Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 510 LeBlanc

Zhang Zhong and the others stayed in Italy for more than a week, and then made a detour to England.

On the way from Italy to the UK, Hu Huifang and the others are still feeling emotional. Before, they only knew that these countries in Europe are small in size, but now they come to really feel that it is too simple to go from one country to another, and it is even easier than crossing provinces in China. easy.

Last year they traveled in China, went to Luzhou and then went to Baiyue, and spent much more time in between than this time.

England is a humid country, but it didn't rain when Zhang Zhong and his colleagues arrived in London. It was sunny and quite hot.

In fact, London in summer has less rainfall than other months, and the long sunshine hours are very suitable for tourism.

Zhang Zhong came to London not only for fun, but also for a not very important business.

When he first went to Italy, Chen Qing called him and told him that a writer exchange meeting was going to be held in London, and he also sent an invitation letter to Zhang Zhong.

Most of the people invited to this exchange meeting were traditional writers, because Zhang Zhong's "Border Town" had sold well before, so the exchange meeting also sent an invitation letter to Zhang Zhong.

If Zhang Zhong was in Huaxia, Chen Qing probably wouldn't have mentioned this matter to Zhang Zhong. He knew that Zhang Zhong couldn't go all the way to attend some exchange meeting.

It was because Zhang Chongren was in Europe that Chen Qing told him about it.

After Zhang Chong heard about it, he didn't want to go at first, but Hu Huifang and the others who heard the phone call next to him tried their best to persuade him to go, saying that he was going to England anyway, so he might as well take this opportunity to pass by.

In the end Zhang Zhong accepted their proposal, so they are now in London.

This event is mainly a book fair, and the exchange meeting is only a part of the book fair.

The London International Book Fair, founded by the England Industry and Trade Fair, is now hosted by Reed Exhibitions. It is held at the Earlscourt Pavilion in the West End of London every August and lasts for three days.

The writer exchange meeting is on the last day, and the writers who attend are generally local writers from England, and there are relatively few writers from other countries.

Zhang Zhong went to the West District alone. On the way, he saw the sky covered with dark clouds and thought it was going to rain. He was startled, but the dark clouds only hovered in the sky for a while before dissipating.

The staff of the exhibition hall did not recognize him right away, Zhang Zhong himself reported his name, and the other party took a pad to look at him for a long time before confirming Zhang Zhong's identity.

Following the staff, Zhang Zhong came to a large banquet hall, where many writers were already present.

Zhang Zhong originally thought that the exchange meeting would be held in a place similar to a lecture hall, but he didn't expect it to be so casual.

Most of the people present were native British writers. At this time, they were chatting together in twos and threes. Zhang Zhong didn't know anyone, so he had to ask for a glass of water and find a place to sit down.

About 10 minutes after Zhang Zhong sat in a daze, suddenly a brown-haired beauty walked over with a wine glass.

"pz!"

Zhang Zhong looked up at her.

The two faced each other, eye to eye, and the woman laughed, "It really is you, I didn't expect you to come to this exchange meeting."

"You are?" Zhang Zhong had no impression of the woman in front of him at all.

"I'm LeBlanc. Maybe you haven't heard of me, but I know you. I've read every book of yours. Of course, the premise is that it has been translated into English." LeBlanc smiled. She wore It was very revealing, and when he smiled, his chest trembled.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Zhang nodded emphatically. It is not easy to meet a "fan" here.

He had never heard of LeBlanc's name, so he was not sure of the identity of the woman in front of him.

Most of the people who attended this party were older, and those who were a little younger were all in their 40s and 20s, and the woman in front of her looked only in her [-]s, and she was dressed very fashionable, not like a traditional writer.

However, this banquet hall is not full of writers, there should be other people, such as the staff of the exhibition, representatives of sponsors, and some people engaged in literature-related industries.

"I heard that you came to Europe before, and you won the Carrier Pigeon Award a few days ago. I didn't expect to see you here now. Of course, I knew that the exhibition invited you, but I didn't expect you to really Come back." LeBlanc had a bit of surprise on her expression, it could be seen that she really liked Zhang Chong's works.

Hearing LeBlanc's words, Zhang Zhong automatically sent her back to the organizer in his mind. Most people have no way of knowing who the organizer has invited.

"Thank you, Miss LeBlanc. London is a very good city. I've always wanted to come and see it. I just took advantage of the opportunity of the exchange meeting to come here, and I got my wish. And I can see so much here. I also feel very honored for the excellent local writers." Zhang Zhong's expression didn't change at all as he said something against his will.

"do you know……"

Just as LeBlanc was about to speak, two men in suits and leather shoes walked up beside him.The temperature in the exhibition hall is not high, but when these two guys are compared with LeBlanc's clothes, it is a bit intense.Zhang Zhong was wearing a simple black T-shirt, which was obviously in the same season as LeBlanc.

"Miss LeBlanc, who is this gentleman? Can you introduce to us?" One of the slightly taller ones said, he was a bit taller than Zhang Zhong, about 1.7 in height, and the one next to him It's only in the early [-] meters.

LeBlanc's words were interrupted, she turned to look at the two men, and said with a smirk, "Jack, Tom, this is pz, you should have heard of it."

"pz? Who is it?" Jack said with his head held high, and then he patted his head pretendingly, "Oh, I remembered, it's that entertainment novelist."

LeBlanc frowned and said, "Jack, please pay attention to your demeanor, pz just won the French Pigeon Award."

"Miss LeBlanc, is the Carrier Pigeon Award comparable to the Booker Award?" said the short Tom next to him.

When Tom said that, Jack's head went up even higher, because he had won the Booker Prize.

Zhang Zhong also saw the clues, but he also felt that the Man Booker Prize is the highest award in English literature, and the virtue of the winners is really sad.

LeBlanc looked a little unhappy, Jack was a celebrity in London's high society.He's famous because he's been trying to squeeze his way into high society, but he's never been able to.

Jack was originally a farmer, and later wrote several novels. Unexpectedly, he became a great writer and won the Booker Prize.

No matter how his works are, he is really not good, very rustic and arrogant.

He had been chasing LeBlanc for a long time, but LeBlanc had ignored him all the time, and now he caught up with him again when he had an opportunity.

(End of this chapter)