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

Chapter 499: Persuasion! The responsibility that Marshal Zhang bears?
Beiping.

Zhonghe Theater is outside the front gate.

Today, the Peking Opera Theater is a veritable time-honored brand, formerly known as "Zhongheyuan". The theater covers a large area and can accommodate more than a thousand people to watch the show together.

After knowing that Zhang Xueliang had invited them, Bao Guowei and others followed the soldiers to the theater.

After verifying my identity, I finally saw Zhang Xueliang in the theater.

Bao Guowei originally planned to meet with Zhang Xueliang, but unfortunately the other party was very busy and he could not spare the time, so he kept postponing the meeting.

In fact, the main reason was that Bao Guowei had not figured out how to "persuade" this stubborn young marshal.

It was naturally impossible for Zhang Xueliang to follow the ordinary audience below. Bao Guowei followed the guidance of the guards and found him in a private room on the second floor.

At this moment, he was hugging Miss Zhao Si, drinking tea and watching the following piece of music with relish.

My ears are filled with the melodious Peking Opera accompaniment and singing, and my nose smells the scent of sandalwood.

It formed a stark contrast with the messy scene below.

When Bao Guowei walked in, Zhang Xueliang's hands were still groping Miss Zhao Si's body dishonestly.

Seeing this scene, Bao Guowei couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

"Hmm~"

He coughed.

Zhang Xueliang finally reacted and quickly pulled his hand back. Miss Zhao Si also cried out and slapped Zhang Xueliang in an angry tone.

"I told you to keep an eye on the people."

Zhang Xueliang turned around, obviously angry at being disturbed, but when he saw that the person coming was Bao Guowei, he immediately lost his temper.

"Is it Bingwen?"

Bao Guowei said with a strange look on his face: "Am I here at the wrong time?"

Zhang Xueliang's face turned red: "How could that be?"

Then he turned to Miss Zhao Si and said, "Little sister, please go to the next room and sit down. I will talk to Bingwen about some important matters."

After Miss Zhao Si recognized Bao Guowei, she also stood up obediently.

When she passed by Bao Guowei, she smiled and said, "Mr. Bingwen's The Condor Heroes is fascinating. I wonder when I can see the next one."

Bao Guowei politely cupped his hands and said, "I'm glad Miss Zhao likes it, but I'm afraid the next one won't be released so soon."

He said it matter of factly.

Miss Zhao Si seemed a little disappointed. After the conclusion of The Return of the Condor Heroes some time ago, she felt empty inside.

The attraction brought by martial arts novels is much greater than watching a play.

Especially when the author is a young talent like Bao Guowei.

If I say too much, it would seem a bit strange.

Miss Zhao Si smiled gently: "You two can chat, I'll go sit next door."

After Miss Zhao Si left, Zhang Xueliang said enthusiastically: "Come, come, Bingwen, sit next to me. Today's song "The Lost Shu Mirror" is very wonderful. You are also a playwright. Our Peking Opera is not much worse than the foreign drama."

Seeing that there was a butt mark on the seat originally occupied by Miss Zhao Si, Bao Guowei couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed and sat down in the seat opposite Zhang Xueliang.

Once I sat down, I discovered that the view from the box was amazing; I could even see the faces of the actors on the stage clearly.

If you have better eyesight, you might be able to see clearly even if there is powder stuck in the corner.

Zhang Xueliang was very excited and introduced: "Look at the Qingyi on the stage, she is Mr. Cheng Yanqiu, the last disciple of Mr. Mei Lanfang. It's a pity that Mr. Mei Lanfang has not returned to China yet, otherwise I would definitely listen to Mr. Mei Lanfang sing a song or two when I arrived in Beijing."

Zhang Xueliang had extremely wide-ranging interests and hobbies. He lived to be a hundred years old, and it can be said that he had enjoyed everything there is to enjoy in the world.

In Bao Guowei's opinion, the fact that the other party can survive everything and still live to be a hundred years old has a lot to do with his mentality.

For example, now, the south is in chaos and the Japanese in the north are also ready to make a move, but he still has the mind to watch the show here.

Zhang Xueliang was a playboy who was good at having fun, but he was definitely not a competent commander.

However, Bao Guowei was not stubborn and went against the other party's interest to preach to him.

Just like the clear-minded people in ancient dynasties who gave advice.

This obviously has no effect at all.

Therefore, even though Bao Guowei had a thousand things to say, he still kept them in his heart and did not say them out loud.

On the contrary, when Zhang Xueliang saw that Bao Guowei didn't say anything, he started to talk a lot.

"Bingwen, I really admire your brain. If I had your talent, I would hide in the countryside, create works, and become a rich man.

Isn't it easier and happier than now? "

Speaking of this, Zhang Xueliang couldn't help but wonder.

"What happened to the rest of The Return of the Condor Heroes? In your novel, you only wrote that Xiao Long Nu and Yang Guo lived in seclusion and disappeared from the martial arts world, but I don't know whether they had a child in the end, or whether the poison in Xiao Long Nu was cured."

Bao Guowei was speechless: "Brother Hanqing, you have too many questions."

While talking incoherently, Bao Guowei's attention gradually shifted to the plot of the opera below.

"This play is called "The Lost Shu"? "

"Yes." Zhang Xueliang nodded and said, "It is a new play, which was made recently. I heard that it was influenced by you, Bingwen."

The more he watched, the more strange it became. Bao Guowei couldn't help but ask, "What is this drama about?"

Zhang Xueliang was a man who loved to watch a show. After hearing Bao Guowei's question, he immediately became interested and spoke.

"This is adapted from a Sichuan opera script, which tells the story of Wei general Deng Ai attacking Shu.
Ma Miao, the defender of Jiangyou, wanted to surrender when he saw that his army was defeated and his country was in danger. His wife Li explained the righteousness of the matter to him and tried to persuade him.

Ma Miao pretended to agree and secretly opened the gate to surrender to Wei, and Li committed suicide out of anger.

After briefly introducing the plot, Zhang Xueliang couldn't help but sigh.

"It is really sad that Ma Miao is not as loyal and brave as a woman."

Bao Guowei smacked his lips and said, "The script is quite simple, but there are fewer new plays about the Three Kingdoms nowadays, so a new script is not bad."

"Who said it wasn't?" Zhang Xueliang leaned back on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

At this time, Li's recitation of advice to Ma Miao was combined with the Xipi Kuaiban singing style, and Cheng Yanqiu's singing style on the stage was sincere and righteous.

"General, don't utter the word 'surrender'. The name of a traitor is shameful to women!"

As soon as this line of lyrics was sung, the whole room burst into applause.

"Good!" Even Zhang Xueliang stood up and clapped excitedly.

But only Bao Guowei noticed that when singing this line, Cheng Yanqiu was singing in the direction of Zhang Xueliang.

But Zhang Xueliang felt that this guy was trying to please him, and he felt even happier.

For a moment, Bao Guowei could clearly see the disappointment in Cheng Yanqiu's eyes.

Cheng Yanqiu is one of the four great single actors in the Republic of China, and can be said to be a well-known celebrity in Peking.

This actor who came from the Eight Banners also had his own unique feelings for his country and family.

Others may not know, but Bao Guowei knows.

After the fall of Peking, the enemy and puppet regime once asked the Peking Opera community to perform for free in exchange for donating airplanes to the Japanese.

Cheng Yanqiu firmly refused: "I, Cheng, would rather die by a gun than obey your order."

In fact, this play "The Mirror of the Fall of Shu" was also performed by Cheng Yanqiu in anger when the Japanese invaded and the National Government adopted a policy of non-resistance.

Perhaps it was because of Bao Guowei's arrival, or perhaps it was because of his recent exaggeration of the Japanese threat theory, that such "admonition" was brought forward.

But Zhang Xueliang was not a fool, and most people could understand the meaning of "The Mirror of the Fall of Shu".

Everyone despised Ma Miao's capitulationism.

But what about the "capitulationism" of Zhang Xueliang and Chang Kai-shen?

Zhang Xueliang's act of turning a blind eye seemed to have foreshadowed his attitude.

Anyway, Bao Guowei would never believe that Zhang Xueliang would not understand the meaning of "The Lost Shu Mirror", and Cheng Yanqiu was still crazy and pointed out on the stage. He almost wanted to throw the lyrics in Zhang Xueliang's face.

Sure enough, the actors on the stage gradually left the stage and the lights above dimmed.

Zhang Xueliang stopped clapping and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Obviously very unhappy.

In another time and space, this film "The Mirror of the Fall of Shu" was banned after only being screened twice.

Today, not only the Fengtian clique but also the Nationalist government are trying their best to avoid "public opinion" that conflicts with the Japanese.

With the exception of Bao Guowei, anyone who dares to publicly promote the Japan threat theory will undoubtedly be in trouble.

Bao Guowei, who sensed the other party's change, couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He originally thought that the information he provided and his many works could bring about a slight change in Zhang Xueliang's cognition.

Now it seems like just playing the lute to a cow.

Even the "Mirror of the Fall of Shu" that appeared in advance could not shake Zhang Xueliang's mind in the slightest.

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Bao Guowei couldn't help but sigh and said, "Brother Hanqing, are you really going to be so stubborn?"

"Ok?"

Zhang Xueliang turned his head and looked at Bao Guowei with a little surprise, as if he had thought of the other party's identity, and smiled with relief.

Wait until the stage is completely dark and the curtain is slowly drawn.

He sat down again, took a slow puff of cigarette, exhaled and spoke.

"Bingwen, I have read all the intelligence that Ho Tung and his men gave me. In fact, I have already obtained the intelligence about the Japanese activities in the Northeast and the actions of the middle and lower-level military personnel in Japan.

Don’t underestimate the Fengtian clique’s intelligence sources. The Fengtian clique has been operating in the Northeast for many years, and they are not doing it for free.”

The room was pitch black, with only the cigarette butt in Zhang Xueliang's mouth still emitting a little red light.

Zhang Xueliang continued: "Besides, there is unrest in the south, and warlords such as Wang Zhaomin, Li Zongren, and Bai Chongxi are ready to make a move.

You also know about the situation in Nanjing. Old Chang and Hu Hanmin are fighting fiercely. Now is not the time to fight against the Japanese."

"So, the Japanese don't care?"

For the first time, Bao Guowei felt a little annoyed.

Even in front of Chiang Kai-shek, he did not lose his composure like this.

But Zhang Xueliang seemed very aggrieved, because he really regarded Bao Guowei as his good friend.

He could not help but said helplessly: "Cheng Yanqiu does not understand politics, Bingwen you also do not understand politics? With our strength, it is undoubtedly a mantis trying to stop a chariot against the Japanese!"

"So, you are placing your hope on the Japanese cabinet to impose constraints?"

Zhang Xueliang said as a matter of course: "Bingwen, you also said that those who have similar ideas are middle and lower-level Japanese officers, and they can't make a difference.

Since ancient times, has there been any precedent for lower- and middle-class soldiers to accomplish anything? Moreover, there is the restraint of the cabinet, so there won’t be any trouble.”

He patted Bao Guowei on the shoulder, as if to comfort him.

"Don't worry too much. The Japanese always like to stir up trouble. If you let them take advantage of you, they will naturally stop.

From the perspective of international diplomacy, internal affairs of the country, and economic conditions, it is difficult for Japan to fight this war.

I can't imagine that the Japanese are such a bunch of idiots. They dare to start a war against other countries when the domestic economic crisis is in progress. If something goes wrong, it will be a disaster.
Their military officers are radical, but the civilian officials will always restrain them, right? "

Zhang Xueliang's analysis was very logical, but it seemed that from every aspect, it was impossible for the Japanese to get involved in the Northeast.

Bao Guowei sighed and said, "Brother Hanqing, you may understand politics, but you don't understand the Japanese well enough."

He said angrily: "Crisis actually indicates opportunity. You should be very familiar with modern history. During the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, how was the strength of Japan compared to that of the Qing Dynasty?
At that time, the Japanese mobilized the entire country to launch a war, which was also a huge gamble.

If the outcome of this battle had been different, what do you think history would have been like?"

"We are not the Qing Dynasty!"

"But Japan is much stronger than before the Sino-Japanese War of 1894!" Bao Guowei had already explained the truth. "In fact, the Japanese have a long tradition of overthrowing their superiors, and their attempts in the Northeast are enough to show their ambitions."

He couldn't help but curse angrily.

"Zhang Hanqing, are you an ostrich? When you encounter a problem, you stick your head in the dirt and try to cover it up?
Or are you worried that participating in the war with the Japanese will affect the power of the Fengtian clique?"

Bao Guowei's words were obviously too harsh.

Especially comparing Zhang Xueliang to an ostrich, if it were someone else, he would definitely be dragged out and shot.

However, his name is Bao Guowei, so he will be given extraordinary tolerance.

Zhang Xueliang glared at him, but he could think of Bao Guowei's status and reputation, as well as the meaning he represented, and even the sequel to "The Return of the Condor Heroes".

After all, he is an indecisive person and often even lacks confidence.

If it were his father Zhang Zuolin, if Bao Guowei dared to speak like this in front of him, he would probably be dragged out and shot countless times.

But he is Zhang Xueliang after all.

The expression on Zhang Xueliang's face changed, and finally a word came out of his mouth.

"In the northeast, the Fengtian clique will bear the brunt of the attack. It is human nature to protect oneself. Besides, this is just groundless speculation."

"What a common human emotion! What an unfounded guess!"

Bao Guowei gritted his teeth, wishing he could break the other person's neck right now.

To be honest, he really has the ability and opportunity.

But in the end he didn't do it.

Zhang Xueliang is a very important person in modern times.

In the end, the two parted unhappily, and Bao Guowei slammed the door and left without even saying goodbye.

Some guards outside the door looked shocked, but did not dare to stop them.

After a while, Miss Zhao Si came slowly from next door and heard the conversation just now.

I couldn't help but say it with some surprise.

"Han Qing, Bao Bingwen contradicted you so much, and you didn't react at all?"

Miss Zhao Si seemed to be looking at the expression on Zhang Xueliang's face in the dark.

"You don't understand." Zhang Xueliang said with his hands behind his back and a sigh. "I still admire people like Bingwen the most. He is a pure person who only thinks about the interests of his country."

He then revealed a hint of bitterness.

"But I am different. I carry the expectations of my father's old subordinates on my shoulders. The Fengtian clique handed over to me is like a huge family business.

I can’t take the risk.”

As Zhang Xueliang spoke, Miss Zhao Si looked at Bao Guowei as he left. The door that she pushed open was still creaking.

To be honest, the soundproofing from next door is not very good.

She also listened to the general conversation between the two people.

But even so, she couldn't figure out who was right between Zhang Xueliang and Bao Guowei for a while.

But vaguely, she felt that Bao Guowei was right.

This thought made her a little flustered, and she accidentally knocked over the coffee table.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xueliang frowned and found that Miss Zhao Si seemed very scared.

"No."

Miss Zhao Si shook her head repeatedly and said with a smile.

"In that case, there's no need to think too much. Let's go back and rest."

Zhang Xueliang let out a breath and looked at the stage again.

"According to your."

(End of this chapter)