"Congratulations to Zhang Zhongzhong for winning the Pu Songling Award."
"Please write about Poirot in your next book."
"Welcome to Yanjing again, we are waiting for your second Yanjing autograph session."
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There was an unprecedented scene in front of the Chinese Museum of Modern Literature. Although Zhang Zhong’s fans were not crazy, the signs and banners they held in their hands were already full of star-chasing style.
However, unlike ordinary fresh meat appearances, the support group that greeted Zhang Zhong was basically evenly divided between men and women.
Zhang Zhong, who was sitting in the car, even saw a gray-haired old man holding a small flag and waving it back and forth.
The hotel they stayed in was across the road, but Chen Qing still found a car to drive Zhang Zhong over.
The car drove directly past the support group and arrived at the entrance of the Chinese Museum of Modern Literature.
After he got off the car, someone spotted him, and fans also ran this way. However, they still restrained themselves and stood under the steps and did not rush up.
The reporters who were sprinting with long guns wanted to rush over, but were directly stopped by the security guards at the door.
Zhang Zhong turned around, waved to the fans, and entered the museum under the guidance of the staff.
Unlike other awards that Zhang Zhong received before, the Chinese Museum of Modern Literature only had reporters outside the venue, but there were no reporters inside the auditorium, and there seemed to be only two or three cameras.
The awards ceremony will be videotaped, but not live broadcast.
In fact, because Zhang Zhong won the award this time, the organizing committee considered making it more commercial, but in the end the plan was canceled and the event was continued as in previous years.
In the auditorium, Zhang Zhong saw Zhuang Yu and others, including Yu Dongyu and Wang Kewang.
The organizing committee seemed to know that they had a good relationship, so they arranged their positions very close to each other.
Zhuang Yu was sitting next to Zhang Zhong.
He sat on a chair, hugged his chest and said, "I thought this awards ceremony would be broadcast live, but I didn't expect the organizing committee to give up such a good opportunity."
In the eyes of ordinary people, literature awards are synonymous with "away from life", and the winners also represent nobility.
This is not a deliberate act by the literary award or the winner of the literary award, it’s just that very few people pay attention to it.
If we talk about a football match, even if it is a second-rate game, a lot of people will probably pay attention to it, but not many people will pay attention to something like a literary award.
Many traditional literary awards also want to expand the influence and popularity of the award among the general public, but there is no way at all. The award ceremony itself is not attractive.
It was a good opportunity for Zhang Zhong to win the award this time, but the organizing committee did not take advantage of it, so Zhuang Yu said this.
"Maybe he is afraid of being criticized by some people. Didn't Li Siqi directly accuse the Pu Songling Award of becoming more and more kitsch? If the Pu Songling Award makes the award ceremony more commercialized, Li Siqi will probably criticize him.
My body is completely scratched." Yu Dongyu said.
Wang Yi said disdainfully, "Li Siqi didn't win the Pu Songling Award, right? He said this and he wasn't afraid that others would say he couldn't eat the grapes and said they were sour?"
"I remember he won a short story award," Zhuang Yu said.
"So what? He wants to prove that the short story award he won is more important than Zhang Zhong?" Wang Yi pouted.
Yu Dongyu sniffed. When it comes to traditional literature awards, he is a head lower than everyone else here. Even Zhang Zhong is expected to win more traditional literature awards in a few years.
Wang Kewang next to him is nothing. Although he has never won a literature award, he doesn't write books at all, so he doesn't care.
Of course, Yu Dongyu also knew that Wang Yi was not targeting him.
The conflict between Wang Yi and Li Siqi is well known to everyone. Not to mention that Li Siqi is not here now, even if Li Siqi is in front of them, Wang Yi probably will not give him any face.
Liu Yuan took over with a smile, "It's understandable. People always have psychological imbalances. Remember when Lao Zhuang won the Pu Songling Literature Award for the first time, didn't he also say a few weird things?"
Zhuang Yu smiled and said, "Hey, I don't even remember it, but you still remember it."
"Of course I remember, if it wasn't you that year, I would have won the award."
"I didn't expect you, Liu Dazui, to still be worried about this kind of thing?" Wang Yi stretched out his head and said. He and Liu Yuan were separated by Zhang Zhong and Zhuang Yu, so it took some effort to communicate.
Liu Yuan smiled strangely, "But the next year I will ride on your head and win the prize."
"You get the prize if you win it. What do you mean by riding on our head?" Wang Yi said with a puzzled expression.
"Isn't he just sitting on your head... Hey, why is this guy here?" Halfway through his words, Liu Yuan suddenly frowned.
Zhang Zhong looked in the direction he was looking and saw a middle-aged man with a white shirt on his upper body and shabby jeans that hadn't been washed for a long time. He had a slender head and was probably under fifty years old.
And this person is walking in their direction now.
Seeing him coming, several people stopped talking.
Zhang Zhong was unfamiliar with this person, but he was right in front of him and he was too embarrassed to ask Zhuang Yu and the others.
In just ten seconds, this person walked up to Zhang Zhong and the others, and said with a smile in a Yanjing accent, "You guys are all here, are you chatting?"
Liu Yuan glanced at him without saying anything. Zhuang Yu smiled and said, "The ceremony hasn't even started yet, and I can't keep my mouth shut. Are you in this row?"
"No, how can I sit so far forward? My seat is at the back. I just saw you here and came over to take a look. There are not many interesting people in the back. I will come over to chat for a while and then go back until the ceremony starts."
Zhang Zhong was secretly surprised. The ruffianism exuding from this guy did not look like that of a scholar.
Although it is said that literati do not have a specific temperament, generally speaking, the person in front of me is more like the old Yanjing man who chats in the restaurant.
Seeing that he refused to leave, Zhuang Yu could only introduce Zhang Zhong, "This is Li Rong."
The introduction was very simple, but Zhang Zhong still remembered who this Li Rong was.
In the 1990s, a kind of literature called hooliganism emerged in China. It mainly talks about the thoughts, behaviors and attitudes of people at the bottom of society. It describes the most common and typical living conditions and emotional conflicts and entanglements of people at the bottom.
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Li Rong is a representative of gangsterism literature.
This also explains why Liu Yuan was so surprised when he saw him before. Gangster literature is often deviant and not favored by mainstream literature. Awards like the Pu Songling Award,
We basically belong to two different worlds.
Wang Meng said good things about Li Rong before, saying that his "playing with literature" is exactly a reaction against the arrogant and superior salvation literature. He has torn apart some false lofty masks. And his
The language is lively and catchy, absolutely vernacular, and absolutely not bookish.