At the end of March, an email was sent to Sioux City's mailbox, which was an invitation letter from the organizers of the Pulitzer Prize in the United States. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He muttered in a low voice, "April 7th? There is still a week, no hurry." "Xia Guo's visa is officially different from Huaxia in the previous life, and it can be obtained almost on the same day.

Otherwise, it is estimated that Su Cheng will not have time to catch up with this award this time.

The nature of the Pulitzer Prize in this world is completely different from the Pulitzer Prize in China, the Pulitzer Prize in this world is oriented to the world, and it is also divided into two categories, the journalism prize and the creation award. All of them are awards for the world.

"I didn't expect to run to the United States again, it's really painful, people, it's not good to be too famous. Su Cheng shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

I got up and walked towards the office. After signing a two-week vacation, Sioux City went back to his dorm room and went straight to sleep.

A week later, USA, Rocky Mountain Airport.

Su Cheng stood on the airport, but it was Ling Yumo who accompanied him.

Su Cheng took a breath and said slowly, "I'm a little nervous." Wouldn't it be embarrassing if it wasn't me for the winner this time?"

Although Su Cheng said this, his tone was full of lightness.

After Ling Yumo heard this, he was slightly stunned, then giggled, and said lightly to Su Cheng: "Su Da, this time it's you, do you think you won't be able to win the little Pulitzer Prize?"

"No way, after all, can there be many people?" Su Cheng shrugged his shoulders, his eyebrows trembled slightly, causing Ling Yumo on the side to cover his mouth and chuckle.

The two of them walked out of the airport, only to hear a person from the stick country on the side say: "Jinmu Smecta, this Pulitzer Prize must belong to our Smecta." ”

Su Cheng frowned, looked over there, and saw a proud man standing there, his face was extremely delicate, but between his eyebrows, there was a sense of arrogance, and he looked like he was the third in the world.

"That's natural, my big Korea, no matter which one in the world, is the top existence! In the world, it is an invincible existence!"

The corners of Su Cheng's mouth showed disdain, with a trace of contempt in his heart, and he secretly thought in his heart: "A stick is a stick, no matter in which world, it is such an existence, I really don't know who gave the courage, if it is in the era of war, the first country to be destroyed, it is estimated that it will be this group of sticks." ”

Without looking at the golden wood, Su Cheng walked directly to the outside with Ling Yumo on the side.

The two of them arrived at the hotel near the award site, before Ling Yumo came, he had already booked two rooms, showed his ID and got the room card, put his things in the hotel, rested for a night, and the next day, he walked directly towards the award site.

Su Cheng was dressed in a formal suit today, his eyes were extremely sharp, he took Ling Yumo's hand, handed over the gilded invitation, and walked directly into the venue.

Suddenly, a piercing mockery echoed in Sioux City's ears.

"Xia Guoren? I really don't know what the organizers of the Pulitzer Prize for Literature, which is open to the world for the first time, think? Xia Guoren? Can literature still be read? The existence of a bunch of garbage! Instead of inviting a Xia Guoren and wasting this place, it is better to invite one more writer from our great Japan!"

The broken Chinese made Su Cheng frown for a while, and when he looked around, he only saw an island man standing there, less than one meter seven tall.

Su Cheng's gaze was cold, "From the Baga Country?" The irony in his tone was extremely strong!

The anger in the heart of the writer of the island country was directly filled, and he scolded angrily: "Yagayalu! How dare you insult my Great Japanese Empire!

"Heh, it's really the country of Baga, hey, but you are a small barbarian country, and you don't know the divine power of my Celestial Empire, this is normal, big Japan? Hehe, tell me, you are a big land? But your land area is not as large as a province of my Celestial Empire.

But you're less than 1.7 meters tall, or are you the size of a bird below you? But it seems that your island pigs are all three-second men! Since they are not big, what qualifications do you have to say that you are big?"

In Su Cheng's words, there was no trace of swearing, and the face of the writer of the island country who was directly angry changed for a while, pointing at Su Cheng, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Su Cheng snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and walked directly inside, leaving the island country writer with a back.

"Hey, what a disappointment!" Su Cheng twitched at the corner of his mouth, and a look of disdain appeared on his face.

Su Cheng found his place and sat there, Ling Yumo on the side sat down, Su Cheng closed his eyes directly, without the slightest emotion.

After a long time, Su Cheng asked Ling Yumo lightly on the side, "We don't seem to have prepared anything?"

"Well, in fact, Su University should prepare your acceptance speech, but it doesn't seem to be necessary. Ling Yumo shook his eyebrows and said to Su Cheng.

"Oh, what if it wasn't me?" asked Su Cheng to Ling Yumo on the side.

"Su Da, will you be the kind of person who thinks about what if?" Ling Yumo said, Su Cheng touched his nose, this is also true.

"But what do you mean by that?" Su Cheng looked at Ling Yumo and asked with some confusion.

"You can make it up on the spot, last time in a place like the Chinese Language Awards, I made up an acceptance speech, but I made it up directly. Ling Yumo showed a hint of a smile, which directly made Su Cheng stunned, and then smiled slightly, and said to Ling Yumo: "That's right, but whoever they love to give it to, as long as there is a reason that convinces me." ”

Although Su Cheng's tone was like this, a sharp momentum rose directly on his body, wanting to compete with Tiangong. It's as if there's saying, "Who else is me!"

This move directly made the writers around look at Su Cheng with a trace of solemnity in their eyes.

The momentum of Sioux City is too huge, and it has a tendency to overwhelm everyone.

However, at this moment, all the lights were dimmed, and one by one the writers sat upright, and the momentum of Sioux City was also put away.

"The fortieth Pulitzer Prize has officially begun!" said a gray-haired old man standing on the rostrum, holding a list.

In an instant, everyone's hearts were lifted.

"The first award, the Pulitzer Award for Distinguished Public Service, was awarded to ......"

The old man said this, paused, and the photos of several people on the big screen behind him began to rotate rapidly.

"It's from Norway...... Mr. Faure Desmond!"

For a moment, the picture stopped turning and was frozen on a man's headshot.

Soon, all the winners of the journalism award are over, and the next part is just the beginning of the main event. (To be continued.) )