Chapter 22

Finally, Ye Xuan refused the Nobel Prize in Literature, and everyone needed oxygen tanks to gasp again!

Even the major media outlets, which are always the most particular about timeliness, couldn't take it anymore.

Ye Xuan, can you act like a human?!

Can you give everyone some buffer time?!

Although they thought so in their hearts, the actions of the major media outlets were not slow at all.

[UC: The story of the man who refused the Nobel Prize in Literature that you must know!]

[Phoenix: The only slap in the face in the hundred years of the Nobel Prize in Literature!]

[Sohu: Ye Xuan, the washed-up celebrity who refused the Nobel Prize in Literature!]

[Baidu: Pig-farming Master's true identity exposed?! It's actually Ye Xuan!]

[The Paper: From Nobel nomination to winning, the one who defeated countless literary giants is actually a retired minor celebrity?!]

After one official news account after another published articles, the discussion about Ye Xuan rose linearly.

At this moment, the search rate for the two words "Ye Xuan" climbed rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it occupied the first place in the popularity index of major keywords.

It even threw the popularity related to a certain big star's divorce far behind.

For a moment, everyone was discussing the big event of Ye Xuan refusing the Nobel Prize in Literature.

In an antique room.

"Nonsense! The Nobel Prize is a major event for the country's cultural world, how can it be refused by a mere child?!"

A middle-aged man of about forty, with a natural air of majesty in his brows, saw this scene in front of the TV, and his brows couldn't help but knit together.

The middle-aged man is Wang Shen, President of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and is the backbone of the academic world.

The tone at this time was clearly filled with anger.

This is the Nobel Prize in Literature!

To put it lightly, it is the supreme honor in the highest hall in the hearts of countless scholars.

To put it deeply, it is an important step for Chinese literature to officially enter the world literary scene!

How could it be refused just like that by a hairy kid?!

Just then, an elderly voice suddenly sounded.

"Little Wang, you don't see as clearly as he does."

An old man wearing a black Tang suit, nearly seventy years old, but with bright eyes and no sign of old age, walked over slowly.

As soon as the voice came out, the middle-aged man called Little Wang didn't show any dissatisfaction, and immediately bowed, clearly showing immense respect for the old man.

You know, the old man is Zhang Lao, a literary giant in the Chinese literary world, a big shot who really makes the literary world tremble when he stomps his feet.

But the middle-aged man still showed confusion.

"Zhang Lao?!"

Clearly asking why Zhang Lao came to such a conclusion.

Seeing the disobedience in the middle-aged man's eyes, and thinking of the phone calls and text messages that were so excited about the Nobel Prize in Literature just now, Zhang Lao sighed.

"Do you remember the content that the two Nobel judges asked this kid to modify?!"

"Naturally I remember, they asked to remove that Chinese civilization is the source of world civilization..."

Halfway through the sentence, the middle-aged man's words got stuck in his throat, clearly realizing something.

Zhang Lao stood in front of the spread-out rice paper, waving his brush, his voice slow and steady.

"The Nobel judges are clearly attacking the advancement of Chinese civilization and elevating the superiority of Western civilization."

"But the more they do this, doesn't it prove how guilty they are?"

As the voice fell, he just happened to drop the last stroke.

Chinese Culture.

The four big characters, the brushwork is heavy, and the momentum is magnificent.

Even those who don't understand calligraphy can't help but clap and praise.

Zhang Lao's deep tone, like the bell of a temple, dispelled the fog in the middle-aged man's heart.

Yes.

Why modify the words that Chinese civilization is the source of world civilization?!

It is precisely because of Chinese culture that there is today's powerful Eastern power.

Chinese culture is the temple where all Chinese people bathe their spirits, how can it be modified by others in a few words?

Through five thousand years of wind and rain, Chinese civilization still stands tall!

Perhaps it was once questioned, perhaps it was once destroyed.

But it is still it, unburned and inextinguishable!

Time and time again, it is reborn from the fire, time and time again, it reappears in a prairie fire!

His eyes regained clarity, and the middle-aged man turned his head to look at the TV again, just in time to see Ye Xuan's departing figure.

"You are right, I am not as good as him."

Ye Xuan swept across major popular platforms with unprecedented popularity.

Opening Weibo, Douyin, Baidu, and other major platforms, the hot search list was completely dominated by Ye Xuan's news.

"Pig-farming Master is Ye Xuan," "Ye Xuan wins Nobel Prize," "Ye Xuan refuses Nobel Prize"...

Any piece of news was enough to tightly grab the attention of netizens.

Ye Xuan's Weibo followers climbed rapidly from the original four or five million in just one day.

1:00 PM, 8.03 million...

4:00 PM, 10.31 million...

9:00 PM, 15.68 million...

12:00 AM, 24.87 million!

That night, Ye Xuan's Weibo follower count stunned countless people.

Twenty million followers in one day!

This simply broke the record for the fastest follower growth on Weibo!

The fastest in the past was only eight million in one day for a certain big entertainment star, and the current record was completely broken by Ye Xuan at a speed of nearly double that!

Countless people started sending private messages to Ye Xuan, wanting to ask what was going on...

But Ye Xuan, the person involved, had long since closed the major platforms and was already on his way home.

Although his identity was exposed, as soon as Ye Xuan returned to his hometown, he was as busy as usual.

Busy with what?

Of course, busy inspecting his own pig farm!

How could such a large family business be neglected?!

"Xiao Bian, eating quite happily, huh? Oh, you still want to grab food from Hua Hua, take it easy..."

"Kun Kun, you are simply weak, you don't eat as much as A Chun..."

Glancing at the pigsty, Ye Xuan teased his own fat pigs.

That's right.

After several months of farming, the original piglets were now fat and strong.

The fat all over their bodies looked a bit intimidating.

Ye Xuan nodded repeatedly, very satisfied.

His title as a little pig-farming expert was indeed not called for nothing.

Just as Ye Xuan was pondering whether these pigs could be weighed and prepared for sale, a shout with a heavy local accent suddenly came.

"Ye Xuan..."

Following the sound, he found that it was the village chief who had come.

Although the village chief was over sixty, he had worked in the fields often, so his steps were vigorous, and there was no sign of hunching.

However, the most prominent thing was the village chief's bald hairstyle, which made Ye Xuan instinctively pay a few more glances.