Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 821 Love and Hate
In fact, most of the people who gathered around didn't know Zhang Zhong, but they just heard that there was a famous person, so they wanted to join in the excitement and come to see him.

This is the same all over the world, everyone likes to join in the fun.

"Who is this, a big star?"

"It must be a big star, look how handsome he is."

"How did the star come here?"

"Come to play and be recognized."

There are conversations like this all around.

Of course, there are also some people who know Zhang Zhong who will give others popular science.

"Wow, this one is incredible, the winner of the Goncourt Literature Prize, and it is even more commonplace to win the Hugo Award and the Nebula Award."

However, such things as the Goncourt Literary Award and the Nebula Award and the Hugo Award are too far away for ordinary people, and most people have never heard of them.

In other words, if they knew about these awards, they would naturally not know who Zhang Zhong was.

"He is the richest writer in the world, worth tens of billions."

This introduction is much simpler and cruder, and easier to understand.

"That's amazing!"

A Goncourt Literature Award plus the Weijin Award, Hugo Award, Lucky Award, Huaxia Youth Literature and Art Award... It's not as shocking as tens of billions of dollars.

Just think about it, maybe the tourists on this street may not add up to tens of billions of net worth.

A person's net worth is 100 million, and it takes tens of thousands of people to reach this net worth.

So many people add up that he is not rich alone, so he must be very powerful.

This is what ordinary people think, but for those who understand literature, tens of billions of dollars is really nothing to Zhang Zhong.

In their eyes, Zhang Zhong is a priceless treasure.

There are not many people with tens of billions of net worth, at least there are quite a few in the world, but there is only one Zhang Zhong.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhong will follow the security personnel when he travels now, otherwise today's scene would be really difficult.

While waving to the onlookers, he signed autographs for those who handed over the notebooks.

If you want to say what sells best in Xin'an Old Street today, it is probably small books and pens.

Tourists generally don't carry pens and paper with them. In order to get Zhang Zhong's autograph, they will buy it nearby.

"Da Zhang, are you really playing? Is there really no new book for summer?"

Someone in the crowd asked loudly, and a group of fans immediately laughed.

Being urged to update in person by readers, Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "I'm not just kidding, Xin'an will appear in the book I'm writing recently, you just wait and see."

"Is Zhang Da here to pick up the wind?"

"Of course, that's a joke. I'm such a hard-working writer." Zhang Chong laughed.

It wasn't just him laughing, the fans were also laughing, and someone asked again, "Da Zhang, I got a score of 620 in the exam, and my first choice was Shizhong College. Can I get in?"

"The admission results will come out in a few days. I hope you can go to Shizhong College as you wish. I have already remembered your appearance. If you can be admitted to our college, I will give you another signature."

"When will "The Diary of a Murderer" come out, Zhang Da?"

"Without this book, wash up and sleep."

"This time I'm here to collect stories, are you writing science fiction or detective novels?"

"Look back and see for yourself."

"Tricked us to go to the bookstore to buy your book."

"Haha, for the sake of life, understand."

This remark made the onlookers laugh. A man with the highest manuscript fee in the world said this seriously. If someone really took it seriously, his head must have been kicked by a donkey.

With so many people on the old street, it is impossible for Zhang Zhong to sign for everyone.

After chatting with them for a while, Zhang Zhong went out under the protection of security guards.

After walking out of the old street, Zhang Zhong waved to the crowd, "Don't send them off, everyone, see you by fate."

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Zhang Zhong's appearance in Xin'an Old Street was quickly posted on the Internet.

Netizens lamented that Zhang Da really did what he said, and he really went to play when he said he wanted to play.

But they also heard the good news. Zhang Zhong himself said that he went to Xin'an to gather folk songs, which meant that a new book was being written, and maybe they wouldn't have to wait long to see the new book.

He gained a lot of wisdom because he was recognized in the old street, so he spent the next two days climbing the mountain with his family, and he made some disguises.

After playing in Xin'an for five or six days, the family went to Yundian, and Zhang Zhong flew to Chicago to attend the Nebula Awards Ceremony.

He didn't participate in the Nebula Awards last year, and it seems that he doesn't give face if he doesn't come today.

This time, he was not the only Chinese writer who came to the Nebula Awards Ceremony, there was also Feng He.

When Zhang Zhong arrived in Chicago, it was Feng He who picked him up. This guy came two days in advance.

According to what Feng He himself said, the reason why he came two days in advance was because he was jet-lagged.

Zhang Zhong also teased him, saying that jet lag exists, if you want to eliminate it, then it does not exist if you ignore it.

When Feng He heard Zhang Zhong's fallacy, he was not to be outdone, and instead teased Zhang Zhong, saying that his theory could be said to be Schrödinger's jet lag.

"You came two days in advance, will the organizing committee reimburse you for the accommodation fee?" After arriving at the hotel, Zhang Chong asked Feng He with a smile.

Feng He also laughed, "We need to discuss this matter with the organizing committee, the accommodation fee is really not cheap."

"I think it's better to forget it. It's not bad that you didn't ask you to donate money to the piss of the Nebula Award Organizing Committee. You want to split the flesh on the mosquito's leg, it's just a dream."

The two rested in the hotel for a while, and Linde and Llorente came over.

They are all acquaintances, and they all belong to the world of fantasy literature. Naturally, they had made an appointment in advance for the Nebula Awards ceremony.

"Congratulations, Fenghe."

As soon as they arrived, Linde and Llorente congratulated Fenghe for being nominated for the Nebula Award.

Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "Why don't you congratulate me?"

"Why should I congratulate you, didn't you perform poorly this year?" Llorente said.

"You call the three shortlisted works poor performance?" Zhang Zhong said with an exaggerated expression.

Linde shrugged his shoulders, "Isn't it? This is the session with the fewest entries for the Nebula Awards."

"As you like." Zhang Zhong also shrugged his shoulders, and then looked at Llorente, "I heard that Penny Austin will also attend the Nebula Awards ceremony this year."

"I don't need to hear about it, which year she won't come? And this year, she still has works shortlisted." Linde looked at Fenghe, "You two are competitors this year."

Feng He smiled and said, "I have also read Ms. Austin's "Green Soil". I have to say that her starting point for exploring human nature is really special."

Llorente pursed his lips, "What's so special, it's always a man and a woman."

"You are jealous." Linde started to mock Llorente.

Zhang Zhong immediately followed up, "He is not mocking, but a typical love-hate."

(End of this chapter)