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

Chapter 401 Such news? The current situation of London slums!

"The oriental magical writer Bao Guowei comes to the UK for pilgrimage!"

When he saw this title, the corners of Bao Guowei's mouth twitched.

What is this all about?
The former is not a big deal. Bao Guowei has become accustomed to these Westerners labeling him as "magical".

But what the hell is a “pilgrimage”?

I can only say that Britain is worthy of being the birthplace of the Saxons. Even its arrogant attitude is so fresh and refined.

He originally came here for exchange and study and to participate in the selection of the French Goncourt Prize, but suddenly he ended up coming to the UK for a pilgrimage.

Which saint to worship? The Queen or the Prime Minister?
Looking at the report in the article again, Bao Guowei suddenly wanted to laugh.

Even many of his own works have achieved considerable influence in Europe, earned him huge financial income, and been reported by many authoritative local European newspapers.

He still cannot be considered a great writer in the eyes of Westerners.

Although Bao Guowei is only seventeen years old, he has already achieved remarkable achievements in various fields. In the field of history alone, he has been recognized by countless masters in the industry.

But even so, it still cannot be recognized by the mainstream voice in the West.

It is even given the title of a "pilgrimage" to the West, which is really laughable.

Zhang Nianyue didn't recognize all the English words, but when she saw the abbreviation of Bao Guowei's name, she still felt that the people of London were welcoming Bao Guowei's arrival, so she seemed very excited at first.

Now, after knowing the content of the newspaper, he couldn't hold back the expression on his face.

She said angrily: "These Londoners are really rude. What is a pilgrimage? We are not Catholics or Christians. It is annoying to treat academic exchanges as pilgrimages."

Zhang Nianyue's joy about buying clothes also disappeared.

She even recalled what had happened in London these days.

It can be said that even if they don’t say it on the surface, many Londoners still retain deep hostility towards people with Asian faces.

If they were not well-dressed, they would probably even bully the homeless people on the street.

Cao Yanhai said in a muffled voice: "Damn it, these shitty London foreigners always think they are the best in the world and always think that others can't compare to them.

My master is one of the best scholars in the country, but now in his mouth, it has become a "pilgrimage". These British people are in economic collapse, I don't know what they are proud of. "

"Before the world war more than a decade ago, Britain could still be called the empire on which the sun never sets, so the arrogance in these people's bones is understandable." Bao Guowei said with a smile. "But after that, Britain has lost its position in all fields in the world. The economic depression and various domestic conflicts have drained the power of the once empire on which the sun never sets by the newly rising United States.

Today's arrogance is just a cover-up for one's own decline.

After all, only when a person lacks something the most will he or she care more about it. "

After getting off the car and arriving at the hotel, Bao Guowei handed the newspaper back to Zhang Nianyue.

"Let's rest for a while, and when it gets dark, we'll go to Chelsea to see what the British are like."

To be honest, the person Bao Guowei wanted to meet more was the Chinese ambassador to the UK, Shi Zhaoji.

He was very curious about the attitude of the current Republic of China's ministers when they were in a foreign country.

Bao Guowei didn't take the newspaper matter to heart, but Zhang Nianyue couldn't help it. She looked very unhappy and turned to ask Bao Guowei.

"Bao Guowei, are you really not going to respond to these people? They fabricated news about you, saying that you came to Europe for a 'pilgrimage' to study, and that the articles you published were all learned from Westerners to achieve these achievements."

The more Zhang Nianyue thought about it, the angrier she became. She gritted her teeth. The level of rumor-mongering by these British people was much more insidious than those newspapers and media in China. They even pretended to be very objective.

"Why should we respond?" Bao Guowei said nonchalantly. "These people have been making up rumors for a hundred or two hundred years. Those domestic magazines are just learning from them. They are the best in this field.

I don’t care what these people think. Even if it’s a perfect response, saying a lot of bullshit will not help our real purpose. Besides.”

Bao Guowei turned around and gave Zhang Nianyue behind him a confident smile.

"I will use my true strength to make these people shut up completely!"

Zhang Nianyue and Cao Yanhai were both stunned when they saw this expression. It was a long time before they came to their senses until Bao Guowei got on the elevator.

Cao Yanhai was stunned for a moment, and said blankly: "Although I support Master very much, but Master's expression really makes me feel like I deserve a beating."

"Bao Guowei! Wait for me!" Zhang Nianyue was angry and followed Bao Guowei into the elevator.

As early as 1852, American Elisha Graves Otis invented the elevator. At that time, at the World Expo held in the Crystal Palace in New York, he demonstrated his invention to the world. The full name of the invention is the Safety Elevator.

In London at this time, almost every hotel was equipped with an elevator. After all, for London, which prides itself on being a place of gentlemen and ladies, climbing stairs in clean and fancy clothes and then being breathless and sweaty was too undignified.

So here, elevators are a necessity.

The elevators of this era were very simple and even required special people to operate them behind the scenes. They were usually composed of a car and a metal frame, and passengers could even see the floor passing by as they went up and down.

While waiting for the elevator to rise, Bao Guowei noticed that Zhang Nianyue was unhappy, and he couldn't help but smile and comfort her.

"If you really feel unfair, please help me write a few articles to refute it."

"Write an article? In English?" Zhang Nianyue's face suddenly lit up and she seemed a little expectant.

"Yes." Bao Guowei nodded and said, "Do you remember what I said, the best way to learn a language is to get into the actual environment where the language is used. This trip to Europe is your chance to learn a foreign language.

I think you are now able to use it normally in daily communication, so it would be okay to practice writing English articles now.”

"That's fine." Zhang Nianyue felt indescribable envy when she saw Bao Guowei waving his pen and giving instructions. However, due to her own writing skills, she did not have the courage to create.

Now seems to be the opportunity.

However, she still said with some worry: "With my English level, I can't write an article that can be published in the newspaper. I even have a hard time writing in Chinese, let alone English."

Bao Guowei turned his head, looked at Zhang Nianyue like a fool, and pointed at himself.

"Have you forgotten that your fiancé is an expert in English writing and one of the best writers in China? With me helping you and guiding you, you are still worried that you can't write a good article."

"But." Zhang Nianyue was stunned for a moment, and she muttered, "I want to try to write it myself."

Speaking of this, Bao Guowei recalled the homework that Zhang Nianyue gave to his father when they first met. The composition was horrible.

Bao Guowei held his forehead and said, "The first step to becoming a master is to imitate and learn. It is difficult to succeed if you just work in isolation."

Zhang Nianyue said unconvincedly: "But, didn't you figure it out on your own? I don't think you imitated anyone else's article, but instead wrote a good article in a flash."

Bao Guowei was sweating profusely~
Classmate Zhang Nianyue, I have activated the cheat code, can you compete with me?

"I'm different."

"What's the difference? If you can do it, I can do it too." Zhang Nianyue said with her hands on her hips.

Bao Guowei replied calmly, "I am a rare genius." "Me too." Zhang Nianyue wanted to refute, but suddenly felt a lump in her throat. "Uh~"

She couldn't even say "me too". After all, Zhang Nianyue had a very clear understanding of her own level.

"hateful!"

Zhang Nianyue clenched her fists, feeling very unconvinced, but there was nothing she could do.

Because Bao Guowei's genius is a well-known fact, now in China, basically no one does not admit it.

Even Bao Guowei's enemies would only say that Bao Guowei had "lack of personal morality" and no longer had any doubts about his talent.

Looking at his fiancée who never admits defeat but can never get the upper hand over him, Bao Guowei smiled and put his arm around her shoulders and said.

"Just write well and take your time. You will catch up with me in time."

An idea suddenly occurred to him, perhaps he could cultivate
"Hmph!" Zhang Nianyue glared at the other party and said nothing, but she also agreed.

The atmosphere in the elevator was a bit ambiguous. Cao Yanhai, who had been standing in the corner, felt that he was a bit redundant, but he couldn't just jump down, right?
So he coughed, opened his mouth wide and spoke.

"Yes, yes! Master's wife, you can help Master write this article. How can he go down and scold others until his face turns red? This is not in line with the style of a literary giant! If you don't want to write, then I, Old Cao, will have to do it for you."

After resting in the room for two hours, Bao Guowei and Zhang Nianyue set off. Both of them put on their newly bought suits and fashions, especially Zhang Nianyue. Even though her outfit looked a bit rustic to Bao Guowei, it couldn't suppress her radiance.

Cao Yanhai had already been waiting at the door in his car. It would be inconvenient to go out without a car, so on the first day of his arrival, Bao Guowei applied for a car rental.

However, in this era, only a few people can own a private car in London, and renting a car is not something that can be done just by having money.

However, Bao Guowei had Mr. Arnold, and with his help, he finally got the car today.

After getting in the car, it drove across the bluestone brick road towards Chelsea.

In the evening, the streets of London have a heavy and busy atmosphere, which is the unique flavor of the metropolis in the early twentieth century against the backdrop of the Great Depression.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast shadows on the ancient buildings and streets. On both sides of the street where cars passed, the Victorian buildings looked solemn and dilapidated, with mottled traces of history left on their exterior walls.

But the cars driving through the streets from time to time present a brand new scene.

On the way to Chelsea, you will pass through a section of slums. London's slums are generally located around docks and factories.

Among them, there are some homeless people from London and immigrants from Eastern Europe, but most of them are foreign workers of different skin colors, among which blacks and Chinese workers are the largest.

"It's so strange, why are so many of these homeless people wearing military uniforms?"

Looking at the poor people on the streets, Zhang Nianyue couldn't help but sigh.

"This is not surprising." Bao Guowei explained to the other party. "Before the world war, the British hired a large number of foreign workers in order to obtain cheap labor. They even absorbed Chinese workers sent by the Qing government because of World War I.

But after the war, they suffered the consequences. The large number of workers lowered the costs of capitalists, but caused ordinary British people at the bottom to lose their jobs.

After World War I, many British veterans could not even find a way to make a living.

This is the tragedy of capitalist countries.”

Cao Yanhai and Zhang Nianyue listened carefully, and the latter said with emotion: "War is terrible, and capitalists are evil. Do we have to take another path?"

Bao Guowei didn't say anything else.

The vehicle entered a narrow and busy commercial street and the speed gradually slowed down.

"This is the commercial street in the slums. I saw many Chinese people last time. They were all a bunch of pitiful people."

While driving the car, Cao Yanhai turned and said to Bao Guowei.

He was not familiar with the roads in London, so he followed Arnold to Chelsea several times last time before he was able to drive here skillfully.

"Yeah." Bao Guowei answered simply without saying anything else.

Then his eyes were attracted by the scene outside the window.

In front of the car, many vendors who were about to pass by consciously avoided it, for fear that their clothes would be scratched by the paint on the car.

"Amazing Stories! A second-hand copy of the latest version of Amazing Stories!"

"Flowers! Sir, give me a flower. They are very cheap."

"Roasted chestnuts! Hot roasted chestnuts! And Oriental red hawthorn candies~"

This hawking voice seemed familiar to Bao Guowei, the broken English was tinged with some Chinese dialect.

It sounds like a Hangzhou accent.

"Looks like he's from Hangzhou?" Zhang Nianyue cast a curious look.

Bao Guowei's attention turned to the man.

He was thin and wore a whitish coarse cloth jacket with completely torn corners. He was wearing a pair of tattered cloth shoes that had been worn for who knows how long. They looked like they were made by a tailor shop in Hangzhou.

The rough bronze skin of the street vendor exudes a sense of vicissitudes in the rainy evening in London.

"parking."

The car slowly stopped and Bao Guowei pushed open the door and said without further ado.

"Please sit down. I'll go buy you two strings of candied haws."

It is obviously a rare sight to see a gentleman dressed well and wearing leather shoes here.

Even though the other person had an Asian face, many people looked at him strangely.

However, seeing his tall and strong figure, they still didn't dare to attack him.

"Boss, give me three strings of candied haws."

A familiar Hangzhou dialect was heard and the vendor looked up in surprise.

After returning to the car, several people started to enjoy the long-lost flavors.

"This candied haws is really good. It tastes the same as the one I had in Hangzhou. The boss is a real man and he didn't cut corners." Cao Yanhai ate one by one as if he was eating fried skewers.

Zhang Nianyue looked at Bao Guowei strangely and said.

"Bao Guowei, you just talked with that vendor for a long time. What did you talk about? Or do you want to help them?"

(End of this chapter)