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

Chapter 80 Zhang Ping’an is an “adult”

"Is your name Zhang Pingan?"

At a small stall on the street, Bao Guowei looked at the child devouring food in front of him with a smile and said gently.

"Yes, yes, sir."

The child named Zhang Ping'an struggled to swallow a mouthful of winter bamboo shoots and reluctantly looked at the half-bowl of Pian'er Sichuan noodles in the bowl, but still raised his head politely to answer.

Seeing him like this, he looked like he was starving, so Bao Guowei didn't bother him and nodded with a smile.

"You keep eating!"

"Okay, sir!"

Like a soldier who had received an order, Zhang Ping'an immediately lowered his head to eat noodles again, almost swallowing the entire bowl.

Bao Guowei was amused by the way he was eating. He called the waiter and said, "Add two more tea eggs to him."

Zhang Ping'an quickly waved his hands and said: "No, no, no, it's shameless to eat Mr.'s face. You can't do more. It's no reward for nothing."

Bao Guowei ignored him and continued to ask: "What else do you want? Let's order them all."

Seeing that his boss didn't listen to him at all, Zhang Ping'an could only give in helplessly and made a request: "I don't need to do anything else. Can you give me some spicy food?"

The boss said very strangely: "I don't have chili here. Where can I find spicy ones in Pian'erchuan? Could it be that my little brother has eaten other's unauthentic Pian'erchuan?"

At this point, the boss started to chatter.

"You must have eaten at that stall in the north of the city, right? I told you, old man, that shop is from an outsider and has no idea what Pian'erchuan is. They even added spicy food. It's not authentic at all."

He seemed to have a deep resentment towards that stall. He talked for a long time before he stopped and went to get tea eggs for the two of them.

Bao Guowei found it a bit funny, so he turned to Zhang Ping'an and said, "Did you just say spicy? You're not from Jiangnan, right? And judging from your words, how many years have you studied?"

Bao Guowei was a little surprised when he heard what the other party said just now. He didn't look like a disaster victim who had been begging at the entrance of the alley.

"How do you know this, sir? I am indeed not from Jiangnan." Zhang Ping'an blinked with a pair of black and white eyes, a little surprised.

Bao Guowei thought to himself, you are so strong in the Northwest stubble when you talk, can you guess it easily?

Zhang Ping'an sighed. He must have suffered a lot. Although he was only nine years old, he looked very mature. Then he said: "It's hard to explain in words. Sir, you should know about the drought in central Shaanxi! It's the boy's hometown and now only the boy is left."

After all, he is a child. When he said this, tears welled up in his eyes, probably thinking of those relatives who died.

Seeing this, Bao Guowei felt a little sad in his heart. This was an era of cannibalism, forcing a nine-year-old child to learn to speak like adults in order to survive.

Bao Guowei sighed, and for a moment he didn't know what to say to the other party.

Comfort him?

For Zhang Pingan, there is no need now, because no one can truly empathize with him, and the children who can live to this day may become mentally older than themselves overnight.

The two of them returned to the street from the small stall. At this moment, the crowd on the street had dispersed, and the old man giving the lecture was nowhere to be seen.

These spectators come and go as quickly as they come.

Some of them may be surprised that this person is called Bao Guowei, but few will come to get close to him.

For people at the bottom today, the best way to deal with big shots is to stay away.

Because you can't guess what the other person's temperament is like. To a certain extent, being far away from celebrities means that upper-class people lack opportunities and avoid unnecessary disasters.

"Peace, how about going back with me?"

After thinking for a long time, Bao Guowei finally said this, not to mention that the other party helped him again and again.

Besides, Zhang Ping'an was nine years old, and he was still at the age where future children would be in the third grade of elementary school. No matter what, he couldn't bear to let the other party eat by himself.

As expected, Zhang Ping'an saluted Bao Guowei and said: "I am not related to my husband. I have received help and favors from you many times. I really can no longer be shameless and continue to let my husband help me." ”

Bao Guowei laughed angrily. This nine-year-old child still looks decent?

He slapped the other person on the head and said angrily.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm not asking you to follow me for free. I see that you have a good talent. Study hard with me and become a useful pillar of the country in the future."

"Sir." Zhang Ping'an once again raised his hands and wanted to speak, but found that his back collar was lifted up. He opened his teeth and fluttered his limbs in the air, and kept talking.

"Sir, don't be so rude, and scholars, don't be so rude!"

Bao Guowei patted his head gently and scolded him with a smile: "You little baby, stop talking in such a formal manner. Just stay here and be honest. I will give you homework when you get back."

"Sir! Sir!" Zhang Pingan called a few more words, but found that it was of no avail, and then he could only lower his head and say. "Sir, please put me down and I can go by myself!"

Bao Guowei took him to a clothing store and said, "Let's change some clothes first!"

In fact, Bao Guowei knew why Zhang Ping'an became like this.

Underneath the polite appearance, there is nothing more than a heart that has been stimulated to fear by the dangers of society. He hides the fear and helplessness of a child, and then pretends to be an adult, so that maybe no one will bully him. .

"Sir, can I continue to work at the newspaper? I sell newspapers and I have the best business in the newspaper."

Zhang Ping'an obviously still refuses to give up the idea of ​​​​reliance on his own.

Bao Guowei was a little annoyed by what he said, but he could understand his mood. He shook his head helplessly and said, "That's okay, you have to complete your homework."

"Yes sir, reading is my happiest thing." The corners of Zhang Pingan's eyes were slightly red, and he had obviously cried secretly. His face was filled with joy, and he was stubbornly holding a paper bag in his arms, which contained the things he had just bought for him. Clothes, he doesn't want to put on new clothes dirty, so he has to hold them all the time.

Bao Guowei patted the other person's thin shoulder with a complicated look in his eyes. After some exchanges with Zhang Pingan, he felt keenly that this was a talent that could be made.

So he had an idea deep in his heart that his own power was limited after all. Even if there was a huge amount of knowledge in his head, it would be really difficult to use it all by himself.

Maybe develop another talent that you can trust?

But this is just an inner thought at the moment.

As soon as he took Zhang Ping'an to the door of his house, Bao Guowei was stunned.

Because at this time a shiny car was parked in front of his house.

The entrance to Bao's house is very narrow, and it took a lot of effort to drive in.

"Sir, is there someone up there?"

Zhang Ping'an pointed at the man in suit on the car and said.

Immediately, the lights on the car came on, illuminating the road in front of the two people. A young man in a suit and leather shoes got out of the car, wearing brown leather shoes and making a very loud sound.

He walked up to Bao Guowei, stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Bao Bingwen? I am Mr. Chu's new secretary Chen Fang. If you are free, can you come with me to see Mr. Chu?"

(End of this chapter)