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

Chapter 486 Bao Guowei’s Wedding! A New Beginning!
"Is Bao Bingwen married?"

Chiang Kai-shek, who was far away in Nanjing, also received the news of Bao Guowei's marriage.

After thinking for a while, Chiang Kai-shek said to Song Ziwen who was reporting in front of him.

"Please prepare a gift for me and send it over."

Song Ziwen didn't understand what Chiang Kai-shek was thinking, so he couldn't help but ask.

"What are the specifications?"

"It doesn't have to be too much, but it can't be too shabby either. After all, Bao Bingwen is very influential internationally and a figure that cannot be ignored."

After a pause, Chiang Kai-shek said.

"Then give a gift of about thirty or forty thousand silver dollars."

It’s not that Lao Chang is generous, but he has known Bao Guowei’s income. Given his status, it would be embarrassing for him to give him a gift at a bargain price.

"Thirty or forty thousand" Song Ziwen felt a little painful, but he still agreed.

After saying this, Chiang Kai-shek stood on the windowsill, looking at the vibrant scene of the gardens and the flourishing of all things in the spring, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

"I was right. Bao Bingwen is a rare talent. It's a pity that I can't use him."

Song Ziwen's heart skipped a beat: "What the commander means is..."

Turning his head to look at Song Ziwen, Chiang Kai-shek said with a smile on his face.

“It’s not like I want to deal with anyone. With Bao Bingwen’s influence, how could it be so easy to touch him?

Moreover, the legal currency system and various economic policies he proposed to us are all very pertinent and pragmatic.

With the help of such a talented person, Chinese autumn-leaf begonia will surely be unified, and we will be more prosperous. "

Song Ziwen let out a breath and gave a speech that Chiang Kai-shek would have given.

Being eloquent may be a skill that those in a high position must have.

But Chiang Kai-shek's eyes became fierce again.

"However, this person's political inclinations seem unclear. We will closely monitor him and arrest him immediately if he makes any attempt to confess."

Song Ziwen sighed inwardly. He didn't quite understand why Chiang Kai-shek was so obsessed with "internal fighting".

In fact, T.V. Soong was more inclined to what Bao Guowei said about cooperation.

For a businessman, the bigger the cake is, the more profit he can reap.

Moreover, although he didn't quite believe it before, Song Ziwen was indeed a little worried now. Would the Japanese really take this opportunity to invade?
"What do you think of Bao Guowei's theory of cooperation?"

Song Ziwen asked tentatively.

"Humph!" Chiang Kai-shek snorted. "Bao Bingwen has made some achievements in literature and economics, but he is a person who does not understand politics.

How can politics be so naive?
All the forces have their own ulterior motives. How can I, Chang, decide this alone?

They were so aggressive that if I didn't take ruthless action, I would be completely eaten up.

Politics is always cruel and does not allow for any mercy."

Faced with Chiang Kai-shek's words, Soong Tzu-wen was speechless.

For Bao Guowei and Zhang Nianyue, they were influenced by new ideas and did not regard marriage as a big deal.

The two of them had already been husband and wife for a long time, and the marriage was just a formality.

However, for the people of Hangzhou, Bao Guowei's marriage is a big deal.

When Hangzhou was hit by an epidemic, Bao Guowei had already accumulated a good reputation, and some people even built a shrine for him among the people.

Now that Bao Guowei is married, the streets are even more lively.

There were even people from other places who came to congratulate after hearing the news.

The entrance to Bao's house was filled with gifts from the people, such as a basket of eggs or a chicken.

These things were useless to Bao Fu, but on such a happy wedding day, there was no need to reject the good intentions of the people.

Therefore, whenever someone sent a gift, the Bao family would give out a red envelope that was far more than the gift.

Of course, doing so will inevitably attract many ruffians who want to make money from this.

Given the reputation of the Bao Mansion in Hangzhou, few people dare to bring bad luck upon themselves.

If there are those who really take risks and are discovered, they will be poked in the spine and told that your life was given by Mr. Bao, so how dare you take advantage of him.

On the wedding day, Bao Guowei wore a bright red suit and a black hat. He did not wear the Qing Dynasty style groom's attire, but the Ming Dynasty style groom's attire, and walked back and forth on the streets of Hangzhou.

During this period, material relief was distributed to the poor people.

He always wanted to keep a low profile in the past, but this time he had to be high-profile.

Besides, considering Bao Guowei's current income, this little thing is really nothing.

After The Return of the Condor Heroes became a huge hit, income has been flowing into his account continuously.

There were even foreigners who came to visit him, wanting to translate his martial arts works into English or other languages ​​and sell them overseas.

Foreigners read martial arts novels?
This was something we could never even think of in the past.

Given Bao Guowei's current international reputation, even if he wrote a book without words, I'm afraid there would be people who would buy it.

At the same time, more people have come to understand Chinese culture and are willing to learn it.

I have a new understanding of this mysterious ancient country in the East.

This is the greatest influence a writer can bring to a country.

When preparing to go to Zhang's house to pick up the bride, Bao Guowei did not ride on a tall horse, but sat in a black car and slowly drove towards Zhang's house.

"Join us! Rejoice together!"

Lao Bao stuck his head out of the car window, scattering wedding candies and speaking cheerfully.

Once inside the Zhang Mansion, everything about the wedding was carried out in traditional Chinese style.

The incense table was filled with smoke and red candles were burning high, and relatives, friends and staff were all in their positions.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Bow to my parents!"

"Husband and wife bow to each other!"

The three elders sat upright on their chairs.

Old Bao happily accepted the tea offered by the newlyweds and stuffed a large red envelope into Zhang Nianyue's hands.

Zhang Taiyan looked solemn and said to Bao Guowei.

"My boy, I am now handing my daughter over to you. From now on, I will not only be your master, but also your Taishan.

You must never cause trouble again.

Also, you must be nicer to Nianyue from now on and not go out and mess around with other girls, otherwise I will..."

Zhang Taiyan became more and more verbose as he got older, and once he started talking he couldn't stop.

Zhang Nianyue, who was standing in front of him, couldn't stand it anymore. She stuffed the wine glass into Zhang Taiyan's hand and said with a smile.

"Daddy, drink some wine!"

Zhang Nianyue is usually carefree and seldom observes such etiquette. It's hard enough to be tired after a whole day of hard work, and now she has to listen to her father's nagging here, which she really can't stand.

Tang Guoli also pushed Zhang Taiyan aside and took the drinks from the two newlyweds with a smile on her face.

"You two should get along well with each other in the future and have a big fat baby soon."

"Mom~" Zhang Nianyue's face hidden under the veil turned red.

"Send to the bridal chamber!"

With a recitation, the ceremony was over.

That night, after the celebration in the front yard, Bao Guowei, slightly drunk, came to their new home.

Bao Guowei pushed open the door with great anticipation, intending to take a look at the bride's beauty.

Unexpectedly, when I opened the door, I saw a completely different and strange scene.

Zhang Nianyue's red veil was half-pulled down, with one foot on the bed.

Although she was wearing a phoenix coronet and a red robe, Zhang Nianyue's movements and expressions made her look like a bandit and hooligan.

While chewing melon seeds, she glanced at Bao Guowei.

"Why are you so late?"

Bao Guowei was speechless, and he suddenly regretted marrying the other party. Who is marrying whom?

But he still smiled and said, "The guests at home are so enthusiastic that I have been delayed for a while. I hope you will bear with me."

Zhang Nianyue curled her lips and patted the bed beside her in an ungraceful manner.

"Come and sit down."

"."

Although he felt that the atmosphere was a little off, Bao Guowei still sat down obediently.

I feel like a shy young wife.

After a while, Zhang Nianyue said, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you take off your clothes?"

Lady, aren't you a little too unrestrained?

"Should I drink the acacia wine?"

Bao Guowei reminded, pointing to the drinks on the table.

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Zhang Nianyue thought for a moment and said, "I don't want to drink alcohol, I prefer soda."

Bao Guowei was speechless. Are they going to drink Coke from each other's cups on their wedding night?

But he had no choice but to think that Zhang Nianyue really didn't drink alcohol, so he took out a glass bottle of Coca-Cola from the corner.

The brown liquid poured into the glass, immediately making Zhang Nianyue's eyes light up.

In 1927, the American Coca-Cola Company entered the Shanghai market and cooperated with Watsons Soda Company in production.

What is counterintuitive is that some wealthy families at that time could already drink Fatty Happy Water, which seems to be a modern commodity.

It even became a must-have at many people's wedding banquets and was more popular than wine and foreign liquor.

It was a bit weird that the two people, wearing traditional wedding attire, actually drank Coca-Cola as their toast.

After drinking the wedding wine, the two of them stared at each other, feeling awkward for a moment.

"Should we get started?"

When it came to Zhang Nianyue, she became embarrassed and spoke with her head down.

"Don't you know what to do?"

In this era, before some unmarried women get married, they will have special nannies to teach them how to perform the "Zhou Gong Ceremony" with their husbands.

In a sense, erotic paintings are meant to popularize this knowledge.

Zhang Nianyue had obviously received education from her nanny, but she was no longer a little girl.

The two had already tasted the forbidden fruit, but on the wedding day, they were suddenly embarrassed.

Bao Guowei was straightforward and didn't hesitate, as this was not the first time for the two of them.

He then walked forward to turn off the lights and extinguish the candle, then groped in the darkness and put his arm around Zhang Nianyue's shoulders.

But when the light was turned off, Zhang Nianyue had a completely different look.

She seemed to tremble.

Bao Guowei smiled and said jokingly, "What's wrong, lady? Are you scared now?"

Zhang Nianyue leaned on Bao Guowei, her body began to heat up a little bit, but she turned into a gentle woman again.

"From now on, you have to be nice to me."

"Do not worry."

After saying this, Bao Guowei could no longer hold back and immediately pulled up the quilt, causing clothes to fly everywhere in the room.

After a while, the sound of two people arguing came from under the quilt.

"Today is the big day, and I want to be on top."

"No way! How can you be on top every day? Do you want my dignity as a man?"

"After we get married, you have to listen to me!"

"Hey~ I am Bao Bingwen, a world-renowned writer, economic expert, and a man that foreigners are terrified of. How can I allow a little girl like you to be so presumptuous?"

Bao Guowei let out a roar, then pounced on her again, determined to restore his authority as husband!
After a while, Zhang Nianyue finally seemed to compromise.

"You go in the first half of the night, and I'll go in the second half."

"make a deal!"

In the blink of an eye, it was already March.

After Bao Guowei got married in Hangzhou, he rushed to Suzhou. Everyday he either accompanied Zhang Nianyue or traveled between Shanghai and Beijing.

As newlyweds, it is natural for two people to spend more time together.

But Bao Guowei did not forget his business and prepared to pack his luggage and head north.

In mid-March, just as Bao Guowei was preparing to leave the south, a guest came to his house.

"Mr. Ozaki Hidemi?"

Bao Guowei walked into the living room and looked at the person sitting on the chair with some surprise.

Obviously, the other party has been waiting here for a long time.

Ozaki Hidemi appeared very respectful. He immediately stood up, bowed and said.

"Mr. Bingwen, long time no see."

The two of them sat down and exchanged greetings immediately.

Ozaki Hidemi is the Shanghai correspondent of the Asahi Shimbun. He became famous in Japan for his article "The Chinese in the Storm" and is now the editor-in-chief of a column in the Asahi Shimbun.

Bao Guowei looked at the elegant green samurai sword and a bottle of sake on the table and couldn't help but smile.

"Ozaki-kun, you didn't come to me just to give me these souvenirs, did you?"

"I heard that Bingwen Jun just got married, and I didn't have time to congratulate him, so I prepared some small gifts."

Bao Guowei picked up the samurai sword. Apart from other things, he was quite skilled in knife making. The sword was tall and slender, exuding a Confucian atmosphere, which was very consistent with his temperament.

"I just don't know what the meaning of this is?"

Bao Guowei felt that this knife and bottle of wine were definitely not that simple.

The Japanese have been deeply influenced by the culture of the Tang Dynasty and have developed to the present day, integrating some of the sentiments and hobbies of ancient China, and always have a special liking for allegory and artistic conception.

It seems that Ozaki Hidemi is no exception.

With a smile, Ozaki Hidemi opened the lid of the sake, and a faint aroma of sake wafted out. He found a porcelain cup and poured it for Bao Guowei, then pushed the cup in front of Bao Guowei.

Looking at the other party's mysterious look, Bao Guowei couldn't help feeling a little strange.

Ozaki Hidemi was definitely a man of great faith. Although he was a Japanese, he got to know many Chinese left-wing cultural figures through the Asahi Shimbun and participated in many "Left League" activities.

He is a close friend of Xun Ge'er.

It was through Xun Ge'er's channels that Bao Guowei gradually established friendship with this gentleman.

Therefore, he felt confident about the alcohol and drank the sake generously.

But after drinking the wine, Bao Guowei immediately felt something was wrong.

He tasted it and looked at Ozaki Hidemi and said.

“Chrysanthemums are added to it.”

"Hahahaha." Ozaki Hidemi laughed and clapped his hands. "Sir, you are really good. You added chrysanthemums in it."

Bao Guowei was speechless and looked at the samurai sword again.

"So, the meaning of your gift is "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword"."

"That's right!" Ozaki Hidemi seemed very happy. "No one knows me better than Bingwen-kun."

The other party was extremely happy, but Bao Guowei was a little speechless.

Although this is the implication, it still feels a bit weird and very stiff.

But he couldn't refuse the other party, so he said with a smile.

"Ozaki-kun, you're beating around the bush, but do you have good news for me?"

"That's right!" Ozaki Hidemi said excitedly. "Bingwen-kun, your work has caused a sensation among the Japanese left-wing writers.

Especially Mr. Kurara Yuto, who specifically said that he wanted all Japanese people to see this work! ”

(End of this chapter)