"I heard from some of their boys that you have received the French Knight Order?" Wang Meng suddenly asked about the French Knight Order of Literature and Art.
Zhang Zhong nodded and said, "Well, this matter has been decided before, and it is just announced this time."
Hearing Zhang Zhong's words, Yu Dongyu smiled and said, "What a coincidence. Just as the nominations for the Wei Feng Award came out, France announced that they would award you the Knight Medal. It seems that they are specially taking care of your time."
Liu Yuan looked at Zhuang Yu, "Didn't you also get a knighthood medal before?"
"I don't get such a good treatment as Zhang Zhong. They said they would award me a medal, but I just crawled over to receive it."
"Teacher Zhuang is too self-effacing," Zhang Zhong said.
"This is not self-effacing, it is typical hypocrisy."
"Old Liu still understands me." Zhuang Yu also laughed at himself, "Actually, I wanted to be more reserved at the time, but then I thought about it, this medal is of great benefit to me, maybe it can help me sell more books.
, let me earn more royalties. As a human being, I want to maintain my lofty ideology while also obtaining substantial benefits. It is difficult and difficult."
Wang Meng laughed and said, "There is no conflict between the loftiness of ideas and substantive interests. I think you are just mediocre."
"Mr. Wang is right. Later, when I thought about it, the previous struggle was indeed a mediocre mentality." Zhuang Yu said.
"If Zhang Zhong can win the Wei Feng Award this time, he will have to break your record. How old were you when you won the Wei Feng Award?" Wang Yi, who had been silent, said.
Zhuang Yu thought for a while and said: "Forty, I remember that I won the Pu Songling Award first. I was thirty-eight when I won the Pu Songling Award. Then two years later, I won the Wei Feng Award, which just broke the previous record.
Forty-two years old record, if I didn’t win the award that time, I would have missed the record.”
Speaking of this, Zhuang Yu sighed, "Sixteen years have passed before I knew it. At that time, I was still living as a young writer, and my temples turned white in the blink of an eye."
Wang Meng laughed and said, "I haven't even made such a sigh, but you complained. When I was forty years old, you guys didn't know where you were."
"Haha, I'm being hypocritical. But I'm not surprised that Zhang Zhong can break my record. Even if you don't get it this time, you still have two chances in the future." Zhuang Yu said with a smile.
"I am lucky to have gained it, but I have lost my life." Zhang Zhong said calmly.
"You have a good attitude. If it were Liu Yuan, I'm afraid you would have scolded me."
Liu Yuan saw that Zhuang Yu was turning his attention to him, and said not to be outdone, "I don't like hearing what you say. It's not like I haven't won the Wei Feng Award before."
"You took it, but you also scolded it."
"Are I scolding them? I was trying to reason with them. Besides, I'm not doing it for myself. Others don't know who I'm doing for. How can you, Zhuang Yu, know?"
Zhang Zhong had heard about Liu Yuan and Wei Feng's prize.
That’s what happened when Zhuang Yu won the second Wei Feng Award. In that year, Zhuang Yu also had two very outstanding works, and both of them met the criteria for the Wei Feng Award. However, Zhuang Yu didn’t even get a single nomination.
As for the reason, everyone actually knows it, because no writer has won the Wei Feng Award twice in a row.
There is a principle circulating within the jury: the same author should not win consecutive awards.
This was not written into the award regulations, but everyone silently abided by it.
Normally, everyone doesn’t pay much attention to it. After all, there are very few authors who have the ability to be popular two times in a row.
Unexpectedly, after Zhuang Yu won the first prize, his literary imagination exploded and he wrote two more works that shocked the literary world, and both works extremely met the selection criteria of the Wei Feng Award.
But even so, the jury still abided by the internally circulated principle and did not even give Zhuang Yu a single nomination.
Because of this, Liu Yuan couldn't stand it anymore and jumped out to criticize Wei Feng Award.
What Liu Yuan means is that if you don’t want the same writer to win the award consecutively, write down the regulations and don’t make it unclear. People who know it know that it is an unwritten rule of your jury, and those who don’t know it think it is an award.
Is there something fishy or something wrong with Zhuang Yu's works?
His scolding did not change the Wei Feng Award, but in the next session, the jury gave him the award.
Liu Yuan is also a bachelor. After receiving the award, he has not let go of the Wei Feng Award.
"I know you are upright, otherwise how did you get the nickname Liu Dapao? But your rant is unreasonable. Didn't the Nobel Prize in Literature say that one person can only win the prize once? But have you ever seen anyone win it?
Twice?" Zhuang Yu smiled.
"Then the Nobel Prize in Literature has nothing to do with me. Besides, I think the unspoken rules of the Nobel Prize in Literature are unreasonable. There is a feeling that as many people as possible can win the prize."
Everyone present nodded, but this is how the Nobel Prize in Literature feels to people.
If the Nobel Prize in Literature did not have such unspoken rules, I am afraid that the number of winners of this award would be less than half, or perhaps more than half.
Of course, the industry generally regards the Nobel Prize for Literature as a lifetime achievement award. In other words, if you win it once, you have nothing to do with this award anymore.
In fact, many literary awards have such hidden rules, such as the Youth Literature Award that Zhang Zhong won.
If there is really a selection, this award should be given to Zhang Zhong for several consecutive years. After all, no one in the popular literature world can compete with Zhang Zhong this year.
But if we really want to give all the awards to Zhang Zhong, then this award seems to have lost its meaning.
In fact, Liu Yuan also knew that his complaints were unreasonable. He just said a few words out of habit.
"I guess I still have to mention the Wei Feng Award when the next awards ceremony is held," Liu Yuan said with a smile.
"Why?" Wang Yi asked.
"Because there is a high probability that the next term will not be important," Liu Yuan said.
Zhuang Yu smiled and said, "If you say that, you think it is certain that Zhang Zhong will win the award this time?"
"Of course." Liu Yuan nodded and said, "If he doesn't win the award this time, then there is no need to wait until next time. I will take out the Wei Feng Award this time and talk about it."
Wang Meng pointed at Liu Yuan and said, "You have a bad temper. No one can say for sure about this award. Different people have different standards in their hearts. You cannot impose your ideas on others."
"Mr. Wang is right," Zhuang Yu said.
"Okay, I'll go in first. You young people can chat outside. I'll excuse you now."
Wang Meng held on to the chair and wanted to get up, but Wang Kewang quickly went to help him.
If it were before, Wang Meng would definitely knock off Wang Kewang's hand, but this time he allowed his grandson to help him up.