In fact, many of the people who gathered around didn't know Zhang Zhong, but [Biquge www.bequgex.com] heard that there was a celebrity and wanted to join in the fun and come over to see him.
This is the same all over the world, everyone likes to join in the fun.
"Who is this? A big star?"
"He must be a big star. Look how handsome he is."
"Why did the star come here?"
"I came to play and was recognized."
There are conversations like this happening all around.
Of course, there are also people who know Zhang Zhong who will educate others.
"Wow, this is an incredible person. He is the winner of the Goncourt Literature Prize. It is even more common to win the Hugo Award and the Nebula Award."
However, things like the Goncourt Literary Award and the Nebula Award and the Hugo Award are too far away for ordinary people, and most people have never heard of them.
In other words, if you know about these awards, you will naturally not know who Zhang Zhong is.
"He is the richest writer in the world, with a net worth of tens of billions."
This kind of introduction is much simpler and cruder, and easier to understand.
"That's awesome!"
A Goncourt Literary Prize plus the Wei Jin Prize, the Hugo Prize, the Lucky Prize, the Chinese Youth Literary Award... are not as shocking as a net worth of tens of billions.
Just think about it, the total number of tourists on this street may not have a net worth of tens of billions.
If a person is worth one million, it would take tens of thousands of people to achieve this level of wealth.
With so many people put together, he is not as rich as him, so he must be very powerful.
This is the thinking of ordinary people, and for people who understand literature, a net worth of tens of billions is really nothing to Zhang Zhong.
In their eyes, Zhang Zhong was a priceless treasure.
There are many people with tens of billions of net worth, at least around the world, but there is only one Zhang Zhong.
Fortunately, Zhang Zhong always follows security personnel when traveling, otherwise the scene today would be really difficult.
While waving to the onlookers, he signed autographs for some people who handed over notebooks.
If I were to say what sells best on Xin'an Old Street today, it would probably be notebooks and pens.
Tourists generally don't carry paper and pen with them, so in order to get Zhang Zhong's signature, they will buy it nearby.
"Zhang Da, are you really playing? Are there really no new books in summer?"
Someone in the crowd asked loudly, and a group of fans immediately started laughing.
Being urged to update in person by a reader, Zhang Chong laughed and said, "I'm not kidding. Xin'an will appear in the book I'm writing recently. You'll have to wait and see."
"Is Zhang Da here to collect news?"
"Of course, I'm just joking. I'm such a hard-working writer." Zhang Chong said with a smile.
Not only was he laughing, fans were also laughing, and someone asked again, "Zhang Da, I scored 621 points in the exam and applied for Shizhong College as my first choice. Can I get in?"
"The admission results will be out in a few days. I hope you can go to Shizhong College as you wish. I have already remembered your appearance. If you can be admitted to our college, I will give you another signature."
"When will "Diary of a Murderer" be released? Zhang Da."
"If you don't have this book, just go to bed."
"This time I'm here to collect stories. Are they science fiction or detective novels?"
"You can see for yourself later and you will know."
"You tricked us into going to the bookstore to buy your book again."
"Haha, for the sake of living, please understand."
These words made the onlookers laugh. A man with the highest royalties in the world said this. If anyone really took it seriously, his head would have been kicked by a donkey.
There are so many people on the old street, and it is impossible for Zhang Zhong to sign autographs for everyone.
After chatting with them for a while, Zhang Zhong walked out under the protection of security guards.
After walking out of the old street, Zhang Zhong waved to the crowd, "Don't say goodbye, everyone. See you soon."
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Zhang Zhong's appearance in Xin'an Old Street was quickly posted online.
Netizens lamented that Zhang Da really kept his word and really went to play when he said he wanted to.
But they also heard good news. Zhang Zhong said it himself that he went to Xin'an to collect news, which meant that a new book was being written. Maybe they wouldn't have to wait long to see the new book.
A lesson learned. Because he was recognized in the old street, he spent the next two days hiking with his family in some disguise.
After spending five or six days in Xin'an, the family went to Yundian, and Zhang Zhong flew to Chicago to attend the Nebula Awards ceremony.
He didn't attend the Nebula Awards last year, and it seems like he would be disrespectful not to come today.
This time he was not the only Chinese writer to attend the Nebula Awards Ceremony, there was also Feng He.
When Zhang Zhong arrived in Chicago, it was Feng He who picked him up. This guy came two days in advance.
According to Feng He himself, the reason why he came two days early was because he had jet lag.
Zhang Zhong also ridiculed him and said that if you ignore jet lag, it will exist. If you ignore it, it will not exist.
When Feng He heard Zhang Zhong's fallacy, he was not to be outdone. In turn, he teased Zhang Zhong, saying that his theory could be said to be Schrödinger's jet lag.
"You came two days early, will the organizing committee reimburse you for the accommodation expenses?" After arriving at the hotel, Zhang Zhong asked Feng He with a smile.
Feng He also smiled and said, "We still need to discuss this matter with the organizing committee. The accommodation fee is really not cheap."
"I think it's better to forget it. As far as the Nebula Award organizing committee is concerned, it's a good thing that they didn't ask you to donate to them. You want to split the sperm on the mosquito's leg, it's just a fantasy."
The two rested in the hotel for a while, then Linde and Llorente came over.
They are all acquaintances and belong to the same world of fantasy literature. Naturally, they have made an appointment in advance for this Nebula Award Ceremony.
"Congratulations, Feng He."
As soon as they came over, Linde and Llorente congratulated Feng He on being shortlisted for the Nebula Award.
Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "Why don't you congratulate me?"
"Why should I congratulate you? Didn't you perform poorly this year?" Llorente said.
"You call the three shortlisted works poor performance?" Zhang Zhong said with an exaggerated expression.
Linde shrugged his shoulders, "Isn't it? This is the year in which you have the fewest entries for the Nebula Awards."
"It's up to you." Zhang Zhong shrugged, and then looked at Llorente, "I heard that Penny Austin will also attend the Nebula Awards ceremony this year."
"You don't need to hear that, which session won't she come? And she has a work shortlisted this year." Linde looked at Feng He, "You two are competitors this year."
Feng He smiled and said, "I have also read Ms. Austin's "Green Soil". I have to say that her entry point into exploring human nature is indeed very special."
Llorente pursed his lips, "What's special is that they are always men and women."
"Are you jealous?" Linde started taunting Llorente.
Zhang Zhong immediately followed up, "This is not sarcasm, but a typical case of hatred born out of love."