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

Chapter 41 Masters

Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Public tenements are demarcated.

Public Settlement. Since the signing of the treaty in 1843, it has become an important trading port in Shanghai and one of the common concessions between England and the United States.

In 1899, it expanded significantly, even reaching more than 20 square kilometers, but today the boundaries have been gradually determined, and under the leadership of Chang Kaishen, this area has entered its golden age.

Known as the Shili Foreign Market, this place occupies a large part.

Mr. Lin Yutang lives in a small courtyard on this road. A few years ago, he lived in a Western-style apartment on Shanzhong Road, but some unpleasant events happened there, and he moved to this apartment since then.

The family hired a male steward, Al Fang, who had read some books since he was a child and could help him select newspapers and magazines.

At this moment, Al Fang just walked out of the door, holding a pile of letters and newspapers in his hands. He went straight to the second floor and found the study room at the corner.

I knocked on the door twice, then opened the door and entered. The furnishings in the study were not luxurious. There were many current affairs newspapers and books and ancient books. A painting and calligraphy hanging on the wall was quite conspicuous.

"Sir, the royalties for the reprint of your "Enlightened English Reader" have arrived again. Would you like to take a look first?"

A Fang showed the letter at the top. It was very thick and contained a lot of money.

At that time, the "Enlightened English Reader" compiled by Lin Yutang became very popular in middle school English teaching across the country, and also brought him a lot of income.

In front of the desk, a slender middle-aged man is holding a book and comparing the flowers and plants on the table. His eyebrows are thick and neat, and he has a pair of deep eyes.

Lin Yutang has always believed that in a truly civilized society, everyone should have their own soil, so he has always been very keen on planting some flowers and plants.

After hearing the butler's call, he raised his head and looked at it, and then said.

"That's not important. Let's see if there are any good articles in the recent newspapers."

"Yes!"

A Fang didn't say much. He nodded and put the letters and newspapers on the small table next to him. He sat in front of them and started rummaging through them.

But I can't help but feel a little strange in my heart. I don't know what is going on in these gentlemen's heads. Isn't the money earned more important than these articles about current affairs?

But he was just thinking about it in his mind. He was obviously very skilled in this matter and had certain literary qualities. It didn't take long for him to pull out several articles, check them out with a pen, fold them neatly and put them aside.

"Hey~ When did you send a copy of the newspaper?"

A Fang was a little strange. In the past, his family had never ordered this kind of "The Times". After all, the royalists had now become street rats. For some reason, he even sent a copy.

He couldn't help but be a little curious. When he opened it, his eyes lit up.

"Afang, why are you so slow today? Show me quickly!"

At this moment, Lin Yutang had finished tidying up the flowers and plants, washed his hands and was feeling bored in front of the desk.

"Okay, sir, that's good." Al Fang stuffed the Times page in and handed it to Lin Yutang.

"Yes." Lin Yutang responded in a low voice, then put on his glasses and looked carefully.

After a long time, Lin Yutang exhaled a long breath, obviously a little disappointed, and couldn't help but comment to himself.

"It's a waste of time to read these articles. They either say that the situation is great, or that China is going to end. It never says how good it is or how it will end. It's always just one-sided and superficial."

Seeing that his husband was a little unhappy, Al Fang couldn't help but worry that he hadn't done a good job. This job of helping his husband read newspapers was a good job, and he couldn't let his husband be disappointed in him.

He couldn't help but remind: "Sir, "The Times", look at the "Times", there is an article that is quite interesting."

"The Times?" Lin Yutang frowned when he heard the name and said with some displeasure. "Are you confused or am I confused? Why did you order the newspaper now?"

"I didn't order this sir, it seems they sent it themselves."

"Huh, I don't know how to improve, but I always do tricks like this."

Lin Yutang knew about the past events of the Times, and he had never been happy with philistine businessmen like Huang Bohui. But since it was already at hand and Al Fang reminded him, he couldn't help but take a curious look.

What exactly did the Times publish at this time that would make them lose money and still send it home?

But it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, once you look into Lin Yutang's eyes, you can't look away from him again.

"The Silent Majority? The name and entry point are somewhat interesting."

In the literary world at that time, there were very few essays and reviews from this perspective, and it was even rarer for the article "The Silent Majority" to discuss issues from the perspective of human nature.

It can be said that a huge boulder was thrown into a puddle, causing huge ripples.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

As he watched, Lin Yutang said hello three times in a row, and his face turned rosy with excitement.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such an upbeat article. It’s well-founded, unique yet poignant. It’s given a boost to the morale of our people!”

In the domestic literary world at that time, even the masters could not help but feel extremely pessimistic about the current situation of the Chinese people, and yearned for the power of Europe and the United States. This was the limitation of the times and is understandable.

But Bao Guowei's article subverted their understanding. He firmly told everyone present that there is no difference between people. Silence and conformity are the bad qualities of most people.

And we must unite as one, no longer be silent, and work hard for the rise of our country!

While feeling happy, Lin Yutang couldn't help but feel a little strange and looked at the signature of the article.

"Bao Guowei."

He then said to Al Fang.

"Afang, go and check for me. Who is this Bao Guowei? Which literary master is the vest? I must get to know him well."

As the new "Times" was put into the residences of cultural and ideological celebrities one after another in Shanghai, the influence of the "Silent Majority" article continued to grow.

"Do you have any clues?"

A middle-aged man with a round face and kind eyebrows asked the boy at the door. He was holding the "Times" in his hand, and the page was facing the "Silent Majority" article.

The boy was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. He ran in from the door panting, stroking the door frame and speechless.

"Slow down, take a drink of water."

The middle-aged man had a warm smile on his face and poured him a glass of water from the table.

"Thank you, Mr. Chu Nan."

After taking a sip of water, he finally spoke out what was in his stomach.

"The identity of Bao Guowei has been found. According to the editor in the Times, he is a disciple of Mr. Taiyan, and he is still a high school student."

"Mr. Taiyan's disciple? No wonder, no wonder, he is such a young talent!"

Then he took another look at the title of the article and couldn't help but sigh.

"I have been engaged in education for so many years, and this article is really inspiring. He is only a high school student!" He couldn't help but become interested when he thought of this, and said to the boy.

"Here, bring me the letter paper. Since I am a high school student, I, an educator, must write a letter to encourage you."

After saying that, he came to the desk and prepared to start writing.

At this time, the boy was a little embarrassed. He said with some trepidation: "Mr. Chu Nan, we don't know the address of this Bao Guowei. We only know that he seems to be a student of Hangcheng Zhicheng Middle School."

"It doesn't matter. It's the same as sending it to the school. I'll make a rough draft first. You go and get the letter paper and envelope."

"And Fengni, don't forget it."

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