"Congratulations. A voice sounded in Wang Yong's ears.

Wang Yong turned his head to look, but it was Minister Cao.

Minister Cao also had a faint surprise on his face, obviously he didn't expect Wang Yong to really succeed.

"Thank you. Wang Yong said sincerely.

While he was confident in his books, he had no confidence in the judges. Thanks to Minister Cao's instructions for the meeting first, and then the award ceremony, many judges who plan to play interpersonal relationships have lost their minds.

"Wow, I didn't expect the last ballot to give us a heartbeat. And the final book chosen by this ballot is "The Canon of Chinese Studies", that is to say, "The Canon of Chinese Studies" received a total of 121 votes! More than the 120 votes of "Differential Dynamical System"!" Wang Han said in an excited tone on the side.

Minister Cao pointed the last ballot at the camera, gave a close-up, and then faced the audience, solemnly announcing: "I announce that this year's National Book Award, the final book that won the national award is "The Canon of Chinese Studies"!"

Whoa!

Warm applause rang out.

Although the audience was not optimistic about Wang Yong a minute ago, it did not prevent them from marveling and appreciating Wang Yong's award.

"This plot is really exciting! It's obviously an awards ceremony, but it's turned into a suspense blockbuster!"

"I thought of who won the award, but the only thing I didn't expect was Wang Yong. Isn't his popularity in the circle very bad? Why are there so many judges voting for him?"

This just shows the impartiality of these judges! not to judge a book because of personal feelings. That's what makes a convincing selection!"

Qian Xiaozheng sat in the front row, listening to the dialogue of the audience with these abrupt changes, and couldn't help but feel emotional. Sure enough, strength is everything, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains, this old saying is not wrong at all. Qian Xiaozheng clearly remembered that a few people were still slandering Wang Yong a few seconds ago, and they immediately changed it to praise a few seconds later.

The speed of changing his face is better than that of Sichuan opera masters.

In the live broadcast room, the audience was already desperate when they saw half of the handwriting on the ballot.

Someone has already closed the live broadcast room in frustration.

No one expected that there would be such a reversal in the end. The final winner turned out to be Mr. Wang!

"66666! Teacher Wang is invincible!"

"Haha, we won!

"It's obviously Mr. Wang who won the award, why do I feel happier than Mr. Wang?"

"Stupid! Because we are on the same front with Teacher Wang! Because we are heart-to-heart with Teacher Wang! Because he is our Teacher Wang!"

The barrage flashing all over the screen, covering the screen of the entire live broadcast room. Line after line of text was crowded together, and the screen in the live broadcast room was stuck for half a day.

But no one cares, at this moment, it is enough to know that "we won".

Brush!

Suddenly, a broadcast sounded in all the live broadcast rooms: Congratulations to Mr. Wang Yong for winning the first prize in the 7th National Book Award!

But it was a site-wide broadcast sent by the management of the shark platform. According to the previous push habits of the shark platform, this kind of push broadcast will only be pushed once to avoid user disgust.

But this time, the broadcast was pushed three times in a row, and it hasn't stopped!

It was pushed five times in a row before it continued to sound.

In an instant, all the viewers on the shark platform knew the news of Wang Yong's award. A swarm of people poured into Qian Xiaozheng's live broadcast room.

And those viewers who left the live broadcast room in advance in frustration, after seeing this broadcast, were stunned for a moment, and then clicked into Qian Xiaozheng's live broadcast room like crazy.

"Did Mr. Wang win? Mr. Wang really won?"

No one answered, because there was no need to answer.

The celebratory barrage that filled the screen has proven everything, and the countless rockets that have lifted off have proven everything.

On the judges' bench.

The three of Academician Sima were smiling slightly, looking at each other.

"Lao Chang, to be honest, did you vote for that little rabbit cub?" Academician Sima asked the academician who was exchanged for horse urine by Wang Yong's wine.

Academician Chang snorted arrogantly and said, "How could I vote for that little rabbit cub? I voted for him with a grenade! I voted for the "Canon of Chinese Studies"! I voted for this book! It has something to do with him?!"

Academician Sima and Academician Xu both laughed when they heard this.

"Alright, Chang. No matter how bastard that kid is, he is also our soldier, and he has also shouted one by one. He has a bright face, what can't be said about this? I dare to admit it openly, I voted for him!" Academician Sima said generously.

Academician Xu also bowed slightly: "I also voted." But Sima, you have something wrong to say. We are just scientists, and people respect us and call us 'chiefs,' and we can't really think that we are other people's leaders. You have to distinguish between that. ”

Academician Sima's face drooped, and he craned his neck and said: "I love to say that! What do you do with me? Disobey the old rules, one person and one enamel jar of deer blood wine, whoever falls first will be seeded!"

"Come on, afraid of you?" Academician Xu was also not to be outdone.

How could Academician Chang, who was the best drinker, let go of such a scene? He immediately shouted, "Let the two of them know that the sky is high and the earth is thick," and made an appointment for a drinking time in the evening.

On the other side of the judges' seat, Professor Jiang, who had been guided by Wang Yong's grandfather, was chatting with several scholars with good relationships.

"Old Jiang, who did you vote for?"

Professor Jiang replied: "The Canon of Chinese Studies." Although Wang Yong, this little guy is very jumpy, but this book is really good, even I can't find a single fault. As a researcher of Chinese studies, I don't support books on Chinese studies, who do I support? Although I have a certain emotional tendency, I have a clear conscience about this tendency!"

"That's a good point! I think so too! If we scholars of Chinese studies don't support us ourselves, then who will support us? Besides, the book "Canon of Chinese Studies" deserves this honor!" several scholars said.

And Zhou Daoli, who was sitting on the side, seemed to be isolated from the world, not communicating with anyone, and not showing any expression.

The whole person was motionless, no different from the mud bodhisattva in the temple. It was as if all the three souls and seven spirits had been lost, and only a physical body was left sitting on the judges' bench.

"Lao Zhou, Lao Zhou!" A judge who has a good relationship with Zhou Daoli patted Zhou Daocarp.

Zhou Daoli suddenly realized and came back to his senses.

"What's wrong with you?

Zhou Daoli shook his head, picked up the cup and drank water to try to hide his embarrassment, but he didn't expect to choke on a mouthful of water and cough wildly.

"Oh, Lao Zhou, slow down, no matter how happy you are, you can't be like this. The scholar who accosted him gently patted Zhou Daoli on the back. "I'll tell you quietly, I voted for your group's book! No other meaning, thank you for your support at last night's meeting!"

This scholar was one of the team leaders who was found plagiarizing.

However, he cared about Zhou Daoli's righteous words, and deliberately voted for Zhou Daoli's books in the Chinese Studies Group.

"What?" Zhou Daoli suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes wide.

Then I felt a feeling of dizziness, and I didn't hold a glass of water, and I spilled it all over my body.

"Hey, hey, Lao Zhou, you have to control yourself! Look at what makes you excited! I'll tell you an even more exciting news -- we all voted for the "Canon of Chinese Studies" last night! Moreover, the last corrected vote is not someone else's, it is mine!" the scholar said to ask for credit.

I didn't notice that Zhou Dao Carp's complexion was getting worse and worse.

Burst!

Zhou Daoli suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, pointed at the scholar weakly with one hand, and said a few "you, you, you".

Poof, fainted to the ground.

"Old Zhou!" instantly the judges' seats were in chaos.

The audience was stunned when they saw this scene.

"Fainted again? The boss of Kaixing Culture fainted understandably, it was a book published by someone. But what does it mean that this judge fainted?"

"Stupid! This judge's name is Zhou Daoli, and he is the person in charge of the Chinese Studies Group. He must be excited that his group's book won an award!"

"Ah, didn't Zhou Daoli have a conflict with Wang Yong? would he be happy to be like this because Wang Yong won the award?"

"Why don't you say that you don't have the strength to eyesight! Before the ceremony began, Zhou Daoli and Wang Yong had a good chat, and they couldn't be affectionate! Who said that people have contradictions, and they are all spread by others! This time Wang Yong can be regarded as raising his eyebrows, who dares to question his book?"

The audience's discussion reached Qian Xiaozheng's ears, which made Qian Xiaozheng laugh and cry.

If you want to say that it is wilted, it really belongs to Wang Yong. The forced handshake before the ceremony really misled many people.

Even the audience in the live broadcast room was discussing: "Zhou Daoli fainted? I wiped it, Mr. Wang really said it right! He and Zhou Daoli are really good friends who can't wait to live and die together." Look at Mr. Wang's award, which makes Zhou Daoli excited!"

"I hope Zhou Dao Carp is okay, pray!"

"Pray!"

Countless viewers of the live broadcast who did not know the truth were praying.

And Zhou Ziqi, who was attracted by the broadcast of the whole station, was angry and his face was red, and his teeth were about to be crushed.

God doesn't have a long eye to let Wang Yong win the award! It even makes people misunderstand the relationship between his uncle and Wang Yong! Is there still a place to reason in this world?

Zhou Ziqi was desperate.

……………………

Wang Yong took the trophy from Minister Cao's hand, looked at the ladder trophy composed of spirals of books, and was silent for a long time.

On the side, Wang Han couldn't stand it anymore, and gently reminded Wang Yong: "Teacher Wang, it's time for you to give an acceptance speech." If you really haven't prepared lines, thank the country and thank the leaders or something. ”

Wang Yong said softly: "The host asked me to thank the country, and I deeply agree." ”

Before Wang Yong's words fell, the corners of many people's mouths twitched. I thought Wang Yong could have any different acceptance speech, but I didn't expect it to be the same as everyone else, kitsch and vulgar!

But immediately after Wang Yong's second sentence, these pouting people were dumbfounded.

"Because, without the 5,000-year-old culture of this country, there would be no book of mine, let alone standing here to receive the award. So, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to the country!"

Wang Yong said, bowing deeply to the ground under his feet.

There was a bang, thunderous applause, and even Minister Cao couldn't help but applaud.

When the applause stopped, Wang Yong looked at the judges and said, "Secondly, I want to thank the judges. I would like to thank the judges for their affirmation of the "Canon of Chinese Studies", and I personally give them full affirmation for this affirmation. ”

"......" everyone is petrified.

This Nima, thank you to the judges for their acceptance speeches, I have heard a lot, and the winners turned around and affirmed the judges' speeches, which is the first time I have heard them.

Wang Yong: This is too bad to play according to the routine, right?