On April 6, Zhang Zhong was discussing the autograph signing event with Chen Qing when he suddenly received a phone call.
"I'll take a call." Zhang Zhong raised his hand to signal Chen Qing, who was talking about the process, to stop, and then answered the phone.
A man's voice that looked a little rough came from the other end of the phone, "Hello, is this Mr. Zhang Zhong?"
"Well, I'm Zhang Zhong, who are you?"
"Hello, Mr. Zhang Zhong, I am Liu Yuanhe, from the Writers' Association."
Zhang Zhong searched for the name Liu Yuanhe in his mind, but he didn't have any impression.
If the other party said it was from the Writers' Association, it was definitely not from the local Writers' Association, but from the Chinese Writers' Association.
Zhang Zhong knew a lot of people in the Chinese Writers Association, and those who might have called him were probably Li Hebin and Yang Fengxia.
"Well, hello, do you have anything to do with me?" Zhang Zhong asked.
"Mr. Zhang Zhong, the Pu Songling Award will be announced in June. I am calling you this time to ask if you are willing to serve as a judge for the Pu Songling Award." Liu Yuanhe said.
Zhang Zhong was very surprised when the other party called him and invited him to be a judge for the Pu Songling Award.
He is also related to the Pu Songling Award. In the last edition, he won the Pu Songling Award for Best Short Story with "The Ordinance" and became the youngest winner in the history of the Pu Songling Award.
In fact, there are still regrets. In the last edition, "Border Town" had every hope of winning the Best Novella Award, but the jury lacked courage and ultimately only awarded the Best Short Story Award.
Unexpectedly, time flies by so fast, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
"Mr. Liu, I'm afraid I can't agree to this. After all, I'm still young and not old enough to be a judge of the [567 Chinese www.yue20.com] Pu Songling Award. And I have never been a judge, so I'm afraid I can't
Competent." Zhang Zhong said.
Liu Yuanhe said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, you are being humble. Although you are young, you are definitely a leader in today's Chinese literary world. The work of the judges is definitely not as difficult as you imagined, and you will not do it this time."
Participate as the chief judge.”
Zhang Zhong thought for a while and said, "Let me think about it. I will give you the answer when I think about it."
Liu Yuanhe said, "Okay, but please give me a reply as soon as possible, preferably within a week."
"Okay, I will definitely give you a reply within a week." Zhang Zhong said.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Qing looked at Zhang Zhong and said, "Listen to what you just said, someone asked you to be a judge?"
Zhang Zhong nodded and said, "Well, it's the Pu Songling Award."
Chen Qing raised her eyebrows and said in surprise, "It's actually the Pu Songling Award?"
Zhang Chong said with a smile, "What's so surprising? They asked me to be a judge this time just because they wanted me to make a fool of myself."
"How do you say this?" Chen Qing asked.
"First of all, I will definitely not win the Pu Songling Award this year. This phone call is a signal, which is equivalent to telling me the result in a tactful way." Zhang Zhong said.
"This hasn't been judged yet... Alas, it's an ugly literary award." Chen Qing shook his head helplessly. Of course he could understand what Zhang Zhong meant. Although he was a little surprised, since he had been in the publishing industry for so long, he naturally understood.
The Tricks of Literary Awards.
In fact, there is no need to make a special call. Zhang Zhong probably won't win the award this year. After all, he already won the award in the previous year.
The reason why Zhang Zhong was asked to be a judge was to appease him.
I can’t give you an award anymore, so it’s interesting enough for you to be a judge. This should be the idea of the Writers Association.
Zhang Zhong didn't think anything of it. This set of rules had been implemented in the literary world for so long. Although he couldn't stand it, he didn't think about breaking it in the past, at least not now.
"Then boss, will you go?" Chen Qing asked.
"Not necessarily." Zhang Zhong pondered, "In fact, I still don't know what kind of role the Liu Yuanhe who called me has in the Writers Association and what he represents when he calls me. I'll ask Chairman Yang Fengxia later.
Let’s make a decision after understanding the situation.”
"Actually, I don't think it's necessary to be a judge. It's a waste of time. If I don't talk about it, I won't be able to get a good deal. Maybe something will happen." Chen Qing expressed his thoughts.
Zhang Zhong nodded and said, "I will consider these myself. You can continue what you just said."
"Well, okay, I just talked about our opening on the morning of the 14th. My thoughts are this..."
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After Chen Qing left, Zhang Zhong called Yang Fengxia.
Yang Fengxia looked very happy when she received Zhang Zhong's call, "What kind of wind brings you here?"
"Isn't this about the Pu Songling Award? The Writers Association is asking me to participate in the judging panel?" Zhang Zhong said straight to the point.
"I should have thought that you were calling because of this matter. Actually, this matter was not decided directly by me. The Pu Songling Award was organized by our Writers Association, but it was not handled by me. It was decided by the new vice chairman Liu Yuan.
He Yishou took care of it. I heard him mention you being a judge before, but that was a long time ago and I didn't take it to heart. Why, he contacted you?" Yang Fengxia said.
"It turns out he is the new vice chairman. I asked him why I have no impression of him. Where did Chairman Liu work before?" Zhang Zhong asked.
"He used to be the chairman of the Bashu Writers Association. You are not familiar with him, but Wang Yi should be quite familiar with him." Yang Fengxia said.
Zhang Zhong nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."
Yang Fengxia smiled and said, "What do you mean, do you want to be a judge?"
"I'm not going." Zhang Zhong was very familiar with Yang Fengxia, so he didn't mince words with her and said directly, "It doesn't make sense for me, a young man in his early thirties, to judge awards for those seniors."
"Are you afraid that someone will gossip? This is entirely because you are worrying too much. With your current status as a judge of the Pu Songling Award, will anyone dare to gossip?"
Zhang Zhong said, "Even if no one gossips, I don't have any need to be a judge. I understand what the Writers Association means. As for the judges, let's wait a few years to discuss it."
Yang Fengxia pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, I understand. Do you need me to convey your meaning to Chairman Liu?"
"No need, I will call him later to say congratulations on his promotion." Zhang Zhong said.
"Okay, then you can tell him yourself. By the way, you just happened to call me. I have something to tell you." Yang Fengxia said.
"What's going on?" Zhang Zhong asked.
"It's like this. The Writers Association is planning to organize another cultural exchange group. It will go to France in June. I want you to be the leader of the exchange group. After much thought, I can't think of a more suitable candidate than you. You
It is very popular in France and serves as a bridge for cultural exchanges between the two countries. It allows you to lead a group there and get twice the result with half the effort." Yang Fengxia said.