Morning.

Ye Luo got up early and made breakfast.

In the past few days, the filming of "The Legend of the New White Lady" has not stopped for a moment, and Tang Rou, as the heroine, is naturally very busy. There will be her role almost every day, even if she shoots fast enough, there is no shortage of fatigue at all.

"Teacher Ye, I really regret agreeing to you to film." Sister Rou was drinking soy milk while muttering with a collapsed face.

It's so tiring!

It's so much more tiring than singing!

This money is really not earned.

"Xiaorou, your ideological consciousness needs to be improved. If you want to say that it is bitter or not, think about the Red Army 25,000. Can't stand it when you shoot some scenes? Why do you want to be a movie queen? Come to think of it, you're already on fire now just by singing. If you win the movie queen again, you won't have to take off, huh? The first person in the entertainment industry in the future, it has to be my Teacher Tang! Ye Luo deliberately took the official tone and gaged with Tang Rou.

"Brother, I can't eat your bread when I'm eating." Sister Rou snorted and twitched her little nose, "I don't want to be a movie queen, don't you want to pull me to shoot a second time." ”

"Tsk, no aggressiveness!" Ye Luo continued to joke.

Seeing Ye Luo's indecent appearance, Sister Rou punished him for eating all the leftover soy milk and fritters.

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Ye Luo drove the car and sent Sister Rou to the filming location.

In the past, they would have estimated some impact. But now, it's almost public.

Whether it is Ye Luo going to work or going out with Tang Rou, he will basically no longer shy away from going anywhere.

However, due to the terrifying influence of the two people, they show like this every day, and no one has exploded on the Internet.

Ye Luo pondered, it is estimated that there is a shadow of his future father-in-law in this. Otherwise, just like them, it would be a scandal, and it is estimated that they would have been blown up all over the sky a long time ago.

The people in the crew, regardless of whether they knew it before or not, must be like a mirror in their hearts at this time anyway.

It's no longer strange.

"Director Ye, Teacher Tang."

The business director came very early every day, and after seeing the two of them get out of the car, he hurriedly came over to say hello. He had been very polite to Tang Rou before, but this would not be as simple as being polite.

"Shang Dao, you guys are busy, I won't bother you today." Leaf Fall.

The business director also held back, "Mr. Tang doesn't have many scenes today, aren't you here to watch?" ”

Ye Luo smiled, "I can't always interfere with your performance here." After speaking, he said hello to Tang Rou and left.

After Ye Luo left, when the business director faced Tang Rou, his attitude was even more respectful, "Teacher Tang, are you familiar with familiar words?" ”

"Is the scene all set up?" Tang Rou asked.

The business director nodded, "It's all over." ”

"How's the others preparing?"

"It's pretty much the same."

"Then don't wait, I memorized today's words last night."

"You're so dedicated! It's so rare for someone as big as you to be so dedicated in the circle. The business director's timely sycophant was naturally filmed.

Tang Rou didn't care, her expression basically didn't change. Except when she was with Ye Luo, Tang Rou always seemed to have a cold feeling that rejected people thousands of miles away.

Speaking of which, the business director was also very strange in his heart. Tang Rou usually has such a cold personality, when she is not filming, she has a cold face all day long, and she can't see any mood fluctuations and facial changes at all.

Such a person, how did she achieve such silky acting skills?

In and out of the play, Tang Rou's temperament is simply like two people.

Director Shang can be regarded as having seen countless actors, but he has never encountered such a "magical" one as Tang Rou before.

……

Ye Luo is not very worried about the crew, Shang Xuejun is a very smart person, he knows what to do.

When Ye Luo came to the unit, it was already more than 9 o'clock in the morning, and all departments had already gone to work.

Looking at the punch card machine at the gate, Ye Luo was a little stunned, as if he hadn't punched in for a long time.

Back at the beginning, Ye Luo was also a conscientious employee.

Now, it's different.

It's really different, and I'm busy with more things.

Without much emotion, Ye Luo went straight to his office.

As soon as Ye Luo came, the people in the major program groups of the music channel received the news.

Soon, the director of the program team began to report to him.

Now, the first season of "The Masked Singer" has come to an end, and Ye Luo has also given the program team a small long vacation.

The second season of "The Voice" is also nearing its end, and the second season is over. The program team is already busy studying the third season, and in this regard, Ye Luo said that it is not enough to hurry up, so let them do a good job of the ending of the second season.

The situation is similar with "I Am a Singer".

As for the other shows, this time is all decent.

It wasn't much of a big improvement, but nothing went wrong.

Listening to the reports of the program directors one after another, Ye Luo also gave his opinions and comments one by one.

In the morning, it was at the end of such work.

Sister Rou didn't go home at noon, and Ye Luo dealt with it casually alone.

I will continue to come to work in the afternoon, but I will have a lot more leisure at this time.

"Director, someone from the Academy of Arts just called, saying that they would like to make an appointment to meet you in the afternoon, and asked if you have time?" The little secretary reported.

"Bungain?"

Ye Luo was a little puzzled, there were a lot of people in the Academy of Literature, but here in Ye Luo, there were really few people who claimed to be the Academy of Literature. For example, Chairman Li Wenzheng and Chairman Shao Xinzhong directly said their own associations.

"Is it the leader of the Academy?" Ye Luo asked.

"Well, I called from the dean's secretary's office."

"Okay, I see. Tell them to see you at three o'clock in the afternoon. ”

Ye Luo estimated that nine times out of ten it was the matter of the "engineering group".

After the secretary went out, Ye Luo lay on the chair and squinted a little.

But it may also be that he slept too well last night, and now he is not very sleepy, so Ye Luo picked up his phone again.

"Is there a real fight?"

As soon as I turned on my phone, I received a news push.

On the Central Asian side, fire has officially begun!

This is already the second war of the year.

Before, the neighbor in the north of China had a real fire with his little brother. A war that has left the whole world defenseless.

Now, the war in Central Asia has begun to rage again.

"The world is not peaceful now."

Ye Luo has no good feelings about war, although he has not really been on the battlefield, but in those countless memory fragments, he has seen the cruelty of war.

"Whether it is ancient or modern, war has brought only endless suffering to the common people."

Ye Luo browsed the content of the news, and the feelings in his heart continued.

Fortunately, he was born in Huaxia.

Otherwise, even if there is a system, it is estimated that it will not be of much use.

Before I could take off, I might be caught on the battlefield and bullets.

At that time, if there was no soldier king system, it was estimated that it would be cold sooner or later.

"I wonder if my system can extract skills related to war?"

Ye Luo's thinking is really jumpy, his eyes are looking at the news, but his mind is running to the system.

Draw a prize!

Do what you think.

Not to mention the daytime lottery this time, Ye Luo really drew something.

"Master language skills card, is it ready to use?"

"Use!"

It's useless to say it's useful, in short, it's a skill card!

Ye Luo has already seen it now, and he doesn't expect to be 100% useful with the skills he drew out like at the beginning, but now Ye Luo is holding a mentality that he has many skills and is not pressing.

Maybe I won't need it now, but I'll have a long time to come, maybe I'll need it someday.

Last time, I drew a skill card for survival in the wilderness.

Moreover, Ye Luo feels that today's skill is quite practical.

His English is pretty good, but his other foreign languages are not so good.

The last time I was in the chess tournament, that Xing saw the morning fog coming over, and Ye Luo didn't understand a word at all. If Tang Rou hadn't translated it, Ye Luo really didn't know what he meant.

"Master-level language skill cards, I guess there should be a lot of languages, right?"

After Ye Luo used up the skill card, he didn't feel much changed.

He searched for a Japanese article on the Internet and was pleasantly surprised to find that he could read it without any obstacles.

Moreover, it can be read quite smoothly.

It's like his native language, and it doesn't take much thought at all.

Ye Luo changed several languages.

Russian.

Korean.

French.

German.

Even Arabic is equally fluent.

"This skill is a bit strong."

Ye Luo tinkered for more than half an hour, and found that he had been able to master all the major languages in the world without any obstacles.

Until, he searched the Internet for a country he had never heard of at all, and found an article written in the local language.

This time, he didn't know him at all, just like reading a book from heaven.

"It seems that there is also an upper limit to this master-level language card."

However, Ye Luo was also very satisfied.

Language skills are better than nothing.

At the very least, if he wants to travel abroad with Tang Rou in the future, 80% of the world's places can communicate without barriers.

Just when Ye Luo was still experimenting, the secretary knocked on the door, "Director Ye, the people from the Academy of Literature have arrived." ”

Ye Luo subconsciously glanced at the time, and before he knew it, it was already 3 o'clock.

"Okay, I got it."

Ye Luo put away his phone, wiped his hair, and went out towards the small conference room.

As soon as I entered the house, I found that there were not many people from the Academy.

He knew them all.

Dean Sun Deyou.

Zhang Yongzheng, director of the Data and Statistics Center of the Academy of Liberal Arts.

There were just two of them.

Dean Sun naturally doesn't need to mention it, the two don't know how many times they have met.

This Director Zhang Yongzheng, Ye Luo is also quite familiar. Because, the sales of his books were accounted for by the Data Statistics Center of the Academy of Literature, which was managed by Director Zhang Yongzheng.

"Dean Sun, Director Zhang, long time no see!" Ye Luo greeted him with a smile.

Both of them were also smiling and shaking hands with Ye Luo.

"Director Ye, we came uninvited, didn't disturb your work, right?" Sun Deyou said with a smile.

"No, no, I'm much easier now." Ye Luo said: "Come on, sit down, let's have a sip of tea first, let's sit down and talk." ”

After chatting for a while, Dean Sun explained his intentions.

"Teacher Ye, I came this time to discuss something with you."

Dean Sun still habitually calls Ye Luo Teacher Ye, and he said: "Yesterday, the ranking of world writers came out, and no one in our China was in the top 20. Even in the top fifty, there are only three. ”

Speaking of this, Sun Deyou's face was very gloomy.

Director Zhang Yongzheng, who was next to him, added, "If you follow the data, you have a chance to enter the top 20." ”

Sun Deyou took over, "However, there are some things that you probably know. These lists are controlled by the West, and they have been suppressing us not only economically and politically, but also culturally. ”

Ye Luo actually knows about the ranking of world writers. But he didn't pay much attention to it, in his opinion, people are referees and contestants, and Huaxia doesn't have to play at all.

This fight is not the strength of the Chinese literary world at all, but the comprehensive strength and influence at the national level.

Now that the big situation is here, it is almost impossible for their literary world to do anything earth-shattering in the world.

"Wasn't that the case before?" Ye Luo said, "They have been blockading us in the West for so many years, whether it is a writer or a mathematician, when did you see that our Chinese people have won too good rankings?" It's not that our strength is not good, it's that people are intentional at all. Dean Sun, I don't think we need to care about this. ”

"I know what you said in my heart, Mr. Ye, but this year is different."

Dean Sun's face was not very good-looking, and he explained: "This year's ranking of world writers is related to this year's Johnson Literature Prize, and only those who are in the top 100 in the world ranking are eligible to be nominated for the Johnson Literature Prize." ”

Hearing this, Ye Luo was a little confused.

The Johnson Award is well known to him, and this award is almost universally recognized as one of the most influential awards in the world. It involves many aspects such as literary awards, chemistry awards, and physics lectures. Among them, the Johnson Literary Award can be described as the highest honor in the world literary circle.

However, what does this have to do with Huaxia?

Since the establishment of the Johnson Literary Award, no one in China has won this award at all.

Paying attention to this thing, does it work?

What's the matter, you want to win the highest honor in the world literary world in the midst of so many blockades in the West?

It's nothing short of whimsical.

Sun Deyou continued to explain, "It's not that we want to win this award, the main thing is that our huge Chinese literary circle can't even have no nominees, right?" ”

"Dean Sun, wait a minute." Ye Luo was a little puzzled, "What you said is more and more confused, didn't you just say that there are still three of us in the top 50?" How can there be seven or eight in the first hundred? It's not easy for these people to get a nomination? ”

Speaking of this, Sun Deyou's face became even more ugly, "This time the West should have been planning for a long time, deliberately targeting us, and wanting to make some fuss in this regard." Therefore, all the works selected this time have been brushed down. ”

"Then you came to me this time......"

"Teacher Ye, I thought about it, and I think that you are the one who can save our Chinese literary world."

"What do you mean?"

"This, Mr. Ye, you are famous for writing quickly. Can you take the time to write a piece that will be considered for the Johnson Prize? ”

(End of chapter)