I, Bao Guowei: Rise from Daily Intelligence

"What, Paramount wants me to speak for him and tell him to queue up? Not even a dog..." "Stancom has been acquired? Who told you to use my money to squander it?" … The Republic of China is so big that one bag cannot fit in it. I traveled through time to become Bao Guowei, let Guo Chun be a dogleg, let Long Deming pick up the ball, let An Shuzhen write me a love letter, let Xun... Ahem. Today's information has been updated! [White intelligence: The police in the pedestrian street are short of money and are targeting you, Li Er, the rickshaw...] [White intelligence: Today, tinker Zhang Da discovered that the homespun cloth he woven at the cloth store was exchanged for 50 yuan. Could it be...] [White intelligence: Shopkeeper Chen of the Wharf Grain Store, the scale pole shook three times when weighing rice yesterday, and the widow who bought the rice stared at him for a long time...] … Many years later, Beijing Mr. Bao Guowei, the national philanthropist, the literary creator of the "Bao School", the light of new culture, the country's giant businessman, the leader of science and technology and the military, and the winner of the Nobel Prize, looked at the audience.