that the Japanese bully the weak and fear the strong, and have a contradictory and deformed cultural character trait, is a characteristic that most Japanese have.

do you understand? "

Miss Zhao Si was stunned for a moment, feeling as if she was overwhelmed by abstract thinking.

Zhang Xueliang nodded in agreement.

"Bingwen gave me too many surprises today. I can actually relate to your analysis and feel that Japanese people are like this, but I can't express it so accurately in words.

I can responsibly guarantee that, at least among the Japanese I have come into contact with, most of them conform to what you have described, Bingwen."

Think about it, as they are both intellectuals, Bao Guowei’s performance today is far better than any of the think tanks under his command.

"No wonder everyone says that if you don't meet Bao Bingwen in this life, your life will be in vain."

Miss Zhao Si still didn't quite understand, but when she heard Zhang Xueliang agree, she felt that what he said must be very reasonable, and she couldn't help but flatter him.

The muscles on Bao Guowei's face twitched and he started cursing in his heart.

Which bastard is bringing trouble to me again?
How dare you say such arrogant words to me?
Wouldn't that make him a sitting duck for intellectuals all over the world?

But he still had to be modest and said: "Choosing words and composing sentences, processing knowledge and text, is what a scholar should do, it's nothing."

Seeing Zhang Xueliang and Miss Zhao Si, their eyes were full of "curiosity for knowledge".

Bao Guowei knew that if he didn't reveal more "stuff" today, he would most likely not be able to get away.

It doesn’t matter. This knowledge will always remain in his mind and he can talk about it all day long.

"The Japanese don't actually have their own culture. Their culture comes from the barbarians of ancient times. They were originally backward, ignorant and shameless, but they are good at learning. Since the Three Kingdoms period, they have learned a lot of Chinese culture through various channels."

Bao Guowei smiled helplessly.

"Now our reforms are all based on Japan's example. In fact, for thousands of years, Japan has been based on us!"

"What I'm saying is, why are you so arrogant? Hundreds of years ago, they were our grandchildren!" Zhang Xueliang said with a grin.

Miss Zhao Si nodded in admiration.

"This is the first time we have heard of Mr. Bingwen's knowledge. In the past, domestic scholars' books rarely studied and understood this aspect."

Bao Guowei smiled slightly.

"Knowing yourself and your enemy, you will win every battle. The Japanese used us as their teacher for a long time before the Meiji Restoration, and this is something they themselves agree with."

Thinking of an interesting point, Bao Guowei looked at Zhang Xueliang meaningfully and said.

"During the Tang Dynasty, many Japanese nobles felt that they were inferior to the Chinese because of their poor seed. They even sent their daughters to China to 'borrow seed' and raise them as family heads after returning. Nowadays, many Japanese families have Chinese blood flowing in their paternal genes."

"In a sense, we are the ancestors of the Japanese!"

Zhang Xueliang suddenly burst into laughter.

"Interesting! Really interesting!"

He said with admiration.

"No wonder your novels and articles are so popular, Bingwen. They are both interesting and academic, and are really addictive."

Zhang Xueliang and Miss Zhao Si loved to listen, and Bao Guowei was not stingy in explaining.

He talked about the similarities and differences between Japanese class concepts and traditional Chinese culture, and then talked about the impact of geographical environment on Japanese society.

".This is why the Japanese always show two extremes of indifference and enthusiasm. Only by obeying orders and being driven by the superiors can they gain the recognition of the group. Otherwise, they can only be despised and save face by so-called seppuku."

"They think that committing suicide or stepping down as a recluse can wash away the stigma and win praise after their death, but this is actually an evasion of responsibility."

"This pursuit of extreme moral evaluation has kept the Japanese in a state of extreme tension. Everything has its limits, so the Japanese have become more and more extreme and perverted, pursuing the ultimate senses, such as luxurious Ukiyo-e, and even worse, the perverted expression of humanity in war." Zhang Xueliang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his eyes looking at Bao Guowei became more and more respectful.

Miss Zhao Si, who was standing next to her, noticed this and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. As a wife, she naturally understood.

Zhang Xueliang had a strong interest in literature and often visited some famous literary scholars, but none of them was as intense as this time.

Bao Guowei may have some magical power.

"Mr. Bingwen, the situation in the south is not clear right now. You may not be able to live peacefully in Shanghai. It is better to go to Fengtian with Liuzi, or at least to Beiping. Liuzi can take care of you and prevent you from being persecuted by the thieves."

Miss Zhao Si's words almost revealed Chiang Kai-shek's name.

"Ahem!" Zhang Xueliang coughed twice, signaling his wife not to talk about this anymore, then he looked at Bao Guowei and said with a smile.

"Bingwen, after today's conversation, you are my brother, Zhang Xueliang. If anything, the door to Fengtian will always be open to you. We can discuss any position you want."

Zhang Xueliang was obviously still flirting with Chiang Kai-shek, and it was impossible for him to offend the other party because of Bao Guowei, but the meaning of his words was very clear.

As long as Bao Guoweiken went to the north, Jinling would not dare to touch him.

Bao Guowei was thinking about how to survive in this chaotic world. If that didn't work, he would go to the Soviet area and kick Chang Kai-shen's ass.

Zhang Xueliang gave him another way out.

It is always good to be in a big city. Bao Guowei's main ability now lies in his writing. Only in big cities like Beijing and Shanghai can he demonstrate higher value.

But the time was not right, so he still said it very sincerely.

"Guo Wei appreciates Han Qing and his wife's kindness, but I still have many things to deal with in Shanghai, so I may not leave for the time being."

Seeing that Zhang Xueliang still wanted to persuade him, Bao Guowei explained.

"Thanks to the help of some gentlemen and a nobleman in Peking, Guowei is in good condition now and will not be in any danger for the time being."

"Huh?" Zhang Xueliang showed an expression of surprise on his face.

Then he felt relieved. With Bao Guowei's talent and status, it was impossible for him to just sit there and wait for death.

After this, the relationship between the two people changed subtly.

The feeling of superiority hidden in Zhang Xueliang's heart gradually dissipated. In other words, he truly respected the young man in front of him.

After dinner, Bao Guowei didn't want to stay for long.

Zhang Xueliang wanted to send a few guards with him, but was rejected by Bao Guowei.

Although it was dark, he was surrounded by several guards. Didn't this clearly show that there was something wrong with him?
With my current skills, it would be quite difficult to be caught.

When leaving, Zhang Xueliang did not forget to remind him.

"Brother Bingwen, you must quickly write this book about the Japanese and show it to all the Chinese people. It will surely create a sensation across the country and make more people realize the ugly faces of the Japanese! It will also be of great benefit to the spirit of the nation!"

Bao Guowei smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Sure."

Miss Zhao Si finally couldn't help asking.

"Mr. Bingwen, does this work have a name?"

After thinking for a while, Bao Guowei answered simply and straightforwardly.

“Maybe, let’s call it The Chrysanthemum and the Sword!”

After Bao Guowei drove away, Zhang Xueliang and Miss Zhao Si returned to their room reluctantly.

As soon as he walked into the living room, Zhang Xueliang patted his head and said with great regret.

"Oh, I forgot the most important thing. I had planned to ask Brother Bingwen about the follow-up of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, but he has been delaying the update for so long, it's really making me anxious!"

Zhang Xueliang has always had the habit of reading books, and the popularity of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in the north is no less than that in the south.

I was just having such a great time chatting that I forgot about this matter.

Miss Zhao Si shook her head and said, "Please don't make it difficult for Mr. Bingwen. This is a book about studying the Japanese, and it is also a sequel to The Legend of the Condor Heroes. How can he have time to write so many books? Picking out just one of them is already a height that ordinary writers can hardly reach."

"That's right!" Zhang Xueliang nodded and sat down on the sofa, but saw that Miss Zhao Si was still standing there.

"With such a talented person, why did you hesitate just now, Liuzi? You wanted to save someone from that bald Chang, isn't it easy now?"

"But." Zhang Xueliang had his own concerns. Bao Guowei's matter was indeed somewhat sensitive.

"But what? If anything happens to Mr. Bingwen, it will be China's loss, and you will be the sinner."

This is the first time I see my wife being so fierce for a stranger.

Zhang Xueliang shook his head helplessly, but after thinking about it, he felt that it made some sense, as he always called him brother.

Why don't you want to do it when it happens?

After thinking for a while, he nodded.

"I will send a telegram to Chiang Kai-shek to explain the matter. I, Zhang Xueliang, have Bao Bingwen in my hands! No one can touch him!"

With the Fengtian Army in his hands, Zhang Xueliang really has the confidence!

late at night.

Chiang Kai-shek, who was far away in Nanjing, received countless telegrams and faxes, as well as a phone call from a long-lost old friend.

He looked at the telegram from Zhang Xueliang in his hand again.

Lost in thought.

He didn't forget to curse.

"Niang Xipi!"

(End of this chapter)