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

Chapter 340: Mr. Qian is a real master? Arrived in Tianjin!

"Of course, I know a lot about Bao Bingwen. He is from Hangzhou. He is very talented despite his young age. He is not only accomplished in literature, but also has some experience in medicine and other fields. He can be regarded as a hero in China today!"

Mr. Qian said with emotion.

Of course, he knew Bao Bingwen. Ever since he discussed the "Seventeen-Year-Old Professor" incident with many professors in Peking last time, Mr. Qian had used his spare time to read all of Bao Bingwen's deeds and works.

Thinking of Bao Guowei's works, Mr. Qian seemed to open up and said, shaking his head.

"Bingwen is indeed a great man, but to say that he can change China is still a little short of the mark. His works are spiritual and often full of fantastic ideas. He created a whole new art school, but in the end, he has more youthful vigor and less maturity."

Once the discussion started, Mr. Qian did not hesitate to share his insights.

"I heard that Bingwen caused a huge uproar in the United States when he won the last Pulitzer Prize. First, the Pulitzer Prize selection was postponed for several months. Later, he refused to accept the Pulitzer Prize, which caused an uproar in the American literary world."

He said somewhat helplessly.

"This Bao Bingwen could have been famous all over the world, but he was a little petty after all, and ended up with mixed reputations both at home and abroad."

Bao Guowei found it interesting to hear others evaluate him in person, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Sir, don't you know that Bao Bingwen has excusable circumstances? I heard that his mentor Zhang Taiyan is now seriously ill in Gusu. In order to save his mentor, even the Pulitzer Prize is not a big deal, right?"

"That's exactly what I'm talking about," Mr. Qian said. "I went to Hangzhou this time to visit Mr. Taiyan. He is my teacher, so there is no reason not to go. But I also know that Mr. Taiyan's lung disease cannot be cured overnight. It can be said to be a terminal illness."

Mr. Qian was somewhat moved and his face darkened.

“I talked with Mr. Taiyan and could sense his disappointment that Bingwen did not go to receive the award.

Bingwen is not a doctor. If he can receive this award and fulfill the old man's lifelong wish, wouldn't it be better than accompanying him?
It's a pity that I didn't meet Bingwen and couldn't have a good talk with him."

Bao Guowei looked at the other person in surprise.

After Zhang Taiyan fell ill, many of his students and former officials came to visit him. As a disciple, Mr. Qian naturally went to see him as well.

I was traveling between the two places in a hurry, so it was normal that I missed meeting Mr. Qian.

As for the other party's point of view, it depends on one's opinion.

Bao Guowei also did not intend to defend himself.

After a while, the two talked about Bao Guowei, then domestic literature, and then the development of American literature.

We talked about almost everything.

Mr. Qian had originally been at loggerheads with Bao Guowei, but now he had to be impressed by the other party's knowledge.

For a moment, Mr. Qian began to suspect that the young man in front of him might be...
But when he thought that this was a train to Tianjin, he gave up the idea.

In any case, Bao Bingwen shouldn't be here, right?
Bao Bingwen took the trouble to communicate with this gentleman and he really enjoyed the process.

Even though Mr. Qian's ideas are somewhat radical, it cannot conceal his greatness.

Bao Guowei still remembers that his conversation with Xun Ge'er in history directly led to the birth of a great writer.

Brother Xun raised his questions under the old locust tree.

“Suppose there is an iron house without any windows and which is impossible to break down, and there are many people sleeping inside, who will soon suffocate to death. However, as they fall into a deep sleep and die, they do not feel the sorrow of dying.

Now you are shouting loudly, awakening a few more sober people, causing these unfortunate few to suffer the pain of irreparable death. Do you think you are doing them justice?"

Mr. Qian replied: "But since a few people have risen up, you can't say there is no hope of destroying this iron house."

Just this short sentence touched Xun Ge'er's heart, and it was as if he suddenly got enlightened, and from then on he couldn't stop.

How could Bao Guowei not respect such a gentleman?

When it came to European history, Mr. Qian was completely convinced, he exclaimed.

"My dear friend, your comments on Peter the Great of Russia really make me regret that I met you too late. This trip is not a waste of my time!"

He took a sip of the already cold tea in the kettle and laughed happily.

Bao Guowei nodded and said.

"No fight, no acquaintance. I have been chatting with you for such a long time, but you and I haven't introduced ourselves yet. How about we get to know each other?"

"Very good!" Mr. Qian said, sitting cross-legged. "My last name is Qian. As I said before, my name is Doubt of Antiquity, and I am dedicated to breaking down all traditional ideas of 'only the ancients are trustworthy'."

Money doubts about ancient times?
Bao Guowei opened his mouth in surprise. He originally wanted to confront the other party.

But I didn't expect that this old guy actually used a pseudonym.

Even if it is a pseudonym, Bao Guowei is also clear that Yi Gu, whose full name is Yi Gu Xuan Tong, is the pseudonym of this gentleman.

But his real identity is the famous Qian Xuantong!

After thinking about it, Bao Guowei also understood.

Who doesn’t have a few extra vests when going out?
Qian Xuantong was not a fool, and it was impossible for him to open his heart to someone he had just met for a while.

In this day and age, it is better to be safe than sorry!

In that case, Bao Guowei cupped his hands and said with a smile, "My name is Zhou Mingcheng!"

The journey was long. During the Republic of China period, there was no way to get from Suzhou to Tianjin.

Passengers departing from Suzhou must first reach Jinling, then take a ferry across the Yangtze River to reach the Jinpu Railway.

This is an important railway connecting North China and East China.

Bao Guowei and Qian Xuantong had a very pleasant conversation and talked about almost everything.

Both of them tacitly agreed not to investigate each other's identity and only had academic discussions.

Therefore, even if you transfer, you still buy the tickets together.

When they were having a great time chatting, Qian Xuantong couldn't help but sigh.

"Mingcheng, are you really not going to go to Peking with me? Although you are only 25 years old now, it is not difficult for you to become a lecturer."

Qian Xuantong naturally had to return to Peiping. After seeing Zhou Mingcheng, he couldn't help but feel that he valued his talent.

Bao Guowei smiled and bowed, thinking about the moment he met this gentleman at Peking University in the future and the gentleman's expression after he knew his true identity, he found it interesting.

Then he refused and said.

"Sir, don't mention it again. I am going to Tianjin for urgent matters. If I have the chance, I will definitely go to Peking University to seek advice from you."

Seeing the other party's firm attitude, Qian Xuantong could not insist and could only nod.

"Okay, Mingcheng, you must come!"

The train stopped and started along the way, and finally arrived at Tianjin Railway Station after two days and one night.

Qian Xuantong and Bao Guowei got off the bus together. He wanted to go to Peiping, so he needed to get off the bus and change trains.

At Tianjin Railway Station, the two officially parted ways.

Qian Xuantong bowed and said, "Brother Mingcheng, please take care of yourself. I will wait for you at Peking University from now on. Let's debate for three days and three nights."

Bao Guowei smiled and nodded.

"Be sure to keep your appointment!"

Before leaving, Bao Guowei gave the other party several hundred silver dollars. He knew that Peking University teachers nowadays had very tight incomes and he didn't know how long his salary had been in arrears.

This money must be necessary for the other party.

After postponing it once or twice, Qian Xuantong saw along the way how generous the other party was and finally accepted it because he was really short of money.

When leaving, he couldn't help but bow and said with emotion.

"Brother Mingcheng! I will always remember this friendship and will definitely return the money I borrowed from you in the future."

After leaving Tianjin Railway Station.

Qian Xuantong immediately found a newsstand. The newsboy searched for a long time before handing him a newspaper and said.

"Here! This is the photo of Mr. Bao Bingwen."

Qian Xuantong looked at the blurry face of the young man in a suit on the newspaper and couldn't recognize his specific features.

Only that iconic slicked-back hair is impressive.

But this image is very different from the Zhou Mingcheng on the train, right?

He sighed.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it?"

Riding in a rickshaw, Bao Guowei finally found Mr. Hou Debang's residence.

Three years ago, Mr. Hou Debang had already served as the chief engineer of Yongli Chemical Industry Company and the director of Tanggu Alkali Factory.

In 1930, if you wanted to find Hou Debang in Tianjin, you would definitely go to the Tanggu Soda Factory.

Bao Guowei looked up at the plaque in front of him, adjusted his hat, and walked towards the security guard at the door.

Cao Yanhai took the lead and handed over a letter and asked.

"Is your Director Hou here? Please introduce me to him."

The security guard frowned, looked Cao Yanhai up and down, and said with some displeasure.

"Who are you? What do you want to see Director Hou for?"

Bao Guowei pulled, and Cao Yanhai, who was always reckless, stepped forward and said.

"I am Bao Guowei. Please tell Director Hou that I was introduced by Mr. Taiyan."

(End of this chapter)