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

Chapter 462: The charm of "No Longer Human"? Suggestions: increase the intensity!
Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Public tenements are demarcated.

Lin Yutang lived quite close to Bao Mansion, so Bao Guowei chose to visit this gentleman as his first stop in the morning.

During the time when he was away, Lin Yutang was in charge of taking care of related newspapers including "The Times" and "Mengya".

Not to mention, there are also some domestic public opinions and the publication of Bao Guowei's various works.

Bao Guowei had great trust in Lin Yutang's character, otherwise he would not have allowed him to translate his works for the Chinese people to read first.

The two people have established a deep friendship since the invention and improvement of the Mingcai typewriter, and then the exchange and learning of various works.

Bao Guowei has a lot to say and wants to have a good chat with this gentleman.

Bao Guowei naturally did not come to Europe empty-handed. He prepared some carefully crafted gifts according to Lin Yutang's preferences.

Cao Yanhai was carrying these gifts in large and small bags, and he was complaining while pressing the doorbell.

"Master, you have such a good relationship with Mr. Lin, why did you prepare so many gifts?"

Bao Guowei smiled and said, "It is precisely because of the good relationship that we cannot neglect it. Relationships need to be maintained for a long time. Don't wait until you need to ask for something before bringing something to someone's door. Reciprocity is always right."

Bao Guowei rarely engages in socializing, but he is never stingy when it comes to his friends.

"Hey, hey, hey~" Cao Yanhai felt like his head was about to explode. "Master, please stop reading. I really don't want to understand these things."

Cao Yanhai shook his head repeatedly like a monkey resisting the golden hoop.

Bao Guowei said jokingly: "You better be careful with it. My gift is not cheap. It is a pipe from Dunhill in London. Mr. Lin likes to smoke a pipe. And this is a Scottish shawl."

After hearing Bao Guowei talk about everything, Cao Yanhai began to understand why his master was so popular.

He said with a bitter face, pointing at the sack behind him.

"What are those heavy things that look like weights?"

"Book."

Bao Guowei said as a matter of course.

"They are all precious original English books. Compared to other things, these books are probably Mr. Lin's favorite."

For a moment, Cao Yanhai didn't know what to say and could only utter one word.

"Brilliant."

Afang, the young housekeeper of Lin Yutang's family, had already been familiar with Bao Guowei, and he immediately smiled when he saw him.

"It's Mr. Bao. Mr. Lin is reading in the yard. He has been talking about you recently and is very happy to see you come."

"Okay, I'll go find him myself." Bao Guowei said, pointing to the gifts at the back, as he felt this place was just like his own home.

"These are just some tokens of my appreciation. Take him and find a place to put them down."

"Hey~ How can this be so embarrassing~"

The housekeeper seemed very surprised, but Lin Yutang's housekeeper was obviously different from others. He had no reaction when he saw the expensive gifts, but when he saw the pile of original English books, his eyes began to light up.

Cao Yanhai was not polite. Seeing that the other party liked it, he immediately put the book on his shoulders and said happily.

"Then you carry this."

"Oh my god~" Butler Afang staggered and almost fell flat on his face.

Cao Yanhai was very happy and said with a chuckle.

"Let's go, see where to put it~"

"How are you these days, sir?"

Without any warning, Bao Guowei sat down next to Lin Yutang, giving him a fright.

Lin Yutang almost jumped up, and when he saw it was Bao Guowei, he shook his head.

"You, Bao Bingwen, are already an international master, but you still have the temper of a child. Do you want to scare me to death? If I die, who will you find to help you translate novels in the future?"

Bao Guowei smiled and said, "I'm sorry, sorry, isn't it because the gentleman is engrossed in reading and I don't want to disturb him?"

As he spoke, Bao Guowei looked at the books on the coffee table, wondering what book the gentleman was reading recently.

Lin Yutang sighed and said, "They are not good books, just some reference books on education and a few plays by Mr. Bernard Shaw. You know, I like this gentleman very much."

"Bernard Shaw?"

Bao Guowei smiled mysteriously, took out a copy of "Major Barbara" from his arms, handed it to Lin Yutang and said.

"I wonder if you have read this book, sir?"

"Major Barbara? Of course I have seen it, more than once."

Lin Yutang can be said to be a loyal fan of George Bernard Shaw, and he even consciously imitated the other in his work style.

It can be said that Lin Yutang’s long-cherished wish was to visit George Bernard Shaw in England.

It was a pity that something urgent happened last time, otherwise Lin Yutang would definitely have gone to London with me.

"I already have several versions of this book at home. Why did you think of bringing one to me? You are in London."

As he spoke, Lin Yutang picked up the book, but as soon as he opened the title page he was suddenly speechless.

He widened his eyes and looked at Bao Guowei in disbelief.

"This is actually the original play novel by Mr. Bernard Shaw, and it even has his signature and blessing!"

Bao Guowei said indifferently: "Sir, this ink is still a bit new."

"You did in fact make the acquaintance of Mr. Bernard Shaw in London?"

At this moment, Lin Yutang was really a little excited.

To be honest, knowing how popular Bernard Shaw was in China, Bao Guowei simply asked the old man to sign dozens of books for him.

Of course, this is not signed in vain.

Similarly, Bao Guowei also helped Shaw sign dozens of copies of "The Country Teacher" to give to the younger generations in Shaw's family.

God knows, the younger generations in these literary families don’t like him as a literary master, but like him as an Oriental.

Bao Guowei nodded and said, "He is an interesting and stubborn old man. I had some exchanges with him when I first arrived in London, and I was able to do some things thanks to his help."

Afterwards, Bao Guowei talked about his interactions with George Bernard Shaw in London.

After listening to it, Lin Yutang couldn't help but sigh.

"No one knows me better than Bingwen~"

He was holding the signed novel by Bernard Shaw in his hand, and he couldn't let it go. He even wanted to frame it on the spot.

Different from other people's admiration for George Bernard Shaw, Lin Yutang's admiration was more based on his creative style.

It can be said that he was imitating Shaw's "humor" and integrating traditional Chinese culture with his own understanding.

In a sense, George Bernard Shaw was even regarded by Lin Yutang as his literary "mentor".

This is enough to show how important Bao Guowei's gift is in Lin Yutang's heart.

Lin Yutang rarely accepts gifts on a daily basis, except from some relatives and friends. He considers himself to be well-informed.

But Bao Guowei's gift still touched my heart.

Bao Guowei smiled implicitly and said, "As long as you like it, sir."

Bao Guowei always treats his friends with the utmost sincerity.

However, Bao Guowei felt that Lin Yutang's "filter" for Shaw was a bit too severe.

To the point that there was some fanaticism.

So Bao Guowei couldn't help but remind him, "Mr. Bernard Shaw is very humorous and has his own unique understanding of things. He has always wanted to get rid of the influence of politics, but he inevitably entered politics.

Occasionally, we may have prejudices against new things and things we don’t understand.

He has both advantages and disadvantages, he is a three-dimensional person. " In his words, Bao Guowei reminded Lin Yutang that Shaw was not as perfect as he imagined.

But Lin Yutang would never listen to these words, so he changed the subject.

"Bingwen, I have heard a lot about your deeds during your trip to Europe. Please tell me more about them."

Bao Guowei was helpless. The other party didn't want to say more, and he didn't want to say more either. He could only briefly tell Lin Yutang about his experience in Europe.

After listening to it, Lin Yutang couldn't help but sigh.

"You are worthy of being our Bao Bingwen. This time, you have made a name for our country. After what happened to you, foreigners will not dare to look down on us in the future."

"It's not that exaggerated," Bao Guowei said modestly with a smile. "It's not something I can break by myself."

He doesn't think that just by his own outstanding performance, he can change the world's perception of the Chinese.

Just like Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan, both of them have great influence internationally and have helped the Chinese break the label of "Sick Man of East Asia" to a certain extent.

But it still cannot change the fact that Chinese people are discriminated against when they go abroad.

The backbone of a person's journey abroad can only be provided by a strong motherland.

No matter how much else you have, it will be useless.

After chatting for a while, Bao Guowei felt that it was almost done, so he took out the manuscript he had prepared, handed it to Lin Yutang and said.

"On the way back, I was free anyway, so I thought of a novel. Now it's almost finished. I happened to come here today to chat with you. I'd like to trouble you to help me take a look at it."

"I knew that you, Bao Bingwen, would never lack works." When Lin Yutang saw the thick stack of manuscripts, his eyes suddenly lit up and he reached out to take it.

"These days, I have been wondering what new work you will write. "The Rural Teacher" is already surprising.

In the current domestic literary world, you, the young literary giant, are the most innovative and can always come up with something new."

Lin Yutang said jokingly while turning the pages of the paper.

Bao Guowei said frankly.

"Young people naturally need a more adventurous spirit. If I stay in my old ways, how am I going to spend the rest of my life?"

In fact, the main reason is that after he finishes writing a book, it is difficult to find related works of the same type and level.

Therefore, those who can only do this and that are considered to be unconventional in the literary world today.

In terms of literature, Bao Guowei is already a recognized genius in the world literary scene.

Lin Yutang held up his pipe. Bao Guowei had not yet told him that he had brought a pipe from England, so he still had an old-fashioned pipe made of heather in his mouth. It was obvious that he had used it for many years. Whenever he was thinking or reading, he would always hold his old pipe in his mouth.

However, Lin Yutang knew that Bao Guowei didn't smoke much, so he simply didn't light it and just held the cigarette in his mouth.

This is a tacit understanding between old friends.

After looking for a while, Lin Yutang frowned tightly.

Bao Guowei was not in a hurry to speak. He just drank tea quietly and read Lin Yutang's speech.

The other party has been engaged in educational research recently and has visited several middle schools to give speeches to students.

So I have been preparing and organizing it. Bao Guowei finds it interesting and helps him to revise it from time to time.

Mr. Lin Yutang was a very talented writer, but he was a little too rigid when he gave a speech to students.

Bao Guowei decided to help Mr. Lin Yutang by making the manuscript a little more lively.

Considering the friendship between Lin Yutang and him, there was no need to tell too much about this matter.

Most writers of this era are still very patient.

Lin Yutang looked at it for a full half hour.

Bao Guowei had almost finished revising his manuscript, and the tea in the pot was getting cold.

At this time, Lin Yutang finally took a deep breath, raised his head, looked at Bao Guowei seriously and said.

"Bingwen, have you suffered any setback recently?"

With the experience of George Orwell, Bao Guowei became accustomed to this kind of reaction.

He explained helplessly, "Sir, do you think I am the kind of person who would seek death or life because of difficulties?"

Lin Yutang frowned again.

Indeed, in his impression, Bao Guowei is not the kind of person who is pessimistic about life.

On the contrary, Bao Guowei is the most passionate and optimistic person about the future that Lin Yutang has ever met.

When everyone was pessimistic about the nation-state, only this person was still thinking about the rise of the Chinese nation.

How could such a person be pessimistic?

But this work
After watching it again and again, Lin Yutang seemed to find it difficult to comment on this work. He finally sighed and spoke to Bao Guowei very seriously.

"Bingwen, I see your work, the brushstrokes are delicate and cruel, depicting the decadence of human nature and the weightlessness of life.

For sensitive and pessimistic people, this is like a mirror, allowing people to glimpse into the fragility of the soul.

This is no ordinary book, it is a weeping confession of a soul!"

Lin Yutang's evaluation was very high, but he still gave a serious reminder.

“But I don’t recommend you to publish it. This work is too good and too touching. I consider myself to be optimistic, but it still looks creepy.

Nowadays, society is in turmoil and warlords are in power, so life is already difficult.

I am afraid if readers read your book again."

In his words, Lin Yutang expressed his appreciation for the work, but also expressed his disapproval of its dissemination.

Even Lin Yutang seemed very serious, as if he was determined not to allow Bao Guowei to publish or disseminate the book.

Bao Guowei kept smiling until Lin Yutang finished speaking, then he slowly told him his plan.

After hearing this, Lin Yutang was stunned.

"You said this novel was written for the Japanese? Specifically to arouse the Japanese's anti-war sentiment? And disgust for aggression?
No wonder there is a plot where the protagonist joins the army.”

The passage Lin Yutang saw was adapted by Bao Guowei.

He read the manuscript again and again and couldn't help but sigh.

"So it's based on Japan, and it's like this."

After thinking about it, Lin Yutang seemed very conflicted, then he made up his mind, turned around, and said with fire in his eyes.

"I think your novel could be a little more pessimistic!"

No. 132, Lane 9, Shanyin Road.

Xun Ge'er was chewing candied hawthorn in his mouth while looking at the manuscript given to him by Bao Guowei in his hand.

Eating candied hawthorns was a substitute for him to quit smoking.

It is said that he bought a very famous smoking cessation candy on the market some time ago, but unfortunately he ate all the candy in one day, so he could only use candied hawthorn.

After looking for a long time, Xun Ge'er finally raised his head. He had dark circles under his eyes, but his eyes were still sharp.

He spoke carefully.

"Bingwen, your novel describes Japanese society and experiences in a very realistic and vivid way. You seem to have studied abroad there."

Brother Xun studied in Japan in his early years, so he is naturally familiar with the Japanese social environment and the character of the Japanese people.

After thinking about it, he changed the subject.

"But I don't think it's suitable for publication in the country."

Bao Guowei smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)