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

Chapter 99 Spending money is a very painful thing!

Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Jing'an Temple Road.

Dahu Dance Hall.

At that time, there were dance floors all over Shanghai, and there were countless garden amusement parks.

While various modern entertainment industries in China are in a desert, popular music in the United States has developed as early as more than ten years ago. Various modern music forms, such as blues and jazz, originated from black music and were born one after another. .

Therefore, Bao Guowei introduced later generations of pop music a few days ago, which can be regarded as introducing foreign music concepts a few years in advance.

You must know that historically, a few years later was the period when domestic popular music exploded in the Republic of China, so Bao Guowei just pushed the process forward a little.

Dahu Dance Hall also hosts some activities on weekdays. Today, under the arrangement of Du Yuesheng, the colorful decorations were removed. In the center of the stage was a large banner with the message - Shanghai City Aids Zhijiang Province Epidemic Prevention and Control Fundraising Conference.

There were many flowers placed on the stage, and the tables and chairs were all in the same color. The huge hall seemed somewhat presentable for a while.

Backstage.

"Bingwen! Finally found you."

Hu Die searched the crowd for a while and finally found Bao Guowei in the corner.

Bao Guowei greeted her with a smile and said, "Good afternoon, Sister Hu Die, you look good today!"

Hu Die sat directly next to him, still wearing the costume of a fisherman, but with big and lively eyes.

"Thanks to you, I received the score of "Let the World Be Full of Love" and showed it to the professional music gentlemen in the Star Company. They were all amazed! They said that the composer must have returned from abroad. .”

"Is there another thing? I have listened to some foreign music, especially some American music. This song was also inspired by them. I don't know music theory, but I have a melody in my head. I asked several people to compose it. It’s done by professionals.”

Bao Guowei added something along the lines of his words, which could be regarded as a patch on what he said a few days ago.

At this time, a graceful woman wearing a brocade cheongsam walked in. Her face was so pretty that Bao Guowei almost didn't recognize her.

If not Ruan Lingyu, who else?

"They also said that you are a rare musical genius. If this song can spread, it will definitely affect many people. Now is the time when the country needs to unite as one and help each other."

She just heard the conversation between the two people, and then added.

Hu Die added: "It's a pity that Bingwen studied literature early. If he could learn music, he would also be a legend!"

Bao Guowei shook his head and said: "I don't have any musical talent, I just have a good hand. If I were asked to write another song, I might not be able to do it."

What he said is not unreasonable. There were many people in later generations who were ignorant of music theory and wrote many songs.

To put it this way, it also laid a perfect patch for the birth of this song.

It’s so hard to copy a song!

He sighed inwardly, why it seemed so easy to read online novels and copy poems before.

In actual practice, it is reasonable to make so many patches to copy a song, let alone more professional poetry.

The three of them exchanged pleasantries. At this time, a man dressed in shorts came over. Looking at the decoration, he knew he was from the Qing Gang.

He came over and said to Bao Guowei: "Mr. Bingwen, Mr. Du and Mr. Zhang please come over."

It seemed that the fundraiser was about to start. Bao Guowei asked the two girls to get ready, and then he came to the front hall.

Du Yuesheng and Zhang Taiyan were seen face to face. They were in the center of the crowd.

There were also many journalists from newspapers and magazines in the venue, carrying various cumbersome machines, rattling around in the venue, especially the center of Du Yuesheng and Zhang Taiyan, which became a key area for taking pictures.

If you want to run a successful fundraiser, publicity is always the top priority.

After all, there are only a few people who can be present at the fundraiser.

If we can build momentum through newspapers and attract more people's attention, we can collect more donations.

"Bingwen, come and meet the elite gentlemen from all walks of life!"

Du Yuesheng now regarded Bao Guowei as his nephew and recruited him into the crowd.

Bao Guowei nodded, cupped his hands in front of the gentlemen in suits, and then listened carefully to Du Yuesheng's introduction.

He first pointed at a middle-aged man with a square face and deep eyes and said, "Mr. Guo Luanhui, the big boss of Yong'an Department Store."

Bao Guowei quickly shook hands with the other party. He was stunned for a moment.

Guo Luanhui's name was not clear, but after searching in his head, he found the other party's name.

Guo Le.

This is a legendary business figure in old Shanghai! He started his business in Australia. He first founded Wing On Company in Hong Kong, and then opened a branch in Shanghai. Its industries include hotels, dance halls, banking and so on.

In the past few years, it has invested in the domestic textile industry and became the second largest textile enterprise in Shanghai.

Bao Guowei didn't find any dirt on the other party, and he could be regarded as a patriotic entrepreneur.

"Hello, Mr. Guo, I'm Bao Bingwen!"

Guo Le is actually very amiable. A businessman at his level is not like a nouveau riche who bosses around everyone. Instead, he can smile even to traffickers and lackeys.

He couldn't help but praise and said: "Bingwen is now a famous figure in Shanghai. Not only in the literary world, the press world, but also the film industry, you are praised very much because of your speech at the last banquet!"

A business tycoon is a tycoon, and what he said was like a breath of fresh air. Bao Guowei chatted with the other party for a few words, and then heard Du Yuesheng introduce several people to him one after another, all of whom are now prominent figures in Shanghai Industrial Industry.

Finally, he pointed at a man wearing glasses and said: "This is Mr. Huang Bohui. You should be familiar with him. He is the boss of The Times!"

"I've wanted to meet Bingwen for a long time, and now I finally got my wish. It's thanks to you that we, the Times, can now come back to life!"

While talking, Huang Bohui actually saluted Bao Guowei. Bao Guowei quickly helped him up and said, "Mr. Huang, please don't do this. I just wrote a few articles. How can I have the reputation I have today?" Thanks for the help, sir.”

Bao Guowei recently learned that the other party not only helped him build momentum, but also invited many scholars to write articles for him to refute the newspapers that slandered him.

He still has great respect for this gentleman. This is an idealist who has given up on comfort and pleasure, and regards running a newspaper as his best interest.

Even because he was obsessed with running the newspaper, he left his wife alone in the boudoir every day. She had to wait until the newspaper was published in the early morning before returning to the room with oil stains all over her body.

Therefore, his wife repeatedly filed for divorce from him, and he was considered a strange person in Shanghai in this era.

Subsequently, the Times was also established by him and became one of the three major newspapers in Shanghai. It was finally shut down because he was afraid that the enemy would use the influence of the Times.

The two chatted back and forth, and within a few minutes it was as if they had just met. Bao Guowei said: "Mr. Huang, don't worry. The Times will definitely be able to flourish in the future."

Huang Bohui sighed and said: "I am not stingy with money. As long as I can run this newspaper well, I will be satisfied. I have no money, and spending it is a very painful thing."

Hearing this, Bao Guowei's face twitched. Why does it sound so like Versailles? It even felt like I had heard this before.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to believe it, Huang Bohui immediately explained: "Don't think that what I said is sarcastic. Although I have a few taels of spare money at home, I am called a capitalist all the time. I have to do anything if I want to." Being stared at, if you fail, they will rise up and ridicule you."

Bao Guowei suddenly felt that he couldn't bear to listen. If you have too much money, you can donate it to those in need. He almost blurted out.

But I heard the other party say: "I don't have much money this time, and now I have spent a lot of money to promote the Times, but charity is a major event that benefits the country and the people, so I will just donate a small amount of 20,000 yuan."

Bao Guowei immediately put away his slander, and even felt a little guilty. He handed him over and said with great admiration: "Sir, you are righteous! I want to thank you for the people of Zhijiang Province!"

Even if Huang Bohui's words are a bit Versailles, he is even more worthy of Bao Guowei's respect for being able to actually donate so much money.

You must know that he only spent 3 yuan to buy the entire Times.

Nowadays, 4000 yuan can buy a three-story small western-style building in Shanghai, and yuan can buy five buildings!

This person's magnanimity is much better than that of later generations of entrepreneurs who only know how to promote and speak nicely!

Huang Bohui seemed to have remembered something and said again: "Bingwen, the recent public opinion field in Shanghai"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a voice on the stage speaking through the microphone.

"Dear guests, I am very grateful to be invited to this venue."

It was Du Yuesheng who was speaking, and Zhang Taiyan was standing with him. The two of them had already taken the stage just now.

The fundraiser has officially begun.

Bao Guowei lowered his head and signaled to Huang Bohui to talk later, and the other party nodded.

"Today is a fund-raising event jointly organized by Mr. Taiyan and I. In order to help tens of thousands of people in Zhijiang Province resist the erosion of the epidemic, I would like to invite Mr. Taiyan to make a speech for everyone!"

Zhang Taiyan walked up to the huge microphone, his eyes bright, his back still straight, and he looked around the audience and said.

"Gentlemen, do you know that there was a tragic epidemic in Guanshan County last year? Now that we have arrived in Suzhou City, Hangzhou City is also in danger. Our compatriots are deeply entangled by the disease, and I, Zhang Taiyan, cannot sit idly by and ignore it."

He introduced the current epidemic situation in Hangzhou, quoted classics and made impassioned speeches. This passage was very emotional and made his eyes red.

The guests in the audience were also very moved.

Finally, he said: "I, Zhang Taiyan, am not considered rich, but I still save some small amounts of money on weekdays. This time I pledge to donate three thousand silver dollars!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience burst into applause.

Du Yuesheng also looked excited. He had done charity many times. This was the first time he saw such a grand occasion, so he stepped forward and said loudly.

"I, Du Yuesheng, also donated 4 silver dollars! To purchase epidemic prevention and control materials for the people of Zhijiang Province!"

At this time, there was another violent round of applause from the audience.

A smile appeared on Du Yuesheng's face. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it and read.

"After negotiation this time, the top five guests at the venue who donated the most are eligible to have their names and messages printed on the uniformly produced masks!"

After hearing this, the audience was in an uproar. Everyone present was not a fool. What is this?

This is naked fame!

If you donate tens of thousands of yuan, it may only be reported in the newspaper, but if it is printed on the materials, then every public will see it!

Once your wealth and status reach a certain level, the most important thing you pursue is reputation!

Looking at the guests in the audience who were about to move, Du Yuesheng's face suddenly became overjoyed. He glanced at Bao Guowei approvingly. Only this kid could come up with such a wonderful idea!

Bao Guowei smiled a little bitterly. If it weren't for the purpose of raising more money, he would never have anything to do with fame and fortune.

It's just that being able to save more people is the most important thing now, and whether it is selling fame and wealth is a secondary matter.

With the start of the two big guys, many people began to donate enthusiastically.

There was a huge box in the center of the stage. Those who had cash came on stage and put it in, announcing the amount of their donation.

Of course, most people don't bring that much money, so they can just write a signed note and make it up after the meeting.

After a wave of donations, there are still a few who exceed 3 yuan, and most of them are 5 yuan, 8 yuan, or yuan.

The real businessmen haven't taken action yet. Most of them know the process of the fundraiser. The real highlight will have to wait until after the performance, so there is no rush.

Du Yuesheng held hands and chatted with Zhang Taiyan at the side, and every fundraiser would greet him when he came up.

At this time, a member of the Qing Gang suddenly ran onto the stage and whispered a few words in Du Yuesheng's ear.

Du Yuesheng's face suddenly darkened, and he exhaled through his nose and said, "Why don't you stop him."

The person from the Qing Gang who reported the news smiled bitterly and said: "We didn't arrange too many people this time. We really can't stop them. You also ordered us to try not to cause conflicts."

Du Yuesheng had previously told his subordinate thugs from the Qing Gang to be more careful and to put away their usual gangster temper at this fundraiser. If something went wrong, the impact would not be good.

"What's wrong? Who's here?" Zhang Taiyan asked a little strangely.

"Zhang Xiaolin."

Du Yuesheng sighed and said.

"Zhang Xiaolin?" Zhang Taiyan couldn't help but frown, but he was still a little confused. "Is this person always on good terms with Brother Yuesheng?"

"Sir, you only know one but not the other!"

There seemed to be some bitterness in Du Yuesheng's words.

At this time, the back of the venue suddenly became noisy. A dozen people walked in vigorously, led by a bald middle-aged man, and next to him a big man with a scar on his face shouted loudly for him.

"Mr. Zhang Xiaolin pledged 5 yuan!"

As soon as he shouted, countless people behind him continued to shout loudly, and for a while, the venue was filled with the voices of this group of people.

Du Yuesheng's face became more and more ugly. This pledge of 5 yuan was nothing, but the other party came uninvited and made it so public. It was obvious that he was here to slap him in the face.

Huang Bohui raised his eyebrows and said, "Zhang Xiaolin? It's really lively this time."

"Are you here to cause trouble?"

Bao Guowei also frowned.

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