Upon hearing Xiao Yunhai's words, Zhang Xuanlin's face immediately flushed red. He said, "Mr. Xiao, you flatter me. Back then, I thought of you as an ignorant businessman and artist. Later, when I saw your three works, I realized that my eyes were failing me. Hehe, I'm ashamed. "
"Old Zhang, what made you feel ashamed?" The person who came was Wang Huatao, who was with Zhang Xuanlin.
Zhang Xuanlin said, "What else could it be? Of course, it's Mr. Xiao's works. Do you think you can compare to him? "
Wang Huatao smiled bitterly. "I can't compare to him. Especially that 'A Madman's Diary'. It was as sharp as a knife. I was sweating profusely when I read it. "
Xiao Yunhai quickly said, "Mr. Wang, you flatter me."
The three of them put aside their grudges and stood together to chat.
Wang Xichen, who was beside them, felt a little awkward. They were talking about the future development of Hua Xia literature, and he couldn't get a word in edgewise.
This made Wang Xichen, who already had some opinions about Xiao Yunhai, feel even more dissatisfied.
Xiao Yunhai naturally didn't care about Wang Xichen's thoughts.
"Teachers, don't you think that the development of Hua Xia literature has reached a bottleneck? Although everyone still values it, there are fewer and fewer good works. It seems like there's no future. "
Upon hearing Xiao Yunhai's words, Wang Xichen finally had a chance to interrupt. He said, "Mr. Xiao, aren't you being too pessimistic? In my opinion, it's a literary age where a hundred schools of thought are contending and a hundred flowers are blooming. How can there be no future? "
Xiao Yunhai shook his head and said, "Mr. Wang, you're only looking at the surface. The reason it gives people this illusion is because of the false prosperity caused by the emergence of online works. Let's just talk about this award ceremony. Did you notice that other than you and me, there are only two people under the age of 40 who are nominated? The others are all above 40. This phenomenon is very bad. "
Zhang Xuanlin said, "Mr. Xiao is right. I've also been worried about the development of Hua Xia literature. The reason why I strongly oppose online fast food culture is because I am worried that it will poison the next generation. Those works can be said to have no literary value. Unfortunately, I have no way to make readers pay attention to our traditional literature. "
Xiao Yunhai smiled and said, "This is the effect of publicity. Teacher Zhang, I can tell you a method that can achieve instant results. "
Zhang Xuanlin's eyes lit up. "Mr. Xiao, please tell me."
Xiao Yunhai said confidently, "The reason why online literature can be so popular so quickly is that it has a low threshold. Anyone can write about it. More importantly, it can bring rich income to those online writers. If his book became popular, he would be able to support them for the rest of their lives. If that's the case, why don't we use their method? If they can become traditional writers, they can still bring in a generous amount of income. How many famous writers do you think will emerge from Hua Xia? "
"In view of this, I want to organize a literary competition for young writers under the age of 35 in Hua Xia every year. There will be four grand prizes for each literary form: first prize, second prize, third prize, and excellence prize. One first prize will be awarded five million Hua Xia dollars. Three second prizes will be awarded two million each. Six third prizes will be awarded one million each. The excellence prize will be awarded 100,000 each for fifty to a hundred people. I believe that this way, it will definitely attract a lot of people to participate. Our traditional literature will naturally have a successor. "
Zhang Xuanlin was shocked and said, "Mr. Xiao, according to your method, you will have to pay 150 million Hua Xia dollars every year for this competition. You … "
Xiao Yunhai chuckled and said, "You forgot that I am the richest man in the world. I don't even care about one billion or eight hundred million, let alone this little bit of money. This can be considered my contribution to the development of Hua Xia literature. However, I have to tell you in advance that the money is not a problem, but the competition will be organized and reviewed by our Hua Xia literature association. I'm afraid this will be a lot of work. "
"This is a small matter. We have the help of tens of thousands of students from the literature departments of various universities, so there won't be any problems. Mr. Xiao, I am extremely grateful that you are so generous. I thank you on behalf of the literature association. "
After saying that, Zhang Xuanlin actually wanted to bow to Xiao Yunhai. This scared Xiao Yunhai so much that he quickly held his shoulder and said, "Teacher Zhang, please don't do that. I can't stand it."
When the authors who were chatting in the venue saw this scene, they all looked over. Their surprise was beyond words.
"What's going on? Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Why would Teacher Zhang bow to Mr. Xiao? "
"I must be hallucinating. This is too illogical."
"What is the reason for Teacher Zhang to do this?"
Everyone was whispering to each other.
Naturally, the reporters would not let go of this scene. Their cameras lit up with a crackling sound.
All along, the Hua Xia literature association's award ceremony had been highly valued by the country. Every year, leaders from the Ministry of Culture and the Ministry of Education would attend it. It was also broadcasted live on CCTV's Science and Education Channel.
This time, it was the Minister of Culture, Liang Qianqiu, and the Deputy Minister of Education, Fu Lianping.
When the two of them walked into the venue, they saw Zhang Xuanlin bowing to Xiao Yunhai. They immediately stopped in their tracks and looked at each other. They could see the surprise in each other's eyes.
Fu Lianping used to be Zhang Xuanlin's student, so he knew his temper very well. He said, "It looks like Mr. Xiao Yunhai must have done something very beneficial to the Hua Xia literary scene. Otherwise, Teacher would definitely not have done this."
Liang Qianqiu said, "Let's go over and ask them what's going on."
The two of them went forward and greeted Zhang Xuanlin and Wang Huatao. After exchanging some pleasantries, they asked about what had just happened.
When he heard that Xiao Yunhai was going to organize a Hua Xia literature competition every year, Liang Qianqiu smiled and said, "Teacher Zhang, you don't have to thank him too much. This kid has so much money that he can't spend it all. Let alone 100 million, even if it's 10 billion a year, he can still fork out that amount. "
Xiao Yunhai gave a wry smile and said, "Uncle Liang, you don't mean anything by that. No matter what, I'm still contributing to the development of our Hua Xia literature. Why does it sound so different when it comes to you? It's as if I'm begging you all to help me spend money. "
"Hahaha."
When everyone heard that, they couldn't help but laugh.
At 8 PM sharp, the gala officially began.
The two hosts walked onto the stage and gave an opening speech. They said, "In the past four years, our Hua Xia literature has been developing vigorously. A large number of outstanding writers have emerged. Next, we will begin the award ceremony. The first award is the Best Novel Award. A total of 32 works have been nominated. After being judged by more than 300 literary experts, the third prize winners are Teacher Wang Yuzhi's' Collection of Spring Rain ', Teacher Lang Yudong's' Flying South Poetry Collection ', and Chen Yadong's' Unforgettable Stories Collection '. Teachers, please come on stage to receive your awards. "
Amidst the applause and cheers of the crowd, the three of them went on stage to receive their awards. Then, each of them gave a serious speech before walking off the stage.
Although Xiao Yunhai was clapping along with everyone, he was feeling very bored.
"It's no wonder the viewership ratings of the previous Hua Xia literature awards ceremonies are so low. There's no humor or good program. It would be strange if the viewership ratings were high. "
Just as Xiao Yunhai was lampooning in his heart, Wang Xichen, who was beside him, had won first place for the Best Novel Award with her "Town and Country".
Her acceptance speech was equally boring. It made Xiao Yunhai feel a little sleepy.
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