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

Chapter 78 Mr. Bao

"Yes, I am Bao Guowei."

Bao Guowei squinted his eyes. Nowadays, he doesn't like to use the word "pin" so much, so everyone mixes the word "pin" with the name. Generally, civilized politicians will be more careful and call the person "pin".

Most ordinary people already call each other by their first names, and there are not so many taboos.

The speaker was a college student wearing an indigo gown, but he wore trousers under the gown, and the legs of the trousers were exposed from under the gown, which looked a little weird.

The college student was very surprised to see Bao Guowei. He immediately stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Chen Yunhong. I am a senior student at Zhijiang University. Nice to meet you."

"Hello there!"

Bao Guowei also extended his hand to shake it politely, and when he saw him coming out of the laboratory, he couldn't help but ask.

"Why don't you see Dr. Fang today?"

"Mr. Fang went to the city earlier and I don't know when he will come back."

Hearing this, Bao Guowei couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. To be honest, he was also very concerned about the effectiveness of allicin. If the research can be successful, it will definitely benefit the compatriots in this time and space.

But Chen Yunhong was very excited. He said excitedly: "So you are Bao Guowei! The allicin research you provided was very successful. Don't you know? Now the entire biology department of Zhijiang University is boiling!" "

Seeing the other party's exaggerated appearance, Bao Guowei was a little confused.

But it sounds like allicin is successful and the effect is very good?

Bao Guowei then asked: "Do you all know?"

Chen Yunhong scratched his head and said: "Such a big experimental result cannot be hidden."

After thinking for a moment, Bao Guowei immediately understood that allicin was not a core technology in the first place. This simple preparation method could not be hidden at all, so there was no need for Fang Xinchuan to hide it.

It's better to reveal it to everyone, and maybe it can promote the use of allicin.

Bao Guowei asked: "What is the specific effect?"

"I don't know much about this. I only know that the effect is remarkable. Mr. Bao should wait for Mr. Fang to come back." Chen Yunhong said with some embarrassment. Although he was in the laboratory, Fang Xinchuan did the core operations himself.

Seeing that the other party called him Mr. Bao, Bao Guowei suddenly felt a little strange. He was many years younger than the other party?

After thinking about it and seeing that it was getting late, he decided to go back first.

"Please tell Mr. Fang that I have been here and come visit him next time."

Chen Yunhong was very enthusiastic. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Bao. Mr. Fang rarely goes out. You will definitely come to see him in the next few days."

Bao Guowei nodded and wanted to leave, but saw that the other party was hesitant to speak, so he couldn't help but ask.

"what happened?"

Chen Yunhong said with some trepidation: "Mr. Bao, do you really not consider studying microorganisms? You are a very talented person. If you study, you will definitely achieve success."

Chen Yunhong, who was in his twenties, looked like a child in front of the seventeen-year-old Bao Guowei.

Bao Guowei, who had heard this many times, laughed. Now he has grown a lot after training, and is almost as tall as the other person. He patted Chen Yunhong on the shoulder and said.

"Leave professional matters to professionals, and I just need to be myself."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Looking at Bao Guowei's leaving figure, Chen Yunhong couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

He seems...a bit handsome!

Then he took out a cut-out page of "The Times" from his arms. It was "Stories of Prevention and Control" written by Bao Guowei. When he saw this article this morning, he was simply shocked.

Because he saw appropriate scientific knowledge in these short stories.

This kind of educational and entertaining content can even be used as his final review material.

"It seems that being a literary giant is cooler? Being able to benefit the people in this way is much better than being in a laboratory and never seeing results?"

Chen Yunhong couldn't help but feel a little emotional, thinking that it would be great if Bao Guowei was an old gentleman, and he could become a disciple, but it is a bit difficult to speak now. Then he patted his head with the newspaper and couldn't help but remind him.

"Chen Yunhong, Chen Yunhong, don't be half-hearted, learn your own lessons honestly and do the right thing."

Bao Guowei didn't ask the housekeeper to wait for him, so he had to take the shuttle bus when he came out.

The front of the shuttle bus in this era was also similar to the front of the T-type car, and the compartment was like a cargo box, extremely narrow and blocked. It was similar to the minibus-sized shuttle bus in later generations, and more than 30 people could sit there, so people were close to each other.

But this is already one of the most convenient public transportation methods in this era.

Even if it weren't for the fact that this section of road leads from Zhijiang University to the city, for the convenience of students and teachers, it would be impossible for the in-demand shuttle bus to reach here.

This shuttle bus goes back and forth four times a day, and the one-way fare is 5 cents. This is a preferential price for students, but it is not something ordinary people can afford.

After paying the fare, Bao Guowei found a corner in the back seat and sat down, closing his eyes and relaxing.

After about an hour, we finally arrived at the urban stop. There was still a long way to go home.

The streets of Hangzhou in the evening.

If we can ignore the beggars, disaster victims, and homeless people in the corner, maybe the collision of ancient culture and modern culture can show a different flavor.

Unfortunately, you can't ignore it.

Along the way, Bao Guowei suddenly saw a gathering of people.

I saw an old man in a mandarin jacket standing on a stone slab, surrounded by a circle of traders and footmen, as well as a group of children in shabby clothes.

Surprisingly, they were all very quiet, looking up at the old man with presbyopia, for fear of missing every word of the old man.

"Come on, come on, I'm talking about the fifth story in this newspaper. The title is "Don't Eat Raw Water." Well, this is a story about Emperor Yongzheng of the former Qing Dynasty and Empress Zhen Huan. Please listen to me carefully. Tell me in detail."

The old man's voice was ups and downs, but every word was pronounced clearly, but when he was about to speak, he suddenly stopped, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, and then he kicked the copper basin in front of him and said.

"Everyone, I am a little thirsty. I would like to give you some money to quench my thirst."

He cupped his hands around him.

Some people in the surrounding crowd left, but most people still readily took out some coins, mostly 5-cent nickels.

There were also wealthy people who thought the old man was right and threw out a copper coin, which turned out to be yellow and conspicuous.

Then, the old man happily gathered the coins into the bag, took a sip of the water in the wooden gourd, and continued talking.

"But it was said that one day the former Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty accidentally entered the back garden."

Bao Guowei stood behind the crowd and felt a little embarrassed when he heard that the story he had made up was re-interpreted by the old man, with some indescribable details added.

Are all street jokes so exciting?

But it sounds like the core knowledge of epidemic prevention and control has not changed. He just understands that it is educational and entertaining, as long as the people like it.

Seeing this scene, he was still a little happy. At least it meant that his efforts had achieved some results, and it was also good for the prevention and control of the epidemic.

"Da da da!"

But he heard a burst of urgent footsteps behind him, heading towards him.

The hair all over Bao Guowei's body suddenly stood up, and his hand immediately grasped the dagger inside the lining.

The center of gravity of the legs was pressed down, trying to avoid it.

At this time, I heard a young and familiar voice shouting next to me.

"Sir, be careful!!!"

(End of this chapter)