These Nobel laureates, their works can be disseminated around the world, and translators have contributed a lot, even accounting for more than half of them.

Just like Lei Yu, his works have a large audience in China, but if he goes abroad, if the level of translation is poor, resulting in the sentences not being beautiful enough, and lacking a lot of charm in the original work, then his works will lose their due charm and cause no one to like them.

Only a translator who has a deep understanding of Chinese culture, as well as Western culture, and has a very high attainment in literature and art, can translate Lei Yu's works into smooth and beautiful words without changing the original meaning.

This is true not only of thunderstorms, but also of the works of other literary award winners.

Therefore, every winner of the Literary Prize, the people they should be most grateful for are the high-caliber translators who translate their works.

Every well-known author, they have great respect for the translators who translate their works, and even rely on them, because without the hard work of these translators, their influence would never be so great.

The previous winners of the Nobel Prize in Literature at the scene were all thrilled after seeing Guo Dalu's amazing talent. A literati like Guo Dalu, who is very familiar with the history, culture and folklore of various countries, is the translator they dream of.

That's why someone asked Guo Dalu if he was interested in doing translation.

In fact, with Guo Dalu's current fame, as long as he is not an isolated weirdo, most people in the world basically know him, none of these old men are old-fashioned, and they all watch movies and everything, so they are naturally a little familiar with Guo Dalu, who is very popular today.

"Mr. Guo, I've seen your movie, it's really good. Especially "Roman Holiday", a very beautiful feature film, you show love to the fullest, like an excellent one. ”

An old man looked at Guo Dalu and showed a look of great appreciation, "Everyone is telling stories, the difference is that we tell stories with words, while you tell stories with lenses, the way of expression is different, but the purpose is the same." ”

Guo Dalu smiled and said: "Old man, in fact, I can write something, maybe you don't know very well." ”

The old man who talked to Guo Dalu was the famous American writer Conrad, his eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded: "Yes, I have seen you, "The True Story of Ah Q" is very well written, your book has transcended national boundaries and can be applied to the entire human society, the description and ridicule of human nature are very ingenious and powerful!"

He clapped softly and said, "I really can't believe that you wrote this article, but I can't imagine that if you didn't write it, then who could write it?"

Guo Dalu laughed, "Old man, if you just pat me on the back again, I won't be your translator, you are already a Nobel Prize winner, and there is no shortage of translators." However, I can write one directly in English, which saves me the need for translation. ”

Conrad shrugged his shoulders, "Oh, that's a shame, but I'm looking forward to your work." If so, can you give me a copy of your book when it's published?"

Guo Dalu smiled: "No problem, don't forget to help me promote it!"

Conrad: "...... As you wish!"

Lei Yu pulled Guo Dalu's sleeve, "Hey, boy, what are you talking about?"

Without Guo Dalu's translation, Lei Yu, a foreign language idiot, couldn't understand what Guo Dalu was talking about.

Guo Dalu explained: "I told Conrad that I would write one in English and ask him to help me promote it. ”

Lei Yu smiled and said: "This is a good thing, have you written it now? If there is a mature work, you can let them read it now! Dalu, if your work is praised by them, it will have a very great effect on the promotion and promotion of your article!"

He really thinks about Guo Dalu, if Guo Dalu's works can be seen by these people on the scene, then the forced style of Guo Dalu's articles in the future will be extraordinary.

Guo Dalu said with a smile: "Don't say it, I really wrote a novella, I feel pretty good, but this one, plus "The True Story of Ah Q", is not enough to win the Nobel Prize, and I don't bother to take it out." ”

Lei Yu was very convinced of Guo Dalu's cultural level, and when he heard this, he said: "What else did you write? Do you have a manuscript? Isn't there an electronic document now? Send it directly to us old guys, and we will also learn the thoughts of you young people by the way." ”

The rest of the old men were also very curious, and Conrad said, "Guo, have you finished writing it now?" You can print it out and let us see it." ”

There are staff in the conference room, and there are printers in the background, Guo Dalu thought about it, borrowed a notebook on the spot, sent the manuscript in his mailbox to the on-site staff, let them print it directly, bind it slightly, and gave it to the six old men on the scene, one copy for each person, the Chinese version for Lei Yu, and the other people's versions are also the text versions of their respective countries.

After several old men took the manuscript, they were all surprised, they didn't expect that Guo Dalu's book had already been translated, not only the English version and the Chinese version.

Several old men were curious, and they all looked down, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

The videographers who were filming the big guy's conversation looked at each other, Nima, this is a top-notch literary exchange meeting, is it okay? How did it become a review meeting? How can this be recorded?

"Oh God, is this really what you wrote?"

After reading the first short paragraph, the old American man Conrad looked surprised, "It's unbelievable!"

He exclaimed, his head lowered, and his gaze fell back on the paper, as if the rough paper in his hand had an indescribable magic, and this magic was like a magical glue that stuck his gaze to the paper, making it difficult for him to move.

The reaction of the rest of the old men is not much different from Conrad, their ability to use words and appreciation of the level of appreciation, are the top in the world, the quality of an article, you can basically judge it by looking at a few lines, so after reading the first few paragraphs of this one, I feel that the pen is extraordinary, the text is concise and powerful, and it is a rare masterpiece.

And the rhythm of this one is so strong, it's rare to hear of, the start is a little slow, but then it's getting faster and faster, and the strength is getting stronger and stronger, and a few old men are almost out of breath, their hearts are pounding, and they seem to need to wear oxygen masks.

"Cake buyers, cake buyers!"

Conrad, like the cake seller, called out "cake buyer" vigorously, and felt that even his soul trembled when he looked at this book.

He was old, and he really couldn't withstand such a huge mental impact, and after opening his mouth and gasping for a few moments, he felt that his heartbeat had returned to normal before he looked at Guo Dalu with a strange look on his face, "Guo, you are really an amazing person, I will recommend you to the organizing committee for the Nobel Prize next year." ”

He stroked his chest with one hand and held the manuscript paper in the other, "God, is this the real tough guy?"