Chapter 80: Sixteen Nobel Laureates in Literature

When he was about to sleep, Uncle Nine told Zhang Xiaoqiang that Yingzhou is an arrogant nation, and they will definitely take the opportunity to play any so-called cultural exchange tomorrow.

Zhang Xiaoqiang put his arms under his head and said with a smile: "So what does it matter, the toad at the bottom of the well is just deceiving himself." ”

Uncle Nine laughed: "Don't say that, after all, the people of Yingzhou are the country that has won the most Nobel Prizes in literature, and their exchanges with us this time will definitely refute our country's history and culture." ”

"Could it be that these Nobel Prizes in Literature have also become politicians in the Yingzhou Imperial Court?"

"I can't say, after all, they live in Yingzhou and the imperial court asks them to do things, do they dare to refuse?"

Uncle Nine sighed: "Although our country has 5,000 years of civilization, so far, only one has won the Nobel Prize in Literature, in fact, I still feel quite sad." ”

"Mmmm, the next award will definitely be Uncle Nine!"

When Uncle Nine heard this, he also laughed: "Forget it, what I wrote will be shown to the Chinese people, and it has not yet reached the level of translation into foreign languages, by the way, do you sleep and snore?"

"Don't fight. ”

"That's good. Uncle Nine smiled: "I'm worried that your snoring will affect my work." ”

As he spoke, Uncle Nine opened the laptop he was carrying, and he had already begun to concentrate on the codewords.

Originally, Zhang Xiaoqiang also planned to code words, but when he thought of Uncle Jiu's code words, there could be no noise, so he planned to go to bed early for a while, and set an alarm, and wait for four o'clock in the morning to get up and then code, although there are still some manuscripts, so as not to break the update, but it is always good to write more.

But he couldn't sleep in bed, so Zhang Xiaoqiang quietly slipped behind Uncle Nine to watch him work.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, after reading it, I was completely conquered by Uncle Jiu's rigorous attitude at work.

The speed of Uncle Jiu's code words is very slow, the speed is only a pitiful thousand words per hour, and it takes three hours to write a chapter of 3,000 words.

This kind of speed, compared to those tentacle monsters with a speed of three or four thousand per hour, is almost visible.

Looking at it, Zhang Xiaoqiang realized that the speed of Uncle Jiu's code words was not slow, but sometimes, he had to consider a word according to the context for a long time to see if it was appropriate, wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote, and did not have a word of nonsense.

This kind of speed, in today's online literature group, which is often more than 10,000 days a day, will definitely be pounced to death.

Uncle Nine is the only exception, the reason is very simple, the content of one of his chapters is the content of other people's two chapters, and Uncle Nine's text will not deliberately show off flowery rhetoric, but will use concise and straightforward words to tell the inner story.

The stories narrated by Uncle Nine always make people linger and love it.

After a night of nothing, after breakfast the next morning, Frogfish informed everyone to gather downstairs, and then took a bus to the exchange meeting.

The venue for this cultural exchange was provided by the magazine, which was located on the third floor of a hotel, a super large conference hall.

On both sides of the door, women wearing Yingzhou's unique costumes stood there, their clothes were colorful, with belts tied around their waists, and there were things like pillows on their backs.

They were all cherry mouthfuls and wore clogs.

When they saw someone coming, they bowed and opened the door to the conference room.

The conference room is very large, more than 300 square meters.

The people from the magazine office had arrived, about thirty people, mostly men, all in suits and leather shoes, but they were all very short, and a group of them were gathering there, not knowing what they were discussing.

What puzzled Zhang Xiaoqiang was that the tables and chairs in the conference room were a little strange.

In the middle of the conference room, a red carpet was laid out, separating the tables and chairs on both sides.

"It seems that the people of Yingzhou are not good!"

The ninth uncle next to him muttered quietly, Zhang Xiaoqiang hurriedly asked him what he meant, and the ninth uncle smiled coldly: "Can't you see this? The people of Yingzhou have always been hostile to our country, although they have established diplomatic relations with our country on the surface, but their stomachs are full of bad water, and our imperial court has recently arrested a lot of their Yingzhou spies." ”

"Yingzhou is a country with relatively scarce materials, but they are arrogant, they always feel that they are the first in the world, and they often say that some cultural and historical figures from other countries are their own, which is simply shameless. ”

"If you look at the arrangement of the tables and chairs in the conference room, you can't see it, they want to give us a good competition, they want to overwhelm us culturally. ”

"But what's the use of this, Huaguo is one of the four ancient civilizations, this is unchangeable, these Yingzhou people are just quick to speak. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly realized that the people of Yingzhou still had this intention, and at the same time, he always felt in his heart that these people of Yingzhou were very similar to people from a certain country on the earth.

When the people who saw the website came, the people from the magazine immediately stopped talking, and then out of the crowd came a man in a gray suit and a red tie, he was no more than 1.5 meters tall and wore a Mediterranean hairstyle.

The man stretched out his hand to the frogfish and introduced himself, and he spoke very well in Chinese.

He said that his name is Kakuei Tanaka, and he is the editor-in-chief of the magazine, and he very much welcomes friends from China to attend this literary exchange meeting.

After the two shook hands, Kakuei Tanaka pointed to the left side of the carpet and invited everyone to stay.

The frogfish was a little confused, so he asked him what the purpose of the table and chairs was arranged.

Kakuei Tanaka laughed and explained that this is a literary exchange that is different from the usual, Yingzhou has a history and civilization of tens of thousands of years, and China is also one of the four ancient civilizations.

Frogfish looked at the walls around the conference room, where there were portraits of sixteen Yingzhou people, and there were also character introductions on them, these sixteen people were all winners of the Nobel Prize in Literature.

In just an instant, the frogfish understood Tanaka Kakuei's intentions, and at the same time, his face seemed to be a little unsightly.

This is clearly a show.

Indeed, although Yingzhou is a small country, the total population is not as good as the population of a province in China, but in terms of literature, it is indeed much stronger than Huaguo, which is why Yingzhou can produce a Nobel Prize winner in literature every year.

Could it be that the cultural heritage of China is insufficient?

Not really.

The 5,000-year-old historical civilization of China is comparable to that of Yingzhou, a small country with a history of 1,500 years.

The reason for this situation may be education, or it may be the social environment of Huaguo, but it certainly cannot be said that Huaguo is not enough in Yingzhou in terms of culture.