Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 547 World Chinese Literature Award

World-class?

As soon as Fang Minghua said this, the other three looked at him in shock.

Fang Minghua was not in a hurry and continued playing mahjong.

"Pingwa, don't you think that Bai Miao's award is a smaller version of the Lu Xun Award? No, that's not good. Then let's create an enhanced version of the Lu Xun Award! As long as you write in Chinese or your work is translated into Chinese, you can enter the award worldwide! Novels, novellas, short stories, prose and poetry, one article in each genre!
"As for the cycle, one year, two years, or three years are all fine. You can discuss it. Why are you looking at me? Are you playing cards? I'm number two! It's your turn, Bai Miao!" Fang Minghua reminded.

"Oh, bang!" Bai Miao woke up from his shock and hurriedly took out a pair of twos and played another one.

"Yaoji!"

"Hey, sorry, I lost, I only caught one chicken!"

Fang Minghua pushed the sign in front of the door.

"Hit two and trick the little chicken, not bad, right? Hehe."

"Okay, okay, you're great. I won't fight you anymore. Continue talking about your ideas." Bai Miao simply didn't count the cards and looked at Fang Minghua.

"Didn't I make it clear just now? An enhanced version of the Lu Award." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Minghua, these ideas of yours did not just come up suddenly after hearing Bai Miao mention this tonight, right?" Lu Yao asked.

"No, this is what my wife's grandfather said."

"Song Tangtang's grandfather? Didn't you say he was a general? How is he related to literature?" Everyone was surprised to hear this.

"That was when I went to the United States in 88 to attend the American Book Critics Circle Awards ceremony. I stayed at her grandfather's house in Yenching. When her grandfather heard me say that I was going to the United States for this matter, he said,

"The United States has such an award, why doesn't our country have a similar literary award? No matter which country your book is from, as long as it is translated into Chinese and published in our country, it can be included in the award!"

"We are now carrying out reform and opening up. We can go out and invite in! This is true for the economy and culture! Foreigners comment on us, and we can also comment on foreigners!"

Fang Minghua imitated the old man's demeanor and spoke in a generous tone.

"Grandpa is awesome!" Bai Miao gave a thumbs up.

"I had this idea when I heard it, but the conditions were not ripe. Now I think it is possible. When I heard Bai Miao talk about it today, I told everyone my idea."

Everyone nodded after hearing this.

In recent years, the status of Qin Province writers in the domestic literary world has become increasingly solid, especially Fang Minghua, who has become a representative of the new generation of writers.

At this time, it would be strong enough to establish a literary award in the name of the Qin Province Writers Association.

However, Jia Pingwa reminded:

"You've made such a big fuss, the prize money and various competition expenses must be very high. Don't count on our provincial writers' association, it's just a clean office."

"I understand this. I will pay all the prize money and expenses incurred by myself. I don't want a penny from the Writers Association." Fang Minghua smiled faintly.

Oh my god
He is indeed a big shot in the literary world. If he really wants to set up such an award, it is definitely not something that can be done with tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars.

"I plan to personally invest 300 million yuan to set up a foundation under the name of the Provincial Writers Association to be responsible for the prize money and all expenses." 300 million yuan.
Everyone was stunned again.

What is there to say?
I'm simply impressed!
"Minghua, this is the Zhuang Zhongwen Literature Award." Bai Miao said again.

The "Zhuang Zhongwen Literature Award" was initiated and funded by Mr. Zhuang Zhongwen, the founder of the Hong Kong Zhuangshi Group and a patriotic Chinese entrepreneur. It aims to reward young writers who have made outstanding achievements in literary creation and literary criticism.

The first award ceremony was held in 1988, and it has been held three times. The winning writers include Huang Yao, Sun Guizhen, Nie Zhenning, Zhang Shishan, and more than others. Among them, one is more familiar to Fang Minghua, who is Qian Yuliang, who studied in the Luyuan workshop and later went to Nanjing University's writer class for further studies.

To be honest, none of them are very famous, and I don’t know how the judges evaluated them.

Listening to Bai Miao talking about this award now, he explained: "It's almost the same, but I plan to make it like the Lu Prize and the Mao Dun Prize, which mainly reward works, instead of the Nobel Prize, which rewards writers."

"So the name is the Minghua Literature Award?"

“No, no,” Fang Minghua said with a smile: “Just call it the World Chinese Literature Award!”
Fang Minghua used his own money to establish a world-class literary award!
The news quickly spread to the Provincial Writers Association and the magazine.

The vast majority of people expressed their support and admired Fang Minghua's courage and bravery. Of course, they were even more envious of the courage of the rich man who could pay out 300 million in one go.

Of course, there are also some people who gossip behind Fang Minghua's back, saying that Fang Minghua is just seeking fame and reputation. Great writers like Mao Dun used their royalties to establish the Mao Dun Prize, so why are you, a junior, so impatient?
Fang Minghua was too lazy to pay attention to such voices. In this world, no matter what you do, there will always be people who will jump out and find fault with you.

But once, when he went to the Writers Association compound and heard someone continue to say this, he got angry and pointed at the other person's nose and cursed: "I want to show off? If you have the ability, you can also spend 300 million to show off?! Instead of gossiping here, you might as well use your thoughts to write some articles and earn some royalties!"

The other party blushed and could not say anything.

Grass!
If I don’t show my power, do you think I’m Hello Kitty Cat?
In the evening, Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang talked about the establishment of the award at home. This matter has been the central topic of discussion between the two recently.

"Minghua, after Hong Jun knew the news, he said he also wanted to invest, or invest in the name of Shengshi Group." Song Tangtang said.

"No, I will pay for it myself." Fang Minghua shook his head: "There are many places that need donations in the future. In addition to literature, there are also education, environmental protection, and even technology. Tell the Red Army, there are plenty of opportunities."

"Well, I understand. You like literature. This may be your dream. I support you!" Song Tangtang said gently.

"Yes, it was a dream that I had for many years." Fang Minghua said with emotion.

"So many years? Minghua, how old are you? It's been so many years?" Song Tangtang was a little surprised when he heard it.

"Oh, just a few years." Fang Minghua quickly covered up: "The Provincial Writers Association has agreed, and the written report has been sent to the China Writers Association, but this time I want to go to Yanjing in person, on the one hand to report in detail to the leaders of the Writers Association and win their support, and on the other hand to visit some famous writers and critics and invite them to serve as members of the jury."

"Hehe, look at you. I just came back from being busy in Yanjing for a while, and you are going to Yanjing again." Song Tangtang said.

"It's work."

"I know, you're going to look for Wang Meng?"

"Yes, there are also Feng Mu, and several critics, such as Lei Da, Li Tuo, and Zhu Wei, the editor of People's Literature. Oh, and I would also like to invite Qian Zhongshu. He is not only a writer, but also a famous literary translator and foreign literature researcher. Since we are inviting foreign writers to participate in the award, we need to find some writers who are very familiar with foreign literature.

Song Tangtang was surprised when she heard this.

"You want to invite Mr. Qian? He is in seclusion now and rarely shows up in public."

"It all depends on people."

(End of this chapter)