Chapter 33: Ye Xuan arrives? The excitement of the Nobel Prize in Literature judges!

On the other side, 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 arrived in the capital.

This matter has to be traced back to a week ago.

Aier Ya, who had previously notified him that he had been nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature, had called again.

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

Hearing this news, Ye Xuan was also taken aback.

Ye Xuan naturally did not doubt the authenticity of Aier Ya's words.

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

Since then, the first-hand news from the Nobel Prize in Literature committee on the foreign internet had all been handled by Aier Ya, who had volunteered for the task.

Ye Xuan could understand the uncertainty in Aier Ya'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 Big Shot,"

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; all that was missing was this "east wind."

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

Recalling the scene when he first added Jackson on WeChat, and that string of worshipful words, Ye Xuan still felt a bit of a chill.

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

Is he really not some fanatical celebrity stalker?!

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

At this moment, Ye Xuan was searching for the location according to that address.

It's just that he hadn't expected the taxi driver to take the wrong route and drive to a different International Cultural Exchange Center.

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

He had just specifically 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 imposing gate, 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 on the side.

"The hall is hosting an international-level cultural exchange; unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter."

So strict?!

Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lowering his head, he tapped his finger lightly and sent a message.

……

At the same time, the entrance was already being guarded by major media outlets.

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

Who is this person?!

Did he go to the wrong place?

This live broadcast used multi-angle coverage, and the camera at the entrance also swept over the young man in front of them.

It was clearly a solemn and dignified venue, and everyone present was wearing suits and ties, dressed in their finest.

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

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

The abrupt and strange style also caught the attention of the netizens in the live broadcast room.

"Did this guy go to the wrong place?"

"A massive intrusion scene!"

"Judges not entering in the front, idlers intruding in the back. Horizontal scroll: A total mess!"

"To the one above, when you retired from the literary world, I was the one who disagreed with both hands..."

"To the one above the one above, are you a brother or a sister, with such profound literary attainments?!"

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

Just as the netizens were teasing the atmosphere, a sharp-eyed netizen suddenly shouted in the live broadcast room.

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

One stone stirred up a thousand waves.

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

"Holy crap, holy crap! Ye Xuan??!"

"My mouthpiece, he finally appeared!" **Chapter 36**