Goldfinger is a bit strange

When Liu Qingshan and his party arrived in Stockholm, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon local time.

Staff from the organizing committee made a special trip to pick up the plane at the airport. There were also many reporters, and more than a dozen Chinese people appeared in the welcoming team.

In addition, as for the embassy, ​​Mr. Ambassador was also present. After all, this is the pride of the Chinese people.

There was also a brief welcome ceremony at the scene. Writer Lu was wearing a straight Mao suit and holding flowers in his arms. Surrounded by the crowd, the flashlights in front of him were flashing, witnessing the most glorious moment in his life.

He has a peaceful smile on his face, like a man who came out of the yellow land, showing perseverance and simplicity, so similar to the land that gave birth to him.

Looking at this scene, a feeling of pride arose in Liu Qingshan's heart.

Presumably when these photos are sent back to China and published in newspapers, countless people across the country will feel the same as Liu Qingshan. .

Especially Liu Qingshan, who personally pulled Writer Lu out of his predicament and helped him translate his works. Step by step, he finally reached the top podium of world literature. Liu Qingshan also felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Just when he was sighing, he heard someone talking in Chinese. Liu Qingshan saw that the speaker was not Writer Lu, but Leader Geng who was leading the team.

Are you saying that you are not taking the spotlight?

Leader Geng even held a few pieces of manuscript paper in his hand and delivered a passionate speech in a fluctuating tone:

"With the care of the country and the encouragement of the leadership, Writer Lu can achieve what he has achieved today. I believe he will guard against arrogance and impetuosity and strive to achieve greater results..."

Although there is nothing wrong with what he said, it feels very awkward to hear it in this situation.

If you tell foreigners this, foreigners will not tolerate you. Mr. Johansson, who came to greet the organizing committee, interrupted Leader Geng’s speech rudely:

"Excuse me sir, who are you?"

Leader Geng was also stunned after hearing what the translator said: "I am the leader of the delegation, I..."

The reporters have long been impatient: "We want to interview the winners."

Leader Geng had no choice but to step aside in embarrassment. He was a little confused: shouldn't the leader speak first?

Little did he know that foreigners are not used to your lack of leadership. They even dare to throw shoes at the president when he is speaking.

The reporters were the main writers, talking all over the place and asking all kinds of questions.

A reporter asked: "Mr. Wang, congratulations on winning the 90th Nobel Prize in Literature. As far as I know, you are the first Chinese to win the Nobel Prize. Is that true?"

After Writer Lu listened to the translation, he smiled and nodded.

Unexpectedly, the reporter changed the topic: "As far as I know, before you, Chinese scientists such as Yang and Li have won the Nobel Prize in Physics."

"They all come from the same nation. Why can these scientists win awards abroad, but in China, no scientists have won awards, and they can only win literature awards?"

After listening to the translation, Writer Lu couldn't help but frown: This reporter is not very friendly.

Liu Qingshan also felt a sense of malice. He was familiar with foreign reporters and knew that some people looked at people through colored glasses.

What's more, in order to avoid chaos in the world, they do even more outrageous things.

For example, this year's Peace Prize was awarded to Comrade Woodcutter from the Soviet Union, and there was another Peace Prize, which was even less popular with outsiders.

Even Mr. Ambassador looked solemn. He had been engaged in diplomatic work for many years and had naturally experienced similar things. He was just worried that Writer Lu would handle it improperly and cause bad public opinion.

The smile on Writer Lu's face also disappeared, and his expression became serious. He thought about it and then said:

"Compared with developed countries, our country is still relatively backward, and there is a certain gap between it and foreign scientific research institutions."

"However, our smart and intelligent Chinese people have never lacked confidence and hard work. We are working hard to change this situation."

"And it has also achieved world-renowned achievements. Two bombs and one satellite are the pride of our Chinese scientific workers, better than any medal."

There was a round of applause all around. It was Liu Qingshan and others who were applauding vigorously. Leader Geng also completely lost his unhappiness just now, and his palms almost turned red.

Foreign reporters could only applaud along with them. Only then did they realize a problem:

Playing word games with a literature award winner seems a bit overestimating one's abilities.

"Dear friends from the media, as a member of the winners' family and friends, I want to make it clear that every Nobel Prize winner deserves respect. Please do not undermine Mr. Nobel's original intention of establishing this award. Thank you for your cooperation."

Liu Qingshan finally spoke up. If this situation is not controlled, there may be some messy problems later.

After all, the impact of last year is still there, and the arrogance and prejudice of Western countries has never been eliminated.

Isn't this tone of speech too strong? It won't anger those reporters, right?

Leader Geng's lips moved twice, but in the end he remained silent.

Facts have proved that his worries were unnecessary. Many reporters discovered Liu Qingshan and their eyes lit up: They didn't expect such a big boss to be hidden. They must interview him later.

With Liu Qingshan at his side, reporters no longer dare to make mistakes. Mr. Mountain is not easy to get along with.

The following interview became much more friendly, mainly asking questions about literary creation and personal situations.

After all, for foreign media, this information is relatively missing.

Firstly, there is poor communication in this era, and secondly, there is a gap between the East and the West.

Writer Lu was calm and calm, showing extremely high quality.

A female reporter in her thirties held an English translation of "The Ordinary World" and asked the writer to sign it.

Writer Lu took off the pen from his coat pocket and happily signed his pen name on the title page.

The female reporter smiled and thanked her: "Mr. Wang, thank you. I like your work very much, but while reading, I have a question. Can you help me answer it?"

Writer Lu nodded, of course there is no problem with such a normal request.

"The protagonist in the book, Sun, really has no food and can only eat steamed buns. Is it really possible to live such a poor life in reality?"

If she was the first to ask such a question, the writer would definitely suspect that the other party had ulterior motives.

After all, in the mainstream Western view, China is a poor, backward and even ignorant place.

But if we just discuss the plot in the book, there will be no other problems.

Writer Lu nodded solemnly: "Just like when I was writing this book, my living situation was very embarrassing. I could only eat steamed buns, porridge and pickles every day, which is very similar to the protagonist in the book."

Oh, the female reporter covered her mouth in surprise. It was hard for her to imagine that a writer's life could be so difficult.

Finally, a reporter couldn't help it and started to attack again: "Your country is really too poor!"

Leader Geng felt a fever on his face as he listened. He secretly complained to Writer Lu: Family scandals should not be made public. How could you say such a thing in front of foreign reporters?

Writer Lu didn't care, his eyes flashed with firm belief:

"Poverty is also a kind of wealth. It can stimulate your yearning for a better life and promote the progress of human society. Therefore, poverty is not a shame, but a motivation."

The foreigners around Gu Zi were all stunned, and then they began to applaud from the bottom of their hearts. Writer Lu's words won their respect.

Liu Qingshan also added: "Poverty is not terrible. What is terrible is being so poor that you have lost your ideals and beliefs."

Speaking of excitement, Liu Qingshan also waved his arms vigorously:

"Our country is currently in the process of change. In the near future, the whole world will feel the power of China!"

Yes, China Power!

The Chinese present were all inspired and shouted together. Although the number was small, it was very powerful.

Mr. Ambassador also applauded vigorously. He suddenly felt that this young man named Liu Qingshan was more suitable to be a diplomat.

Those foreigners also applauded. People with ideals and beliefs deserve respect.

The reporters in the Lu writer team pressed the shutter of their cameras to faithfully record all this.

"Chinese power", if this word appears in newspapers, it will definitely have an inspiring effect.

The interview with Lu writer ended quickly. In these days, every winner is the focus of people's attention.

However, the reporters did not leave. Instead, they cheered and surrounded Liu Qingshan, preparing to continue the interview.

Of course, Liu Qingshan would not overwhelm the guests. He smiled and said a few words, and then left the airport with his team in a car.

The group checked into the Stockholm Grand Hotel, where the winners stayed.

At the entrance of the hotel, Liu Qingshan looked around. There was a river not far ahead, and the palace should be on the opposite side. In the past few days, the activities of the winners have been around here.

Writer Lu and his team were of course received the highest standards of reception, which is an honor for the winners.

The lobby of the hotel was crowded with people, mostly journalists, but some citizens also came here to get up close and personal with the winners. In this regard, the committee did not impose restrictions.

Liu Qingshan saw a lady leading two children, one older and one younger, taking photos with an old man. It seemed that that person should also be the winner.

The old man looked to be in his seventies, with a kind smile on his face and holding a child in each hand.

The scene was like a grandfather leading his grandson and granddaughter.

"Thank you, dear Mr. Joseph."

The mother of the child bowed and thanked her. She was a competent mother, probably hoping to encourage her two children in this way.

"They are cute, aren't they?" The old man smiled kindly.

Liu Qingshan had the roster in his hand, and then he remembered that this old man was Mr. Joseph Murray, the winner of this year's Physiology or Medicine Award.

This expert was awarded the award for being the first expert in the world to complete a kidney transplant.

The old gentleman has a famous saying: I only hope that more people can live.

This sentiment is still very admirable.

At this time, the mother saw another person approaching surrounded by officials. She quickly looked at the directory in her hand, her face lit up with joy, she lowered her head and said to the little boy:

"Brolin, don't you like reading novels? The winner of the literature award is here."

The little boy was only eleven or twelve years old. His eyes lit up and he immediately came over to greet him. He had just seen the large photos and profiles of the winners and was a little impressed.

It's just that in the eyes of Westerners, Easterners all look the same. This is probably the same as how we think foreigners all look the same.

So the little guy looked at the few Easterners in front of him, and then came to Liu Qingshan:

"Sir, can I take a photo with you?"

Liu Qingshan smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "Of course I am happy, but little guy, do you really want to take a photo with a stranger who is not a winner?"

The people around him also showed a kind smile, and the little boy seemed to understand. He blinked:

"But sir, I really seem to have seen your face somewhere?"

At this time, the old man who took the photo just now came over: "Brolin, you can take a photo with Mr. Mountain first. Maybe when you grow up, Mr. Mountain will also be a winner."

"Mountain? Oh, I remember, I read the Alchemist's Journey into the Past written by you. It's a great book!"

The little boy was immediately excited, and the freckles on his little nose were all shining with excitement.

Relatively speaking, this Shepherd Boy is more popular with children.

So Liu Qingshan introduced Writer Lu to the little guy, and then the two adults, each leading a child, took a photo together.

After taking the photo, Liu Qingshan walked towards the old man: "You are Mr. Mori, right? It's an honor to meet you."

The old man just praised him, so Liu Qingshan wanted to express his respect to the old man.

Morri is an American, so he knows Liu Qingshan's situation better. He is also a very cheerful old man. He laughed twice:

"Mr. Mountain, your master is the old man who has made outstanding achievements in the treatment of AIDS. He deserves this award more than me."

Liu Qingshan hurriedly thanked him on behalf of his master: "You are too modest."

But he was also moved in his heart: Maybe the dumb grandfather will really have a chance to win this crown in the future.

Old man Joseph waved his hand: "Mountain, you are too modest. In fact, what I said just now is not wrong. You are excellent in literature and economics. As long as you persist, you will definitely surpass me."

Whether this is out of courtesy or encouragement to the younger generation, this evaluation is very high.

Liu Qingshan really has never had such an idea. The Nobel Prize is not his goal.

But sometimes it is like this, unintentional planting leads to success, and before he knew it, Liu Qingshan had made great achievements and was also qualified to win the crown.

The only thing that limits him now is his age, Liu Qingshan is still too young.

Many winners are in their sixties, seventies, or even eighties.

Then Liu Qingshan introduced Lu Writer to Joseph. As winners, they had to have a friendly exchange.

Just as everyone was talking happily, suddenly a very abrupt voice came over:

"A good teacher produces a good student. Mr. Mountain is Professor Peter's favorite student. Of course, he is qualified to win the award, but the premise is that your teacher can win the award, hahaha."

The laughter was a bit harsh, obviously with a bit of sarcasm. Liu Qingshan turned his head and saw a foreigner in his sixties, staring at Liu Qingshan sharply.

He said to Liu Qingshan provocatively: "Let me introduce myself. I am Merton, the winner of this year's economics award. I am an old friend of your teacher, Professor Peter."

The phrase "old friend" was emphasized, which obviously means that they are not very good friends, but may be enemies.

March, early spring.

Download the Aiyue Novels app to read the latest chapters. The latest chapters are already on the Aiyue Novels app. The website no longer updates the latest chapters. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou.

The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone has splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink has soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds are stacked and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of the gods, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, falls to the mortal world.

The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red blood rain.

The city was full of broken walls and ruins, everything was withered, collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The streets that were once bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper remained, and it was indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was deeply stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff had long been soaked into wet red, full of gloom and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment left, looking alone at the mottled stones in front.

There, a figure was lying.

This is a 13 or 14-year-old boy, with tattered clothes and full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his worn-out coat from all directions, attacked his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

The website is about to close, download the Aiyue app to read the latest content for free But even if the rain fell on his face, he did not blink, staring coldly at the distance like a hawk.

Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog, and sometimes vigilantly observing the surroundings.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement will instantly take it off.

Download the Aiyue novel app to read the latest chapters without ads for free. And the boy, like a hunter, patiently waited for the opportunity.

After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely sank its head into the belly of the wild dog.

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