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

Chapter 410: Mosley's plan? Prince Henry asks for an audience!

Oswald Mosley, a man who had always been a powerful figure in the London Vanity Fair, now collapsed on the steps like a defeated rooster.

The color seemed to have gone from his face, and he looked in a trance at the young man with an oriental face in the center of the crowd.

At this moment, the glory of the entire Chelsea seemed to be projected on the other party. Those originally arrogant gentlemen, stubborn professors, and arrogant reporters all showed flattering expressions to such a young man.

Damn it! He is an Oriental! An ignorant and backward Chinese!
"I can't lose! And I shouldn't lose!"

Mosley lowered his voice and spoke hysterically.

Mosley turned his head away, as if he was afraid of being seen by others.

But what's even sadder is that no one noticed his transformation.

"This shouldn't go wrong!"

Mosley seemed a little crazy, muttering madly.

"This has already achieved initial success in Germany, and has also started a vigorous transformation in Italy. I shouldn't fail!
That gentleman’s thought is the most advanced thought in the world today. It is an evolved national socialism, a high-level socialism, and is completely different from the backward thoughts of Tsarist Russia, Marx, and so on.”

Mosley simply couldn't accept his failure, but the reality was right in front of him.

After today, this proud MP will become a laughing stock in London and even the whole of the UK!
This is totally unacceptable to Mosley!
Because related ideas already have successful cases.

For example, the leader in Germany has integrated the power of the country with this idea, and is now making vigorous preparations. Once he comes to power, the lives of the German people will be greatly improved!

Shouldn't this be correct?
The German leader called his policies "National Socialism" and "National Socialism", which are far superior to Tsarist Russia and should essentially be superior to these self-righteous labor parties!
"Especially I won't lose to this guy!" Mosley gritted his teeth, and unknowingly, the look in his eyes as he looked at the Chinese boy not far away became more and more ferocious.

"Bao Guowei?"

He also uttered the syllables of this name for the first time.

And at this moment, someone interrupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Mosley? What's wrong with you? Do you need help?"

Mosley frowned, then he looked up and found a curly-haired young man standing in front of him.

Mosley, who was already in a bad mood, looked even worse at this time. He spoke bluntly.

"Who are you? Don't bother me! Go do your own thing!"

"I, I." The young man hesitated, and then introduced himself.

"My name is Henry Williamson. I am a young writer who has published articles in The Scotsman and The Guardian. I admire your words and agree with them."

Mosley's speech did have some effect, at least the young writer in front of him was completely brainwashed.

But at this moment, Mosley had no intention of dealing with the other party. He just nodded coldly and said.

“You are standing in the right direction.”

Then Mosley's eyes fell on Lasky, whose face was almost filled with joy.

Mosley dared to say that this guy had never been so happy when facing his wife on his wedding night!

The teeth made a creaking sound again.

But he heard Williamson continue speaking in his ear.

"Are you really not going to continue the debate? I don't think Mr. Bao's theory is any better than yours."

Hearing this, Mosley's expression eased a lot. He nodded and said, "You are a man who knows how to think, but I am a little tired. Let him take the spotlight this time."

Although Mosley talks tough, he is not stupid!

In this situation, he had no chance to argue at all, unless he could come up with an economic policy system that was better than "work-for-relief."

But you can tell with your toes that this is impossible.

Only the young man in front of me would believe it.

Williamson was recognized and continued excitedly: "I think you have many details that you haven't mentioned yet, but that abominable Mr. Bao got ahead of you. I even think that such a wonderful idea of ​​work-for-relief should have come from you!
I am very interested in your political ideas and hope to receive your guidance."

This young man named Williamson spoke very quickly, but Mosley caught the details and couldn't help interrupting him.

"What did you say?"

Williamson was extremely happy to be able to talk to Mosley. There is no shortage of bootlickers in any era.

He answered seriously: "What do you mean? Damn Mr. Bao? You didn't provide more details?"

"Neither!" Mosley's tone sounded a little anxious.

"So, you should propose the idea of ​​work-for-relief?" Williamson asked with a frown.

"Yes! That's it!"

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Mosley's mind.

“Work-for-relief” is indisputable. It can even be said that it is an impeccable economic policy proposed at this point in time.

The person who came up with this idea can be said to be a true economic genius.

But do I have to fight against it?
"Work-for-relief" did not bear any clear ideological imprint, and even after certain adaptations, it could be used for Mosley's ideology!
"Mr. Mosley?" Williamson was a little confused. He didn't know what purpose was hidden behind the fanatical expression of the gentleman in front of him.

Mosley stood up from the ground again, dusted himself off, and glanced coldly at the crowd of people who were interviewing him.

"Sir? Where are you going?"

"Go find what originally belongs to us!"

"what?"

Williamson didn't understand, but he had some vague guesses.

Away from the crowd, Mosley found an inconspicuous corner and went around to the gate.

He turned around and looked inside the church again, then spoke through gritted teeth.

"I think we must stop the Orientals from acting so arrogantly on British soil!"

Just as he was about to leave, he saw Williamson standing there in a daze, and spoke in a commanding tone.

"You are very good. Follow me from now on!"

Williamson smiled as if he had been blessed, and immediately followed up and spoke.

"Mr. Mosley! I am willing to fight for my ideals!"

Without anyone noticing, Mosley had quietly disappeared from the venue, causing his supporters, who were still holding back their anger, to suddenly lose their backbone.

Some of them are still debating with certain Labour MPs and professors. Seeing this scene, how could they not know that the situation is hopeless?

Today's discussion has been completely killed by the economic policies proposed by Bao Guowei.

There is no point in continuing the discussion.

Therefore, those supporters, like a helpless dog in the water, retreated while still barking at the enemy.

"You are not real gentlemen, you are too rude! This is not a fair debate!" "You despicable people from the Labour Party, we did not lose, we just gave you some opportunities to show off!"

"Wait! You damned Marxists, we will be back!"

At this moment, there was Prince Henry, the convener of the previous cultural salon, and a heavyweight politician, Churchill, who was called the shadow cabinet.

Neither of these gentlemen has yet to come forward.

The departure of these people was clearly not in line with what they called the etiquette of a London gentleman.

But no one mentioned this, because staying any longer would only result in more humiliation.

In a very strange development of the story, the Labour Party actually won this extra-parliamentary debate through a Chinese person.

The stories told during this period were so fascinating that even the professors of literature and history who were present expressed their admiration when they recalled them later.

"They ran away! They ran away! Hahahaha!"

In a corner of the crowd, a man with an oriental face laughed heartily.

He pointed at the "disarmament" of Mosley's supporters and laughed mercilessly.

At this moment, he felt an indescribable sense of relief in his heart, as if he wanted to express all the grievances he had suffered over the years!

Surprisingly, the man was not Cao Yanhai, the always exaggerated and unscrupulous person.

On the contrary, it was Shi Zhaoji, an old gentleman with a serious face who was always very cautious and reserved.

Even Cao Yanhai couldn't stand his arrogance.

"Envoy Shi, please don't be so loud and exaggerated. Look at the eyes of those people. They are about to kill people."

Cao Yanhai pointed at the crowd that was leaving, and from time to time someone cast vicious glances in his direction.

They were the only few people with Asian faces in the venue, and now Bao Guowei and the others didn't dare to do anything.

Naturally, the target of jealousy became these people.

Cao Yanhai is a reckless man, but not a fool. It is not appropriate to do anything sarcastic on someone else's territory.

A tough attitude can prevent you from being bullied, but an arrogant attitude is simply asking for death.

Given the moral bottom line of these London "gentlemen", there is no guarantee that they will do something desperate.

If a fight breaks out, Cao Yanhai will only protect Bao Guowei and Zhang Nianyue, and Lao Deng doesn't want to care at all.

Realizing that he had behaved a little out of control, Shi Zhaoji immediately restrained his expression and said apologetically.

"Brother Cao, I'm really sorry. I'm so happy! Bingwen is bringing honor to all Chinese people. He has silenced British politicians on British territory and has been admired and recognized by so many people.

This was something that we would never have dared to think about in the past.”

Shi Zhaoji looked up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and his eyes became moist.

He had been keeping a low profile in London for almost half his life, but he never expected that today, he would be able to be so arrogant again. No one could understand his mood at this moment.

"Hey!" Cao Yanhai said as if it was a matter of course, even with disdain. "I've told you, old man, that my master has never failed. Let alone the British, even if the Americans come, you have to serve my master honestly!"

Speaking of this, Cao Yanhai became even more proud.

At this time, Shi Zhaoji no longer argued with the other party about what to call him, but just kept wiping his tears and talking.

"It's my fault! It's my fault!"

His mood went through so many changes, from being uneasy at the beginning, fearing that Bao Guowei would cause trouble, to feeling relieved later.

Then we see George Orwell appear, feeling uneasy because he is afraid of being affected.

As the situation slowly developed, we realized that the embassy would not be affected, and we breathed a sigh of relief.

But no matter how much he planned, he could never have guessed that Bao Guowei would eventually give him a big advantage.

But in the end, everything turned out for the best.

It is not impossible for Bao Guowei to win the rightful position in the UK at tonight's cultural salon, and then become a guest of honor of the British King and Prime Minister.

Other countries will also have to pay attention to Bao Guowei's existence, because his economic policies can really save a country!
Given Shi Zhaoji's identity, it is easy to imagine how great Bao Guowei's diplomatic value will be to China in the future!
Compared with these two people, Zhang Nianyue's reaction was completely different. She stared at the figure in the crowd infatuatedly and was speechless for a while.

Zhang Nianyue really wanted to go up and congratulate Bao Guowei and give him a big hug.

But then I also feel that this would ruin the scene at the moment: a Chinese man being surrounded and admired by a group of Westerners. This scene doesn't seem to have appeared in the past hundred years, right?

Moreover, the people present were all upper class people in London, including some powerful figures in the political arena.

"Has Bao Guowei become such a powerful person?"

In Zhang Nianyue’s mind, she recalled those days, the scenes in Hangzhou, and the first time she met the other person.

At that time, the shabby decorations on Bao Guowei's body formed a huge contrast with his conversation and knowledge.

This is exactly why Zhang Nianyue became interested in it.

She had seen Bao Guowei perform divine manifestations in front of people several times before, but never had she seen it as moving as this time.

Looking back, Zhang Nianyue seemed to have gotten used to the image of Bao Guowei, who was extremely childish in front of her all day long and always wanted to take advantage of her.

Maybe this is what he really is like?
Zhang Nianyue clasped her hands together and watched everything happen quietly.

At the same time, in the private room on the second floor, Prince Henry looked at Churchill who was getting dressed with some surprise and said.

"Mr. Churchill, don't you really want to get to know Mr. Bao Guowei in advance?"

Churchill, wearing a coat and a top hat, had a cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth. In this short evening, he had already smoked five or six cigars.

Talking while holding a cigar is a technical job, but Churchill was used to it, and he spoke in a somewhat vague voice.

"Your Highness Henry, after learning about the idea of ​​work-for-relief, you should know that I have countless things to verify and countless details to discuss with the Prime Minister."

He turned his head to look at the audience, squinting his eyes and smiled.

"I want to meet this gentleman more than anyone else, but now is not the right time. I want to get to know him clearly and then find ample time to invite Mr. Bao."

As a politician, it is impossible for Churchill to immediately implement Bao Guowei's words. This is obviously too trifling.

Even this shocking economic theory requires some verification and discussion.

"All right!"

Prince Henry adjusted his collar and did not stop him.

After waiting for the other party to leave the room, he spoke to the guards outside.

"Please invite Mr. Bao Guowei up. He is a respectable gentleman. All his requests can be met. Please do not be rude!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)