Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 681: Getting Old (Part [-])
"I heard from some of them that you have won the French Order of Knights?" Wang Meng suddenly asked about the French Order of Letters and Arts.

Zhang nodded and said, "Well, this matter has been settled before, and it was only announced this time."

Hearing Zhang Zhong's words, Yu Dongyu smiled and said, "I said it's such a coincidence, the French side announced to award you the Knight Medal as soon as the nominations for the Wei Feng Award came out, so it seems that they specially took care of your time."

Liu Yuan looked at Zhuang Yu, "Didn't you also get a knighthood before?"

"I don't have such good treatment as Zhang Zhong. They said they awarded me a medal, but I just crawled over to receive it."

"Teacher Zhuang is too self-effacing." Zhang Zhong said.

"He is not self-effacing, but typical hypocrisy."

"Old Liu still understands me." Zhuang Yu also laughed at himself, "Actually, I wanted to be more reserved at the time, but after thinking about it later, this medal is of great benefit to me, maybe it can help me sell a few more books , let me earn more manuscript remuneration. As for me, as a human being, I want to maintain my lofty ideology and obtain substantial benefits at the same time, so it’s difficult.”

Wang Meng said with a smile, "There is no conflict between lofty ideas and real interests. I think you are mediocre."

"Old Wang was right. Later, when I thought about it, the entanglement before was indeed a mediocre mentality." Zhuang Yu said.

"If Zhang Zhong wins the Wei Feng Award this time, your record will have to be broken. How old were you when you won the Wei Feng Award?" Wang Yi, who had been silent all this time, said.

Zhuang Yu thought for a while and said, "Forty, I remember that I won the Pu Songling Award first. The year I won the Pu Songling Award, I was 38, and then I won the Wei Feng Award two years later, which happened to be 42 years old. The record, and if I didn't win the award that time, I missed the record."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Yu sighed, "It has been 16 years before I knew it. At that time, I still regarded myself as a young writer, and my temples turned white in a blink of an eye."

Wang Meng chuckled and said, "I haven't even made such an emotion yet, but you complained. When I was 40 years old, you boys didn't know where I was."

"Haha, I'm being hypocritical. But I'm not surprised that Zhang Chong can break my record. Even if you don't get it this time, there are still two chances in the future." Zhuang Yu laughed.

"I'm lucky if I get it, but my life is lost." Zhang Zhong said indifferently.

"You have a good mentality. If you were Liu Yuan, you might be scolded."

Seeing that Zhuang Yu turned his attention to him, Liu Yuan said not to be outdone, "I don't like what you say. It's not like I haven't won the Wei Feng Award before."

"You took it, but you also scolded it."

"Am I scolding? I'm trying to reason with them. Besides, I'm not doing it for myself. No one knows who I'm doing for. How can you, Zhuang Yu, know?"

Zhang Zhong had heard about Liu Yuan and Wei Feng award.

That is to say, Zhuang Yu won the second Wei Feng Award. In that year, Zhuang Yu also had two very excellent works, and both of them met the selection criteria of Wei Feng Award, but Zhuang Yu didn't even get a single nomination.

As for why, everyone actually knows, because no writer has ever won the Wei Feng Award twice in a row.

There is a principle circulated within the jury: the same author should not win consecutive awards.

This has not been written into the award rules, but everyone silently abides by it.

Usually, everyone doesn't pay much attention to it. After all, there are very few authors who have the strength to be popular for two consecutive years.

But I didn't expect that after Zhuang Yu won the first prize, his writing style exploded, and he wrote two works that shocked the literary world, and the works were very in line with the selection criteria of the Wei Feng Award.

But even so, the jury still abided by the internally circulated principle, and didn't even give Zhuang Yu a single nomination.

Because of this, Liu Yuan couldn't stand it anymore, and jumped out to criticize Wei Feng.

What Liu Yuan meant was that if you don’t want the same writer to win awards for consecutive terms, write out the articles of association. Don’t make it unclear. People who know it are the unwritten rules of your jury, and those who don’t know think it’s an award. Is there something tricky, or there is something wrong with Zhuang Yu's works.

His scolding did not change the Wei Feng Award, but in the next session, the jury gave him the award.

Liu Yuan is also a bachelor. After receiving the award, he has not let go of the Wei Feng Award.

"I know that you are upright, otherwise how did you get the nickname Liu Dapao? But you are so unreasonable. Didn't the Nobel Prize for Literature say that a person can only win one award? But have you ever seen anyone win it? Twice?" Zhuang Yu laughed.

"Then the Nobel Prize in Literature has nothing to do with me. Besides, I don't think the unspoken rules of the Nobel Prize in Literature are reasonable. There is a feeling that as many people as possible can win the prize."

Everyone present nodded their heads, but this is how the Nobel Prize for Literature feels.

If the Nobel Prize in Literature hadn't had such an unspoken rule, I'm afraid the number of winners of this award would be less than half, or even more than that.

Of course, the industry generally regards the Nobel Prize in Literature as a lifetime achievement award, that is to say, if you have won it once, then you have nothing to do with this award.

In fact, many literary awards have such unspoken rules, such as the Youth Literature and Art Award won by Zhang Zhong.

If there is really a selection, this award should be awarded to Zhang Zhong for several years in a row. After all, in the popular literature this year, no one can compete with Zhang Zhong.

But if Zhang Zhong is really given the prize, then the prize seems to lose its meaning.

In fact, Liu Yuan also knew that his complaint was unreasonable, he just said a few words out of habit.

"I guess when the next award is presented, I will still mention the Wei Feng Award." Liu Yuan said with a smile.

"Why?" Wang Yi asked.

"Because there is a high probability that Zhang Zhong will not be in the next session." Liu Yuan said.

Zhuang Yu laughed, "You say that, but you think it's a certainty that Zhang Zhong will win the award this time?"

"Of course." Liu Yuan nodded and said, "If he doesn't win this time, then don't wait until next time. I'm going to talk about the Wei Feng Award this time."

Wang Meng pointed to Liu Yuan and said, "You guy, you have a bad temper. No one can say for sure about this award. Different people have different standards in their hearts, and you can't impose your own ideas on others."

"Old Wang is right." Zhuang Yu said.

"Okay, I'll go in first. You young people are chatting outside, I won't accompany you first."

Wang Meng supported the chair and wanted to get up, Wang Kewang quickly went to help him.

If it was before, Wang Meng would definitely knock off Wang Kewang's hand, but this time he let his grandson help him up.

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