Chapter Seventy-Five: An Accident at the Ceremony

The sound of the piano gradually became almost inaudible, and a female presenter walked up to the stage.

Mother Yang Xin has not spoken much, mainly on behalf of relatives to support her son, she generally does not only watch TV series. The two sample books that Shen Zhe took back and the magazines that published his novels were treasured in the bedside table, but he didn't finish them.

At this time, he suddenly said: "Isn't this the host of "The Master Has Something to Say"? ”

Shen Zhe said: "Mom, you have to remember people's names." ”

Zhong Li said: "Her name is Shen Jing, there are few female hosts in China who are more knowledgeable than her, and they are very famous in the literary and artistic circles." ”

Here is the highlight, one by one heavyweight award presenters entered.

Shen Jing took the microphone to introduce their names one by one, and at first it was the trembling old gentleman, who slowly walked to a separate seat in the middle of the rostrum and sat down. There is not a single simple character in the future, all of them are literary authors or critics who have enjoyed national and international fame for decades.

Their entry immediately caused a lot of sensation, and these dozen or so can be called literary masters, which is the direction of everyone's struggle.

Those who do literature are still more reserved, and there is a buzzing noise in the venue.

It's not like the entertainment industry literary awards, where the award-winning celebrity fans will wave their sticks and scream.

Listening to Shen Jing's introduction, these guests, except for Mr. Ji, are all top masters of various literary genres. There are documentary literature, prose masters, opera screenwriters, and even philosophical literature, literary critics, etc., and it is naturally Grandma Zhen who presents awards for children's literature.

Shen Zhe pays more attention to an old man who looks like a foreigner.

"This is Professor Megis Messac of the University of France, and he also came to China today as a guest of honor."

Shen Jing's voice was very calm, even stricter than on TV.

Shen Zhe looked at the reporters in the media area, and the reporters in Huaxia were all angry, while about a third of the Western reporters were excited to slap at the old man.

Even Zhongli scolded in a low voice: "Damn, let's come and see the joke." ”

Shen Zhe smiled, he had seen Zhongli several times, and he had never heard him swear words, it seemed that the Polaris Award was won by foreigners, and the Chinese people were very unhappy.

Even the highest literary awards in the West are different from the original time and space, they are all awarded to a certain work, and of course, the author comes to receive the award. In other words, as long as two good works can be written, one author can win the award repeatedly.

If a certain author appears on the highest podium of literature in a row, it is estimated that it will be even more unpleasant at that time.

Suddenly stunned, thinking of the fact that he was notified of the award.

"I really want to curse, I won't be used this time, right?"

His work was published for a year, and although it entered the best-selling list, it has been tepid, and the sudden intensive publicity is suspicious.

Thinking of this, the joy of winning the award was diluted again, and it was almost gone.

vaguely knew the reason why he was awarded, and the Royal Literary Award was held in advance, which should be to dilute the impact of the Polaris Award.

But now he can't refuse the award, he is also a Chinese.

"I rely on ......" swear words in a low voice.

Zhongli turned his head and said: "You also feel aggrieved, hurry up and create a super bestseller, there is not much hope for martial arts." ”

It happened that the children's theatrical performance was next, and Shen Zhe simply chatted with Zhongli.

"Why is there little hope for martial arts?"

Zhong Li was surprised: "You really want to write a martial arts bestseller, the audience is too small." ”

"Brother Zhong, then why do you still support the martial arts column?"

"Oh, although the market is not large, but creating a new literary genre, the status of the magazine can also be greatly improved."

"I think it will not be difficult for martial arts to sell well in the future, but it will be difficult to win awards."

"Isn't it hard to sell well?"

Shen Zhe nodded: "Especially in China, it is much easier than getting mainstream literature to recognize the status of martial arts, and it is estimated that it is more difficult to win awards." Besides, do you think that the literary award can be called a literary award now, and it is almost the same as a bestseller award? ”

Like the Nobel Prize in Literature in the original time and space, it is awarded to people who have created works with ideal tendencies in literature, and it does not care whether it is a bestseller or not.

So the influence has always been high.

But Mr. Nobel's testament "does not take into account the nationality of the candidates, whether Scandinavian or not, and the most qualified person is awarded." "The wording is not so tight, and there are many loopholes in the implementation, which are also affected by political factors.

Zhongli also sighed: "We all know that the Federation of Literary and Art Circles is estimated to be clearer, and it is not easy to change." ”

During the conversation, the theatrical performance ended, and Shen Jing walked to the front desk again.

The first awards were presented to various types of literary awards, such as novels, prose, and poetry......

There are even two of each literary genre, the Purple Star Literary Award and the Royal Literary Award are awarded alternately, and the stage is like a butterfly wearing flowers, coming and going.

The organizers of the ceremony were too cunning, and the status of the Royal Literary Award had been lowered, but now it is not clear.

But in any case, the biggest Polaris award is definitely the finale.

Sure enough, Shen Zhe was ranked second to last to receive the award.

When Shen Jing read his name, the buzz in the audience suddenly became louder, and everyone looked at Shen Zhe who got up.

Several Chinese reporters on both sides also ignored the order of the venue, quickly carried the camera to the front of the aisle, and followed Shen Zhe's footsteps to shoot.

The foreign author, who did not know the truth, was stunned and asked in a stiff Chinese: "Who is this young man?" ”

Later, the Chinese people said proudly: "This is Shen Zhe, his works have conquered the United States!" ”

It's not an exaggeration to say this, "If You Give Me Three Days of Light" did cause a sensation in the United States, much more than the domestic movement.

As he spoke, the Chinese man's eyes lit up, and he pointed to the front and said, "Look, that must be a reporter from the United States!" When the people around looked around, sure enough, there was a reporter with a Western face mixed in with the Chinese reporters, chasing Shen Zhe and filming wildly.

Before he could get on the stage, Shen Jing said loudly: "Welcome to this year's Royal Literature Award winner, Mr. Shen Zhe!" ”

The Chinese people in the audience stood up, and the applause rang out like a tide.

It's like the biggest prize.

Shen Zhe lamented in his heart, this Chinese Chinese can really think of it together.

Seeing his son on the podium, it seemed that everyone in the stadium was cheering, and this intuitive impression also brought a great shock to Yang Xin.

Only Lin Yuhan muttered.

It is not so much that she is the daughter of Lin Yuanzhi and Huang Xinlan, but that she was brought up by Shen Zhe.

Especially in the past few years when I was a teenager, I was greatly influenced by Shen Zhe, and I didn't like to show myself in front of others.

As soon as he came to the stage, Shen Jing suddenly said: "Mr. Shen Zhe, when will you be a guest in our column?" ”

Shen Zhe was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled: "I'm not a master. ”

In fact, as soon as Shen Jing spoke, he was stunned, and he reacted immediately when he wanted to say something, but he couldn't deviate from the topic on this occasion.

Some people in the audience looked at Shen Zhe curiously, he was really a young man's face, and his appearance on the highest podium in literature was too impactful.

The purpose of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles has been achieved.

Next came the awards, and suddenly an accident happened.

Two guests stood up at the same time.

One is Mr. Ji, and the other is Mr. Messac, who came from the University of France.

The winner of the Polaris Award must be presented to Mr. Ji, and it was Messack who was originally arranged by the organizers to present the award to Shen Zhe.

Who knows why Mr. Ji suddenly stood up.

With his international status and the fact that he is in his eighties, no one dares to say anything. The Mr. Mesak shrugged and sat back down.

Mr. Ji came to the stage tremblingly, took the certificate and trophy from Shen Jing's hand, and stuffed it to Shen Zhe.

Shen Zhe was a little stunned, looking at the old gentleman's eyes was not quite right, why was he staring at himself?

Shen Jing reacted very quickly, took the microphone and handed it to Shen Zhe: "Mr. Shen Zhe, tell me how you feel about winning the award." ”

"Thank you to netizens across the country for their support to me......"

Isn't this kind of sentiment just thanking the heavens, the earth, the parents and the people, Shen Zhe came as soon as he opened his mouth.

Another accident happened.

Mr. Ji suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "Let's finish, follow me first!" ”

didn't care about the reaction on and off the stage, and pulled Shen Zhe to the backstage.

Shen Zhe hurriedly took two steps and grabbed one of the old man's arms, the old man glanced at him, and said, "Let's go." ”

The two of them were not fast, but they quickly disappeared behind the stage.

Leave a lot of big eyes and small eyes.

"What's wrong with the old gentleman today?"

"You won't feel unwell, didn't you say last time that you shouldn't go out?"

Yang Xin in the audience was surprised: "Where does the old gentleman want to take Xiaozhe?" This was Zhongli who asked through Shen Zhe's vacant seat.

Zhongli smiled: "Don't worry, maybe it's a good thing." ”

The ceremony soon began with the award ceremony of the last award under the auspices of Shen Jing, who was very responsive.

Since Mr. Ji suddenly lost his nerves, the Polaris Award had to be awarded to his countrymen by Mr. Messac.