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

Chapter 36 I really don’t want to be a great writer

"Guowei, with your current talent for writing, the only way to go is to study literature."

Zhang Taiyan's eyes glowed, and he stared into Bao Guowei's eyes closely and said.

"Nowadays, the people's livelihood in our country is difficult, with internal and external troubles, the trend of worshiping foreign countries and favoring foreign countries is prevalent, and the national self-confidence is lacking, not to mention those in the government who only focus on internal fighting in the face of national crisis. It is simply..."

Bao Guowei's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Zhang Taiyan nervously, as if to say, the old man didn't want to talk too much about this.

Fortunately, Zhang Taiyan later changed the topic back and spoke to Bao Guowei in a serious tone.

"The only one who saves me from China today is the learned and educated."

"From now on, you and I will study literature assiduously, study classics and history intensively, enlighten our people wisely, and build national self-respect and self-reliance. This is the way to save the country."

"Saving the country is beyond the reach of one person and one family. Only by uniting hundreds of millions of our compatriots and working hard forward can we defeat the ambitions of wolves, tigers and leopards!"

Zhang Taiyan's words were precise and sincere, and every word he spoke spoke to Bao Guowei's heart. At this moment, he suddenly felt a little moved.

Brother Xun once wrote in "The Scream": "From that time on, I felt that studying medicine was not an important matter. All the stupid and weak citizens, no matter how strong their bodies and how strong they are, can only do nothing. Materials and spectators for the public display of meaning.”

It was precisely because he saw the ideological poverty of the Chinese people today that he chose to abandon medicine and pursue literature to enlighten the people.

Bao Guowei may have had doubts about his lack of strength before, but what if he became a disciple of Zhang Taiyan and was under his guidance?

Combining the advanced thoughts and articles of famous people from one hundred years ago in one's mind, under the guidance of a master like Zhang Taiyan, it may not be impossible to achieve this goal.

He immediately replied: "Mr. Zhang's words made the students enlightened, but the students still have some questions that need to be answered by Mr. Zhang."

"But it doesn't matter."

Bao Guowei paused, organized his words, and talked about the questions he had been having these days.

“It’s okay to study literature and science, but in this time of national crisis, what can students like me do?

I have read a lot of books, and I feel confident that I have some knowledge, but with my personal strength, I am really unable to grasp it. Every time I think of so many things, I can’t grasp them. "

Hearing these words, Zhang Taiyan was stunned for a moment, then the wrinkles on his face unfolded, he raised his head and laughed.

"Hahahaha, the critical survival of the country and the nation cannot be pinned on you alone. It depends on the joint efforts of hundreds of millions of our citizens."

Then he spoke in detail for Bao Guowei.

"Young people always aim high. Reading wisely and using your talents on a higher platform is what you should do."

"I want you to study in literature, but ultimately I want you to become a talented person. There are too few young people like you nowadays."

“In the south there is Zhou Shuren, who was the first person to write essays in the world, and in the north there is Chen Heshou, who worked at Tsinghua University and was the master of classical culture.

Not to mention people like Lin Yutang, Hu Shizhi, Qian Mu, etc. "

"Do you want to meet these people? Do you want to learn from their knowledge?"

Zhang Taiyan's words made Bao Guowei's blood boil, and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Then how can you live in a corner of Hangzhou?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Continue to write and study literature, study hard, get admitted to National Peking University, go meet those literary giants, and wait until you are successful in your studies during the holidays before you think about this national matter."

Bao Guowei raised his head and looked at the energetic old man. His words suddenly enlightened him. He remembered every word Zhang Taiyan said in his heart, and his eyes suddenly became much clearer.

Afterwards, the two talked about saving the country, Chinese studies, and finally calligraphy and painting.

Fortunately, the knowledge in Bao Guowei's head is vast, and he can accurately respond to almost all the allusions Zhang Taiyan told, which makes Zhang Taiyan extremely happy.

"Okay! Okay! It's been a long time since I've met a guy like you. You can answer all the allusions and passages fluently. You must have put in a lot of hard work."

After saying this, Zhang Taiyan admired Bao Guowei's eyes even more.

But while chatting, Bao Guowei suddenly thought of something and was immediately embarrassed.

Noticing his changes, Zhang Taiyan couldn't help but said strangely: "What's wrong?"

Bao Guowei thought about it again and again, and told the story of being forced to impersonate him in the Qin Mansion and borrowing Zhang Taiyan's reputation in the magazine.

But he didn't specifically say it was "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". Instead, he said that he had contributed a novel.

After listening, Zhang Taiyan was not angry but laughed loudly and said: "I, Zhang Binglin, am not that stingy person. You have a reason for what happened and you complained for your father out of filial piety. It's understandable. As long as you don't steal my name." Just do some illegal things."

"Besides." Zhang Taiyan paused. "Aren't you my student now?"

Hearing Zhang Taiyan's words, Bao Guowei couldn't help but be moved. He immediately stood up, bowed deeply to Zhang Taiyan, and said seriously. “Student Bao Guowei meets his mentor.”

When we walked out of Zhang's Mansion, the sun was already high in the sky. When we first arrived at Zhang's Mansion, it was still bright and I thought it was going to rain. Bao Guowei was still wondering whether to bring an umbrella.

Unexpectedly, when we came out, the sky was already sunny.

"Guowei, I won't let you eat anymore. If that girl Nianyue knows that I accept you as my disciple, she will inevitably make trouble with me again."

Zhang Taiyan stood at the door and said helplessly, with his hands behind his back.

Bao Guowei looked strange, remembering the argument between Zhang Nianyue and the old man about studying literature and science, and he was still her science tutor. He thought that if Zhang Nianyue knew about this, he would only have one idea in his head.

Why did the damn old man steal my house!

After touching his nose, Bao Guowei immediately decided not to tell Zhang Nianyue about this for the time being.

On the way home, Bao Guowei suddenly realized that the burden he placed on himself was too heavy in the past, and he always tried to find ways to achieve success in one step.

For example, I thought about rushing into Fuso Tokyo this year and assuming the throne of the Emperor.

But it is ultimately a delusion. The road must be walked step by step and the meal must be eaten bite by bite.

Do your best.

Now after some instruction from Zhang Taiyan, Bao Guowei figured it out.

Whether you are studying arts or science, entering university or leaving Hangzhou is the first step.

With his current background, it would be difficult to do anything in the society of the Republic of China, so he must have the status of a college student or even an international student.

He will work hard to study literature first, but he will not give up on the path of scientific and technological development.

Just like in a novel about cultivating immortals, if you have cultivated your mental power to the extreme, can your physical skills be left to waste?

Majoring in literature, minoring in literature.

In short, I want them all!

Bao Guowei quickened his pace, feeling relaxed and full of energy.

Shanghai Stock Exchange.

"Times" is named after "The Gentleman and the Time" in "The Book of Rites", which means changing with the times.

The newspaper was founded in 1904. The actual founder was Di Chuqing, a disciple of Kangmen. It was called The Times and was actually the first newspaper of the royalists in the country.

However, after the failure of Yuan Datou's restoration, it was difficult for the royalist faction to become a force. As one of its capable officers was poached one after another, contacts from various channels were also taken away, making it even more difficult to compete with "Shen Shen". Founder Di Chuqing Eventually the newspaper was sold.

Later, Huang Bohui, a wealthy man in the Shanghai Stock Exchange, spent a huge sum of 30,000 yuan to buy the newspaper. He was determined to bring real changes to the Times.

"Jingchang, how are the manuscripts in this issue?"

In the newspaper office, 37-year-old Huang Bohui came to the editorial office early in the morning. In order to keep the Times on track, he had been doing it himself for days.

Zhang Jingchang, the new editor who has only been here for two months, took off his glasses and said with a wry smile on his face.

"There are still no celebrities willing to vote for us. This issue is really not interesting."

"Hi." Huang Bohui sighed, knowing the hardships involved. "At this time, the predecessor of The Times had a political flavor, and the reputation of the royalists was still too bad~"

Although the newspaper has changed owners now, the influence left by the past is still indelible. No matter how much money they spend, today's famous figures in the Republic of China have their own ethics and are unwilling to contribute articles to him.

"At this time, we really need a hit article to improve the reputation of the newspaper!"

Huang Bohui knows the importance of a newspaper's reputation, and he doesn't even have to worry about exposure channels, because these are all problems that can be solved with money.

But an excellent article is something that can be encountered but not sought.

"If anything, Mr. Huang may need to find your friends." Zhang Jingchang knew that Huang Bohui, a wealthy man in Shanghai, had many friends, so he should be able to hook up with a master, right?

"I've already found him. I got Mr. Du's tip and contacted Mr. Zhang Taiyan. However, Mr. Taiyan has a weird temper. It's still unknown whether he can get an appointment for the manuscript!"

Huang Bohui frowned, really unwilling to give up a little bit of hope.

Zhang Jingchang nodded and said: "If it is Mr. Taiyan's article, there may be a chance of improvement."

"Hopefully!"

"I'll go find Mr. Du again and see if I can get Mr. Taiyan to reward me. I'm willing to pay the highest royalties, it's not a problem!"

Huang Bohui firmed up his idea, picked up his suit jacket, and walked outside.

(End of this chapter)