Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 998 Judges
On April [-]th, Zhang Zhong was discussing the signing with Chen Qing when he suddenly received a call.

"I'll take a call." Zhang Zhong raised his hand to signal Chen Qing, who was talking about the process, to stop, and then connected the phone.

From the other end of the phone came a man's voice that seemed a bit vicissitudes, "Hello, is this Mr. Zhang Zhong?"

"Well, I'm Zhang Zhong, who are you?"

"Mr. Zhang Zhong, hello, I'm Liu Yuanhe, from the Writers' Association."

Zhang Zhong looked for the name Liu Yuanhe in his mind, but he didn't have much impression.

The other party said it belonged to the Writers Association, so it must not be the local Writers Association, but the Huaxia Writers Association.

In the Huaxia Writers Association, Zhang Zhong knew a lot of people, and the ones who might call him were probably Li Hebin and Yang Fengxia.

"Well, hello, what can I do for you?" Zhang Zhong asked.

"This is Mr. Zhang Zhong. The Pu Songling Award will be announced in June. I am calling you this time to ask if you would like to be a judge for the Pu Songling Award." Liu Yuanhe said.

Zhang Zhong was very surprised that the other party called and invited him to be a judge for the Pu Songling Award.

He also has a relationship with the Pu Songling Award. Last year, he won the Pu Songling Award for Best Short Story with "The Ordained", becoming the youngest winner of the Pu Songling Award in history.

In fact, there are still regrets. In the last session, "Border Town" had every hope of winning the best novella award, but the jury lacked courage, and finally only gave a best short story award.

Unexpectedly, time flies so fast, three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Mr. Liu, I'm afraid I can't promise you this matter. After all, I'm still too young to be a judge for the Pu Songling Award. And I've never been a judge before, so I'm afraid I won't be able to do it," Zhang Zhong said.

Liu Yuanhe said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, you are humble. Although you are young, you are definitely the leader in today's Chinese literary world. The work of the judges is definitely not as difficult as you imagined, and this time you will not Participate as a general judge."

Zhang Zhong thought for a while and said, "Let me think about it, and I will give you the answer when I think about it."

Liu Yuanhe said, "Okay, but please give me an answer as soon as possible, preferably within a week."

"Okay, I will definitely give you an answer within a week." Zhang Zhong said.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Qing looked at Zhang Zhong, "Listen to what you just said, someone asked you to be a judge?"

Zhang nodded and said, "Well, it's the Pu Songling Award."

Chen Qing raised her eyebrows and said in surprise, "It turned out to be the Pu Songling Award?"

Zhang Zhong said with a smile, "It's no surprise. They made me a judge this time, probably because they want me to make soy sauce."

"How do you say that?" Chen Qing asked.

"First of all, I will definitely not win the Pu Songling Award this year. This phone call is a signal, and it is tactful to tell me the result." Zhang Zhong said.

"It hasn't been judged yet... Alas, an ugly literary award." Chen Qing shook his head helplessly. Of course he could understand Zhang Zhong's meaning. Although he was a little surprised, but since he had been in the publishing industry for so long, he naturally understood The tricks of literary awards.

In fact, there is no need to make a special call. Zhang Zhong probably won't get the award this year, after all, he won it last time.

The reason why Zhang Zhong was asked to be a judge should be to appease him.

I can't give you the award anymore, so it would be interesting to let you be a judge. This should be the idea of ​​the Writers Association.

Zhang Zhong didn't think there was anything wrong with this set of rules, which had been implemented in the literary world for so long. Although he couldn't understand it, he didn't want to break it in the past, at least not now.

"Then boss, will you go?" Chen Qing asked.

"Not necessarily." Zhang Zhong pondered, "Actually, I still don't know what kind of role the Liu Yuanhe who called me is in the Writers Association, and what does he represent when he calls me. I will ask Chairman Yang Fengxia later. Well, make a decision after you understand the situation."

"Actually, I don't think it's necessary to be a judge. It's a waste of time, and it's not good. Maybe something wrong will happen." Chen Qing expressed his thoughts.

Zhang nodded and said, "I will consider these myself, you can continue to talk about it just now."

"Well, okay, I just talked about the opening of NO.14 in the morning, my thoughts are like this..."

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After Chen Qing left, Zhang Zhong called Yang Fengxia.

After receiving Zhang Zhong's call, Yang Fengxia looked very happy, "What kind of wind is this that brought you here?"

"Isn't this about the Pu Songling Award? The Writers' Association means to let me participate in the judging work?" Zhang Chong cut to the chase.

"I should have thought that you called because of this matter. Actually, this matter was not decided by me directly. The Pu Songling Award was organized by our Writers Association, but it was not done by me. The new vice chairman Liu Yuan He handled it all by himself. I heard him mention you as a judge before, but that was a long time ago, and I didn't take it to heart. Why, he contacted you?" Yang Fengxia said.

"It turned out to be the new vice chairman. I said why I don't have any impression. Where did this Chairman Liu go before?" Zhang Zhong asked.

"He used to be the chairman of Bashu Writers Association, you are not familiar with him, but Wang Yi should be quite familiar with him." Yang Fengxia said.

Zhang nodded and said, "Okay, I see."

Yang Fengxia smiled and said, "Then what do you mean, are you coming to be a judge?"

"No." Zhang Zhong and Yang Fengxia are quite familiar, so he didn't mince words with her, and said directly, "I'm a young man in his early 30s, and it's not right for me to give awards to those seniors."

"Are you afraid that someone will gossip? This is entirely because you are too worried. With your current status, as a judge for the Pu Songling Award, does anyone dare to gossip?"

Zhang Zhong said, "Even if no one is gossiping, I don't have the need to be a judge. I understand what the Writers Association means. As for the matter of being a judge, let's wait a few years."

Yang Fengxia pondered for a moment, then said, "Okay, I know, do you need me to convey your meaning to Chairman Liu?"

"No, I'll call him later and say, just to congratulate him on his promotion." Zhang Zhong said.

"Okay, then you can tell him yourself. By the way, you just called and I have something to tell you." Yang Fengxia said.

"What is it?" Zhang Zhong asked.

"It's like this. The Writers' Association is planning to organize another cultural exchange group. The time is June. I want to go to France. I want you to be the head of the exchange group. After much deliberation, I can't think of a more suitable candidate than you. You The popularity in France is very high, and it is a bridge for cultural exchanges between the two countries. If you take a group there, you will get twice the result with half the effort." Yang Fengxia said.

(End of this chapter)