After watching the flag-raising ceremony, they went to the Forbidden City and walked around for a long time before returning to the hotel.
At about one o'clock, Zhang Zhong went to the Literature Museum alone.
Because family members and friends could not be brought to the award ceremony, Hu Huifang, Chen Qing and others could only watch the live broadcast in the hotel.
There were many journalists armed with guns and cannons gathered at the entrance of the Literature Museum. When they saw Zhang Zhong coming, they just glanced at him and stopped paying attention to him.
Zhang Zhong smiled, then took out a pass and entered the venue.
When they saw Zhang Zhong entering, the reporters didn't take it seriously. After all, there were many staff in the literature museum, so a pass was not unusual.
As soon as Zhang Zhong walked through the door, there was a sudden noise behind him. He turned around and saw that the reporters were already pouncing on someone like hungry wolves.
An old man with silver hair, Zhang Zhong recognized this person as the cocklebur Yu Dongyu they had talked about at the dinner table last night.
Yu Dongyu is in his early fifties this year and is in his prime. However, his hair has turned gray prematurely. From a distance, he looks older than Zhuang Yu and the others.
Of course, he only has white hair, but he walks like a tiger, and is stronger than the average fifty-year-old person.
With Yu Dongyu's fame, of course he immediately became the focus of reporters' attention. He must not have been able to finish the walk to the door in less than ten minutes.
Zhang Zhong looked at it for a while and said to the staff next to him, "Let's go."
The staff member was a young man in his twenties. When he saw Zhang Zhong's pass just now, his whole person seemed to be petrified, because he didn't know that Zhang Zhong was such a young man before, and he looked about the same age as him.
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However, he still had professionalism and didn't ask anything. After hearing Zhang Zhong's words, he nodded and said, "Teacher Zhang, please follow me."
Zhang Zhong had contacted Wu Ke, the editor-in-chief of Youth Daily, and agreed that a staff member would take him to the lounge.
The lounge arranged by China Youth Daily for Zhang Zhong was not big, but he was the only one there. Zhang Zhong sat in the lounge for a while, and then Wu Ke walked in.
Wu Ke knew about Zhang Zhong's situation. He was not surprised when he saw Zhang Zhong, but he still sighed secretly. After all, knowing that a fifth-grade vegetative person is a young man is still a little different from seeing him with his own eyes.
"Hello, Teacher Zhang, I am Wu Ke, the editor-in-chief of China Youth Daily." As soon as he came in, Wu Ke introduced himself.
"Hello." Zhang Zhong stood up and shook hands with Wu Ke, and the two sat down.
"Mr. Zhang, I'm here mainly to confirm the process of the award ceremony with you." Wu Ke said and handed over another piece of paper.
Zhang Zhong took the paper and looked at it. The process was simply written on it.
"There are specific procedures on this table. You look at the table and I will give you a brief summary. Our award ceremony starts at two o'clock, but you don't need to show up when the ceremony starts, because the award ceremony is also the first day of our youth newspaper.
The annual outlook meeting. We don’t start awarding awards until three o’clock. At that time, I will be here to take you to the auditorium, and then the presenter will give you the award. Next, you will give a speech. After the awards are over
, we also have an exchange meeting, but there is no specific process for the exchange meeting, you just need to know that this is the case." Wu Ke briefly explained the process to Zhang Zhong.
He spoke concisely, and Zhang Zhong heard it clearly, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I know. Does that mean I have to stay here for more than an hour?"
Wu Ke nodded and said, "Yes, but don't worry. From the lounge where you are, you can directly see the auditorium from a high position. You can watch our youth newspaper's outlook meeting from here. If you are interested in our outlook
If you are not interested, you can move around freely, but you must be back before three o'clock, because at that time I will come to take you to receive the award."
Zhang Chong said with a smile, "I am very interested in your newspaper's prospects, and I probably won't run around."
Wu Ke stood up from the sofa and shook hands with Zhang Zhong again, "Then I hope our outlook will not disappoint you. Now I have to excuse you because there are still some things that I need to deal with."
Zhang nodded, "Well, Editor Wu, go and do your work."
After Wu Ke left, Zhang Zhong sat on the sofa by the window and looked down.
When he first came in, he already discovered that the entire auditorium could be seen from here, but there were not many people in the auditorium at that time. After a while, there were gradually more people in the auditorium.
This auditorium is quite large, but there are only about 180 chairs placed in front of the stage, and now half of them are occupied.
In a large area behind these chairs, separated by barriers, some reporters were standing inside.
The number of these reporters is smaller than that at the door. They are probably media invited by Youth Daily.
From the entrance of the auditorium to the stage, a red carpet was laid out, which was also specially used for award recipients.
It has to be said that compared with other award ceremonies, the China Youth Literature and Art Award Ceremony is more attractive to writers because such a grand and grand award ceremony is only prepared for the winning authors.
Of course, the premise is that the previous hour of the outlook meeting must be skipped.
Seeing that the seats under the stage were slowly filling up, it was already two o'clock, and the Youth Daily also arranged for several hosts to come on stage.
At the beginning, the president of the China Youth Daily went up to deliver a speech, and then there was a big screen reviewing the history of the Youth Daily and the history of the Youth Literature Award.
Zhang Zhong watched quietly, not anxious at all.
But he was not in a hurry, but others were already anxious.
Haisha Live Network is the largest live broadcast platform in China and one of the cooperation platforms of the Youth Literature and Art Award.
At this time, in the live broadcast room of the Youth Literature and Art Awards, barrages were flying.
[Isn’t it already past two o’clock? Why haven’t the awards started taking so long? 】
【Yes, yes, when can we see the fifth grade vegetative state.】
[I’m just saying this because I’ve never watched the live broadcast of the Youth Arts Awards. This award is such a shame, and every time it’s preceded by an hour-long review.]
[Boss, you mean the awards will start at three o’clock?]
【It's about three o'clock.】
【Then I'll change the channel first and come back at three o'clock.】
[I also want to change the channel, but I’m afraid I’ll miss it. I want to see the first side of Vegetative Man.]
【Do we have to fight for something like the first one?】
[By the way, is the vegetative person sitting in the audience? Is there any camera shot for him? There are so many shots and no one introduces him. 】
[As usual, the winner should not be in the auditorium now.]
[What kind of diao practice is this? It’s not humane at all.]
【It's normal, so it's more grand.】
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Inside the hotel, Pengpeng sat in her grandma's arms, yawning and said, "Why haven't you seen dad yet? I've been waiting for a long time."