The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

After listening to Zhou Hexuan's analysis of the root causes of the October Revolution, Leonard frowned and asked, "Does Mr. Zhou, like those Bolsheviks, think that the Russian Revolution was just and progressive?"

Once Zhou Hexuan admits, it will be defined as a red element. He smiled slyly: "Justice and progress, that depends on who it is. Just like the French Revolution, it was a rebellion to the emperor, but it represented justice to the rebels, and it eventually turned into a national revolution. A sexual riot. Who can tell? I think only history can tell."

"That's a rebellion, not a revolution!" Ivanova roared hysterically, "They not only executed the Russian nobles, but also expelled thinkers, artists and scholars. ***** Tens of millions of people died of starvation!"

Zhou Hexuan resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and reminded: "Ma'am, the total population of Russia is only over 100 million."

Ivanova yelled: "Tens of millions starved to death, at least one-third of the Russians died of famine, because the Soviet government robbed them of food! Those are a bunch of executioners!"

"Madam, please calm down," Peter Pan calmed down a little, and asked Zhou Hexuan expectantly, "Mr. Zhou, do you think the Soviet Union's political system can be maintained? When will it collapse?"

Zhou Hexuan thought for a while and said: "I have studied their various policies for the past ten years, and I dare to predict that as long as there is a strong strongman leading the Soviet Union, this country will develop at an unimaginable speed."

"Why did you come to this judgment?" Leonard involuntarily asked for advice.

Zhou Hexuan said: "The economic policies of the Soviet Union in recent years have tended to abandon agriculture and light industry and develop heavy industry with all their strength. It is a large country with a vast territory and a large population. As long as it follows this path, its heavy industry will develop faster than other countries. Several times that of the country, it is possible to complete the growth equivalent to 100 years of the United States in 20 years."

Pan Peter was surprised: "How could it be possible to give up agriculture and light industry? Don't the Soviets need to eat or wear clothes?"

"It can also be said," Zhou Hexuan said coldly, "They only need to meet the basic needs of more than 100 million people, and the rest of the money will be used to develop the industrial system. Many people will starve to death, and many people will be killed , but the country as a whole was able to develop rapidly."

There was dead silence in the living room, and everyone was imagining the kind of society Zhou Hexuan described, and as upper class, they felt shuddering about it.

After a long time, Leonard suddenly said eagerly: "Mr. Zhou, I would like to invite you to write for the "Beijing-Tianjin Times", and even recommend your article to the British "Times" headquarters."

Pan Peter also quickly said: "Mr. Zhou, I hope your theories and viewpoints can be published in "Zi Lin Xi Bao."

In today's Western world, there is only instinctive fear and hostility towards the Soviet Union. No one has done in-depth research on it, and even the Soviet Union itself has not yet determined its development path. It was not until after the world economic crisis in 1929 that the capitalist countries represented by Britain and the United States fell into a quagmire, but the economic situation of the Soviet Union was very good, and the world had a strong interest in exploring it.

The Chinese people in the living room were shocked to hear the collective invitation of two foreign-language newspapers. They just thought they were listening to the story and felt that Zhou Hexuan was very eloquent, only now did they realize that Zhou Hexuan really had something in his mind.

Puyi, Wanrong, Lu Jingyan, and Xu Ziquan all looked at Zhou Hexuan in surprise. Only Chen Shaomei didn't respond to this, because he didn't understand English very well, so he didn't know what everyone was talking about.

Facing the invitation of the two, Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: "I happen to have some manuscripts in my hand, I don't know..."

"Zi Lin Xi Bao is willing to pay a high price of 6 yuan per thousand characters!" Pan Peter said without authorization. In fact, he is just a reporter and has no right to set a price for the manuscript.

Leonard is the deputy editor of the Beijing-Tianjin Times. He laughed and said, "We would like to offer 10 yuan for a thousand words."

This shit is so expensive!

Zhou Hexuan didn't want to offend anyone, so he suggested: "You two gentlemen, why not do this. My manuscript will be published simultaneously in "Zi Lin Xi Bao" and "Beijing-Tianjin Times", and the manuscript fee is only 5 yuan per thousand words."

Leonard and Peter Pan looked at each other, as if they had reached a tacit agreement, they nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, that's the deal."

Zhou Hexuan thus became a man of influence in the salon, and then everyone revolved around him, literature, art, religion, history, customs of European and American countries... It seems that he knows everything, and he can speak clearly on any topic , which surprised everyone even more.

In fact, Zhou Hexuan is not that awesome, and his understanding of many fields is only superficial. But the people here are not experts, enough for him to be fooled. Occasionally speaking out some opinions of later generations can make these guys astonished.

Not to mention Empress Wanrong, even Lu Jingyan, a woman with a fiancé, looked at Zhou Hexuan with dazzling eyes, full of admiration and admiration.

After everyone discussed Shelley's poems, today's salon finally came to an end.

Marion held Zhou Hexuan's hand with a smile and said: "Mr. Zhou, today's salon is very exciting and meaningful, why don't you stay here for dinner. When my husband comes home, he will be very happy to exchange ideas with you."

"Ma'am, thank you for your hospitality, but I still have some things to do tonight, next time." Zhou Hexuan politely refused, he knew the essence of going too far.

"I'm looking forward to the next meeting." Marion said happily. The more exciting her salon is, the more face she will have in the circle, and it will be a lot of talk when she returns to Paris in a few years.

Everyone bid farewell and left, Puyi deliberately stayed for a moment, leaned close to Zhou Hexuan and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zhou, where are you now?"

Zhou Hexuan started to play, his expression was helpless with anger, and he smiled wryly: "I wrote a martial arts novel a while ago, and Marshal Chu Yupu liked to read it very much, so he sent someone to invite me to the Marshal's mansion, and forced me to read it. I became his foreign language secretary."

Puyi hated Chu Yupu very much, and said with the same hatred: "That's a bastard! Mr. Zhou, you are too talented to follow him."

"But I can't help it. I have a big soldier following me all day. Unless I flee Tianjin directly, I won't dare to disobey his orders." Zhou Hexuan said half-truthfully.

Puyi finally revealed his true intentions, and said sincerely: "Mr. Zhou, why don't you help me. For the time being, you can hang out with Chu Yupu as an internal response and secretly plan for me. With your peerless talent, as long as we work together , can definitely do a great job!"

It is said that Puyi's heart is higher than the sky, and his life is thinner than paper, and now he still wants to regain his position. It's a pity that there is a shortage of talents under him. There is only one Kang Youwei who is actively running, and the other vassals are all obsolete survivors.

Not to mention counselors, Puyi even lacks bodyguards at the moment, only a few eunuchs and court ladies are leaving the palace with him. According to the development of history, he will sell antique calligraphy and paintings next year, and invite martial arts figures to expand his guards, including Huo Diange, the great disciple of the sharpshooter Li Shuwen.

Zhou Hexuan was noncommittal, and smiled: "Let me think about it."

Puyi felt that something was going on, and was overjoyed immediately, cupped his hands and said, "It's all up to you, sir."

Zhou Hexuan ignored it, went out and shouted to the side room: "Shuan Zhu, go back to the Marshal's Mansion!"

Puyi was quite excited, he felt that he was about to recruit a great sage. Zhou Hexuan's performance in the salon just now not only won the praise of many foreigners, but also shocked Puyi. Now he urgently needs such a counselor who understands the world situation.

"Can it be done?" Wanrong asked worriedly, she didn't want to be a queen, she just wanted to live a peaceful and leisurely life. In her opinion, the Tianjin Concession is much more interesting than the deserted imperial palace.

Puyi clenched his hands into fists and encouraged himself: "I will definitely succeed! I am the Son of Heaven, I am the Emperor, and I was born to rule China!"

Wanrong didn't speak, but looked curiously at Zhou Hexuan's retreating figure, that person gave her an inexplicable strange feeling.