Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 487 Hooliganism
"Congratulations to Zhang Zhongda for his nomination of the Pu Songling Award."

"Please write about Poirot next time."

"Welcome to Yanjing again, we are waiting for your second Yanjing signing event."

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An unprecedented scene appeared in front of the Huaxia Modern Literature Museum. Although Zhang Zhong's fans were not crazy, the signs and banners they held in their hands were already full of star-chaser style.

However, different from the general small fresh meat appearances, the cheering groups that greet Zhang Zhong are basically evenly divided between men and women.

Zhang Zhong, who was sitting in the car, even saw a white-haired old man waving a small flag back and forth.

The hotel they stayed in was just across the road, but Chen Qing still found a car to bring Zhang Zhong over.

The car drove directly past the support group and arrived at the entrance of the Huaxia Modern Literature Museum.

After getting out of the car, someone found him, and the fans also ran this way.However, they still restrained themselves, standing at the bottom of the steps, and did not rush up.

Those reporters who were sprinting with long guns wanted to rush over, but they were directly stopped by the security guards at the door.

Zhang Zhong turned his head, waved to the fans, and entered the hall under the leadership of the staff.

Unlike other awards that Zhang Zhong had received before, the Huaxia Modern Literature Museum only had some reporters outside the venue, and there were no reporters in the auditorium, and there seemed to be only two or three cameras.

The awards ceremony will be videotaped, but not live.

In fact, because Zhang Zhong won the award this time, the organizing committee considered making it more commercialized, but in the end they canceled the plan and continued to do it in the form of previous years.

In the auditorium, Zhang Zhong saw Zhuang Yu and the others, including Yu Dongyu and Wang Kewang.

The organizing committee seemed to know that they had a good relationship, so they arranged their positions very close.

Zhuang Yu sat next to Zhang Zhong.

Sitting on a chair, he folded his chest and said, "I thought this awards ceremony would be broadcast live, but I didn't expect the organizing committee to give up such a good opportunity."

In the eyes of ordinary people, the literary award is synonymous with "far away from life", and the winners also represent nobility.

This is not intentional by the literature award or the literature award winners, it's just that very few people pay attention.

If you talk about playing a football game, even if it is a secondary one, I am afraid that many people will pay attention to it, but not many people will watch something like a literary award.

Many traditional literary awards also want to expand the influence and popularity of the awards among the general population, but there is no way at all, and the award ceremony itself is not attractive.

It was a good opportunity for Zhang Zhong to win the award this time, but the organizing committee didn't take advantage of it, so Zhuang Yu said this.

"Probably because he was afraid of being criticized by some people. Didn't Li Siqi directly complain that the Pu Songling Award is becoming more and more kitsch now? If the Pu Songling Award makes the awards ceremony more commercialized, it is estimated that Li Siqi will be sprayed It's all broken." Yu Dongyu said.

Wang Yi said disdainfully, "Li Siqi hasn't won the Pu Songling Award, right? He doesn't fear that others will say that he can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour?"

"I remember he won a short story award once." Zhuang Yu said.

"So what, he wants to prove that the short story award he won is more important than Zhang Zhong?" Wang Yi pouted.

Yu Dongyu sniffed. When it comes to traditional literature awards, he is a head shorter than the others present. Even Zhang Zhong is expected to win more traditional literature awards in a few years.

Wang Kewang next to him was fine. Although he hadn't won a literary award, he didn't write books at all, so he didn't care.

Of course, Yu Dongyu also knew that Wang Yi was not targeting him.

The conflict between Wang Yi and Li Siqi is well known to everyone, not to mention that Li Siqi is not here now, even if Li Siqi is in front of them, it is estimated that Wang Yi will not give him any face.

Liu Yuan smiled and took the words, "It's understandable, people always have psychological imbalances. Remember when Lao Zhuang won the Pu Songling Literature Award for the first time, didn't he say a few weird words?"

Zhuang Yu laughed, "Hey, I don't even remember, but you do."

"Of course I remember. If it wasn't you that year, I would have won the award."

"I didn't expect you, Liu Dazui, to be so worried about this kind of thing?" Wang Yi stretched out his head and said, he and Liu Yuan were separated by Zhang Zhong and Zhuang Yu, so it took some effort to communicate.

Liu Yuan smiled strangely, "But in the second year, I rode on your heads and won the award."

"You win the prize if you win it. What do you mean riding on our heads?" Wang Yi said with a worried expression.

"Isn't it just riding on your head... Hey, why is this guy here?" Halfway through speaking, Liu Yuan suddenly frowned.

Zhang Zhong looked in the direction he was looking, and saw a middle-aged man with a white shirt on his upper body and worn-out jeans that hadn't been washed for a long time on his lower body.

And this person is now walking in their direction.

Seeing him coming, several people stopped talking.

Zhang Zhong felt unfamiliar with this guy, but he was right in front of him, so he was too embarrassed to ask Zhuang Yu and the others.

In less than ten seconds, the man walked up to Zhang Zhong and the others, and said with a smile in a Yanjing accent, "Are you all here, are you chatting?"

Liu Yuan glanced at him and said nothing, Zhuang Yu smiled and said, "The ceremony hasn't started yet, so don't be idle. Are you in this row?"

"No, how can I sit so close to the front, and the seat is at the back. I just saw you here, so come and have a look. There are not many interesting people in the back. I'll come and chat for a while, and I'll go back after the ceremony begins."

Zhang Zhong was secretly a little surprised. The ruffian that this guy showed all over his body didn't look like a literati.

Although it is said that literati do not have a specific temperament, generally speaking, this person in front of him is more like the Yanjing masters in the restaurant talking about the mountains.

Seeing that he would not leave, Zhuang Yu could only introduce to Zhang Chong, "This is Li Rong."

The introduction was very simple, but Zhang Zhong still remembered who this Li Rong was.

In the 90s, a kind of literature called hooliganism emerged in China. It mainly described the thoughts, behaviors and attitudes of people at the bottom of society, and described the most common and typical living conditions and emotional conflicts of people at the bottom.

And Li Rong is the representative of hooliganism literature.

This also explains why Liu Yuan was so surprised when he saw him before. Hooliganism literature is often deviant and not popular with mainstream literature. Awards like the Pu Songling Award basically belong to two worlds with him.

Wang Meng said good things about Li Rong before, saying that his "playing with literature" is just a reaction to the world-saving literature that stands on top of others.He tore away some false sublime masks.And his language is fresh and catchy, absolutely vernacular, and absolutely not bookish.

(End of this chapter)