Chapter 508

On the other side, since agreeing to Xiao Ren, the president of the Writers Association, to attend the awards ceremony, seeing that there was only one week left before the ceremony, Ye Xuan soon set off.

The awards ceremony of the Mao Dun Literature Prize was set in the hometown of Mr. Mao Dun, which is Wuzhen, Tongxiang, Zhejiang Province.

Stone bridges reflected on the water, pavilions lined up, ancient ginkgo trees stood tall, and the residential alleys of Wuzhen were full of unique charm everywhere.

At this moment, the most frequent place for people to come and go is the Zhaoming Academy located in Xizha.

For the sake of the sentence "The Tang Dynasty ginkgo is still there, and the Zhaoming study is faint" in Mao Dun's writing, the local area specially rebuilt the Zhaoming Academy as the venue for this Mao Dun Literature Prize awards ceremony.

With the countdown to the awards ceremony, more and more writers arrived in Wuzhen, the town of small bridges.

As one of the nominated writers for this Mao Dun Literature Prize, writer Chi Jian wandered around as soon as he arrived in Wuzhen.

Hearing the unintentional words of the Writers Association staff, Chi Jian looked regretful and subconsciously sighed.

"Old Yu can't come?!"

Just when Chi Jian asked who the new award presenter was, he saw the staff's eyes light up, but seemed to think of something, suddenly covering his mouth, waving his hand, and shaking his head.

"You'll know when the time comes."

When the time comes?!

Chi Jian looked suspicious, but he already had his own guess in his heart.

If Old Yu can't come, according to seniority and generation, I'm afraid the president of the Writers Association came out in person, right?!

The status of the president of the Writers Association is naturally not low, but from Old Yu

This is really a gap!

At this time, there are not a few writers who think like him.

"Old Yu can't come?!"

"The Writers Association still refuses to say who the new award presenter is?! It seems that they can't compare to Old Yu?"

"Of course, who can compare to Old Yu's status?!"

Everyone's discussion all expressed their admiration and respect for Old Yu.

As the first winner of the Mao Dun Literature Prize, Old Yu is a big name in the entire Chinese literary world.

In China, his reputation had long reached its peak.

Abroad, he has been fighting for major international literary awards with his works for years.

Best Foreign Language Work of the Yasnaya Polyana Literary Prize in Russia.

Best Foreign Language Work of the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in the United States.

Best Foreign Language Novel of the Booker Prize in the UK...

When Chinese literature was not recognized by world literature, it was Old Yu who brought his works to let countless foreigners see for the first time what Chinese works are.

As a literary giant in the Chinese literary circle, Old Yu was also evaluated by the China Daily as "one of the greatest writers."

This is definitely a literary giant whose name will go down in history!

Many writers came here by name, hoping to get to know Old Yu.

Now hearing that Old Yu could not attend, the writers showed disappointment one after another.

It's a pity.

At this moment, as writers arrived in Wuzhen, the vast number of reader fans also followed, suddenly bringing more atmosphere to the small city of Wuzhen.

"Fortunately, it's not Golden Week, otherwise Wuzhen would be crowded to death!"

"I like Chi Jian the most, and I don't know if he can win this Mao Dun Literature Prize!"

"I'm looking forward to this little old man Old Yu; I can't stop laughing every time I hear him speak!"

"Haven't you heard? Old Yu seems to be unable to come this time, and the award presenter has been changed!"

"What?! Then isn't the flower I brought for Old Yu wasted?!"

As more and more figures appeared in Wuzhen, the awards ceremony finally started under everyone's expectations.

The open-air square of Zhaoming Academy had already been paved with a red carpet, and at the end of the red carpet was the ancient archway engraved with "Giant Town Literary Star."

The giant color spray hung down, and the soft lights reflected the stars in the sky; the whole scene looked both solemn and enthusiastic.

At this moment, more than 500 people, including nominated writers, judge representatives, and writers, critics, reader representatives, and media reporters from all over the country, had all taken their seats, and their eyes turned to the host on the stage.

At the same time, the official live broadcast room of the awards ceremony was also opened.

Large waves of readers who could not come to the scene also poured in like a tide.

"Here, here! Come to cheer everyone up!"

"So nervous, so nervous, I don't know who the award-winning guest is this time?!"

"Chi Jian, if you don't win the award, it's unreasonable! If you don't win the award, I will broadcast breaking a big stone on my chest!"

"Upstairs, get out! The winner must be our Li Er, Li Er, Li Er..."

"Why is the president of the Writers Association so wordy?! Haven't finished introducing yet?!"

Xiao Ren, the president of the Writers Association, who was complained about being wordy, had already introduced the big guests sitting in the first row.

However, as he introduced, fine sweat broke out on the forehead of the president of the Writers Association.

Why hasn't Mr. Ye come yet?!

This is the finale character invited.