Chapter 683 Can you pay attention to professional ethics
Zhang Zhong took half a step back, looked at the microphone in front of him, then looked at the reporter holding the microphone, and then smiled, "First of all, let me correct you. There is something wrong with what you just said.
. You can’t say that this Wei Feng Award is like picking something out of a bag for me, but you should say, ‘Everyone says that winning the Wei Feng Award this time is like picking something out of a bag for you.’ This is the correct use of picking things out of a bag. You are right.
What?"
He said this suddenly, but the reporter holding the microphone did not react immediately.
"You're right, I used the wrong words." The reporter said sarcastically, and then continued unwillingly, "But you haven't answered my question yet."
Zhang Zhong is not a picky person, and he generally does not argue with others. The reason why he was like this just now is because the reporter he recognized and asked was the reporter who had set a trap for him at the World Science Fiction Convention, and the reporter just asked
The problem is also very insidious.
He asked Zhang Zhong which award he was more confident about, Best Novella or Best Novel. If Zhang Zhong was not clear-headed and answered casually, it might be reported the next day. "At the award ceremony, Zhang Zhong made it clear that the Best Novel was in the bag.
thing” or “the best novella is like something in the bag”.
Zhang Zhong did not answer the reporter's question, but looked at the microphone that was almost touching the tip of his nose and was still trying to poke it forward and said, "Which media do you belong to? Is your microphone not good at picking up sound? Do you need it?"
I put it in my mouth to answer your question?"
There was no swearing, but the tone was very strong.
The reporters were a little surprised. This was not the first time Zhang Zhong had been interviewed. Although he had been dissatisfied with interviews before, this was the first time his tone was so serious and his eyes were so scary.
The reporter who asked the question before could not help but retract the microphone.
Zhang Zhong's tone did not soften at all, and he continued, "You are doing news work in a formal and regular manner, you are media people, not those entertainment journalists who go around the streets and climb over the wall to take secret photos. Please pay attention to your professional ethics and work attitude.
Even if I am not here to attend the Wei Feng Award Ceremony, even if I am just a passerby, do you think it is advisable to poke the microphone in my face like this? The most basic respect between people can be achieved because you are eager to get it
Was it put aside as news material?"
There was another series of cannons, and the reporters suddenly became unable to resist.
There was nothing they could do, they hit the muzzle of the gun. Zhang Zhong had been in a bad mood for the past two days, and there was anger hidden in his chest.
He suddenly remembered that Wang Kewang had previously scolded a certain CCTV column team for being sick. Now he was in the same mood as Wang Kewang. Many journalists did not have the basic ethics and carried a press card, always trying to cause trouble.
He then thought of the reporter Hu Rui he met before. He was a real reporter. Compared with the two, they were completely different.
"Okay, I'll go in first. After the award ceremony is over, I think you guys will come over for interviews. When the results are out, let's talk again."
After finishing speaking, he asked the security personnel to clear the crowd, and then walked straight into the cultural center.
The reporters who were left behind looked at each other in confusion.
"Zhang Zhong must have eaten explosives today." Someone couldn't help but say.
"He is right. Some people do go too far. Anyone who is almost poked in the face by a microphone should be angry."
The reporters all turned their attention to the reporter who had just asked the question. In their opinion, the reason why Zhang Zhong was angry was directly related to this reporter.
Zhang Chong walked into the cultural center with a cold face. Yu Dongyu stood at the door of the auditorium. Seeing his poker face, he asked curiously, "Why do you think you are in a bad mood?"
Seeing Yu Dongyu, Zhang Zhong showed a smile and said, "Nothing, some reporters."
Yu Dongyu clicked his tongue in surprise, "Are you still angry with reporters? Let's go. Teacher Zhuang and the others are all inside. You came really late."
"Doesn't it start at seven o'clock? I've already come here an hour early," Zhang Zhong said.
"It's right to start at seven o'clock, but everyone will come here earlier. Before the ceremony starts, everyone will chat together. Look, everyone is standing."
Yu Dongyu was right, not many people were sitting in the auditorium, most of them were standing and gathering together.
Under normal circumstances, Yu Dongyu will not come to participate in the Wei Feng Award. Although he also has serious literary works, awards like the Wei Feng Award have little to do with him.
It’s not that his works are worse than others, it’s just that the themes of his works generally don’t fit well with the Wei Feng Award.
That is to say, because Zhang Zhong and Zhuang Yu came over, Yu Dongyu also came to join in the fun.
Among them, apart from Liu Yuan, Yu Dongyu was the most out-of-the-box and the most lively.
"Where are they?"
The lights in the auditorium were not very bright, and Zhang Zhong looked around but could not see where Zhuang Yu and the others were.
Yu Dongyu pursed his lips towards the front row, "The group with the most people is behind the crowd. These guys are not very tall, so of course you can't see them."
"Do you dare to say this in front of them?" Zhang Zhong joked with a smile.
Yu Dongyu raised his head, "Why don't you dare? What I said is not the truth?"
"It's true, but you're not higher than them either."
Yu Dongyu curled his lips and said, "You are the tallest."
"Haha, they are all tall, they are all tall, let's go."
The two of them chatted and laughed and walked towards the direction of Zhuang Yu and the others. When the other writers gathered around saw Zhang Zhong coming, they let one of them speak out. After all, Zhang Zhong was also one of the protagonists tonight. And everyone
Everyone knows that Zhang Zhong and Zhuang Yu have a very good relationship.
Zhuang Yu saw Zhang Zhong coming and said with a smile, "We supporting actors came first, but you, the protagonist, arrived late."
Wang Yi then said, "What you said, Lao Zhuang, is wrong. The protagonist should appear in the finale. We supporting characters should come over first to help the protagonist."
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Don't tease me. This is my first time here at the Wei Feng Award Ceremony. Unlike you, who have been here several times and are already familiar with it."
"I'm pretending to be young," Liu Yuan said with a smile.
While talking, Zhang Zhong and the others merged into the conversation of a group of people.
While chatting, Zhuang Yu introduced the people around Zhang Zhong.
Some of them are famous people in the literary world that I have heard of before, such as shopping.
That's right, this person's name is Buying Things, not a pen name.
The surname "Mai" is relatively rare, but it is not strange. The name "Dong" itself is nothing special, but the name "Dong" and the surname "Mai" together make people feel very special.
Buying things is considered a red writer, and he writes some works with main themes, but he is relatively low-key and rarely shows his face.
In addition to writers who have become famous over time, such as Buying Things, there are also some writers that Zhang Zhong doesn’t know much about. For example, Li Moumou, Wang Moumou...