In the science fiction world, Chinese writers have always played the role of "transparent people", although there are a few "science fiction writers" such as Ni Kuang, but the works of Ni Kuang and others are not famous in the Western science fiction world at all, let alone win international awards, and have not even been nominated.

Of course, nothing can be said absolutely, in fact, among Chinese Americans, there is still one who has been nominated for the "Hugo Award" and "Nebula Award".

The man's name was Wu Jiaqiu, and in the eighties, he was twice nominated for these two science fiction awards.

However, this person is almost not well-known to the Chinese people, and as for the works, he is even less familiar.

Perhaps another Chinese science fiction writer is better known to Chinese people, yes, he is Jiang Fengnan.

As the first Chinese writer to win the "Hugo Award", he is also the person who has won the Hugo Award the most times among the Chinese.

As for the well-known Liu Dagang, he is actually just the first Chinese to win the Hugo Award.

Of course, that's all a stretch.

Although it is said that there are Chinese Americans who have become famous in the science fiction world before this, in fact, almost all the science fiction award winners are writers from the Western world, and some of the reasons for this are objective reasons, and a large part of them are subjective reasons.

Among the subjective reasons, political factors occupy a large part.

In addition, the contempt and contempt of the Western world for the Chinese people has existed since modern times, and even in later generations, there are many people in the Western world who think that the people of our country are stupid and backward.

This has become their consensus and habit, and it seems to be firmly engraved in their bones.

What's even more ridiculous is that after some people go abroad, they actually praise the air abroad for being sweet, and say how bad it is in China.

However, these people don't want to think about it, no matter how bad the motherland is, it is also home, but abroad will always be a foreign country, even if you think that you have integrated into their society and have their worldview and values, you can't change their discrimination against you.

Therefore, we must have self-confidence, and let them admit convincingly that our people are also excellent, even better than them.

Editor-in-chief Zhang has a deep understanding of this.

As a former member of the "Hong Kong escapees", he once thought that everything was beautiful in the "capitalist" society, but the cruelty of reality gave him a blow to the head.

It was also from that time that he suddenly understood that only when the motherland is strong, can they also be strong, and can the descendants of Yan and Huang overseas stand up and behave.

Just like this time, he was very happy in the face of so many publishing houses coming to him to ask for cooperation, but he also understood that these publishing houses just valued the business opportunities of this science fiction book.

Despite this, after thinking about it for a while, he finally chose to respond.

In particular, he attaches great importance to the publishing houses in Taiwan and Southeast Asia, and not only negotiates with them personally, but also gives certain cooperation terms that are beneficial to the other party.

Soon, he reached cooperation with publishing houses in more than 10 countries and regions.

However, Editor-in-Chief Zhang found that there are not many of these publishing houses in the Western world, or have a Western world background, and most of them are Chinese or have a Chinese background.

It can be seen that for this science fiction, the Western science fiction community has not paid attention to it at all.

Or maybe they've already read the sci-fi, but they pretend they haven't.

"Alas......" Thinking of this, Editor-in-Chief Zhang couldn't help but sigh deeply.

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A few days later, some information about this science fiction also reached the ears of Liang Dakang, editor-in-chief of "Science Fiction Literature and Art" magazine.

"Good! Good! Good! After calling three good times in a row, Editor-in-Chief Liang sat down again, only to see him sigh and say to himself: "It's a pity...... Alas! ”

After a while, he smiled again and muttered: "Forget it, with such an achievement, it is actually a major breakthrough, at least it has opened a precedent for our country's science fiction to go to the world." ”

"Ahem...... Lao Liang, I heard you so happy from afar, what is worthy of your happiness? At that moment, the office door was pushed open, and a man dressed in ordinary clothes entered.

His name is Zheng Guomin, and he is the leader of the Sichuan Provincial Association for Science and Technology, and he is also a friend of Liang Dakang for many years.

"Lao Zheng, you're here, come, sit down, you know? The response of that science fiction article in the United States is not bad, and some local media still have ......"

"Lao Liang, I already know what you said, I came to you today for this matter." Zheng Guomin didn't wait for Liang Dakang to finish speaking, and then said.

"Oh...... Lao Zheng, then you talk first. As soon as he heard Zheng Guomin's words, Liang Dakang immediately looked at him.

"Lao Liang, I can understand your mood at the moment, but you should also understand that this time, our science fiction has just caused a sensation in the Chinese circle, and the Western science fiction community has basically ignored the existence of this science fiction article, and the reason why the publishing house in the United States agreed to publish it is only for the sake of money, not really ......"

"Lao Zheng, don't say it again, I understand what you mean, but...... So what? Their disregard today will one day be regretted because of this, our country's science fiction will definitely occupy a place in the world science fiction community, it will definitely be! ”

At this moment, Liang Dakang looked very excited, and he was so excited that the glasses on the bridge of his nose were about to fall off.

"Yes, our science fiction will rise one day, there's no doubt about it."

Zheng Guomin also nodded, after he said a word, he then said: "Let's get down to business, I came here today mainly to tell you something, last year's Huaxia Science Fiction Galaxy Award, we opened a precedent for supporting science fiction writers, this year the Association for Science and Technology decided to increase efforts to support a group of outstanding science fiction writers......

"You're saying that there will be two sci-fi pen sessions this year, one in the first half of the year and one in the second half of the year?"

"That's right! In addition, we also have to increase the remuneration of authors and increase support. Zheng Guomin nodded and replied.

"But...... This funding? Liang Dakang hesitated, he frowned.

"You don't have to worry about the funding, Lao Liang, arranged by the Science Association, by the way, didn't you say before that you sent a letter of invitation to the author? Is there a reply now? Zheng Guomin seemed to remember something again and asked again.

"You said Comrade He Yun? Of course, he said in the letter, that new science fiction is already being created. ”

"Really? Is it so fast? Zheng Guomin showed a hint of surprise.

"Yes! He's really quick to write. Liang Dakang smiled and couldn't help replying.

"In that case, Lao Liang, you immediately send this comrade an invitation to the PEN meeting, he is the top priority of the PEN meeting, we have no one in the PEN this year, and we can't miss him."

"Hahaha...... This is natural, Lao Zheng, I will write it right away. ”

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Silver City.

In front of the table.

He Yun suddenly sneezed.

He looked out the window and saw that it was drizzling, so he immediately stood up and closed the wooden window.

"I don't know how long this weather will last?"

He Yun sat down again and couldn't help but sigh.

In the past few days, it has been drizzling in the sky, so that he has to be careful when writing, for fear that the wooden window will be opened too wide, so that the manuscript paper will be wet by the rain blowing in.

His science fiction article, so far, has only been written halfway, and the word count is only more than 5,000 words.

On average, I only write three or four hundred words a day.

The reason why he wrote it so slowly was not because he didn't write an outline, but because science fiction was already difficult to write, and this science fiction article was even more difficult to write than the last "Hou Yi Running to the Moon".

He thought about the name of this science fiction article for three whole days, and in the end, he chose the name "Sea Prison".

As the name suggests, it is a prison at sea.

This time, instead of coming up with a mythical name, he chose the most simple and straightforward name.

After all, the core plot of this science fiction is a prison that suddenly appears on the sea, and the confinement railing of the prison is the mysterious colorful light curtain around it, and the person guarding this prison is the mysterious power that cannot be seen or touched.

In addition to the name, He Yun was also stuck for two whole days for a plot introduction of a few hundred words, and it wasn't until last night that he had a flash of inspiration.

But even so, his science fiction is only half written.

"I said, Mr. He, why are you writing again?" Just as He Yun was thinking to himself, Deng Chengjun walked into the dormitory at some point.

"Why don't you write? You know me, that's my hobby, what's the matter? Isn't the dance hall fun today? He Yun turned his head and said to Deng Chengjun with a smile.

"What's the matter, I went to Xinhua Bookstore with Teacher Chen to read books today, and I didn't go to the dance hall at all!" Deng Chengjun glanced at He Yun and said.

"Really? Teacher Deng also knows that the prodigal son has turned back? He Yun joked.

"Go, go, go...... What a prodigal son, the ballroom is not a dirty place, that place is very formal, okay, only you literati will think about it! ”

"Teacher Deng is right, Teacher He, you have to go to the dance hall to take a good look in person." At this time, Mr. Chen also returned.

At the moment, he had two letters and a package in his hands.

"Teacher Deng, this is a letter from your family, and this, Teacher He, this letter and package are sent to you."

At this time, Mr. Chen walked up to He Yun with the package and letter and handed over the things.

"Oh...... Thank you, Mr. Chen. He Yun smiled, thanked him, and then took the letter and package.

He first looked at the letter, and saw that it had been sent by a magazine, so he casually stuffed it into a drawer.

Then he looked at the package.

"Huh...... This is? ”