Chapter 817 816 [Poetry Meeting]

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

Chinachem Hotel, also known as Cathay Hotel in English, also known as Khitan Hotel or China Hotel, was funded and built by Victor Sassoon, the richest man in Shanghai. It was located in a prime location on the Bund and was the tallest building in Shanghai at that time.

It later had another name - Peace Hotel!

Jiang Zhenghan was wearing an old blue shirt and looked up at the towering tall buildings. Normally, he would not 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, asking doubtfully: "Who are you?"

The woman smiled and said, "My name is Guan Lu. I met you at a poetry event."

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

Guan Lu joined the Leftist League four years ago and is well-known in Shanghai literary circles. The poem that really made her famous was the poem "I would rather die fighting for the motherland than be a widow of the nation" written after the July 7th Incident. She was known as the "wife of the nation", together with Pan Liudai, Zhang Ailing and Su Qing. As one of the "Four Talented Women".

Unfortunately, Guan Lu lost her reputation during the Anti-Japanese War and became a reviled female traitor.

It was not until the founding of New China that the truth finally came out. It turned out that Guan Lu was not a female traitor, but an underground party member who had infiltrated the Wang puppet regime. And only a few people knew about it, because Guan Lu's previous job was not suitable for large-scale publicity. She gritted her teeth and carried the injustice for half her life.

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

Jiang Zhenghan is much more famous than Guan Lu, and he has qualifications - he has been in prison. The two of them walked towards the Chinachem Hotel together. Jiang Zhenghan asked, "How did you receive the invitation?"

"My friend informed me that Mr. Zhou is convening a meeting of poets from all over Shanghai." Guan Lu replied.

Jiang Zhenghan said with a smile: "I was also informed by a friend. I just can't believe that Mr. Zhou actually chose to hold the meeting at the Chinachem Hotel."

"As a big capitalist, of course you have to choose a high-end place." Guan Lu joked.

The two were chatting when suddenly a high-end car drove past them and stopped steadily at the parking spot in front of the hotel. Shao Xunmei walked out of her suit and leather shoes, ran to the car door diligently, took the radiant Xiang Meili out of the car, and the two walked into the hotel arm in arm.

"Tsk, Mr. Shao, the poet of the gambling country, is also here for the meeting. It seems that today's poetry will be non-vegetarian." Jiang Zhenghan couldn't help but tease.

Guan Lu recalled the contradictions of some poets and smiled: "It would be better not to fight."

The two of them walked to the door of the hotel. The doorkeeper was an Indian Asan. Seeing that they were poorly dressed, Asan immediately reached out to stop them and said in broken English: "Those who are disheveled are not allowed in!"

Jiang Zhenghan immediately became angry. He raised his sleeves and turned them around in a circle, asking: "Although my clothes are a bit old, they are clean and tidy. Where are the clothes that are not neat and tidy? Don't look down on others!"

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

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

"The fox pretends to be the tiger's power!" Jiang Zhenghan walked in with a flourish, too lazy to talk to the Indian loser.

At the same time that the two of them entered the hotel, Chen Mengjia also arrived in a rickshaw. He was dressed much more politely, wearing a suit and his hair neatly combed. Ah San let him go without any further questions.

Chen Mengjia walked quickly to the hotel lobby, not far from the reception area of ​​the poetry conference. The receptionist was a student hired by Xu Zhimo. He smiled and said, "Sir, please show me your invitation letter."

The invitation letter is nothing but newspapers and magazines. As long as you have published poems in publications, you are eligible to participate in today's poetry conference.

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

The student in charge of the reception was also a poetry lover, and he immediately said in admiration: "It turns out to be Mr. Chen Manzai, come in quickly! This is your admission card, please be sure to hang it on your chest."

"Thank you." Chen Mengjia nodded and smiled.

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

"It turns out it's you two. I've admired you for a long time!" Chen Mengjia shook hands quickly.

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

They are all - patriotic poets!

Chen Mengjia was a student of Wen Yiduo and was deeply influenced by his teacher. Although at the beginning, he was led by Xu Zhimo to be romantic, but after the September 18th Incident, Chen Mengjia wrote a large number of patriotic poems. Those who didn't know the details thought he was a left-wing poet.

The three of them took the elevator upstairs together. Jiang Zhenghan asked curiously: "Brother Manzai, 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 here today too."

Guan Lu asked: "Who is Pound? I only know that there was Pound during the Three Kingdoms period."

Although they are both patriotic poets, their focuses are obviously different. The Crescent poets admire Pound, but the left-wing poets are not interested at all. If they knew that Pound supported fascism, the left-wing poets would probably spit on him.

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

Jiang Zhenghan joked: "Poet of Yuxiang, are you looking for Lilac girl?"

"Don't make trouble," Dai Wangshu said, scratching his head. "The Chinachem Hotel is so big that I got lost while walking. It's like a maze in here."

Guan Lu smiled and said, "You don't know how to read the house number?"

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

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

Dai Wangshu belongs to the modern school of poets, but he is often mixed up with the Crescent School, and at the same time has connections with left-wing poets. Anyway, he can enjoy himself in any of them.

By the way, although the Crescent Sect was re-established by Xu Zhimo after its journals were seized, its popularity is no longer what it used to be. In particular, the styles of many key members of the Crescent School have gradually merged with those of the Modern School. Now it is difficult to tell which one belongs to which school.

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

Dai Wangshu asked Chen Mengjia excitedly: "Wait, I heard that Mr. Pang De will also come today?"

"Yes, I will come," Chen Mengjia nodded, "We met a few days ago."

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

Pound was not only the initiator of European and American Imagist poetry, but also a master of modernist poetry. How could Dai Wangshu not be excited when he heard the news?

Everyone looked for the house number and walked 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 sitting inside, and many of them were familiar faces.

Guan Lu exclaimed: "Aren't all the poets in Shanghai coming?"