Chapter 13

At this moment, the repost, comment, and like data under these two books were rising rapidly as if they were on a rocket.

At the same time, a comment was directly topped to the front row of the comment section.

"Simply enviable talent! Were these two books really written by a Chinese person?"

As for the content of the comment, it was also expressing shock at these two books.

But looking at the ID, countless netizens’ eyeballs were about to pop out.

It was actually posted by the famous literary critic Jackson!

Who is Jackson?!

He is one of the best literary critics in the United States.

He has even won the title of "Literary Critic of the Year" in the United States for five consecutive years!

He was also given the nickname "Satan of Literary Criticism"!

Why use Satan to compare Jackson?

That would have to mention Jackson’s broken mouth!

He has always been famous for his spicy and sharp literary criticism, and he once publicly commented on a book by a new author.

"This kind of cultural garbage is just an insult to everyone’s eyes! Reading this kind of book makes me so nauseous that I can’t even eat!"

Such a poisonous mouth, but now he actually used such complimentary words to evaluate these two works?!

For a time, countless foreigners simply doubted.

Is this... still Jackson himself?!

How did Jackson change his temper?!

At this time, countless netizens kept following up under Jackson’s message.

"Dear Jackson, is it really you who posted it?!"

"Your Highness Jackson has arrived in person, we will sweep the bed to welcome you!"

"Did your three-year-old nephew take your phone and post it randomly?!"

"Jackson, if someone is pointing a gun at you, can you give me a like?!"

"Big shot, did you drink several catties of wine today?!"

"This is actually a work that even Jackson likes! I also like this book..."

Jackson added this fire, which simply pushed the popularity of these two works to another height.

At this time, the first and second positions of the search popularity entries of Gugu Browser were completely occupied by [One Hundred Years of Solitude] and [The Old Man and the Sea].

More and more foreigners opened the browser and rushed to click on these two entries.

On the other side, Aierya had just finished a meal outside. When she returned to the computer desk again and was about to look at the data of these two books, she covered her red lips suddenly.

"790,000?!"

Rubbing her eyes hard, Aierya still couldn't believe her eyes.

Aierya, who had always paid attention to her image and was elegant, now showed an expression that she had always rated as inelegant.

And the next second, Aierya watched as the number of reposts broke through

800,000!

With trembling hands, she clicked on the comments below, and Aierya’s eyes widened even more.

Even Jackson commented on these two books?!

At this moment, just under Jackson’s comment, a series of netizens followed up crazily.

"Can't believe it!"

"Is this really a Chinese literary work?!"

"Which big shot author in China is it?!"

"Do these two books really come from China, which has never won an international literary award?!"

"I am willing to exchange a fragrant kiss for the name of this Chinese author!"

……

For a time, everyone’s voices gathered together, and everyone just wanted to ask one question.

Who exactly wrote this book?!

And on the other side.

In a luxurious manor in the United States.

A middle-aged man with black skin and a beard was concentrating on his phone, not even willing to blink.

The line of sight shifted to the phone in front of him, which was exactly the page of 'The Old Man and the Sea'.

"Who exactly wrote this?!"

The man was the literary critic Jackson.

The more involved Jackson was, the more his hands trembled.

When reading the first sentence, he thought that a new person with spiritual energy had appeared in the literary world, thinking that it was hard to add some fresh breath.

Such a talented seedling, if he had the chance to meet, he might be able to promote it.

But when reading halfway, Jackson realized completely that the literary foundation of these two books was extremely deep.

It was not inferior to the best works he had read this year!

When reading the whole book, Jackson was even more tearful.

Damn the newcomer!

This is simply a work that needs to be worshipped!

Just when Jackson was about to read these two books again with a pious attitude, the computer suddenly made a ding sound.

Jackson looked over and saw an email.

"Dear Mr. Jackson, there are three days left until the deadline for you to nominate authors..."

That’s right, Jackson is indeed a literary critic.

At the same time, his other identity is an academician of the Swedish Academy.

The Swedish Academy, which is the jury responsible for selecting and awarding the Nobel Prize in Literature!

And Jackson is one of the judges of the Nobel Prize in Literature preliminary selection committee in the Swedish Academy!

The email just now was to remind Jackson that he needed to submit the nominated authors he wanted to recommend before the end of this month.

At this moment, Jackson’s eyes had already been placed on the two books 'The Old Man and the Sea' and 'One Hundred Years of Solitude'.

Looking closely, his eyes clearly stayed on the signature of these two books.

That is, the two words China.

For a time, he rarely had some entanglement.

After all, China has never had famous literary masterpieces, and it is often difficult to even get nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature.

But thinking of the touch he had just read these two books, Jackson immediately made up his mind.

Gold will shine wherever it is.

These two books are definitely the best books I have read this year!

Must recommend!

As for whether it can win the final Nobel Prize in Literature, we will talk about it then.

Thinking of this, Jackson immediately opened the email and replied.

"Dear Jury, I have discovered two miracles that can be called literary history! One is called 'The Old Man and the Sea', and one is called 'One Hundred Years of Solitude'..."

Fingers danced quickly on the keyboard, and Jackson expressed his recommendation reasons of more than 3,000 words in one breath.

Seeing that the text he typed had exceeded the required number of words for the recommendation reason, Jackson could only delete a lot with heartache.

After seeing that the number of words was qualified, Jackson couldn't wait to press the enter key.

As if being a second late was a disrespect to these two books!

At this time, with a ding, the email was sent to the mailbox of the Nobel Prize in Literature Jury, and the email automatically replied:

"Dear Mr. Jackson, the 'The Old Man and the Sea' and 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' you recommended have been shortlisted for the Nobel Prize in Literature..."

Soon, more than 200 book titles from all over the world were all summarized in front of the Nobel Prize in Literature Jury.

All the judges will screen out from this pile of names.

The final masterpiece that won the Nobel Prize in Literature! ===== CHAPTER 27 =====