I heard that I'm a tomb robber

"I've got someone to confirm the invitation letter, and the nominee is the "Kirin List"." Maomao's voice was still full of excitement.

But unlike Maomao, upon hearing that the book might win an award, Mei Qian felt that something was wrong.

Just because the book "Kirin List" is really hard to describe.

In recent years, there have been quite a few works under Mei Qian's name.Excluding the original ones, as well as the tomb-robbing novels that have been criticized by the mainstream as unhealthy, the rest of the copied works are mostly from the classics of the earth.

He wouldn't be surprised if any of them won.

Only this "Kirin List" was writing "Memoirs of a Tomb Raider" at the time, because he was not yet famous, so he chose this double edition for more income.Its inspiration comes from a classic TV series that is very popular on earth.

It's a pity that his writing was jerky at that time, and because he had watched the TV series for too long and hadn't read the original work, his memory was not as deep as that of the Tomb Raider novel.The former has even forgotten many key characters, and there are many plots that depend on him, a rookie, to play freely.

It's just that he regretted it as soon as he got started, and finally he bit the bullet and finished it. The quality can be imagined.

As a result, the number of words is not much, except for the main story line, almost all of them have undergone magical changes.

Well, you can look forward to the muscular version of Mei Changsu...

Because of this, Mei Qian even looked down on this novel, deeply feeling that it has ruined the classic.

Not to mention readers, there are basically no good words in the comment area.

To be honest, he was surprised that "Kirin List" was selected by the publishing house, translated into foreign languages ​​and published abroad.

The year before last, a film and television company took a fancy to the copyright and almost sold it.

But even so, Mei Qian didn't think this book was so good.

At least they received one after another, and the pitiful version fee is enough to explain the problem.

Therefore, when Mei Qian first heard that this book could be nominated, and even had a great chance of winning, it was like a fantasy to Mei Qian.

Could it be that the translator of this book is a literary genius who made revisions while translating?

Or do foreigners just like this kind of revenge tune?
Or, art is what the public cannot understand?

And when Mei Qian was thinking wildly.Mao Mao on the other end of the phone saw that there was no reply here, and probably thought that the boss might not like this award, so he couldn't help explaining: "Sibel Garlin Literary Award has not been established for a long time, and the group it faces is only young writers, so it is not popular in China. You are famous, but there are many sponsors for this award, so the prize money is very high, and its influence in the world is getting bigger and bigger, Brother Qian, you are the first Xia country person to be nominated."

After hearing several key words such as "influence", "bonus", and "the first to be nominated", Mei Qian was not as excited as her assistant at all. With no one else around, Chi simply turned on the speakerphone and asked, "What time does the invitation letter say when the award will be presented?" While speaking, he opened the browser and searched for all the information about the "Siebel Garlin Fiction Award".

Maomao: "The invitation letter says it will be in half a month."

Mei Qian couldn't help frowning: "The time is not right, when was I selected?" It's a pity that domestic people really don't know much about this award, he searched for a long time, although he was sure that this award exists, he only found some fragments , nothing else about the approval and awarding process.

But although he has not won any awards, he has also heard the rules in the exchanges with his peers. Generally, such international awards are not as simple as imagined, but take a very long time.But he, the shortlisted author, only received the news ten days ago?This cannot but make him feel suspicious.

However, after hearing his question, Maomao on the opposite side sighed, and said in a helpless tone: "I know about this, it is said that a few months ago, the organizer sent you a Chinese version of the e-mail, but you didn't get it." Your reply, this invitation letter was forwarded through the publishing house."

Mei Qian suddenly remembered the pile of letters in his e-mail box that he had deleted as spam advertisements, and was speechless for a moment.

Out of caution, he replied: "Is there a rule above that the author himself must be present?"

"No!" Maomao replied quickly: "Aren't you going to take a look? This is a good opportunity. Even if you are only shortlisted, it will also increase your influence in the domestic literary circle." At this point, she suddenly lowered her voice. Volume, with some resentment, but also some anticipation: "I haven't traveled to Europe yet..."

It is necessary to mention here that for a literary award, there is actually interest in engaging member states. The location of the award ceremony changes every year. Last year it was Hawaii in the United States, but this year it happened to be the turn of Uzbekistan in eastern Europe.

"Let me think about it again! I'll give you a message later." Mei Qian was silent for a while, then hung up the phone after using a dragging tactic.

It's not that he rejects receiving the award, nor is he indifferent to the bonus, let alone avoiding Maomao's hints.

Probably afraid of being tricked by the dog system, he was always a little uneasy, feeling that it was strange that he won the award.

Although, he opened the e-mail and did find the e-mail from last October in the trash can.

Although, the information I got from my friends was basically the same as what Mao Mao said.

From being shortlisted to qualifying, and finally reaching the nomination, it has indeed gone through formal procedures. Everything seems reasonable and there is no problem at all.

But Mei Qian still intends to contact the Writers Union and find someone else to go to Europe to receive the award instead of him, and he himself has not been going out recently.

You know, if the dog system makes trouble abroad, the police there may not be as "reasonable" as in China.

But only the next day, he had to reconsider the decision.

The spring rain is continuous and fine, and under the manipulation of the breeze, layers of gauze mist are lifted, enveloping the entire city.

Although the ripples on the lake are slightly invisible, but the number is too large, thousands of raindrops melt into the water, knock on the bushes, drip onto the umbrella surface, completely overwhelm the voices of tourists on the lake embankment, bit by bit , all with freshness and poetry.

After Mei Qian got up and looked at the sky, she lost interest in going out. After a hasty breakfast, she simply opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaned on the recliner, had a pot of tea, and enjoyed the scenery.

The West Lake, rendered like smoke and mist, undoubtedly brought him great visual enjoyment.

Mei Qian felt that she could sit here for a whole day.

It's a pity that the vibrating sound of the phone's constant ringing has successfully destroyed his leisurely mood.

Open it and look, but Weiwei's updates keep coming.

The first thing I saw was the news with a very similar format and content from my peers.

It turns out that the side has not yet decided whether to go to accept the award, and the fact that Mei Qian has been nominated for an international award has already been circulated in the circle.

Familiar and unfamiliar, anyone who has his contact information sent congratulations.

He had to devote his energy to replying one by one.

A few words of modesty and politeness are enough for casual acquaintances, but for those who have a good relationship, it is not as simple as sending a message.

Therefore, his mobile phone was never put down in the following time.

This time, he was not in the mood to appreciate the rain scene at all, and simply returned to the room.

One call after another made his mouth dry, and just as he found the kettle to moisten his throat, he suddenly heard Ning Chi's trembling voice outside: "Brother, let me tell you something. Just kidding, it's still raining in the sky, the water in the West Lake just, just dried up..."