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

Chapter 474 is coming soon! I will update "The Condor Heroes" soon!
Bao Guowei is not very professional when it comes to the Northern Fujian Industrial Base. It is obviously not possible to completely build a factory base with just some information.

Leave professional matters to professionals, so Bao Guowei called in bigwigs such as Fan Xudong, Xiang Songmao, and Zhu Kezhen for help.

Facts have proved that Bao Guowei's choice was very correct. With the help of these top talents of the Republic of China, the northern Fujian industrial base has begun to take shape.

Bao Guowei's abilities are limited, but he can use his knowledge, which completely surpasses his contemporaries, to get to know reliable friends.

This is his greatest reliance for success.

After getting a general understanding of the progress, Bao Guowei expressed sincere affirmation of Mr. Zhu Kezhen's work and provided some unprofessional guidance.

That is, Professor Zhu Kezhen and Mr. Fan Xudong should strengthen exchanges and communication and carry out the construction of the northern Fujian base to the end.

During the conversation, Bao Guowei said that the construction of the northern Fujian base is not only related to the future of the country, but also an important tool for them to mediate between various forces in the future.

Bao Guowei said.
The construction of the northern Fujian base is a long-term process and cannot be completed in just a few months. Bao Guowei does not expect it to play a role in the national crisis a few months later.

However, the construction of the base in northern Fujian will definitely have an impact on future wars, especially the issue of penicillin production.

Bao Guowei was going back to Gusu today, so after the conversation, he decided to say goodbye.

This series of news made Zhu Kezhen very excited.

He sent Bao Guowei to the door and then seemed to remember something and said.

"Bingwen, please stay for a moment."

"What's wrong? Do you have any questions, sir? Bingwen has only so much knowledge."

"Of course not." Zhu Kezhen smiled and said, "I suddenly remembered that I was fascinated by one of your novels some time ago."

"The professor also reads novels?" Bao Guowei was a little surprised. Professor Zhu Kezhen looked like a very upright and old-fashioned person. Would he also read novels for entertainment?
"Bingwen, I, Zhu Kezhen, am not a wooden man. I still read some novels occasionally." Zhu Kezhen said with a smile.

He then explained.

“I have always read some martial arts novels, such as Pingjiang Bushoushen and Huanzhu Louzhu, both of which are my favorite novelists.

I heard that this Huanzhu Louzhu is familiar with Bingwen, and that the "Shushan Swordsman" was also guided by Bingwen? "

Bao Guowei was stunned for a moment.

"The Legend of Swordsman of Shu Mountain has been published?"

"Bingwen, you don't know?" Zhu Kezhen said in surprise. "The Legend of Swordsman in Shushan was published in Mengya. I heard that Mengya was also written by you, Bingwen. How come you don't know anything about it?"

Bao Guowei touched his chin somewhat awkwardly.

He has so much to do that he can't take care of everything.

Just like the "Mengya" magazine, it was originally a backup for him in Tianjin, but he became so busy that he almost forgot about the development of "Mengya".

By the way, he had received a letter from Li Shoumin, the author of Huanzhu Tower, some time ago. The guy said happily that "Mengya" magazine had made a breakthrough.

Bao Guowei had no choice but to keep the matter of "Mengya" in mind and put it on his schedule.

It seems that I have to go to Tianjin. Should I also go to Jinling? And should I go to northern Fujian?
Who knows, I might even see that gentleman again.
There were really too many things to do, and Bao Guowei was overwhelmed.

After thinking for a while, Bao Guowei looked up and said with a smile: "What's the matter, Professor Zhu, do you want me to help you contact Huanzhu Louzhu? Is the update of "Swordsman of Shu Mountain" not very diligent? Just tell me, I will send a telegram to scold this kid."

Zhu Kezhen looked at Bao Guowei with a strange expression on his face, and after a long time he spoke in a somewhat strange tone.

"Huanzhu Louzhu's updates aren't that fast, but every issue is still there. But the other person has been dragging it out for more than half a year."

For a moment, Bao Guowei felt a little embarrassed.

His heart skipped a beat and he suddenly wanted to run away.

So this gentleman is here to urge me to update my work?

Zhu Kezhen stared at Bao Guowei with a look of disappointment and said, "Bingwen, I am not urging you to write martial arts novels. After all, compared with literary novels and economics, martial arts novels are nothing.

But it has been nearly half a year since your "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was serialized, and there is still no sign of the next part coming out.

Bingwen, do you still remember the promise you made to your readers?
It has been delayed for one month after another, and now it has been half a year.

As a novelist, you should set an example for your readers!
How can you be so untrustworthy? "

When talking about this, Mr. Zhu Kezhen actually showed a look of deep sorrow, which almost stunned Bao Guowei.

I even began to doubt myself, wondering if I had really gone too far.

Unexpectedly, those who are urging for updates to "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" can actually express their opinions through Mr. Zhu Kezhen.

One can imagine what kind of loyal readers this is.

Bao Guowei knew that if he didn't update his post, someone might turn love into hate and send him razor blades.

Fortunately, he has basically completed most of the chapters of "The Return of the Condor Heroes" recently, and it is time to consider updating.

So, Bao Guowei patted Professor Zhu Kezhen on the shoulder, worrying that he was too excited, and comforted him.

"It's almost done, Professor Zhu. Don't you know me? I always keep my word. I guarantee that within this month, I will definitely update the next work."

"You can't lie to me. I usually eat with your novels."

Bao Guowei's facial muscles twitched, and he wondered whether he should remind this gentleman that reading novels while eating is not a good habit!
In recent months, every morning, a master and apprentice would appear on the Huangpu River.

Usually at this time, the fog on the river has not been completely dispelled by the sun, and it covers the city like a veil.

But just like other lower-class people in Shanghai, they had to arrange everything before the sun came out.

Master, your posture is like an old pine tree that has been weathered by the wind and frost, and your face is full of wrinkles.

From a distance, you can see that the old man seems to have an injury on his left foot. He is limping, as if it was crushed by something heavy.

The apprentice had dark skin and strong muscles, but due to malnutrition, his body looked very skinny.

Both of them looked dusty and dirty.

They moved the worn-out props to the side of the Huangpu River, found an empty space on the busy street, and quietly set up their gear.

All around were noisy hawking sounds, the honking of cars' horns, and some scolding voices.

In February, the breeze beside the Huangpu River was still cold, but the apprentice took off his coat, revealing his dark and shriveled muscles.

He took a deep breath, stood firmly in a horse stance, and then slowly raised his hands. Each movement was vigorous and powerful.

As the gongs and drums beat, spectators gradually gathered around. Some were wealthy ladies wearing gorgeous cheongsams, with curiosity and disdain in their eyes. There were also laborers in coarse clothes who were taking a break to heal themselves, with a desire for "liveliness" flashing in their eyes.

There were also some idle hooligans with a playful smile on their faces.

The elderly master had a white beard and deep wrinkles. He beat the gongs and drums and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Dear brothers and sisters, don't miss it if you pass by. My master and I will show you our skills.
My name is Huang Yiwu, and my disciple is Huang Fugui. We depend on each other and travel the world.
To be honest, my master is a well-known figure, Mr. Dong Haichuan, the founder of Baguazhang. Back then."

As he spoke, Huang Yiwu immediately performed a few starting moves, his eyes revealing pride. "My kung fu is different from ordinary acrobatics, it is a real martial arts secret. If I were not old and had a hard life, I would not have lowered myself to perform on the streets.

Come, come, everyone, take a look at my Baguaquan, which emphasizes the changing of palm techniques and flexible body movements, like a dragon and a phoenix playing with each other."

While Huang Yiwu was talking, his apprentice Fugui began to punch skillfully.

As Huang Yiwu chanted, Fugui moved lightly, his hands dancing quickly like knives and swords, and every move created a strong wind in the air.

"This move is called 'Lion Rolling Embroidered Ball', which can overcome hardness with softness and dissolve a huge force; this move 'White Snake Spits Out Its Tongue' is like a spirit snake coming out of a hole, directly hitting the vital point. There are so many tricks in this boxing style that I can't finish talking about it in three days and three nights!"

Huang Yiwu obviously put in a lot of effort, and his words were very neat.

Watching the two's performance, it was obvious that there was some kung fu involved, and the spectators around them applauded.

Unfortunately, most people in Shanghai are living in poverty nowadays and are unwilling to spend even a nickel.

Huang Yiwu tried hard to talk, but only a few nickels appeared on the hat placed on the ground, which was not enough for the master and his apprentice to live today.

At this time, a wealthy lady nearby started to complain.

"The disciple of Baguaquan Dong Haichuan? If he is really his disciple, why would he perform on the street and do such low-class things? Isn't he just trying to flatter himself?"

The words were like a sharp knife, stabbing Huang Yiwu's chest.

"You"

The apprentice Fugui immediately quit and wanted to go up to argue with him, but Huang Yiwu glared at him and made him retreat.

The corners of Huang Yiwu's mouth twitched slightly, and a trace of helplessness and humiliation flashed through his mind, but he still forced a smile and said.

"That's not right, madam. I, Huang, walk the world with integrity. Just look at my disciple's moves. He must have learned from Mr. Dong Haichuan to be able to perform like this. It's not ordinary."

But before he could finish, the rich lady turned around and walked away impatiently, not wanting to listen to him at all.

While walking, he was still saying something.

"It's boring. It's just some fancy tricks and some talking skills."

It would have been fine if she just left by herself, she even asked others to leave with her.

"Go away, go away, there's nothing to see."

In the blink of an eye, many people left the originally small crowd.

Huang Yiwu was so angry that his teeth were itching, but he dared not say anything. Is there anyone in Shanghai that he could afford to offend?

Just when he was in distress, he suddenly heard a somewhat nonchalant voice.

"Oh, you old man are quite talkative. Your apprentice has good skills, but we are all here to have fun.

Your tricks may look pretty, but they are not good enough to attract money.”

Huang Yiwu turned around and saw a gangster-like man speaking in a weird way.

He wanted to get angry, but when he saw the thug throwing a few coins with a smile, he immediately lost his temper and could only bow and say.

"What advice does this gentleman have?"

The hooligans cracked melon seeds while giving instructions like an expert.

"If you come out to show off your skills, then of course you have to make the audience feel comfortable and excited. If you show off a few sets of boxing, and only you embarrass yourself, how can the audience be satisfied?
In my opinion, if you perform a chest-breaking stone trick, you will definitely get a lot of silver coins."

The thug pointed to a large moss-covered stone slab on the side of the road and said.

Not only did he propose it, he even started a commotion in the crowd. For a moment, the few remaining spectators were all shouting.

"The chest is broken into pieces!"

"The chest is broken into pieces!"

"The chest is broken into pieces!"

Huang Yiwu was in a dilemma and said with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Sir, you need to be prepared to break a big stone in your chest. You can't just pick any stone on the side of the road."

The thug glared and said, "Huh? Didn't you say you have real kung fu? Do you have to prepare some fake stuff to deceive people? If you can't break a rock with your chest, what kind of real kung fu is that? Go home as soon as possible and don't waste your time here."

"This this."

Huang Yiwu's face turned red and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Master asked me to do it. Isn't it just to break a big stone on the chest? I can do it!"

Fugui immediately stood up and glared at the thug.

"What if I could break?"

The ruffian narrowed his eyes at him, pouted and said, "If you can break it, I'll give you five dollars."

"You better keep your word!"

When Fugui heard the five dollars, he immediately became excited and started to walk towards the stone.

But at this time, Huang Yiwu stood up, grabbed Fugui and said.

"Fugui, don't be confused. Can't we break this?"

"Master, please don't stop me. With five dollars, your illness can be cured."

Huang Yiwu was so anxious that he kept coughing. Seeing that Fugui didn't listen, he couldn't stop him. He could only turn around and go back to the stall, bowing to the other spectators and speaking.

"I'm really sorry, gentlemen. I, Huang, am not very knowledgeable and can't do anything to break a stone in my heart. I'll just take my leave now."

"Hey, you are honest. Come on, brothers. There is nothing to see. Come with me to the east of the city to have some fun."

The thug showed a smug smile, called out to the people around him, and immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

night.

Huang Yiwu huddled in a simple shack outside the city, which was drafty on all sides.

There was only one candle in the room, flickering in the darkness.

The light and shadow revealed Huang Yiwu's thin figure and the cold steamed bun in his hand.

At this time, a simple and honest voice came.

"Master, why did you stop me during the day? The stone was just like that. I saw that others were not as skilled as me. If I had broken it, I would have definitely gotten five dollars."

(End of this chapter)