Chapter 18

"The two foreign friends have successfully checked into the hotel last night, so they will definitely not be late..."

Speaking of this, Vice President Yu Fu wiped his sweat with a handkerchief on his chest, and his peripheral vision caught the door, and he shouted immediately.

"Here, here!"

As soon as the voice came out, everyone’s eyes were on the two foreigners coming from afar at the door.

"The one with black skin is Mr. Jackson, and the one with white skin is Mr. Allen."

Vice President Yu Fu leaned to the side of President Xiao Ren and whispered according to the previous information.

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President Xiao Ren nodded and immediately walked towards the two foreign friends with big strides, and the translator on the side was also on standby.

"Mr. Jackson, Mr. Allen, welcome both of you from afar. On behalf of the Chinese Writers Association, I express a warm welcome to you both."

First, it was a friendly greeting, and President Xiao Ren shook hands with the two friends in front of him respectively.

And this scene was taken by the media on both sides of the red carpet.

After all, this is proof of the long-lasting friendship between China and foreign countries!

At this moment, as the two foreign friends entered the venue, Yang TV reporter Huahua started a live broadcast.

Countless netizens who were looking forward to it immediately squeezed into the live broadcast room crazily.

"My goodness, I heard that the Nobel Prize in Literature judges have come to our China!"

"How do these two look like black and white evil spirits, one black and one white, just right?!"

"Formal occasion, don't pull CP! They are international friends, let’s not scare others!"

"Sigh, strange, why don't they enter the venue?!"

"Yeah, why are they all stopped at the door, are they waiting for someone?!"

……

More and more users in the live broadcast room had noticed the abnormality at the door.

They saw the two foreign friends standing at the gate at this time, without any intention of entering the door.

President Xiao Ren was also a bit confused, and his face was still polite.

"Please come in, both of you?"

The tone that should have been a declarative sentence was used as an interrogative sentence at this moment.

And as soon as this was said, they saw the black-skinned Jackson reveal white teeth and laughed heartily.

"Wait a moment, someone is still on the way."

Is there anyone who hasn't arrived yet?!

The people of the Chinese Writers Association couldn't help but be a bit dumbfounded, and even the netizens in the live broadcast room were confused.

Who has such a big status?!

And let the Nobel Prize in Literature judges and the Chinese Writers Association wait for a group of people?!

Elsewhere, Ye Xuan was pacing at an intersection, muttering to himself.

"Where on earth is this International Cultural Exchange Center?"

That’s right, Ye Xuan had also come to the capital.

This story goes back to a week ago.

Alya, who had previously notified him of his Nobel Prize in Literature nomination, had called again.

"Two judges from the Nobel Prize in Literature committee are coming to China in person. Pig-farming Master, are you... willing to show your face?"

Hearing this news, Ye Xuan was also taken aback.

Ye Xuan naturally didn't doubt the authenticity of Alya's words.

After learning from a private message on his blog that it was Alya who translated *The Old Man and the Sea* and *One Hundred Years of Solitude*, the two had exchanged contact information.

Since then, Alya had volunteered to be responsible for all the first-hand news from the Nobel Prize in Literature committee on the foreign internet.

Ye Xuan could understand the uncertainty in Alya's tone right now.

His current identity, both domestically and abroad, remained a mystery.

No one knew that the author who created two works nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature, the Pig-farming Master,

was actually Ye Xuan, a washed-up minor celebrity who had already retired from the industry!

Now, seeing that the Nobel Prize in Literature judges had come to China in person, Ye Xuan didn't intend to keep hiding.

Everything was ready; he just needed this final push.

Having readily exchanged contact information through Alya, Ye Xuan had already contacted one of the judges, Jackson, in advance.

Thinking back to the moment he first added Jackson on WeChat, and that string of worshipful messages, Ye Xuan still felt a bit of a chill.

Is this really a professional judge for the Nobel Prize in Literature?!

Are they sure they aren't some fanatical celebrity stalker?!

Fortunately, this judge named Jackson still retained a shred of sanity and hadn't forgotten to send him the meeting address.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was following that address.

Only, he hadn't expected the taxi driver to take the wrong turn and end up at a different International Cultural Exchange Center.

Coupled with the traffic, Ye Xuan simply got out of the car and followed the navigation on foot.

He had just sent a message to Jackson saying he might be a little late.

After walking for a few more minutes, seeing the red carpet covering the ground leading to the high-ceilinged foyer and the incredibly grand entrance, Ye Xuan let out a soft breath.

"Finally here."

But just as Ye Xuan lifted his leg to enter, he was immediately stopped by a security guard at the side.

"The venue is hosting an international-level cultural exchange; unauthorized personnel are not allowed inside."

This strict?!

Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He lowered his head, tapped his finger, and sent a message.

Meanwhile, the entrance had long been staked out by major media outlets.

Seeing Ye Xuan suddenly appear at the door, the major media outlets also had a series of question marks pop up.

Who is this person?!

Did they go to the wrong place?

The live broadcast used multiple camera angles, and the camera at the entrance also swept over the young man in front of them.

It was clearly a solemn and dignified venue, with everyone present wearing suits and ties, dressed to the nines.

Yet, Ye Xuan stood at the venue entrance wearing a dark blue casual outfit and a pair of sneakers.

For a moment, the style looked completely out of place.

This abrupt and strange style also caught the attention of the netizens in the live stream.

"Did this guy go to the wrong place?"

"A massive intrusion on the scene!"

"The judges won't enter in front, and some random person is intruding in the back. The summary: a total mess!"

"To the person above, I strongly disagreed when you retired from the literary scene back then..."

"To the person above the person above, are you a brother or a sister? Your literary attainments are so profound?!"

"I'm uncultured, I just want to say, I have the same casual outfit..."

Just as the netizens were joking around, a sharp-eyed netizen suddenly shouted in the live stream.

"Wait?! Is this... isn't this Ye Xuan?!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The screen full of comments paused for a moment, as if trying to remember who Ye Xuan was, and then surged like a flood.

"Holy crap! Ye Xuan??!"

"My mouthpiece, he finally appeared!"