Chapter 31: Nobel Prize in Literature judges come to China!

"China?! Jackson, I have to doubt your vision."

The speaker was Allen from the Maple Leaf country, also as one of the five-member group of the final selection committee.

When mentioning China in his words, he showed even more sneering intent.

The meaning in his words clearly questioned Jackson's ability to identify works.

After all, no works from China had ever been nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature before, so naturally, no works had ever reached the final selection stage.

Jackson was not angered by Allen's words, but instead introduced these two books seriously.

"These two books are the best books I have ever read so far..."

Following Jackson's introduction, the judging group in front also followed along to read.

For a moment, the conference room fell into silence, with only the sound of water cups being picked up and put down.

After a long time, one of the white-haired old men, who was also the most senior judge, suddenly spoke.

"I give up my original recommendation, I support Jackson."

"Me too." Another judge with thin cheeks expressed the same.

"And me." The blonde and blue-eyed judge who hadn't spoken also added.

Watching that four out of the five judges had agreed, plus Jackson's own words, five votes had already been obtained.

But the selection requirements for the Nobel Prize in Literature must be passed by all members.

At this moment, Jackson's gaze looked at Allen, who had opposed it at the beginning.

Allen's eyes were also flashing with shock. He never expected that China could produce such excellent works.

His face was filled with embarrassment, and he still had the stubbornness of a dead duck.

"These two books are good, but..."

He wanted to pick out the shortcomings of these two books, but he couldn't spit out a single word.

Seemingly thinking of something, his eyes lit up, and he spoke suddenly.

"These two books mention that Chinese civilization is the source of world civilization, simply not putting us in their eyes, our Western culture is the most advanced..."

As soon as this was said, even Jackson on the side showed hesitation.

Indeed, if it was admitted that Chinese civilization was the source of civilization, wouldn't it be admitting that Western civilization also came from Chinese civilization, naturally being inferior?!

The conference room was rarely silent.

Watching the atmosphere fall into a stalemate for a moment, the most senior white-haired judge suddenly spoke.

"In that case, Allen and Jackson, you two go to China in person.

If the author agrees to modify this content, it is understandable to award him the Nobel Prize in Literature this time."

The words behind were not finished, but everyone understood.

The book was indeed a good book.

But if he insisted that China was the source of civilization, it would be something the entire judging committee needed to hesitate about.

……

Chinese Writers Association.

Xiao Ren, the president of the Writers Association, also added 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' and 'The Old Man and the Sea' to his purchase link. Just after putting away his phone, he saw the vice president Yu Fu, who had a chubby figure, come in happily.

"President, good news, good news!

Two judges of the Nobel Prize in Literature are coming to China for cultural exchange in a week!

The task of reception has been handed over to us by the superiors, and it will also be reported uniformly by CCTV..."

The eyes of Xiao Ren, the president of the Writers Association, lit up instantly.

Nobel Prize in Literature judges coming to China?!

This was the largest-level and largest-scale international cultural exchange project in the history of the Writers Association!

"Handle it well! Must handle it grandly!"

Following this arrangement, the entire Writers Association was busy up and down.

These were Nobel Prize in Literature judges!

If one could show their face in front of the judges and be mentioned a few words, perhaps their own works would have a chance to be nominated.

Cultural people care most about face, who doesn't hope that they can be nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature?!

A week later, International Cultural Exchange Center.

Under the arrangement of the Chinese Writers Association, a red carpet 100 meters long had already been laid from the venue to the gate.

Red flags were hung high, and the roadside was full of flowers.

Major media practitioners gathered together, and one by one they were already holding long guns and short cannons, ready to go.

This was the first time Nobel Prize in Literature judges had visited China.

It was even an important breakthrough for Chinese literature to "go out" and "bring in"!

"Are they here?"

President Xiao Ren checked his attire again, for fear of any mistakes.

Vice President Yu Fu, who was also wearing a formal suit, looked at his watch, and there was still fine sweat on his forehead. ===== CHAPTER 34 =====