267 Literary Masters Shanghai Ascending

"This is absolutely not possible!" Zhang Meixi's tone was unprecedentedly affirmative, and she stood up and waved her arms for emphasis.

Old lady Zhang had a smile on her face, the light in her eyes retreated, and she continued to drink his little wine:

"Those who become big things, regardless of informality, Mr. Shandong is such a big man! Hey, children and grandchildren are debts, forget it, you don't have to worry about it, I will take care of it for you. ”

"No, absolutely not."

Zhang Meixi's eyes were a little frightened:

"Grandpa, you must do that!"

For a moment, Zhang Meixi felt dizzy, she was once ambitious and tried to change the world, but now she found that she was even weaker than she imagined and could be bullied a hundred times.

Mrs. Zhang smiled:

"Why can't even grandpa believe it, if you don't kill people, grandpa naturally won't kill people, but just talk to them!"

"Excuse grandpa."

Zhang Meixi curtsied, sat down again, and filled Old Lady Zhang's empty wine glass.

"I'll talk about it myself."

The old lady of the Zhang family smiled and picked up the cup again, Zhang Meixi's eyes were a little moist:

"The humidity in Shanghai is too big, and my grandfather is used to staying in Shandong, so he is not suitable for here, and drinking every day is not good for his health. I think you might as well go back to Shandong. ”

Mrs. Zhang smiled:

"Don't just make decisions for me in the name of giving me good, stay in Shanghai, look at you, I can feel at ease!"

Mrs. Zhang is really good at reasoning.

……

In a very reluctant state, after visiting Sheshan, Zhang Meixi was depressed for a few days, and talked to them again, even if this matter was temporarily let go.

Now under my nose, the most important thing is how to deal with the ministers of the great powers. The former powerhouses and Sun Dujun sent various invitations to Mr. Shandong, and Mr. Shandong could ignore them.

Of course, this time the powers and Sun Dujun sent a bunch of invitations over, and Zhang Meixi could still choose to ignore them. It's just that next time there is something to ask them to come forward, it will be difficult. You don't even have to wait for the next time. The great powers can even create an opportunity or two for Mr. Shandong to beg for them.

Therefore, Zhang Meixi held a small meeting in the headquarters of the Pudong Industrial Base to formally discuss the aftermath of the incident and how to prevent similar incidents from occurring in the future.

The meeting was attended by: Mrs. Zhang, Uncle Zhang, Zhang Meixi, the three young masters of the Zhou family, Peaches. Apricot.

Mr. Shandong is a leader in the scientific community, but she has definitely set up a cronyistic family business.

The meeting decided to set up a petroleum and related products research institute in Philadelphia, USA, and appointed Uncle Zhang, who could only speak no more than ten American words, as the president of the petroleum research institute.

After the meeting, Uncle Zhang began to pay homage to the envoys of the great powers according to the invitations sent by the ministers, thanking them for their help in the siege of Ping An Pharmaceutical Factory, and explaining the various construction plans of the Philadelphia Petroleum Research Institute, and in the name of scientific research. Collect donations from all those who care about Mr. Shandong in the community.

People from all walks of life in Shanghai immediately came to the conclusion that Mr. Shandong was visiting Philadelphia in the United States, so whoever wants to fight or raise money in the future should go to the United States.

"It's a not-so-clever diversion!" Tuesday the young master said.

"It's just lying, anyway, I really hate talking." Zhang Meixi also frowned and said.

Uncle Zhang is willing to throw his head and spill his blood for his daughter, but he, the dean of the Petroleum Research Institute, is also doing very well. After visiting the ministers, the incident came to an end for the time being.

The newspaper quickly changed the subject, and a world-famous figure had come to Shanghai to visit Wèn these days, and it was George Bernard Shaw, who had just won the Robert Prize for Literature.

George Bernard Shaw is one of the world's top writers. His works began to be broadcast in Shanghai in the form of plays and movies a few years ago, although they were not popular among the general public and did not gross.

But among the upper-class intellectuals in Shanghai, it is still very famous. Even if some people don't know him, at least say a one-sentence introduction. It can make most intellectuals understand, "This year's winner of the Jobel Prize for Literature!" ”

Thanks to the total westernization, or the guidance of the idea of mastering the art of mastering the country, the Chinese intellectual class is also very familiar with the Jobel Prize, as for some people:

"The Bell Prize is so famous. Mr. Shandong is so famous, why didn't Mr. Shandong win the Jobel Prize? ”

"Mr. Shandong is too famous, and he is the same generation as Ruobel, so he naturally disdains to take his bonus!"

"Well, it makes sense, it makes sense!"

Those who say it are talking nonsense, and those who listen are very much in agreement! There are many things that don't need Mr. Shandong to come forward to explain, anyway, there are too many people who will automatically make up the answers.

The news that 100,000 soldiers besieged the Ping An Pharmaceutical Factory was solved so quickly, and the newspaper reporters in Shanghai deeply regretted it, but fortunately, Master George Bernard Shaw came to visit Shanghai.

So 300 reporters gathered at Wusong Wharf to greet world-class cultural masters, various celebrities in the literary world, and an elegant former president's wife.

The steamer Queen, on which the master of world literature was aboard, docked at the pier and refused to allow all journalists to board the ship, except for a few celebrities from Shanghai, including the wife of a former president and a dozen or so representatives of the cultural circles. In addition, there are Boss Mei of Peking Opera and Dean Zhang of the Petroleum Research Institute, Dean Zhang is the uncle of the Zhang family, Mr. Shandong and his father.

Dean Zhang wore an ordinary roasted silk horse coat and a green cloth gown, mixed with a group of Shanghai celebrities, like a kiwi mixed into a pile of salted duck eggs, and it was not particularly conspicuous.

On the one hand, it also shows that the word celebrity is also touted by touting each other.

George Bernard Shaw was very emaciated, and he was almost seventy years old. He was a typical late bloomer, and wrote many novels in his early years, all of which were rejected by the publishing house. According to his memoirs. In the first 10 years of his career, he earned a total of £6 in manuscript fees. Five pounds of it was written for a drug.

After an unsuccessful career in writing novels, George Bernard Shaw switched to writing plays, which slowly became famous and became very popular in the European and American theater circles. This master also has a lot of jokes.

Once a beautiful actress wrote to him: "How nice it would be if the two of us got married and gave birth to a child with a head like you and a face like me." ”

George Bernard Shaw smiled at the letter, and replied to her in a serious manner, one of which reads: "Wouldn't it be terrible to have a child born with a mind like yours and a face like mine!" ”

…… (To be continued.) )

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