Yannan villa area.

After separating from Lin Weixi, Su Xiaozhou came back.

Tao Siyin happened to take a nap, and asked her a little sleepily: "Zhouzhou, is Lin Weixi going to the ceremony?"

"It's so strange not to go, I think she deliberately refused to go. "Although Su Xiaozhou has a little sand sculpture, he is not stupid.

Tao Siyin was thoughtful and didn't say much.

It happened that Lu Changming changed the script again, and the two girls informed him of the matter.

"There's no reason why Lin isn't coming. Lu Changming was very surprised, Lin Weixi was a loyal fan of "The Three-Body Problem", why didn't he come?

She said that there was a class activity on the ninth and she couldn't go. Su Xiaozhou explained, "Only the three of us can go, do we have a place to sit?"

"There must be a position, but you have nothing to do with the sci-fi circle, and Siyin is a big star, so I have to inform the editor first. Lu Changming didn't think about Lin Weixi for the time being.

He gave the script to Tao Siyin, and then called Jiang Dong.

Jiang Dong was chatting with other writers in the hotel, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed when he received a call from Lu Changming.

"Mr. Changming, are you coming?"

Jiang Dong's main task was to take care of Lu Changming, but seeing that the Galaxy Award was about to open, Lu Changming was stunned and couldn't see his shadow.

"I'm pretty much ready, but I'd like to bring two more people along. ”

"In this case, I can arrange a place, but it is not convenient to sit with you, you sit at the front. Jiang Dong pondered.

The Galaxy Award is not very popular, and there are many locations, but the position in the front row still has to be a little more elegant, and everyone can't bring a few people in to sit, it's too undignified.

Lu Changming had no opinion, he took the initiative to give information: "One is my sister and the other is Tao Siyin, there shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"What, who else but your sister?" Jiang Dong exclaimed.

"Tao Siyin, that queen of songs. Lu Changming moved the phone away from his ears slightly.

Jiang Dong shouted louder: "I'll go, Tao Siyin?"

"Really, Tao Siyin is my friend......"

"I know, you wrote songs for her. Jiang Dong's breath was urgent, and his tone was full of surprise, as if he had won the Mark Six lottery.

"If Miss Tao comes, we will give her a warm welcome, and we must let her sit in the front. Mr. Changming, wait a minute, I'll go to the editor-in-chief!" Jiang Dong couldn't hide his joy.

Lu Changming was stunned for a moment, and then understood.

Tao Siyin is such a big star, and her attendance at any event will cause heated discussions. The Science Fiction Galaxy Award is not very popular, if it is "invited" to Tao Siyin, then it will not become famous in one fell swoop?

Lu Changming is doing a good deed, without him, Tao Siyin would not be invited to the Galaxy Award at all, because the two are completely unrelated.

Even if it is invited, it must have spent a huge amount of money to let the star "walk the catwalk".

But now, you don't have to spend a dime, and the traffic is coming, who doesn't want it?

Wiener Hotel, 28th floor.

The 26th to 28th floors of the hotel are reserved for writers and industry insiders attending the Galaxy Awards.

Jiang Dong took the elevator up to the twenty-eighth floor and knocked on the door of room 2807.

The door opened, and Liu Changqian, the editor-in-chief of the World Tree, was dressed in formal clothes and looked at Jiang Dong with some confusion: "What's wrong? ”

There were also seven or eight people in the room, all of whom were people from the world of science fiction literature, as well as judges and chairmen of the Galaxy Awards, and everyone sat casually, drinking tea and having a meeting, which was actually small talk.

"Editor-in-chief, Tao Siyin is coming to attend the Galaxy Award ceremony!" Jiang Dong said loudly.

Liu Changqian was stunned, and the people in the house basically looked at each other in confusion, not knowing who Tao Siyin was.

One of the half-hundred-year-old men took the lead in speaking out: "Tao Siyin?

The half-hundred-year-old man is also dressed in formal clothes, with white temples and many wrinkles, but he is so energetic that he doesn't even need to wear glasses.

He is the president of the National Science Fiction Literature Association and the chairman of the Galaxy Award, Deng Zhenhua.

Deng Zhenhua is not a pure literati now, he rarely touches the pen anymore, he is mainly a manager, responsible for managing and running the Science Fiction Literature Association.

"President Deng, it's Tao Siyin, the queen of songs!" Jiang Dong was quite a gesture of invitation, and his eyebrows opened with a smile.

"Why is she willing to come?" Deng Zhenhua was quite surprised, he mixed with the literary world, and he didn't like or hate Tao Siyin.

But as a manager, he naturally understands how much traffic Tao Siyin contains.

"Mr. Changming brought her, they are friends, they don't need a penny!" Jiang Dong explained, and also told the story of "The Ring of the Year".

A group of people don't know what "Year Ring Theory" is, only Lu Changming, the author of "The Three-Body Problem".

Liu Changqian clapped his hands: "This dare is good, maybe this time we can bring the Galaxy Award into the public eye." ”

"I don't think it's appropriate, the literary world lets celebrities get involved and engage in variety shows?" said a middle-aged man unhappily.

"The focus of the Galaxy Award should be on the work, not on the star, and it doesn't have to be for her to come. A bald old man also spoke, with a cold look on his face, highlighting an old-fashioned one.

Jiang Dong didn't dare to squeak, all the bigwigs present were in the science fiction literature industry, everyone had different thoughts, and they might not be able to accept trendy things.

Liu Changqian didn't say anything, as a literary businessman, he really wanted Tao Siyin to get involved.

Deng Zhenhua paced two steps, and thought with his hands in his hands: "If a star comes in, it will definitely cause dissatisfaction among some readers, and it will also attract infamy." But it's also a good thing to let the Galaxy Awards come into the public eye. ”

Deng Zhenhua said and glanced at everyone: "The key is that how to let Tao Siyin in, we need a reasonable reason, not to spend money on the catwalk." Literature is not high, but it is also necessary to avoid the smell of copper. ”

These words silenced the people.

Jiang Dong, who was standing at the door, was secretly burying himself: Are you old pedantic so serious? If it weren't for Mr. Changming, the big stars would still not come!

"According to the usual practice, the Galaxy Award will invite super readers to participate, there are a total of five places, just let Tao Siyin occupy one, she should have watched "The Three-Body Problem", right?" Liu Changqian said suddenly.

Super readers, that is, loyal fans of science fiction literature, they are either physical book buyers, or the king of kings of electronic subscriptions, or well-known people in the science fiction circle.

Deng Zhenhua's eyes lit up: "Okay, this is good." ”

The rest of the people had no opinions, and a few old stubborn wanted to oppose it, but when they saw that Deng Zhenhua supported it, they shut up.

Jiang Dong was overjoyed and hurriedly went to report to Lu Changming.

Lu Changming said that he understood, since the Galaxy Award wants to invite Tao Siyin to be a super reader, he will save himself the trouble.

On the same day, Tao Siyin received an email invitation from the Galaxy Award and sincerely invited her to participate in the Galaxy Award ceremony.

She has her own front-row position.

"I just watched a "Three-Body Problem", but I didn't expect to become a super reader. Tao Siyin couldn't laugh or cry a little.

"The science fiction literary industry still pays more attention to face, and inviting celebrities to 'catwalk' is easy to attract scolding, so naturally you have to arrange an identity. Lu Changming analyzed.

The world of science fiction literature is actually quite helpless, to be precise, the literary industry is quite helpless.