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

Chapter 321 Cao Yu’s epiphany? The significance of penicillin!

After coming out of the theater, Cao Yu met Wang Wenxian at the door.

He couldn't find his mentor in the theater no matter what he did, but he didn't expect that he was waiting for him at the door.

Wang Wenxian was wearing a gentleman's hat and round-framed glasses with lenses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle. He looked at Cao Yu with a smile on his face and said.

"There were too many people inside, so I came out to wait for you, but I didn't expect to have waited for you for so long."

Cao Yu suddenly felt his nose sore, and when he saw Wang Wenxian's dusty appearance, tears immediately welled up in his eyes.

"Sir, I finally did it!"

Cao Yu took a step forward and spoke excitedly in front of Wang Wenxian, like a child seeking credit.

Wang Wenxian could naturally understand his feelings, and kept nodding and saying, "I saw it all, I saw it all."

Wang Wenxian’s ancestral home is Kunshan. He was born into an overseas Chinese family in London, England on a day in the forty-sixth year of his birth.

He received education abroad for a long time, at schools such as the University of London and Harvard University, majoring in drama.

He is good at English writing and satirical drama. His works include but are not limited to "To Surrender" and "Dream of Beijing".

If Hong Shen is a master of Shanghai drama, then this one is a master of Peking drama.

Even Hong Shen and Cao Yu were his students.

Hearing the teacher's praise, Cao Yu felt that he couldn't be happier at that moment. A smile spread across his face. All the grievances he had suffered in the Shanghai Stock Market in the past disappeared in his mind.

It's all worth it.

"However." As a master of satirical drama, Wang Wenxian would naturally not be like other audiences who would just keep shouting words like "666" and "awesome". He smiled and looked at Cao Yu and said.

"But do you know why this play became so popular?"

“Why did it become so popular?”

Cao Yu was somewhat puzzled by the other party's question. Wasn't it just premiered? How did it become so popular?

But think about it, given the situation of the premiere, it is only a matter of time before it becomes a hit.

He already had several answers in his mind, and he said without hesitation: "It's nothing more than a few points. The story is exciting, the gimmicks are full, the format is novel, and of course there is the influence of Mr. Bingwen and the support of all the gentlemen."

When talking about Bao Guowei, Cao Yu felt a little embarrassed. After all, although he was the one who rehearsed this drama, in fact most of the plot and performance details were reminded by Bao Guowei.

Cao Yu scratched his head and said to Wang Wenxian sincerely, "Sir, I think Mr. Bingwen is a first-class genius in the world. Perhaps we can let him join in the creation of the drama, and he will definitely be able to carry forward our Chinese drama industry in the future."

"Do you think I don't know this?" Wang Wenxian smiled and shook his head, tapping Cao Yu's head. "Do you know how many people want Bao Guowei to join their business? Didn't Hong Shen try it too?"

Scratching his head, Cao Yu felt that what Wang Wenxian said made sense. Bao Guowei was like a master key, showing talent in almost every field. Everyone wanted him to join their field, but he only had one field of his own and had never compromised.

"You don't understand success deeply enough. If you lose Bao Bingwen's help next time, can you still stage a play like The Shawshank Redemption?"

Wang Wenxian's questions struck Cao Yu's heart.

Cao Yu widened his eyes. He had never thought about this question before.

Indeed, my own ideas about success are just a cursory imagination, and what I described above are too superficial.

How can it be reproduced?
Thinking of this, Cao Yu's face became serious. He cupped his hands and said to Wang Wenxian.

"Please enlighten me, sir!"

Wang Wenxian nodded and then said.

"If I were you, the first thing I would do would not be to be happy, but to reflect."

"Reflection?" Cao Yu frowned.

"Yes, what is the reason for the success of this play? If I don't even know this, is this play really successful because of your own strength?"

Cao Yu was very frank about this. He spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Sir, it is obvious that this play is the work of Mr. Bingwen. I am just adding icing on the cake."

Wang Wenxian reminded.

“So what you should think about is how to learn the essence of it, apply it, and make it your own next time.”

"Practice what you learn."

Cao Yu opened his eyes wide, as if he had been enlightened. To be honest, Cao Yu could learn the theoretical aspects of drama through data, and as for the practical aspects of drama, he could become proficient through rehearsal after rehearsal.

But the underlying learning methods and ideas are completely different.

Just listen to Wang Wenxian continue speaking.

"In my opinion, there is only one reason why Bao Bingwen's work, as well as his previous works, have been successful: he has grasped the hearts of the current audience!"

Wang Wenxian took a deep breath and elaborated on the analysis hidden in his heart.

"First of all, the play is set against the backdrop of the warlord era, and expounds on themes such as freedom, hope, and redemption. The oppressive environment of the prison can be compared to the current situation, but the protagonist Andy is not like the current government, nor like many of the superiors on this land. He did not give up hope, and not only redeemed himself, but also redeemed others."

Wang Wenxian showed a gratified expression on his face and spoke with praise.

"You and those young actors are all good talents. With a good script, we also need good actors and good directors like you to present the entire play in its entirety."

The master is worthy of being a master. After Wang Wenxian’s analysis, Cao Yu felt that the picture in front of him suddenly became brighter.

Things that I didn't understand before seem to be revealed in my mind.

He said with a little excitement: "Even so, Mr. Bingwen also gave us some tips on narrative techniques. The non-linear narrative technique used in the play has increased the suspense and appeal of the story."

Cao Yu's mouth was dry, but that didn't stop him from continuing his analysis.

"Also, we used to focus on what dramas express, wanting to be the voice of ordinary audiences and speak for them. In fact, this is wrong. The real story is not about teaching the audience what to watch, but about presenting everything the audience wants to see, especially presenting stories that they can empathize with. This is the key to success and the key to resonance."

Cao Yu's analysis surprised Wang Wenxian a little, but this surprise only lasted for a while.

He patted the other person's shoulder and nodded with satisfaction.

I almost forgot that Cao Yu was also a genius discovered by me, but his brilliance was not as bright compared to that of Bao Guowei.

But after a few words of advice, he seemed to have "enlightened"?

Wang Wenxian was very happy, and he added: "One more thing, unlike ordinary plays, the play that Bao Bingwen asked you to rehearse pays more attention to the visual experience, music and props details, which are the key to making readers empathize more."

"That's it! That's how it should be!"

Cao Yu excitedly grabbed Wang Wenxian's arm and spoke with a gleam in his eyes.

"I understand, sir. I understand everything."

Understanding of art often seems to be "mysterious", just like the enlightenment in Longchang, the experience and understanding accumulated over a long period of time must explode in a moment of "inspiration" and then reach another level. At this moment, Cao Yu, the future drama master, seems to have really achieved "epiphany" in his understanding of drama after experiencing so much.

"Bao Bingwen, Bao Bingwen." Wang Wenxian kept repeating the name, thinking that this person was really amazing, and he couldn't help but say.

"What is so attractive about him?"

But he asked and answered himself.

“Observing all of this person’s works, I can see that he has achieved one thing in all of them, that is, he did not create for the sake of creation, but he truly understood it. In fact, this understanding is not as superficial as other creators, but more profound. I seem to have seen the future.”

After thinking a lot, he spoke to Cao Yu seriously.

"Jiabao, I have never met Bao Bingwen, but my intuition tells you that following him is definitely the best choice for you!"

Cao Yu was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face again. Even if Wang Wenxian didn't say so, he would have done so.

"Jiabao, where is Bao Bingwen now? We have been talking here for a long time, but we have forgotten the protagonist of this play. Let's go and talk to him. Maybe we can gain more from him."

Wang Wenxian patted his head. He was too excited just now and forgot the most crucial point.

But seeing that Cao Yu seemed a little embarrassed, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"What's wrong? Doesn't Bao Bingwen want to see me?"

"That's not the case." Cao Yu sighed and explained, "Sir, you are too late. Mr. Bingwen is no longer in Hangzhou."

"what?"

Afterwards, Cao Yu briefly recounted to Wang Wenxian what had happened to Zhang Taiyan.

The latter also showed a look of shock on his face after hearing that Zhang Taiyan was seriously ill.

"Something happened to Mr. Taiyan?"

The voice couldn't help but tremble.

In Beijing and in China, Zhang Taiyan's influence is enormous.

"Do you really want to do this, Professor Fang?"

Bao Guowei, who was mistaken by Fang Xinchuan as a student, followed him into the laboratory. It was not until he pulled up his sleeves that Bao Guowei discovered that the other party's arms were covered with infected scars, so dense that it made his scalp tingle.

Fang Xinchuan raised his eyes and said with a hint of bitterness on his lips.

"There is no other way. There are no experimental subjects. I have no choice but to use myself for the experiment. Professor Tang and I take turns to be the guinea pigs. If the other one falls ill, there is still one person to take care of him. Fortunately, your drug direction is correct. That's why we are both alive today."

When he talked about the latter part, the bitterness on Fang Xinchuan's face turned into a smile.

Seeing the other party's performance, Bao Guowei was suddenly speechless. It turned out that scientists are all crazy.

Especially when they see the hope of achieving scientific research results, they are almost willing to sacrifice their lives to achieve it.

Bao Guowei couldn't help but complain.

"You have mistaken me for a homeless person. If you don't know me, you might be tortured."

Fang Xinchuan didn't care at all. He chuckled and said.

"It was all worth it. The research on penicillin was of great importance. Apart from Professor Tang and I, almost no one else knew about it. We both understood the importance of penicillin and were determined to do it even at the cost of our lives."

Bao Guowei looked up at the building. In this remote mountain forest, two scientists were staying here for the well-being of millions of people.

In this regard, even if Bao Guowei was the person who brought the concept of penicillin to this time and space in advance, he is not as good as these two people.

He sighed and raised his head, letting the wind blow into his eyes. This way, his moist eyes looked more natural.

At this time, a voice came from outside the door.

"Mr. Bao, I thought you had forgotten about us two savages!"

The two of them looked outside the door. Who else could that man be, with that messy hair and greasy face, but Tang Feifan?

This former professor at Shanghai Medical College, who graduated from Harvard University with a top degree in virology, has now become like this because of his research.

When he saw Bao Guowei, he smiled, pulled up his arm clothes and showed them to Bao Guowei.

"Bingwen, I haven't seen you for almost two months. Come and take a look at our latest results. The penicillin project you proposed has been greatly advanced. Breakthroughs have been made in key purification and production details. Subsequent research will be even faster."

Bao Guowei leaned over and looked at the cut on Tang Feifan's arm. There were still signs of infection on the cut made by the knife, but the infected wound was healing well.

The two of them took out a white glass bottle of reagents and a small bottle of white crystalline powder from the laboratory.

These are all purified forms of penicillin.

Fang Xinchuan said excitedly: "Bingwen, we followed the method you suggested and achieved the key step of penicillin purification! The harmful impurities were basically separated, and then the temperature was maintained at around degrees Celsius using the constant temperature equipment you drew. The potato mixture after pasteurization has a miraculous effect on the production of penicillin! With your suggestion, we can get twice the result with half the effort. The follow-up is to go through experiments again and again, and finally form a complete pharmaceutical process!"

Tang Feifan also nodded and said, "Professor Fang and I have injected penicillin many times, and the allergic problem you mentioned has not occurred again, and the wound is no longer infected. I think it has been a great success."

But after he finished speaking, he noticed that there was no joy on Bao Guowei's face, but rather a hint of bitterness.

"What's wrong, Bingwen? Are there any other problems with this experiment?" Fang Xinchuan couldn't help but ask with some confusion.

Bao Guowei shook his head and bowed to the two of them.

"There is no problem with the experiment. Guowei admires your scientific spirit. I am grateful for your contribution so that patients can be helped in the future. However..."

He sighed, and finally couldn't help but tell Zhang Taiyan that he was seriously ill.

"Mr. Taiyan is my mentor, and I have to save him, so I want you two to help."

In fact, Bao Guowei set a rule at the beginning that no matter what happened, penicillin could not be used by anyone until it was fully researched.

The reason is very simple. Once this door is opened, it can never be closed and the secret of penicillin will spread like wildfire.

Tang Feifan and Fang Xinchuan looked at each other and frowned.

Naturally, they would not forget the rules set by Bao Guowei before.

Everyone knows that penicillin is something that changes the world and its invention will be epoch-making.

But such an invention is definitely not something that a weak country like the Republic of China can possess.

No one knows whether the development of penicillin is really beneficial to the country and the nation.

Suddenly, Tang Feifan took a step forward and spoke righteously.

"No!"

(End of this chapter)