Over the next few days, Xiao Yunhai was either at home or at Dream Special Effects Imaging Company doing post-production for Prison Break.
Just as it was about to be completed, Xiao Yunhai received a call from an unfamiliar woman.
"Mr. Xiao, hello. I'm Wang Xiaoyun, the secretary of the Hua Xia Literature Association."
Xiao Yunhai was taken aback as he said, "Hello, Miss Wang. What's the matter?"
Wang Xiaoyun said, "Mr. Xiao, in a week's time, it will be the quadrennial Literature Awards Ceremony hosted by our Literature Association. Your 'Young Hua Xia', 'A Madman's Diary', and 'The Song of the Stormy Petrel' have all been nominated for the corresponding awards. Please come to the Literature Association's auditorium for the award ceremony on October 16th. In a while, we will send you an invitation. "
Xiao Yunhai was very familiar with this Literature Awards Ceremony.
When Xiao Yunhai was ten years old, Xiao Changfeng wrote an essay and won the second prize for the best essay. Xiao Changfeng was so happy that he often talked about his great achievement when educating him.
To a writer, being able to win an award at a Literature Awards Ceremony was definitely an honor that they could only dream of.
This was because these awards represented the highest honor in Hua Xia literature. It was held every four years, and the judges were not only the members of the Literature Association, but also more than a hundred literary masters from various universities. After winning an award, not only would the writer gain fame and fortune, but his work might even be passed down to future generations. This was a huge temptation to anyone.
There were not many categories for the Literature Awards Ceremony. It only included the Best Novel, Best Story, Best Poem, Best Essay, and Best Drama Award. Each award was further divided into first, second, and third prizes. Among them, there would only be one first place for each award. Furthermore, that first place would be taken overseas to compete for the Nobel Prize in Literature.
The three works that Xiao Yunhai plagiarized were all included in elementary and middle school textbooks, so it was naturally not a problem for him to be nominated. The award was basically set in stone. Hence, the organizing committee specially called him to make sure that Xiao Yunhai did not attend.
Xiao Yunhai said with a smile, "Alright, I'll definitely be there on time."
After the call, Xiao Yunhai immersed himself in the post-production of Prison Break.
That night, the Hua Xia Literature Association announced the works and writers that had been nominated for various awards. Among them, Xiao Yunhai's The Song of the Stormy Petrel had been nominated for the Best Prose Award, Diary of a Madman was nominated for the Best Novel Award, and Young Hua Xia was nominated for the Best Poem Award.
Of course, his opponents were also very strong, especially the 26-year-old genius writer Wang Xichen, whose pen name was Lingnan Sanren. He was also nominated for the Best Copyright Award, the Best Prose Award, and the Best Story Award. He could be called a genius among geniuses.
For such a person, Xiao Yunhai admired him very much. If this was in ancient times, this Wang Xichen would definitely be a genius, a literary star descending to the mortal world.
Zhao Wanqing clearly knew that her husband had been nominated for three major literary awards. She hugged Xiao Yunhai and kissed him again and again with a face full of excitement. She couldn't help but say, "Hubby, you're simply too amazing."
With a beauty throwing herself at him, Xiao Yunhai naturally didn't reject her. In a short while, Zhao Wanqing's clothes were stripped off by him.
After a round of lovemaking, Xiao Yunhai hugged Zhao Wanqing's delicate and smooth body and asked in puzzlement, "Honey, it's just an award ceremony. Why are you so excited?"
In the past, when Xiao Yunhai swept the Golden Goblet Awards with his plagiarized music and film works, Zhao Wanqing had never been so excited. But now, just being nominated for the Hua Xia Literature Award made Zhao Wanqing so excited. This left him very puzzled.
Zhao Wanqing said, "Hubby, be it the Golden Goblet Awards, the Academy Awards, or any other awards, they can at most make people feel honored for a moment. But the Hua Xia Literature Award is different. It's an award that can make you feel honored for a lifetime or even a few lifetimes. For example, Li Bai, Du Fu, and Su Shi, even after a thousand years, they can still shine. What did they rely on? Isn't it because of their works? After winning the Hua Xia Literature Award, your works might very well be like them and be immortalized. How can I not be excited? "
Xiao Yunhai rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Honey, are you stupid? My three works have been selected for the Hua Xia textbooks. Even if they don't award me, I can still be immortalized. "
Zhao Wanqing was stunned. Only then did she remember that her husband's works had already been selected for the students' textbooks.
When Xiao Yunhai saw Zhao Wanqing's adorable beauty, his lower half rebelled again. His two hands dishonestly caressed the towering peaks in front of her chest, and with lightning speed, he flipped onto the horse. Very quickly, the bedroom was once again filled with a flurry of activity.
Time flew, and October 16th arrived very quickly.
Xiao Yunhai wore a Haoyu suit and sat in a white extended Great Wall car. He arrived at the Hua Xia Literature Association.
When he returned to Hua Xia, Xiao Yunhai took the time to shoot an advertisement for Haoyu Apparel and Great Wall Car. According to the contract, as long as it was a formal occasion like this, Xiao Yunhai had to wear Haoyu's clothes and take Great Wall's car.
Of course, he didn't pay much attention to these external things. It was fine as long as he didn't embarrass himself.
Unlike the award ceremonies that Xiao Yunhai had attended in the past, the Hua Xia Literature Awards Ceremony didn't have a red carpet for authors to appear. There weren't many reporters at the entrance either. Basically, whoever came could go in. Most of the reporters were already in the auditorium.
Of course, because Xiao Yunhai was participating in this award ceremony, there were still dozens of reporters waiting outside.
Xiao Yunhai had just gotten out of the car when they surrounded him.
"Mr. Xiao, your three works have been nominated for the Hua Xia Literature Awards. How do you feel?"
"Mr. Xiao, how many awards do you think you can get?"
Xiao Yunhai waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry, everyone. It's almost time. I need to go in immediately. I'm really sorry. "
After saying that, Xiao Yunhai walked through the group of reporters.
"Sensationalism!"
After taking a few steps, Xiao Yunhai suddenly heard a disdainful voice from the side.
This voice was very soft, but Xiao Yunhai had sharp ears and eyes, so he still heard it.
He turned around and saw that the person who spoke was a young man of 23 or 24 years old. He had a baby face, a thin figure, and a strong aura.
Xiao Yunhai recognized him. This person was the young genius author, Wang Xichen.
His background was not simple. Like Xiao Yunhai, he came from a political family. His father was a provincial governor, and his grandfather was a deputy national leader.
Although his strength was far from the Xiao family's, overall, it was on the rise.
As the eldest son of the Wang family, Wang Xichen was overflowing with talent. Naturally, he was arrogant and unruly. Everyone could see the arrogance on his face.
He obviously didn't expect that his words would be heard by Xiao Yunhai. When he noticed that Xiao Yunhai was looking at him, he smiled slightly at Xiao Yunhai.
With Xiao Yunhai's current status, even his father and grandfather had to treat him with respect, let alone this Wang Xichen.
Xiao Yunhai naturally wouldn't lower himself to his level. He also smiled back.
The two of them didn't say a word and walked into the auditorium.
What surprised Xiao Yunhai was that he and Wang Xichen's seats were actually next to each other. This made Wang Xichen's expression change slightly, as if he was a little unhappy.
Xiao Yunhai laughed in his heart. Anyway, other than Zhang Xuanlin and Wang Huatao, I don't know anyone else. It's a good choice to sit with this Wang Xichen who said he was playing to the gallery.
After the two of them sat down, Xiao Yunhai reached out his hand first and said, "Mr. Wang, nice to meet you. It's a pleasure to meet a genius author like you."
Wang Xichen naturally wouldn't be rude in such an occasion. Moreover, Xiao Yunhai in front of him was much better than him in every aspect. He could say a few words in private, but if he didn't give him face in person, then it wouldn't do.
"Mr. Xiao, nice to meet you. I'm also very happy to meet you." Wang Xichen reached out his hand and shook Xiao Yunhai's hand.
Xiao Yunhai was about to tease him when an old voice came from behind him.
"Mr. Xiao, Xichen, long time no see."
Xiao Yunhai turned his head. The one who spoke was the Literature Association's president, Zhang Xuanlin, who had a conflict with him but later strongly promoted him.
Wang Xichen was clearly very familiar with him. He said, "Grandpa Zhang, I heard that you caught a cold a few days ago. Are you feeling better?"
Zhang Xuanlin waved his hand and smiled. "I'm fine. Sigh, time is unforgiving. When you're old, you have a lot of things to do. Mr. Xiao, it's our honor to have you grace our Literature Association with your presence. I hope you don't mind what happened last time. "
Xiao Yunhai chuckled and said, "Teacher Zhang, your words are too much for me. Speaking of which, I should pay you a visit and thank you for recommending my three works to the Ministry of Education. Your attitude towards literature, your bearing and demeanor as a person are all things that Yunhai looks up to. Anyway, if I were in your position, I would definitely not recommend a brat like me who offended you. "
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