After Zhang Zhong woke up the next morning, he was not in a hurry to go to the venue.
After washing and having some breakfast, he took out his laptop and started writing "Yellow Card Man".
He drew "Clockwork Girl" but not "Yellow Card Man".
"The Yellow Card Man" is a short story that shares the same worldview as "The Wind-up Girl".
In fact, "Yellow Card Man" can also be renamed as "The Prequel of Chen Fusheng", because this novel tells the story of Chen Fusheng, the POV character in "Clockwork Girl".
The so-called yellow card people refer to Chinese people.
The reason why these Chinese are called yellow card people is because they all hold a yellow ID card to prove their identity.
Chen Fusheng was originally a wealthy Chinese businessman in Malay, but in this chaotic world, Malay experienced a brutal racial war, and they Chinese became a thorn in the flesh of the local green-headbands in Malay.
Just like attacking landlords, the foreign Chinese who had a better life became victims of racism, and the local green-headed bandits brutally massacred them.
In the book, Chen Fusheng once made a mental summary of the race war.
"And isn't this why the Malay Green Belt organization hates us Chinese? Because we look so superior? Because we look so rich? Because we talk elegantly and work hard, while they live their lives lazily every day.
Sweat and work hard?”
This is Chen Fusheng's subjective opinion, but it is not unreasonable.
No matter what the reason is, when classes appear, contradictions will naturally appear. No one will reflect on their own problems first, and they will not think that laziness is the reason for their poverty.
In this novel, Chen Fusheng crawled out from the pile of dead people. Paul gave a relatively detailed description of this scene, as if the tragedy of the Yellow Card Man was maximized from the beginning.
In Zhang Zhong's opinion, compared to a novel like "The Wind-up Girl", "The Yellow Card Man" is smoother and easier to read.
He didn't get this short story, but he wanted to send this novel to readers around the world, so he decided to write this not-so-long novel based on his own impressions.
This wasn't the first time he had done something like this, so he was quite familiar with it.
About halfway through writing, Zhang Zhong looked at the time. It was already 12 noon and he needed to go out to find something to eat.
Of course, before eating, he had to pay attention to the official news of the World Science Fiction Convention - to see who would win the right to host the next World Science Fiction Convention.
But what surprised him was that he searched online for a long time and couldn't find any news about the World Science Fiction Conference.
Didn't they announce it?
It stands to reason that the results should be announced on the official website after the regular guild meeting in the morning. However, the fact is that there is currently no such news on the official website.
Of course, Zhang Zhong was only slightly surprised. After all, there are still three days left in the conference and today, and the guild can choose to announce the news at any time during this period.
After having lunch in the hotel, Zhang Zhong returned to his room to continue working on "Yellow Card Man".
This lasted until five o'clock in the evening. He had already finished the first draft of "The Yellow Card Man" and roughly revised it.
Of course, the work on "Yellow Card Man" has not yet been completed. After the science fiction conference is over, he will spend some time making further modifications.
If possible, he would like to continue working now.
After the first revision just now, he suddenly had some new ideas.
But it's getting late now. The awards ceremony will start at eight o'clock. He will be there at about seven o'clock. Before that, he needs to take a shower, change clothes, and have a good meal. There is not much time left for him.
, he needs to complete these two things within an hour.
The hotel he stayed in was not far from the stadium, and with his heavy walking distance, he could get there in less than ten minutes.
However, the conference sent a special car to pick them up, mainly to avoid causing confusion.
After dinner, Zhang Zhong got on a special car and went to the gymnasium.
The awards ceremony was held in the theater inside the stadium, which was a long way from the entrance. However, the car Zhang Zhong was riding in stopped at the entrance, and a red carpet ran from where he got off to the theater.
It was also the first time for Zhang Zhong to attend the Hugo Awards ceremony. Looking at the long red carpet in front of him and the countless sprinters on both sides of the red carpet, he raised his eyebrows. This row of faces was indeed larger than the Nebula Awards.
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Surrounded by a group of people, Zhang Zhong stepped onto the red carpet.
The flashlight kept flashing, and Zhang Zhong could only squint his eyes slightly and walk forward.
"Pz, I heard that you arrived at the venue yesterday, why didn't you show up in the middle?"
"Are you confident about tonight's award ceremony?"
"You have four novels shortlisted for the Novel Award. Does this mean that the Novel Award is already yours?"
"Why didn't you go to the Nebula Awards last time but came to the Hugo Awards this time? Is it because you think the Nebula Awards are no longer challenging, or do you think the Hugo Awards are more challenging?"
"Before this, some people predicted that you would not come to the event because you were let go of the Hugo Awards last year. Everyone said that the Hugo Awards were stopped last year because of you. Do you think so too?"
"After you won the Nebula Award, you gave the readers a gift, which is a new book. So if you win the Nebula Award this time, will you also give the readers a gift? If not,
Isn’t there some preference for one over the other?”
The last question was asked in Chinese. Zhang Zhong glanced at the reporter who asked the question, and he also had an Asian face.
Zhang Zhong couldn't help but smile. After listening to the questions for a long time, it seemed that the sharp questions were all asked by this compatriot. As expected, reporters deceive people regardless of your nationality.
"Thank you for your attention. I came to the World Science Fiction Convention this time mainly with the mentality of learning and visiting. Of course I am happy to win an award, but even if I don't win, it is a good thing to participate in such a grand event. As for
As for gifts, I think the Nebula Award and the Hugo Award are the two major awards in the fantasy and science fiction world. They should be paid attention to by the same group of people, and there is no need to favor one over the other." Zhang Zhong said a not very nutritious official statement.
He said the same thing and walked towards the theater with a smile.
The reporters didn't give up, but they had no choice. The red carpet area was not a special interview area. Zhang Zhong had already given him face and at least stopped to say a few words. He could have just ignored them and walked in directly.
Later, when the award ceremony is over, there will be a special interview time, and these reporters all want to wait until then to interview Zhang Zhong.