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

Chapter 406 The Awakening of George Orwell!

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on this unknown young man.

"This gentleman has sunken eye sockets, tightly pursed lips, and extremely deep wrinkles on both sides of his face. He is wearing a shabby suit and looks very thin. He does not look like a London upper class person at all. God knows how he got into this banquet.

It was not until later that I found out that this gentleman was the legendary writer who later wrote "1984".

Thinking about it now, this gentleman's excellent ideas and strong spirit of resistance were already prominent at that time."

After the banquet, a literary writer's memoir was prepared to record George Orwell's style in this discussion.

It can be said that George Orwell had no one to rely on at the time, but he still stood at the bottom of the stairs without hesitation.

George Orwell never considered the consequences of saying these words. In fact, his biggest backer now is the Nationalist Legation in London.

However, the status of the London Legation at this time would probably be like a plague, sweeping George Orwell out.

If we really have to say what motivated George Orwell to say these words, it could only be the feeling of injustice in his heart.

It was during the time when the lower class in Britain was struggling that George Orwell gathered his strength.

"It's over! It's over!" After seeing this scene, Shi Zhaoji stamped his feet anxiously. He wished he could step forward right now and catch the "troublemaker" George Orwell.

After all, George Orwell's access to this banquet was inseparable from the help of the National Legation in London.

His original intention was to train the other party and let him get to know Bao Guowei, but he didn't expect to cause such a thing.

The embassy interferes in the internal affairs of a country, which is a red line that cannot be crossed.

But Shi Zhaoji guarded against Bao Guowei, but he did not expect that George Orwell would be such a time bomb!
If it wasn't impolite to leave suddenly, Shi Zhaoji would have to go back to the embassy right now to contact and cooperate with Mr. George Orwell!

"Bingwen, what should we do? Let's go and persuade this kid to come back!"

Shi Zhaoji said anxiously.

"Why do you want to persuade me?" Bao Guowei asked back in surprise.

"That's right." Shi Zhaoji sighed and said, "This gentleman is an Englishman. If we go up to him, it will seem like we have a connection. Bingwen, remember to keep a certain distance from him in the future."

"I think he is a gentleman with great character and worthy of respect."

At first, Bao Guowei was a little surprised. After all, he could never have expected that just a few simple words from him could cause such a significant change in George Orwell.

But after thinking about it, Bao Guowei began to understand a little.

He merely opened a dusty treasure, but the seeds of related ideas had already been planted in George Orwell's heart.

His remarks were nothing more than fertilizing and watering George Orwell, bringing forward the outburst of this idea.

After all, he is George Orwell, who wrote "1984"!

Only someone who can do such a thing deserves to be called the real George Orwell!

"Ah? Bingwen, you can't have such dangerous thoughts." Shi Zhaoji was now like a frightened bird. He sighed continuously and walked around like he had to pee urgently.

Bao Guowei ignored the Minister's reaction. He looked towards the center of the crowd and watched how the situation developed.

At this moment, Bao Guowei already had a vague idea of ​​helping George Orwell!

"Sir, you don't look very respectable. Your accusations are groundless and full of conjectures and prejudices arising from your limited knowledge." A young man in a tuxedo stood up from the crowd.

He looked at George Orwell and accused him mercilessly.

This man, Henry Williamson, is a young writer with some fame in London. He was not very familiar with Mosley, but after listening to his theory, a fierce flame rose in his heart and he became a staunch supporter of Mosley.

For a moment, the people around immediately started talking. With Williamson's words, they looked at George Orwell with even more strange eyes.

The first thing to do is to look at his decorations.

"To be honest, this guy's outfit is not as good as the servants I hired. Under my influence, they at least maintain the taste of a Londoner, and this gentleman..."

For a moment, all kinds of discussions were heard in the crowd, and there was even some unscrupulous ridicule.

In London, appearance is the most important reference indicator for gentlemen to evaluate a person.

Clearly, today's George Orwell would be unqualified in this regard.

George Orwell had never seen such a scene before. He was a little overwhelmed and didn't know what to do for a moment.

It can only be said that the George Orwell today is not the George Orwell in history as Bao Guowei remembers him.

Having struggled at the bottom of society, seen the dangers of society, and gotten used to hiding himself, George Orwell still lacks confidence today.

"me."

George Orwell was a little flustered and even forgot what he wanted to say.

My mind went blank.

"This disgraceful gentleman, you are nothing more than publicizing your so-called concerns and criticisms of society. This is ridiculous. You are hindering the development of society. You are just an amateur with a simple mind."

One merciless word after another filled George Orwell's ears.

Mosley, who was in the upper hand position, hadn't even spoken yet.

He looked at George Orwell with pity, as if he were watching a joke.

"Sir, please think carefully before you express your shallow opinions!"

Mosley raised the corner of his mouth and said mercilessly.

At this moment, a burst of laughter broke out again in the meeting hall.

"Hey!" Seeing this scene, Shi Zhaoji sighed heavily, but he was also somewhat fortunate that this kid did not cause any trouble after all and would not affect the embassy.

But at this time, Shi Zhaoji noticed something was wrong because George Orwell turned his gaze over here.

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Bao Guowei's heart skipped a beat because he could sense George Orwell's pleading eyes.

That look seemed to say.

"Master, you brought me to this path. What should I do now?"

Bao Guowei was very helpless. He did have some ideas in mind, but unfortunately it didn't seem the right time to publish them.

Moreover, he himself was somewhat reluctant to join in this discussion about fascism.

Bao Guowei understood without Shi Zhaoji telling him that this was a very dangerous topic and one could really get killed if one was not careful!

So, Bao Guowei gave the other person an encouraging look.

The meaning was "Young man, I have confidence in you. You can do it. If you really can't hold on, it won't be a loss if you come back." Bao Guowei didn't know how George Orwell interpreted the meaning of his eyes.

In short, after getting encouragement from Bao Guowei, George Orwell seemed to have gained some strength. He straightened his back and looked at Mosley in the upper hand position again.

Many people noticed George Orwell's actions.

Immediately, many unfriendly looks were cast towards Bao Guowei, especially after they discovered that he was an Oriental, those people's eyes became even more contemptuous.

"People like this should be in the same group!"

"Mosley is right. We must drive all these damn aliens out. They will only destroy our country!"

"I want to know who this Oriental man is and who brought these people in?"

Shi Zhaoji was originally very scared, but after hearing the relevant ridicule, he immediately became furious.

He gritted his teeth and glared at those people, as if he wanted to step forward and argue with them.

But as his thoughts were running through his mind, Shi Zhaoji gritted his teeth until they made a clattering sound, but he still turned his head away unwillingly.

"These foreigners are so annoying!"

After noticing the unfriendly looks around him, Cao Yanhai cursed.

He doesn't understand English, but he can feel the emotions.

Cao Yanhai glared at them unkindly, and immediately scared away many of the arrogant looks.

"Ah! What a rude fellow."

A "lady" took the opportunity to throw herself into the arms of the fat "gentleman" and seek his protection.

At this moment, George Orwell also organized his words. He looked around at the spectators around him, and finally his eyes stopped on Mosley who was taking action.

It has to be said that George Orwell was indeed not an ordinary person. He just needed an opportunity.

After regaining his confidence, his language logic began to become clear.

George Orwell looked at the gentlemen who mocked him for not being "decent" and said with a smile.

"Gentlemen, I think my personal appearance should not be the focus of this discussion, right? Is there any connection between my dress and whether my views are correct?"

As soon as these words were spoken, silence returned to the venue.

"Nice response!" A cheer came from somewhere in the crowd.

The Western context is to respect the strong. The more you show weakness, the more they will think you are weak.

On the contrary, your dignified response will win respect and applause!
This sentence earned George Orwell the right to have his opinions heard.

At this moment, in the private room at the top of the banquet hall, there was also a person who exclaimed in admiration.

"Beautiful!" Prince Henry stretched his head, trying to see clearly the appearance of the young man who was speaking.

He turned to Churchill and said, "Sir, do you know who this gentleman is? He looks like an excellent thinker."

Churchill naturally understood Prince Henry's intention to recruit him. He took a puff of his cigar, exhaled smoke from his nose and said.

"That's a very clever answer, but I'm more looking forward to his political insights."

Six years earlier, Churchill had stood for parliament as an "independent anti-socialist", so his position was clear.

But he also could not accept the kind of "reform" that Mosley talked about.

To Churchill, Mosley was a complete conspirator.

At this moment, George Orwell's response was heard in the venue.

"Gentlemen, how can you say that I am imagining things?" George Orwell chuckled. "Corporationism looks like liberal democracy, but in fact it is a stifling of freedom and diversity, and it puts economic and social life into a more rigid framework."

Next, George Orwell refuted Mosley's policy views one by one.

"Also changing the political system, which is removing the people's right to express themselves, and basing citizenship on occupation rather than region, will make the rich richer and the poor poorer.
In foreign policy you claim to be securing Britain's interests, but in reality you are only securing your own interests.

Mr. Mosley, have you ever thought that your extreme ideas and exclusive practices will cause Britain to fall into the quagmire of war, and it will be the ordinary people at the bottom who will suffer!"

George Orwell mercilessly removed the fig leaf of these "people in power"!

The most important thing is that after seeing this dispute, all reporters will undoubtedly regard today's discussion as the front-page headlines of tomorrow's London newspapers.

George Orwell turned his gaze back to Mosley and spoke in a stern tone.

"Gentlemen, politics is for the welfare of the country and the people, not to satisfy your narrow desire for power!"

The sound penetrated the entire hall and echoed within the historic church.

At that moment, everyone seemed to be stunned.

"You!" Mosley was originally confident, but after hearing this series of rebuttals, he seemed to be stuck.

Immediately, someone seemed to be caught by the tail.

"You are slandering! You are slandering!" a British gentleman jumped out and said angrily.

Henry Williamson could not accept the other party's remarks at all. He walked out of the crowd and cursed George Orwell.

"This is a socialist! He wants to spread his socialist ideas. Gentlemen, don't believe this!"

"Yes! That's right! Get this man out!"

"Socialism?" Prince Henry frowned, seeming a little unconvinced by this statement.

Churchill said in a leisurely tone: "This gentleman has a related tendency. I have some impression that this guy named George Orwell is on our monitoring list. He was once suspected of being a spy for Tsarist Russia."

"However," Churchill said after a pause. "No conclusive evidence has been found yet, and I like the gentleman's rebuttal.

He exposed the ambitions of people like Mosley, and I think this policy would never work in England."

Prince Henry exhaled, fixed his gaze on a gentleman in the room and said.

"Things seem to be getting more and more interesting."

Since Mosley dared to make the speech, he would not be completely unprepared. It was only natural for him to have arranged an insider to support him in the venue in advance.

At this moment, seeing that Mosley was at a disadvantage, he immediately wanted to kick George Orwell out.

But at this time, one gentleman finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he spoke loudly in a pure London accent.

"Mr. Henry Williamson, you seem to have lost your mind and can only make your comments by accusing others?"

(End of this chapter)