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

Chapter 369: Medical Pioneer Xiang Songmao? For the Future of Chinese Characters!
Back to the Shanghai Stock Exchange again.

Bao Guowei was less anxious than he was on his previous journey and more relaxed.

After getting off the train, a burst of bustling atmosphere immediately hit me. Compared with Suzhou, Shanghai at this time was much more prosperous.

There is a lot of traffic and a lot of pedestrians.

When passing by the Huangpu River, large and small ships are coming and going, the sound of whistles rises and falls on the water, and the river breeze brings a smell of earth from time to time.

There are many Western-style buildings standing on the edge of the Bund. There are well-dressed gentlemen wearing gentleman hats and holding civilized walking sticks. There is not a trace of dust on their bodies, and their leather shoes are shiny.

From time to time, there would be rickshaw drivers pulling customers through the streets and alleys.

Faced with him, the ladies and socialites in cheongsam and heavy makeup could only lower their heads and dared not look directly at each other.

"Yoha~"

Cao Yanhai, who was sitting in the car, couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene.

"I haven't seen this kind of scene for a while. It seems that after the Central Plains War, the wealthy young men and women who used to hide their heads now dare to go out."

In the past, Cao Yanhai might have felt a little inferior when facing these people, but now that he has followed Bao Guowei, he has long since stopped taking these people seriously.

He commented with the attitude of a bystander.

"They can't hold it back any longer. After a tense situation, there will always be a period of indulgence. The upper class in Shanghai can't wait to release the pressure they have been holding for so long."

"Hey! In this era, people live for the moment and who knows when they will die!" Cao Yanhai said with emotion.

Bao Guowei glanced at him and said playfully, "What's the matter, Lao Cao, do you want to join them too?"

Cao Yanhai shuddered, and with a righteous expression on his face, he said, "Master, why do you think so? Am I that kind of degenerate person? Although we are rich now, and although I am a little lustful, I also know that these people are mostly parasites to the country and the nation. How can I associate with them?"

Seeing the other party's serious look, Bao Guowei couldn't help but find it funny.

But he was right in saying one thing.

In this era, if you want to find the Republic of China that conforms to the impressions in later film and television works, you must come to Shanghai. In Shanghai, you must come to this foreign concession.

But this is just a small part of this era, between these tall buildings, amidst the drunkenness and decadence, in the ballroom of the Paramount.

The happiness of the young master and his wife is built on the displacement, hunger and poverty of countless people.

People died in wars, diseases, floods, plagues, and high temperatures.
Seeing a dead body on the streets of Shanghai might just be a common occurrence.

There is even a special department whose sole purpose is to promptly collect the bodies of people who have lost their lives lying on the streets.

The Republic of China was such an era.

As the carriage moved forward, as expected, Bao Guowei and Cao Yanhai saw a different scene.

On the dock, the sea breeze was accompanied by a foul odor. No one knew whether it came from the sewer or the workers' wounds. Everyone passing by had to cover their mouths and noses.

The ragged workers still wore shorts to cover the vital parts of their bodies even in October.

They were dark-skinned and thin, and they worked together to turn the capstan and load and unload cargo.

"One two! One two!"

As calls in various accents echoed on the dock, beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling.

Those who were slow were immediately beaten and scolded by the foreman.

Even so, they are considered lucky, as they have enough energy to work and can find a job to survive.

Cao Yanhai was somewhat moved. Once upon a time, he was also one of them. Now after following Bao Guowei, everything was different.

But Bao Guowei asked, "I asked you to know about the situation of the disaster victims in the Central Plains last time."

Cao Yanhai was stunned for a moment, remembering the task Bao Guowei had assigned to him before. For him, asking him to collect written materials might be harder than climbing to the sky, but asking him to inquire everywhere was the strong point of people who traveled around the world.

So Cao Yanhai briefly recounted what he knew.

"According to my understanding, there haven't been a large number of refugees in our Jiangnan area recently. However, due to the war in the past two years, quite a number of refugees have poured in. The largest number of refugees are naturally in Shanghai, but this is a common situation in Shanghai."

Cao Yanhai hesitated for a moment and continued.

"However, due to the continuous wars and the unfair policies of the government, many people in Jiangnan area, such as Shanghai, Suzhou, Hangzhou, etc., are unemployed.

When they lose their jobs, they will think of coming to Shanghai to find work. Many of them sell their bodies, become beggars, or die on the docks.

He shook his head and said, "Master, you don't know how many beggars there are in Shanghai now."

"How much?" Bao Guowei asked with a frown.

"More than 20,000 people, and this is just a rough estimate. I also heard that a female student who graduated from a prestigious school in Jinling also became a beggar for various reasons."

Seeing Bao Guowei was silent, Cao Yanhai couldn't help but comfort him, "Master, don't worry. This is normal in every dynasty. I've been listening to storytelling recently and heard that there were mostly refugees in the Ming Dynasty, and uprisings basically never stopped in the Qing Dynasty. Maybe it's still good now. The world has always been like this."

For a moment, Bao Guowei felt as if his soul had been sucked out of him, and asked a question that was inexplicably caused him to ask.

"Is it always right?"

The current situation in the Republic of China is like a big ship that is leaking everywhere. If you block it here, it will leak there again.

But even so, there is still a group of insects causing damage and using the "planks" to exchange for their own interests.

Thinking of this, Bao Guowei admired the pioneers of this era even more.

It is easy to say that there is no construction without destruction.

But it’s too difficult to do.

With such feelings, Bao Guowei and Cao Yanhai finally arrived at Xiang Songmao's building.

Shanghai Xinya Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd.

In this building hidden in the concession, Bao Guowei found Xiang Songmao in his office on the top floor.

He was wearing a long gown and a mandarin jacket, had a gaunt face, a determined gaze, was of medium build, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

A very classic image of an intellectual in the Republic of China.

As soon as he saw Bao Guowei, Xiang Songmao immediately stood up from his desk and came to greet him.

The guard had already reported it before, so he was naturally prepared.

Xiang Songmao said enthusiastically: "Seeing is believing. I have heard of Bingwen's great name for a long time. Today I see that it is indeed true. Come on, come on, sit down quickly, and let the two of us brothers have a good chat."

As expected of a businessman, after just a few words, Xiang Songmao and Bao Guowei were already calling each other brothers.

Bao Guowei nodded with a strange look on his face. The gentleman in front of him was already fifty years old, and it always felt a little weird for him to call him brother.

At his age, he could be my own father.

But it doesn't matter, Bao Guowei is used to it, he nodded.

"Sir, you are too kind. Without your help, Guowei really doesn't know what to do."

This is absolutely true. From the advent of allicin to the production of the "iron lung", it would have been almost impossible for Bao Guowei to achieve this alone without Xiang Songmao's help.

Xiang Songmao waved his hand and said, "Bingwen, you don't have to do this. I am not without selfish motives. The techniques you taught me have also brought a lot of profits to my company. The two of us have a mutually beneficial relationship. I will not give you less than the 30% net profit dividend we agreed on."

Xiang Songmao is responsible for the raw material procurement, production and processing, sales channels, etc. of allicin.

Giving 30% of the profit is already very fair. Bao Guowei nodded slightly. He already had nearly 100,000 yuan in savings, most of which came from the overseas sales of works such as "The Godfather" and "To Live".

Originally, Bao Guowei thought it was a lot.

But after seeing the scene on the street just now, he felt that his hundred thousand dollars was just a drop in the bucket.

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Xiang Songmao specifically mentioned that the "iron lung" will be put on the market as soon as possible so that most hospitals in the country can use it.

In his words, this is a major event to save the country and the people.

After talking for a while, Xiang Songmao found that the other party's purpose did not seem to be this, so he asked with a smile.

"Mr. Bingwen seems to have other purposes for coming here today."

Bao Guowei nodded and said, "Mr. Xiang is very smart. I have a new business here and I would like Mr. Xiang to help me run it."

"Business?" Xiang Songmao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Bao Guowei could come up with a business idea.

To be honest, allicin and the "iron lung" are already amazing inventions. Anyone who invents one of them can rely on the patented technology to live the rest of his life in peace.

But Bao Guowei kept coming up with new ideas, and I thought of the joint alkali production method that Bao Guowei had developed in Tianjin some time ago.

Xiang Songmao is full of expectations for Bao Guowei's follow-up.

"Mr. Xiang, please take a look." Bao Guowei pushed the general situation of the Mingkuai typewriter that he had obtained from Lin Yutang to the other party.

"Typewriter?" Xiang Songmao was a little surprised when he saw the title, and then he began to read it carefully.

Bao Guowei said: "I heard that Mr. Xiang also planned to invest in other industries. Mr. Lin Yutang has put a lot of effort into this Mingkuai typewriter and wants to find a reliable industrial tycoon to cooperate with."

He was a little embarrassed.

"The only person I'm thinking of is you, Mr. Xiang."

Bao Guowei was also very direct. He knew Xiang Songmao inside and out, so he was naturally open-hearted.

After seeing this introduction and hearing Bao Guowei's words, Xiang Songmao couldn't help but be moved.

He put the materials aside and said with emotion.

"I am not a linguistics or mechanics major, but I can see the potential of the Mingkai typewriter. In the past, people always said that Chinese characters were far behind English.

A big reason for this is that Chinese character printing and creation does not have its own simple and fast system.

I think the advent of this typewriter will put an end to such talk!"

Xiang Songmao waved his fist and said excitedly.

But it seemed as if he had let out a breath of anger.

He continued, "It is really exciting. Mr. Lin Yutang has created a new world for Chinese character input and opened up a new situation for our Chinese character culture!"

Looking at the other person's passionate appearance, Bao Guowei could tell that this gentleman was a man of passion.

Unfortunately, this gentleman died too early in the subsequent war of resistance.

I was thinking in my head how to remind Xiang Songmao or protect him.

But I heard Xiang Songmao's voice in my ears.

"Brother Bingwen? Brother Bingwen! I have already agreed. What are your plans? Let's discuss the subsequent production plan."

Bao Guowei didn't expect the other party to agree so quickly, and immediately said with a smile.

"I don't know anything about industry, so I'll leave it to you, sir."

By the time Bao Guowei left the company, it was already evening, and Xiang Songmao wanted to keep them for dinner.

But Bao Guowei declined on the grounds that they had already agreed.

It wasn't that he did it on purpose, but he had already made an appointment with Xun Ge'er in a letter.

After arriving in Shanghai, I went to his home to talk with him.

Bao Guowei was a little excited as he hadn't seen Xun Ge'er for a long time.

In a sense, Xun Ge'er is Bao Guowei's spiritual support in this world. Every time he sees his tough and sharp words and comments, Bao Guowei feels that he is full of strength.

Xiang Songmao has been an entrepreneur for a long time, so he is naturally very familiar with the matter of setting up a factory.

Bao Guowei had nothing to worry about leaving it to him.

This has been made clear during the conversation just now.

There are three main investors, and Xiang Songmao is the one who takes the lead in promoting the construction of the factory. It is not easy for him in this regard.

The factory land and even the equipment under Xiang Songmao can be used immediately at the command.

Bao Guowei invested 50,000 yuan and Lin Yutang invested 20,000 yuan to participate in the newly established subsidiary, specializing in Mingkuai typewriters.

The specific contract needs to wait until Lin Yutang comes to discuss it.

However, after Bao Guowei's suggestion, the factory site was initially set in Pudong.

It's getting dark.

No. 132, Lane 9, Shanyin Road, a three-story building.

Xun Ge'er still liked the residence here, and even though Bao Guowei prepared a residence for him in the concession, he still moved here.

It was dark now, but there were no lights on in the house.

Bao Guowei was a little surprised. Could it be that Brother Xun had gone out?

But the meeting was agreed upon in the letter to be today, and given Xun'er's personality, it is impossible for him to break the promise.

After some hesitation, Bao Guowei finally pressed the doorbell.

After a long time, no one came out. Just when he was about to leave, a figure ran out of the house.

It was only after he entered that Bao Guowei discovered that this was Xun Ge'er's wife Xu Guangping.

When Xu Guangping saw that it was Bao Guowei, she was obviously relieved and then opened the door.

Bao Guowei asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Sister-in-law, what happened to Mr. Zhou? Why are you so careful?"

"Hey! Come with me." Xu Guangping explained as she led the way for Bao Guowei. "There's a special guest at home. Every time Xun Ge'er comes, he tells me to be careful and pretend that no one is home. I was really scared when I heard someone knocking on the door just now. Fortunately, it was you."

"what?"

After hearing this, Bao Guowei was even more confused. He suppressed his doubts and silently followed Xu Guangping to the inner room.

After going around in circles for a few times, I actually arrived at the basement of Xun Ge'er's house.

Bao Guowei had been here for so long, but he had no idea that there was a secret basement in Xun Ge'er's house.

"Mr. Zhou, please help convey these information."

A male voice with a Japanese accent coming from inside the room really scared Bao Guowei.

(End of this chapter)