This host is too professional

Chapter 375 Johnson Literary Award
  morning.

Ye Luo got up early and made breakfast.

In recent days, the filming of "The Legend of White Snake" has not stopped for a moment. As the heroine, Tang Rou is naturally very busy. She has a scene almost every day, and even though she shoots fast enough, she is not tired at all.

"Teacher Ye, I really regret agreeing to film with you." Sister Rou muttered with a slumped face while drinking soy milk.

It's so tiring!

It’s so much more tiring than singing!
  This money is really not worth it.

"Xiaorou, your ideological consciousness needs to be improved. To say whether it is hard or not, just think about the Red Army's [-]. You can't stand it even after filming? Why do you think you want to be a movie queen? Think about it, you are just She has already become so popular in singing. If she wins the Best Actress Award again, she will have to take off, right? The number one person in the entertainment industry in the future will be me, Teacher Tang!" Ye Luo deliberately spoke with an official accent, talking to Tang Rou gag.

"Brother, I'm eating now, and I really can't eat your cake." Sister Rou snorted and twitched her little nose, "I don't want to be a movie queen, so don't think about dragging me into a second filming. ”

"Tsk, no ambition at all!" Ye Luo continued to joke.

Seeing Ye Luo's unruly look, Sister Rou punished him by eating all the remaining soy milk and fried dough sticks.

After clearing away the dishes, Ye Luo drove Sister Rou to the shooting location.

In the past, they would have estimated some impacts. But now, it's almost out in the open.

Whether Ye Luo goes to work or goes out with Tang Rou, he will no longer avoid taboos wherever he goes.

However, due to their terrifying influence, they show off like this every day without being exposed online.

Ye Luo pondered that there might be a shadow of his future father-in-law in it. Otherwise, if it was just the two of them, it wouldn't be a scandal, and it would have been spread all over the place.

Regardless of whether the people on the crew knew it before or didn't know it before, they must all be aware of it at this time.

It's no longer strange.

"Director Ye, Teacher Tang."

The business director came very early every day. After seeing the two people getting off the car, he quickly came over to say hello. He had been very polite to Tang Rou before, but this time it was no longer as simple as being polite.

"Director Shang, please be busy. I won't disturb you today." Ye Luo said.

Director Shang also tried to persuade him to stay, "Teacher Tang doesn't have much to do today. Aren't you here to watch the show?"

Ye Luo smiled and said, "I can't always interfere with your performance here." After saying that, he said hello to Tang Rou and left.

After Ye Luo left, Director Shang's attitude became even more respectful when he faced Tang Rou, "Teacher Tang, are you familiar with familiar words?"

"Has the scene been set up?" Tang Rou asked.

Director Shang nodded, "It's all done."

"How are the others preparing?"

"Almost."

"Then there's no need to wait. I memorized today's words last night."

"You are so dedicated! It's so rare in the industry for someone as big as you to be so dedicated." Director Shang's timely flattery was naturally captured.

Tang Rou didn't care, her expression basically didn't change. Except when she was with Ye Luo, Tang Rou always seemed to have a cold feeling that could repel people thousands of miles away.

Speaking of which, Director Shang felt very strange. Tang Rou usually has such a cold personality, but when she is not filming, she has a cold face all day long, with no mood swings or expression changes at all.

How did such a person achieve such silky acting skills?
  On and off the show, Tang Rou's temperament was completely different.

Director Shang has seen countless actors, but he has never encountered someone as "magical" as Tang Rou before.

……

Ye Luo wasn't too worried about the crew's affairs. Shang Xuejun was a very smart man and he knew what to do.

When Ye Luo came to the unit, it was already past 9 o'clock in the morning, and all departments had already gone to work.

Looking at the clock-in machine at the gate, Ye Luo was a little surprised. It seemed that he hadn't clocked in for an unknown amount of time.

Looking back on the past, Ye Luo was also a conscientious employee.

Now, it's different.

It is indeed different, there are more things to do.

Without much emotion, Ye Luo went straight to his office.

As soon as Ye Luo arrived, people from the major program groups of the music channel received the news.

Soon, the director of the program team began to come to him to report on his work.

Now that the first season of "The King of Masked Singer" has come to an end, Ye Luo also gave the show crew a long vacation.

The second season of "The Voice" is also coming to an end, and the second season is about to end. The program team is already busy studying the third season. Regarding this, Ye Luo said that haste makes waste, and asked them to complete the ending of the second season.

The situation is similar with "I Am a Singer".

As for other programs, they were quite satisfactory during this period.

There wasn't much progress, but there weren't any mistakes.

Listening to the program director's reports one after another, Ye Luo also gave his own opinions and comments one by one.

The morning ended with this kind of work.

Sister Rou didn't come home at noon, so Ye Luo dealt with her casually by herself.

I will continue to work in the afternoon, but I will have a lot of leisure time at this time.

"Director, someone from the School of Liberal Arts just called and said they would like to make an appointment with you in the afternoon. Do you have time?" the secretary reported.

"Literature College?"

Ye Luo was a little puzzled. There were many people in the liberal arts academy, but here, there were really very few people who claimed to be in the liberal arts academy. For example, Chairman Li Wenzheng and Chairman Shao Xinzhong all directly talk about their own associations.

"Is it the leader of the Academy of Arts?" Ye Luo asked.

"Yes, the call came from the dean's secretary's office."

"Okay, I get it. Tell them to meet at three in the afternoon."

Ye Luo estimated that it was most likely a matter of the "engineering team".

After the secretary went out, Ye Luo lay on the armchair and squinted for a while.

But maybe it was because he slept too well last night and wasn't very sleepy now, so Ye Luo picked up the phone again.

"Really fighting?"

As soon as I turned on my phone, I received a news notification.

On the Central Asian side, the firing has officially begun!

This is already the second war this year.

Before, the neighbor in the north of China had a real fight with his little brother. A war has come that leaves the whole world defenseless.

Now, the war in Central Asia has begun again.

"The world today is not peaceful."

Ye Luo didn't like war very much. Although he had never been on the battlefield, he had glimpsed the cruelty of war in the countless memory fragments.

"Whether it is ancient or modern, war has only brought endless pain to the people."

Ye Luo browsed the content of the news, feeling constantly in his heart.

Fortunately, he was born in China.

Otherwise, even if there is a system, it will probably be of little use.

Before you can even wait for it to take off, you might be caught shooting bullets on the battlefield. At that time, if there was no King of War system, we would probably be in trouble sooner or later.

"I don't know if my system can extract war-related skills?"

Ye Luo's thinking is really fast. He looks at the news but his mind goes to the system.

Draw a prize!
  Do it when you think of it.

Not to mention the daytime lottery, Ye Luo really got something.

"Master level language skill card, do you want to use it immediately?"

"use!"

Don’t say whether it’s useful or not, it’s just a skill card!

Ye Luo has already looked past it, and does not expect that the skills he draws out will be [-]% useful like in the beginning. Now Ye Luo has a mentality of having more skills than being overwhelmed.

Maybe you won't need it now, but there will be a long time to come, and maybe you will need it one day.

Last time I drew a wilderness survival skill card.

Moreover, Ye Luo felt that this skill was quite practical today.

His English is pretty good, but other foreign languages ​​are not so good.

During the last chess match, that Xingjian Chenwu came to find him, but Ye Luo didn't understand a word he said. If Tang Rou hadn't translated it, Ye Luo wouldn't have known what he meant.

"The master-level language skill card probably contains many languages, right?"

After Ye Luo used up his skill cards, he didn't feel much changed.

He randomly searched for a Japanese article on the Internet, and was pleasantly surprised to find that he could read it without any problems.

Moreover, it can also be read quite smoothly.

It's like his mother tongue, it doesn't require much thinking at all.

Ye Luo changed several languages ​​again.

Russian.

Korean.

French.

German.

Even Arabic is equally fluent.

"This skill is a bit strong."

Ye Luo tinkered for more than half an hour and found that he could master all of the major languages ​​in the world without any obstacles.

Until he searched the Internet for a country he had never heard of and found an article written in the local language.

This time, it was like reading a book from heaven, and he didn't recognize it at all.

"It seems that this master-level language card also has an upper limit."

However, Ye Luo was also very satisfied.

Language skills are better than none.

At the very least, if he wants to travel abroad with Tang Rou in the future, he can communicate with him without any barriers in 80% of the places in the world.

While Ye Luo was still experimenting, the secretary knocked on the door, "Director Ye, people from the School of Liberal Arts are here."

Ye Luo glanced at the time subconsciously, and it was already 3 o'clock before he knew it.

"okay, I get it."

Ye Luo put away her phone, wiped her hair, and walked out towards the small conference room.

As soon as I entered the room, I found that there were not many people from the liberal arts college.

He knows it all.

Dean Sun Deyou.

and Director Zhang Yongzheng of the Data Statistics Center of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

There were only two of them.

Of course, there is no need to mention Dean Sun. The two of them have met countless times.

Director Zhang Yongzheng was quite familiar to Ye Luo. Because the sales statistics of his various books were previously calculated by the Data Statistics Center of the Academy of Arts and Sciences managed by Director Zhang Yongzheng.

"Dean Sun, Director Zhang, long time no see!" Ye Luo greeted them with a smile.

Both of them were smiling and holding hands with Ye Luo.

"Director Ye, we are here uninvited. We are not disturbing your work, right?" Sun Deyou said with a smile.

"No, I'm much more relaxed now." Ye Luo said, "Come on, sit down, let's have a drink of tea first, and let's sit down and chat."

After chatting for a while, Dean Sun explained his purpose.

"Teacher Ye, I came here to discuss something with you."

Dean Sun still habitually calls Ye Luo Teacher Ye. He said: "Yesterday, the ranking of world writers came out. No one from China was in the top twenty. Even the top fifty, there were only three."

Speaking of this, Sun Deyou's face turned gloomy.

Director Zhang Yongzheng next to him added, "If we go by the data, you have a chance to enter the top 20."

Sun Deyou took over, "However, you probably know some things. These lists are controlled by the West. They not only impose an economic blockade and political isolation on us, but they also suppress us culturally."

Ye Luo actually knows about the ranking of world writers. However, he didn't pay much attention to it. In his opinion, they were both referees and contestants, and China had no role to play in this regard.

What is at stake here is not the strength of the Chinese literary community, but the overall strength and influence at the national level.

Now that the big picture is here, it is almost impossible for their literary world to do anything earth-shattering in the world.

"Isn't it like this before?" Ye Luo said, "The West has blocked us for so many years. Whether it's writers or mathematicians, when have we seen Chinese people get too good rankings? It's not because of our lack of strength. , it was intentional. Dean Sun, I don’t think we need to care about this. "

"I know what you are talking about, Teacher Ye, but this year is different."

Dean Sun's face was not very good. He explained: "This year's ranking of world writers is related to this year's Johnson Literary Award. Only those who are in the top 100 in the world ranking are eligible to nominate for the Johnson Literary Award."

Hearing this, Ye Luo was a little confused.

He is naturally very aware of the Johnson Award. This award is almost recognized as one of the most influential awards in the world. It involves many aspects such as literature awards, chemistry awards, and physics lectures. Among them, the Johnson Literary Award is the highest honor in the world of literature.

But what does this have to do with China?
  Since the establishment of the Johnson Literary Award, no one in China has won this award.

Is it useful to pay attention to this thing?
  Why, do you want to win the highest honor in the world of literature amid so many blockades in the West?
  This is simply whimsical.

Sun Deyou continued to explain, "It's not that I want to win this award. The main reason is that in our huge Chinese literary world, we can't even have no nominees, right?"

"Dean Sun, wait a minute." Ye Luo was a little confused, "The more you say it, the more confused I become. Didn't you just say that there are still three of us in the top 50? How can there be seven or eight in the top [-]? Right? Isn’t it easy for these people to get nominated?”

At this point, Sun Deyou's face became even more ugly. "This time, the West must have planned for a long time to target us intentionally and want to make some articles in this regard. Therefore, all the works in this selection have been rejected."

"Then why you came to me this time..."

"Teacher Ye, after much thought, I feel that you are the only one who can save our Chinese literary world."

"what does it mean?"

"Well, Teacher Ye, you are famous for writing quickly. Can you take some time to write a work that can be nominated for the Johnson Literary Award?"

(End of this chapter)