Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 685 Can You Pay Attention To Professional Ethics?
Zhang Zhong took half a step back, looked at the microphone poked in front of him, then looked at the reporter holding the microphone, and said with a smile, "First of all, let me correct you, there is something wrong with what you just said Yes. You can’t say that this Weifeng Award is like a bag for me, but you should say “everyone said that winning the Weifeng Award is like a bag for you.” This is the correct way to use it. You are right Is it?"

He said this suddenly, but the reporter with the microphone didn't react immediately.

"You're right, I used the wrong words." The reporter said awkwardly, and then continued unwillingly, "But you haven't answered my question yet."

Zhang Zhong is not a picky person, and generally he does not talk to others. The reason why he did this just now is because he recognized that the reporter who was questioning him was the reporter who had trapped him at the World Science Fiction Convention. The problem is also insidious.

He asked Zhang Zhong which award he had more confidence in, the best novella or the best novel. If Zhang Zhong was not clear-headed and answered casually, he might report it the next day. Things” or “The best novella is in the pocket”.

Zhang Zhong did not answer the reporter's question, but looked at the microphone that was close to the tip of his nose and was still trying to poke forward, and said, "Which media are you from? Is your microphone not receiving very well, do you need it?" I put it in my mouth to answer your question?"

No insults, but a strong tone.

The reporters were all a little surprised. This was not the first time Zhang Zhong was interviewed. Although he was dissatisfied with the interview before, it was the first time that his tone was so strong and his eyes so scary.

The reporter who asked the question before couldn't help but retract the microphone.

Zhang Chong's tone did not ease at all, and he continued, "You are formal journalists, media people, not those entertainment reporters who walk around the streets and take pictures secretly. Please pay attention to your professional ethics and work attitude. Even if I'm not here to attend the Wei Feng Award ceremony, even if I'm just a passer-by, do you think it's advisable to poke the microphone in my face like this? The minimum respect between people can be achieved because you are eager to get Was it set aside because of news material?"

There was another series of cannonballs, and the reporters were suddenly overwhelmed.

No way, who told them to bump into the muzzle, Zhang Zhong has been in a bad mood for the past two days, and there is a wave of anger hidden in his chest.

He suddenly remembered that before Wang Kewang scolded a certain column group of CCTV for being sick, now his mood is similar to Wang Kewang's. Many journalists do not have the minimum ethics, and they always want to make troubles with a press card.

He remembered the reporter Hu Rui he had met before, that was the real reporter, and comparing the two, they were completely different.

"Okay, I'll go in first. After the award ceremony is over, I think you will come to interview. When the results come out, let's talk again."

After speaking, he asked the security personnel to push away the crowd, and then walked straight into the cultural hall.

The reporters who were left behind looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Zhang Zhong must have eaten explosives today." Someone couldn't help but say.

"He's right. Some people are really too much. Anyone who is almost poked in the face by a microphone should be angry."

The eyes of the reporters were all on the only reporter who had asked the question just now. In their view, the reason why Zhang Zhong got angry was directly related to this reporter.

Zhang Zhong walked into the Cultural Center with a cold face. Yu Dongyu stood at the door of the auditorium, saw him with a poker face, and asked curiously, "Why do you think you are in a bad mood?"

Seeing Yu Dongyu, Zhang Zhong showed a smile, "It's nothing, some reporters."

Yu Dongyu was amazed, "You still get angry because of the reporter, let's go, Mr. Zhuang and the others are all inside, you are really late."

"Didn't it start at seven o'clock? I've come an hour earlier." Zhang Zhong said.

"It's true that it starts at seven o'clock, but everyone will come here earlier. Before the ceremony starts, everyone will chat together. Look, everyone is standing."

What Yu Dongyu said is correct, not many people in the auditorium are sitting, most of them are standing around together.

Under normal circumstances, Yu Dongyu would not come to participate in the Wei Feng Award. Although he also has serious literary works, the Wei Feng Award has nothing to do with him.

It's not that his works are inferior to others, it's just that the themes of his works generally don't fit well with the Wei Feng Award.

It was because Zhang Zhong and Zhuang Yu were all here, so Yu Dongyu also came to join in the fun.

Among them, besides Liu Yuan, Yu Dongyu was the most eccentric and lively.

"Where are they?"

The lights in the auditorium were not too bright, and Zhang Zhong looked around but couldn't see where Zhuang Yu and the others were.

Yu Dongyu pouted towards the front row, "The group with the most people, they are behind the crowd, these old guys are not tall, of course you can't see them."

"Do you dare to say that in front of them?" Zhang Chong teased with a smile.

Yu Dongyu raised his head, "Why don't you dare, what I said is not the truth?"

"It is true, but you are not taller than them."

Yu Dongyu curled his lips, "You are the only taller."

"Haha, everyone is tall, everyone is tall, let's go."

The two chatted and laughed, and walked towards the direction where Zhuang Yu and the others were. When the other writers around saw Zhang Zhong approaching, they let one of them come out. After all, Zhang Zhong was also one of the protagonists tonight.And everyone knows that Zhang Zhong has a very good relationship with Zhuang Yu and the others.

Seeing Zhang Zhong approaching, Zhuang Yu said with a smile, "Our supporting actors came first, but you, the protagonist, came late."

Wang Yi continued, "Old Zhuang, what you said is wrong. The main character should be the finale, and we supporting characters should come here first to give the main character a ride."

Zhang Chong said with a smile, "Don't tease me, it's also my first time to come to this Wei Feng Award Ceremony, unlike you who have been here several times and are already familiar with it."

"He's pretending to be tender." Liu Yuan laughed.

While speaking, Zhang Zhong and the others also merged into the conversation of a group of people.

While chatting, Zhuang Yu introduced to Zhang Zhong those people who surrounded him.

Some are well-known literary figures that I have heard of before, such as shopping.

That's right, this person is called shopping, not a pseudonym.

Buying the surname is relatively rare, but it’s not surprising. The name Shixi itself is nothing special, but the combination of the name Shishi and the surname Buying makes people feel very special.

Buying things can be regarded as a red writer, writing some works with the main theme, but he is relatively low-key, the kind who rarely shows his face.

In addition to long-established writers like Shopping, there are also some writers that Zhang Zhong doesn't know much about.Such as Li Moumou, such as Wang Moumou...

(End of this chapter)