Chapter 506

Just as netizens continued to discuss Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, many writers in the literary circle gradually became restless.

As the calendar was torn page by page and time passed day by day, more and more writers began to pay attention to the upcoming August.

The reason is very simple.

The Mao Dun Literature Prize, which is held every four years, is about to announce the winners.

This is a grand event in the Chinese literary world.

As the highest award in Chinese literature and the highest monument in Chinese literature, which writer doesn't want to win this honor?!

Although the prize money for the Mao Dun Literature Prize is as high as 500,000, it is indeed a considerable reward for a group of writers.

But for many writers, money is secondary; the most critical thing is fame.

Being able to win the Mao Dun Literature Prize means ranking among the top writers in China.

Even if you don't win, being shortlisted for the nomination list is also a recognition of the author and their work.

Not to mention the awards ceremony of the Mao Dun Literature Prize, which is a grand scene where literary giants and literary masters from the entire literary world will attend.

If you can get to know any of the big shots, or even get guidance from one or two of them, that's a huge profit.

However, just as the writers were looking forward to the Mao Dun Literature Prize, the award committee of the Mao Dun Literature Prize was shrouded in a layer of clouds at this moment.

"Old Yu is sick and can't come?!"

Xiao Ren, the president of the China Writers Association, is also a member of this award committee.

Hearing that the originally scheduled award presenter, Old Yu, was hospitalized due to illness, Xiao Ren's brows immediately locked.

As the highest honor award for mainstream Chinese literature, the identity of the award presenter for the Mao Dun Literature Prize is also very cautious.

Qualifications, seniority, and achievements are all indispensable.

In this way, it is often necessary to invite literary giants to hold the scene.

But there are only a handful of people in the entire China who can be called literary giants.

Several of them are already nearly a hundred years old and are becoming more and more reclusive now.

Only Old Yu is still physically strong and still active on the front line of the literary world.

But unexpectedly, it happened that Old Yu was sick, so the originally scheduled award presenter had to be changed temporarily.

Other judges who were also in the conference room were already frowning one by one.

"As for this award presenter, they must be both virtuous and artistic; besides Old Yu, where can we find another suitable one?!"

"Yes, it will be announced next week..."

Just when everyone was at a loss, the eyes of Xiao Ren, the president of the Writers Association, unconsciously fixed on the bookshelf in the conference room.

The bookshelf was full of good books that had appeared recently.

"The Three-Body Problem," "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes"...

As his eyes touched the author's name, which he couldn't be more familiar with, the tense facial expression of Xiao Ren, the president of the Writers Association, suddenly relaxed, and his eyes lit up.

Slapping his thigh, Xiao Ren sprang up from his original position and blurted out:

"Why don't we just invite Mr. Ye?!"

Once the words were spoken, the other judges in the conference room were also stunned.

When they reacted, the other judges looked at each other, and their stunned eyes suddenly turned into surprise.

"Yes, why didn't I think of that!"

"Yes, if Mr. Ye Xuan, the Nobel Prize winner in literature, can come to be the award presenter, who would dare to say they are unconvinced?!"

"Teacher Ye is simply the most suitable!"

Amidst the excited chatter, all the judges unanimously passed the election of Ye Xuan as the award presenter.

And the heavy responsibility of inviting Ye Xuan naturally fell on Xiao Ren, the president of the Writers Association, who had been in contact with Ye Xuan before.

When Xiao Ren, the president of the Writers Association, excitedly called Ye Xuan, he heard a relaxed and leisurely voice on the phone.

"Hello?! President Xiao?!"

Hearing Ye Xuan's slightly familiar voice, the smile on the corner of Xiao Ren's mouth widened.

"Mr. Ye, long time no see. As soon as I hear your voice, I know you are in good spirits..."