Chapter 35: Could it be that these two books were written by Ye Xuan?

"What's the situation?"

"I can't hold it anymore! What on earth is going on?!"

"Look! That black judge's hand is like it's glued with 502, stuck firmly to Ye Xuan's hand!"

"And that white judge, who was so reserved he didn't even shake the hands of the president and vice president, has now reached out his hand?!"

"I'm so shocked that the popsicle in my hand fell!"

At this moment, the bullet comments of countless netizens simply voiced the inner thoughts of Xiao Ren, the president of the Writers Association, and Yu Fu, the vice president.

Can't someone in the know tell them?!

A young staff member of the Writers Association seemed to have realized something and quickly leaned into their ears.

"His name is Ye Xuan; he seems to be a retired artist who has filmed some works before..."

As soon as this was said, the president and vice president, who were both nearly fifty, dragged out their voices at the same time.

"Oh!"

So that's how it is.

But after the "oh," an even greater doubt appeared before them.

Could it be that these two Nobel judges are interested in Ye Xuan's works?

So the two Nobel judges specifically invited Ye Xuan over?!

For a moment, this was the only guess left in President Xiao Ren's heart.

Exchanging a glance with Vice President Yu Fu, the gleam in their eyes could not be hidden by their thick lenses.

It seems that must be it.

That's right.

Cultural aesthetics differ between China and the West.

Although this washed-up minor celebrity's works aren't popular domestically, maybe someone abroad likes them!

The two judges must have taken a fancy to this 18th-tier minor celebrity's works and invited him over while they were at it.

Having self-convinced himself of the reason for the two Nobel judges, after all, the judges' status is significant, so adding a minor celebrity is fine, President Xiao Ren comforted himself.

And the next moment, President Xiao Ren hurriedly reached out his hand, bowing and scraping.

"Mr. Jackson, Mr. Allen, shall we enter the venue first?"

As soon as the voice came out, it also brought Jackson, who was still immersed in the excitement of meeting Ye Xuan, back to reality.

At this moment, everyone saw Jackson perform a gentleman's bow, which was clearly incredibly grand in the Western world.

Reaching out to gesture, he invited Ye Xuan to go first.

And Allen, beside him, did the same, taking a half-step back and following behind Ye Xuan.

After all, in the eyes of the two judges, transcending nationality and race, Ye Xuan's works were completely worthy of such treatment.

*The Old Man and the Sea* and *One Hundred Years of Solitude* are absolutely cross-century masterpieces!

These two books could absolutely push Ye Xuan to the pinnacle of the world's literary scene!

Even achieving epic-level immortality in literature!

The two even dared to guarantee that in the coming century, it would be difficult for a better author than Ye Xuan to appear.

Even within a hundred years, I'm afraid there will never be a better work than these two books!

In other words, Ye Xuan is already an existence in the literary world that can be called invincible!

Without an opponent, how lonely that must be?!

Even if Jackson and Allen were still a bit hesitant about the point in the book that China is the source of civilization, it did not affect the status of these two books in their hearts at all!

At this moment, they bowed to Ye Xuan.

Completely willing and convinced!

But this scene, falling into the eyes of others, appeared greatly shocking.

Xiao Ren, the president of the Writers Association, and Yu Fu, the vice president, looked at each other, their eyes wide open.

Isn't this Ye Xuan just an 18th-tier minor celebrity?!

Why even use the grandest bowing ceremony?

Do foreigners chase stars so fanatically?!

Even the two dignified Nobel judges are no exception?!

Just as the two presidents were stunned, the netizens in the live broadcast room were also incredibly dumbfounded. **Chapter 38**