If the most upscale in Nanjing is the Yangtze Hotel, then the most upscale in Shanghai is the Chinachem Hotel.

Chinachem Hotel, known as Cathay Hotel in English, is the Khitan Hotel and China Hotel, funded by Victor Sassoon, the richest man in Shanghai, and is located in the prime location of the Bund, which is the tallest building in Shanghai at this time.

It later had another name - the Peace Hotel!

Jiang Zhenghan wore an old blue cloth shirt and looked up at the towering high-rise buildings. In normal times, he would not have come here, because his monthly salary is not enough to drink a few cups of coffee at the Chinachem Hotel.

"Mr. Ai Qing!"

A woman's voice came.

Jiang Zhenghan looked back, but it was a young woman calling him, and asked suspiciously, "Are you?" ”

The woman smiled and said, "My name is Guan Lu, and I saw you at the poetry event. ”

"It turned out to be Miss Guan." Jiang Zhenghan immediately recalled the other party's work.

Guan Lu joined the Left League four years ago and is well-known in Shanghai's literary circles. The poem that really made her famous was the poem "I would rather fight and die for the motherland than be the survivor of the nation" written after the July 7 Incident, known as the "wife of the nation", and Pan Liudai, Zhang Ailing, and Su Qing are known as the "Four Talented Women".

It's a pity that Guan Lu's reputation was lost during the Anti-Japanese War and she became a female traitor who was scolded by everyone.

It wasn't until the founding of New China that the truth was finally revealed, and it turned out that Guan Lu was not a female traitor, but an underground party that broke into Wang's puppet regime. And only a few people know about it, because Guan Lu's previous work is not suitable for large-scale publicity, and she gritted her teeth and carried half a lifetime of grievances.

Guan Lu is one of the prototypes of the heroine of the movie "The Wind".

Jiang Zhenghan's fame is much greater than Guan Lu's, and he has qualifications - squatting in prison. The two walked towards the Chinachem Hotel together, and Jiang Zhenghan asked, "How did you get the invitation?" ”

"A friend informed me that Mr. Zhou was going to convene a meeting of poets from all over Shanghai." Guan Lu replied.

Jiang Zhenghan smiled and said, "I was also notified by a friend." I just couldn't believe that Mr. Zhou actually chose to hold a meeting at the Chinachem Hotel. ”

"Big capitalists, of course, choose high-end places." Guan Lu joked.

The two were chatting when suddenly a high-end car drove past them and came to a steady stop at the parking spot in front of the hotel. Shao Xunmei walked down in a suit and leather shoes, ran to the car door diligently, led the glamorous Xiang Meili to get out of the car, and the two walked into the hotel hand in arm.

"Tsk, the gambling poet Shao Gongzi also came to the meeting, it seems that today's poetry will be taboo." Jiang Zhenghan couldn't help but ridicule.

Guan Lu thought of the contradictions of some poets, and smiled: "It's better not to fight." ”

The two walked to the door of the hotel, and the doorkeeper was an Indian Ah San. Seeing that they were poorly dressed, Ah San immediately stretched out his hand to stop them, and said in broken English: "Those who are not in good clothes are not allowed to enter!" ”

Jiang Zhenghan immediately became angry, he raised his sleeves and turned around in place, and asked, "Although my clothes are a little old, they are clean and tidy, where are they not in order?" You don't want to look down on people! ”

Guan Lu didn't want to make a fuss, so she smiled and said, "Hello, we are here for a banquet, Mr. Zhou Hexuan's banquet." ”

Indian Ah San obviously heard of Zhou Hexuan's name, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally got out of the way: "Go in." ”

"Fox fake tiger might!" Jiang Zhenghan walked in with his sleeves flicked up, too lazy to talk to the Indian dog.

At the same time as the two entered the hotel, Chen Mengjia also came in a rickshaw. He was dressed much more thoughtfully, dressed in a suit and combed his hair neatly, Ah San let him go without asking too much.

Chen Mengjia walked quickly to the lobby of the hotel, and not far from entering was the reception of the poetry conference. The receptionist was a student found by Xu Zhimo, and said with a smile: "Sir, please show your invitation letter." ”

The invitation is nothing other than newspapers and magazines, and as long as poetry is published in the publication, you are eligible to participate in today's poetry conference.

Chen Mengjia took out a monthly magazine, pointed to the poems in it, and said, "I wrote this one." ”

The student in charge of the reception is also a poetry lover, and immediately revered: "It turned out to be Mr. Chen Slowzai, please come in!" This is your admission badge, so be sure to hang it on your chest. ”

"Thank you." Chen Mengjia nodded and smiled.

Jiang Zhenghan, who had already walked a few steps, suddenly turned around and said, "Hello, Mr. Chen!" I'm Ai Qing, and this is Miss Guan Lu. ”

"It turned out to be two, look up for a long time!" Chen Mengjia hurriedly shook hands.

Although Jiang Zhenghan and Guan Lu both belonged to left-wing literati and were not close to Chen Mengjia, who was born in the Crescent Moon School, the three of them felt sorry for each other's works.

They are all - patriotic poets!

Chen Mengjia is a student of Wen Yiduo and is deeply influenced by his teachers. Although at the beginning, he was taken by Xu Zhimo to play romantic, but after the 918 incident, Chen Mengjia wrote a large number of patriotic poems, and those who don't know the details still think he is a left-wing poet.

The three of them took the elevator upstairs together, and Jiang Zhenghan asked curiously: "Brother Slow, do you know why Mr. Zhou organized this poetry meeting?" ”

"I don't know," Chen Mengjia shook his head and said excitedly, "but Mr. Pound is also here today." ”

Guan Lu asked, "Who is Pound?" I only know that there was a Pound in the Three Kingdoms era. ”

Although they were both patriotic poets, they clearly had different concerns. The Crescentist poets admired Pound, but the left-wing poets were not interested at all, and if they knew that Pound supported the fascists, it is estimated that the left-wing poets would spray him in the face.

The elevator door opened, and the three of them didn't go far before they bumped into the lost Dai Wangshu.

Jiang Zhenghan joked: "Poet of Rain Lane, are you looking for Lilac Girl?" ”

"Don't make a fuss," Dai Wangshu said, scratching his head, "the Chinachem Hotel is too big, I get lost as I walk, it's like a labyrinth." ”

Guan Lu smiled: "You don't know how to read the house number?" ”

"I saw it, but I still can't find it." Dai Wangshu said with a bitter face.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go." Chen Mengjia patted Dai Wangshu on the shoulder.

Dai Wangshu is a modernist poet, but he is often associated with the Crescentists, and at the same time has ties to left-wing poets, and he can eat anywhere anyway.

By the way, since the New Moon Sect was seized, although it was re-run by Xu Zhimo again, the limelight has not been as good as before. In particular, the style of many backbones of the Crescent School gradually merged with the Modernists, and it is difficult to say which one belongs to which school.

As for Zhou Hexuan, he is regarded by Dai Wangshu and others as the originator of Chinese modernist poetry.

Dai Wangshu asked Chen Mengjia excitedly: "Slow, I heard that Mr. Pound will come today?" ”

"Well, it will come," Chen Mengjia nodded, "We have already met a few days ago." ”

"Great!" Dai Wangshu clapped his hands and laughed.

Pound is not only the initiator of European and American Imagist poetry, but also the master of modernist poetry.

Everyone looked for the house number and came all the way to the hall where the poetry meeting was held.

The door was open, and there were at least forty or fifty people seated inside, many of them familiar.

Guan Lu exclaimed: "Won't all the poets from Shanghai come?" ”