"What should I do?"

"The Poison King is not easy to get out of this time. ”

"That's right, no matter how powerful Brother Huan is, he doesn't even have a work now. ”

"Even if Brother Huan can write a work, but with the time for printing, promotion, and sales, one month is too short, and it will not be able to attract the attention of the Nobel Prize judges at all. ”

"Brother Huan is really going to overturn. ”

Qingbei classroom dormitory building.

Qu Mingfeng and Wan Xiwen sat together, and the tea in front of them was already cold.

There was silence for a while.

Qu Mingfeng spoke: "Is this year's quota confirmed?"

Wan Xiwen nodded: "It's still a few old people from last year, nothing has changed." All the brains that can be reported have been reported. If you can't report it, it's useless. ”

Qu Mingfeng sighed: "In a society where entertainment is paramount, there are fewer and fewer new Chinese writers." However, the works of these old writers have already been submitted several times, and the Nobel Prize jury is probably quite familiar with them, and since there were no awards in previous years, it is unlikely that this year will be likely. ”

Wan Xiwen: "There's no way, I can only try my luck." ”

Qu Mingfeng: "By the way, have you watched the news?" Wang Huan, this kid, has dominated the hot search again. ”

At this time, Wan Xiwen showed a hint of a smile, and said angrily: "This stinky boy is enough, he invisibly offended writers around the world with his words in France last time, and he actually said that the Nobel Prize is not difficult, he not only slapped almost all writers in the world in the face, but also made us embarrassed." He said that the Nobel Prize is easy to get, but we in China have never won an award, so doesn't it indirectly say that the Chinese people can't do it?"

Qu Mingfeng also smiled bitterly: "Wang Huan's literary talent has nothing to say, but even if he says now that he wants to compete for the Nobel Prize, he doesn't even have a work, so what can he do to compete? ”

The two sighed.

At this time.

The phone rings.

Qu Mingfeng looked at it and was stunned: "It's really a coincidence, this kid Wang Huan called." ”

Put through.

Listened to a few words.

Qu Mingfeng's eyes widened, and his open mouth could almost stuff a fist.

I listened to the phone call in a daze.

A few minutes later.

He put away his phone with trembling hands.

Wan Xiwen said curiously: "What's the matter?

Qu Mingfeng shook his head: "It's not to cause trouble." ”

Wan Xiwen: "Then why did you react so much?"

Qu Mingfeng: "Wang Huan said just now that he wrote a long story to compete for the Nobel Prize. ”

"What?"

Wan Xiwen exclaimed in surprise and stood up suddenly, but quickly asked: "Is it really fake? He's not teasing us, is he? He has recently made concerts, physical albums, and movies, where did he get the time to write literary works?"

Qu Mingfeng suppressed the shock in his heart: "It's true, he said that he spent two days writing this novel, this is called "Siege", and he has sent it to my mailbox." said that time is tight now, so I must find the publisher as soon as possible. ”

Spent two days?

Dedicated?

When Wan Xiwen heard this, he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

What special two days did you have to write a novel?

Is this the speed of people?

Do you want to make a face?

But the next moment he immediately reacted: "Old song, go see that "Siege". ”

"Good!"

Qu Mingfeng nodded.

The two immediately went to the study.

Close the book door.

The two old fellows stayed in the study for a full day and a night, without eating, drinking, or sleeping......

Until Mrs. Qu almost asked someone to break in.

The door finally opened.

The eyes of the two were bloodshot, and each of them had a pair of big panda eyes. But there was shock and joy on his face.

Lu Ping glanced at the two old men who looked like they had been beaten with chicken blood, and there was anger on his face: "Don't die? I haven't slept for more than 20 hours, do you really think I'm still a young man?"

Qu Mingfeng didn't care at all, but said happily: "Madam, a literary masterpiece, we have published a literary masterpiece in Huaxia." ”

Wan Xiwen interface: "I have never seen such a soul-shaking work. ”

The two of them began to talk about you and I said one sentence at a time.

"It's shocking. ”

"Both in the text and in the background. ”

"There are few works in China that can match it. ”

"It's a huge world. ”

“......”

Lu Ping was dumbfounded when she heard it, she had never seen two old men tout a book like this.

"Yes, I'll see for myself. ”

She picked up Qu Mingfeng and came to the computer.

......

But Qu Mingfeng looked at Wan Xiwen, and his eyes became solemn: "Lao Wan, do you think there is any hope?"

Wan Xiwen said in a deep voice: "If there is no hope for this book, then there is even less hope for other Chinese works." And I think this is probably the closest Nobel Prize to China. The literary and artistic nature of "The Siege" is too strong, it is completely fictional of a huge world, in which it expresses its own thoughts, has a strong sense of social criticism, and the work involves the crisis of the entire modern civilization and the dilemma of modern life, which is a problem of universal significance. This is very popular with the Nobel Prize jury. ”

Qu Mingfeng agreed: "I think the same way, since that's the case......"

The two looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

Then.

Qu Mingfeng said quickly: "There is still a month left, so you must go all out." ”

Wan Xiwen said: "That's right, you can't delay a minute or a second, I'll contact the publishing house immediately." ”

Qu Mingfeng: "I spread the news, let all those friends in the literary world participate, advertise "The Siege", and make sure that "The Siege" will become popular in China as soon as it is published, only in this way can it spread as quickly as possible and have a far-reaching social impact." ”

Wan Xiwen suddenly remembered one thing: "Old song, there is a serious problem, if "The Siege" wants to run for the Nobel Prize, it must have an English version, what should I do?"

A month.

Translating a long book of more than 200,000 words and with high quality is an almost impossible task for even the most skilled translator.

Just when Wan Xiwen was worried, Qu Mingfeng smiled and said: "Don't worry, this kid Wang Huan said that he would send the English version over in a few days, and he has already translated it." ”

“......”

Wan Xiwen opened his mouth wide and didn't say a word.

Never mind.

Calm, calm.

Wang Huan was originally a demon and could not be looked at from the eyes of ordinary people.

......

......

on the web.

Over time.

The Nobel Prize has been getting hotter.

Almost the entire network is flooded with all kinds of news.

It's a national hot spot, and it's about the dignity of many countries.

As for Wang Huan, he is being criticized by many writers and black fans. Especially the black fans, they spare no effort in this regard, there is no way, Wang Huan's black material is too little, and now he finally catches him a little, of course he has to die.

At this time.

On this day.

In the major bookstores in China, there is suddenly a new book.

"The Siege" is released!