Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 834 The Conference Begins

"I'd love to kick this guy downstairs."

Seeing Llorente running up out of breath, Linde raised his foot and said.

Zhang nodded in agreement, "I feel the same way as you, but this guy is so fat, I'm afraid he will damage my floor if he falls."

"Don't worry, the flesh on his body is very soft, enough to buffer the force, and it won't cause damage to your floor."

Hearing Lin De and Zhang Zhong discuss whether to kick him off, Llorente raised his hands in surrender, "I admit my mistake."

"If you really admit your mistake, you can get out of here by yourself, so you can be more decent." Linde said mercilessly.

"Then you'd better kick me down." Llorente spread his hands, as if a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Several other people smiled and shook their heads, they really have nothing to do with this guy.

Being disturbed by Llorente, Zhang Zhong and the others could only stay on the second floor.

Those reporters ran in and ran to nothing, so they could only turn their heads to take pictures of Qin Zhao's autograph signing.

It is estimated that in addition to reporting on Qin Zhao's signing, they may also write another press release with the title of "Famous Science Fiction Novelist Linde is full of lies and expects journalists" or something like that.

In fact, many writers from all over the world have arrived in Jiangyang today, but most of them are staying in the hotel. It is estimated that many of them are jet-lagged.

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"Tomorrow, Jiangyang City will usher in the annual World Science Fiction Conference. It is reported that in order for the conference to proceed smoothly, traffic control has been implemented on twelve roads in Jiangyang City. At that time, tens of thousands of people from all over the world will Sci-fi fans from all over the world are flocking to Jiangyang..."

The World Science Fiction Convention is not a matter of Jiangyang City alone. All the media in the country are concerned about this grand event, because this is the first time that the World Science Fiction Convention has come to Asia and China.

The next day, Zhang Zhong and the others didn't sleep in. The family got up early in the morning, and then rushed to the Xunwang Exhibition Hall.

Linde and Llorente stayed in the hotel arranged for them by the conference last night, in the hotel near the Xunwang Exhibition Hall, so they did not stay with Zhang Zhong today.

Before the car reached the entrance of the Xunwang Exhibition Hall, there was no way to go inside, because too many people gathered at the entrance of the exhibition hall, and the traffic police blocked the road 500 meters away from the exhibition hall.

There was no other way, Zhang Zhong had no choice but to open the car window and have a face-off with the traffic police comrades.

Seeing that Zhang Zhong was sitting in the car, the traffic police let their car pass without saying a word.

This is not just to reopen the back door for Zhang, as long as he has the special guest sign of the World Science Fiction Convention, he can enter with his car. It is impossible for those well-known writers to park their cars far away and walk there like everyone else.

Let alone whether the writer is tired or not, letting the writer follow the crowd will also cause confusion.

Zhang Zhong didn't take out his signboard. The traffic policemen in Jiangyang knew him, and a face was enough.

Even if Zhang Zhong is not a special guest, it is only natural to let him in, after all, the entire Xunwang exhibition hall belongs to him.

The car drove all the way to the parking lot of the exhibition hall. Zhang Zhong asked his family members to enter the exhibition hall. After they walked for a while, he got out of the car.

He also didn't put on any disguise, just walked in the crowd like this, so a group of reporters surrounded him within half a minute after he came out.

"Mr. Zhang, I heard that this exhibition hall is provided to the World Science Fiction Convention for free, is that true?"

"Mr. Zhang, there are rumors that you have officially accepted Qin Zhao as a student. Is this true?"

"Qin Zhao's new book, have you made any suggestions before?"

"Yesterday someone discovered that you were with Linde and Llorente. Is it possible that your company signed Linde and Llorente?"

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All kinds of questions were asked by the reporters, even if Zhang Zhong was in a good mood and wanted to answer them, he couldn't answer them.

The security personnel next to him pushed aside the crowd, and he walked unhurriedly.

After entering the exhibition hall, the situation is much better. On the one hand, the reporters have to wait outside for other writers to come, and on the other hand, a small number of reporters can’t get in, because these tabloid reporters have no invitation to the conference, and they don’t want to spend the money on their own. One 2000 yuan.

Of course, there are still a small number of journalists who are not willing to spend money. After all, there is not much money.

After entering, Zhang Zhong still faced the fans more.

Compared with the reporters, the fans were more self-conscious. Almost no one would stand in Zhang Zhong's way, they just waved to him, and at most they called Zhang Zhong's name twice.

This year's World Science Fiction Convention is a bit special. The opening ceremony was held on the first day, that is, at six o'clock this evening, but the Hugo Awards were presented on the fourth day.

Now the venue has been occupied by booths one by one. You can see the languages ​​of many countries and the logos of many related organizations.

The transport plane suspended in mid-air in the large exhibition hall on the first floor was not moved away, but remained in place. A large poster was hung on the plane, which was the blue flying bear, the mascot of this World Science Fiction Convention.

The mascot is nothing special, just a blue bear with two wings.

Zhang Zhong didn't have a deep understanding of it, and he didn't know what the mascot of this year's mascot meant.

Below the transport plane, is the World Science Fiction Convention's own booth.

In the past, the conference itself did not set up booths, and it only started to rise in these few sessions. Their booths are very large, but there is nothing there.

Compared with the booths of other organizations, the booth of the conference is more like a consultation desk. There are many guidebooks of this conference on the booth, which mark the time and place of some more important activities.

For example, Zhang Zhong's signing event will take place on the east side of the first floor, and the time will be from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am tomorrow, with a total of three hours.

Zhang Zhong took a guidebook from the booth, and chatted with several staff for a while. Before leaving, the staff also presented Zhang Zhong with a commemorative book.

There is nothing unusual about this commemorative book, because as long as you pay the membership fee, you can come and get one.

I opened the guidebook and looked at the important activities this morning. I found Llorente's lecture. I saw that the time had already started.

When he went up to the second floor, he immediately saw the place where Llorente gave lectures, to be precise, the place where the queue was.

The lecture was held in the science lecture hall on the west side, and there was already a lot of people lined up at the door.

Whether it is the World Science Fiction Convention or any other conference, as long as the popular projects are bound to line up, it can be seen that Llorente still has a lot of weight in the hearts of science fiction fans.

Seeing Zhang Zhong approaching, a young man at the end of the line asked in English, "Pz, are you coming to line up too? You can line up in front of me."

(End of this chapter)