The Immortal Warrior: From Reverse Engineering to Forging Swords for the Country

Chapter 222: We are good at guiding our consciousness [please ask for complete data! 】

Tiening was stumped by this question.

Yes, which domestic writer is qualified to win the first Zhipeng Literary Award?
According to the awarding principles established by the Zhipeng Literary Award, almost none of the current first-line writers in China conform to it.

Another thing is that the eyes of domestic writers are glowing green when they look at this award.

All eyes are watching.

Although Tiening is the chairperson of the awards committee, she can never recommend anyone easily.

What's more, Tiening himself is also a writer and has written many influential works.

She also wants to win an award.

Tie Ning murmured, shook his head and said, "I don't know which one to recommend."

"However, there are still quite a few outstanding writers in China."

She had never felt so on pins and needles in front of anyone.

As Zhang Zhipeng spoke, he saw that Tiening could not sit still.

And Tiening had never been reprimanded like this before.

Zhang Zhipeng glanced at her and said, "You can criticize. Without criticism, there will be no progress."

"Comrade Zhipeng is right."

"Comrade Zhipeng is right in his criticism. We do have some problems in our creation."

“I think the literature we have now is a bit ethereal and ungrounded.”

Apparently, his words were a bit harsh.

“Many writers, in the name of literary creation, do nothing but discredit the course of national struggle.”

Tiening nodded, a little sweat forming on her forehead.

"You are so poor that you didn't wear pants before you were 15 years old, and literature is an art of criticism, not an art of praise."

"For example, eight out of ten sentences said by a certain writer during an interview are false."

Zhang Zhipeng shook his head and said, "I don't understand literature, so I'll just skip the class."

"But, but, if the creation is shackled, the writing will often be rigid, and great works will not be written."

"His "The Ordinary World" is indeed a magnificent masterpiece, with a high-spirited momentum of struggle."

"Comrade Tiening, remember this: falling downward is never called freedom, it is called self-destruction!"

Tiening's face looked a little pale.

"As long as you have this principle, you can write whatever you want."

Tiening wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"I just advocate Lu Yao's literary writing style."

"This kind of person is a typical scum of the nation."

"According to my understanding, there are some writers who pursue sensory writing. Under the banner of literature and art, what they do is describe large-scale pornography and use it to attract readers."

"I think we have a large number of writers who are no worse than foreign writers."

"However, we cannot spread rumors, smear, and make up nonsense, we cannot make the nation nihilistic, and we cannot only blindly criticize without showing light and hope."

Zhang Zhipeng smiled and said: "My idea is very simple. The writer I admire most in China is Lu Yao."

"As a Chinese, patriotism is the bottom line, I sit upright and have my country in mind. Then, I firmly believe that the works written by such a writer will never make people feel awkward."

Zhang Zhipeng sighed and said, "According to our regulations, it's not allowed."

"Literature is a study of people. In addition to entertaining people, if it can have some positive meaning, it would be even more perfect."

Today she finally experienced the power of Zhang Zhipeng.

"You should really be allowed to teach writers."

"I kind of don't understand what kind of creative freedom writers want."

"Oh, but Lu Yao has passed away. Can this work be awarded to a deceased writer?"

"You don't want the freedom to write H at will, do you?"

"Well! Comrade Zhipeng, what do you think?"

Tiening said this bravely.

She knew who Zhang Zhipeng was talking about.

Zhang Zhipeng took a deep look at her and said, "Patriotism is not a shackle. The feelings of family and country should be the duty of a Chinese."

Tiening couldn't help but defend himself.

"But that person turned around and went to praise foreign countries. He used a magnifying glass to dig out and fabricate the stains on his hometown, country and nation, but flattered and flattered foreign countries without principles."

Tiening was surprised.

"However, there are still various flaws and shortcomings in our country, right? Can't we expose and criticize them?"

But he wasn't actually scolding her.

He was just trying to reason with her.

It has to be said that the circles of literature and art have been greatly eroded by Lizufang.

Practitioners of literature and art have basically lost their true intentions and have taken the side of their opponents.

This is shocking.

There is a long way to go to reverse this situation!

However, it can be said that the vast majority of literary and art workers are just confused.

In fact, they still love their country.

Zhang Zhipeng slowed down his tone a little and said with a smile: "Sorry, Comrade Tiening, what I said just now may have been a bit too harsh."

"But I still recognize you personally."

"I have also read some of your works. The language is very beautiful, and your story-telling ability is also very strong. However, what I want to say is that the layout of your works may be a bit small. If you can enlarge it a little, it will sublimate me from a young age. When you get to the big one, it’s even better.”

Tiening breathed a sigh of relief. She thought Zhang Zhipeng had a problem with her just now.

"Thank you, Comrade Zhipeng, I will convey your spirit to the writers."

Zhang Zhipeng thought for a while and said: "This first Zhipeng Literature Award should be awarded to foreigners."

"That Kressman, I think his works are quite interesting. They are all about Ami's various absurdities."

“This is the piece we need right now!”

"Break the idols! Build up your own confidence!"

Tiening was stunned for a moment: "Huh?!"

She thought to herself, this is tantamount to you deciding the winner yourself...

So what do we need the awards committee to do?
Aren’t you in charge of ideology?

Zhang Zhipeng asked with a half-smile, "Does Comrade Tiening think this is inappropriate?"

Tiening said: "No, should we vote for it?"

"Your designation seems to be inconsistent with your own award principles."

Zhang Zhipeng smiled and said, "Do you think the Nobel Prizes are really all selected?"

"Don't be fooled."

"We established this award to reverse our current passive situation in the field of science and culture."

"We are not really trying to reward foreign writers."

"Don't be so naive, okay?"

Tiening nodded and said, "I understand."

"Then award the first Zhipeng Literary Award to Kressman."

Zhang Zhipeng said: "The selection process still needs to be carried out."

"Yeah! Add in the name of the writer in the footbath and his proficiency, so he will also become a favorite to win the prize."

"Let's choose a writer in China to accompany us, who should we choose..."

Tiening stopped talking now. She looked at Zhang Zhipeng eagerly, waiting for him to tell her the answer.

Zhang Zhipeng racked his brains to find a writer in China that met his requirements. He thought for a long time, but in the end he couldn't think of a particularly suitable one.

In fact, Lu Yao is the best writer in Zhang Zhipeng's mind.

But unfortunately, Lu Yao has passed away.

After much deliberation, Zhang Zhipeng finally decided to let writer Chen Zhongshi run with him.

Because at the moment, Chen Zhongshi's "White Deer Plain" is continuing to be a hit.

It has great influence in the country and has just won the top prize.

However, this work received almost no major foreign awards.

Why don’t foreigners give awards to this work?

It’s because this novel is so well-written and vast.

With Zhang Zhipeng thinking this, he said to Tiening: "Then let Teacher Chen Zhongshi come and run with me."

Tiening said "Oh" and said, "Okay, I understand."

After Zhang Zhipeng had in-depth communication with the judges of the six categories of awards, the first Zhipeng Award began to carry out a lot of warm-up and publicity.

There is no problem with domestic propaganda.

However, there are big problems with foreign propaganda.

Because it is impossible for Lizi Fang's media to cooperate with the propaganda.

Even if you are willing to spend money to publish soft articles, others may not be willing to ask for your money.

However, Zhang Zhipeng never thought of asking the Lizufang media to cooperate.

Now, after establishing a firm foothold in Amijia’s market, KK chat has quickly begun to spread around the world.

Today, KK Chat is the most used instant messaging software in the world.

Zhang Zhipeng wants KK Chat to cooperate with the bombing coverage promotion.

The method is the pop-up window of the software.

As long as you log in to the KK chat software, you can receive information pop-ups.

The pop-up window clearly introduces the progress of the Zhipeng Literary Award selection, the popular winners, etc.

Because the prize money is really amazing, even if it is converted into rice dollars, it can reach over 300 million.

Therefore, ordinary people will be attracted by this award.

Everyone wants to see which lucky person can get this award.

When more people watch it, it will naturally become a widely discussed topic. When people chat, they will talk about it.

Therefore, after the award promotion began, the news soon became known to people all over the world and became a hot topic.

In a house in a city on the west coast of America, Kressman is sitting in front of a typewriter.

He sat there, his eyes vacant and depressed.

He originally wanted to write his new work, but after sitting in the chair for a long time, he didn't know what to write.

What a sad story. Kressman, 49, has worked as a reporter and columnist in the past.

He also once had a happy family.

But now, everything has changed.

He was banned because he satirized squid people in his past works.

The media that gave him a column stopped his column.

Even if he took the initiative to submit an article, no magazine or media would publish it for him.

He was blocked.

Just because he told a few truths.

Because he lost his stable, high-income job and it was no longer enough to support his family, his little girlfriend left him six months ago.

After more than two years, his savings have been basically spent.

Next, if he still can't find a suitable job and can't make money, it will be impossible for him to even support himself.

Kleisman was miserable.

He is already working hard to continue contributing to the media by changing his writing style.

He even adopted a new pen name.

However, the ban is cruel.

Moreover, the other party seemed to know his details.

The manuscript submitted by Kressman continued to sink into the sea, and there was no hope of publishing it.

what should I do?
Do I not even have the right to live here?

Kressman let out a long sigh and stood up from the typewriter, thinking that if it didn't work out, he would find a job like removing garbage.

Don't waste any more time here either.

The top priority is to survive.

Kressman changed his clothes and planned to go out.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

He went to look through the peephole and found that it was his girlfriend who had been missing for a long time.

This woman's name is Alyssa.

Her face outside the door was filled with uncontrollable joy.

What's she doing here?
Kressman wasn't married to her at all. They broke up, so there was nothing to worry about anymore, right?

But now, this woman is back again.

Kressman opened the door with confusion.

Alyssa rushed over and immediately hugged Kressman's neck and kissed him several times.

"My dear, I found that I still love you deeply."

"I can not live without you."

"Shall we get back together?"

Kressman is very cold, and there must be a monster when things go wrong.

"why?"

"You said you would never come back to me."

"You also said that I am a waste!"

"Then let me tell you, I'm even worse off now."

"I almost don't even have enough money to eat."

Alyssa was still passionate, twisting around Kressman's body like a snake.

This is actually an attempt to stimulate Kressman's originality.

"My dear, I have money, I can support you."

"It's okay. I believe we can get through this difficulty."

"I wish I could marry you now."

"If you agree, we will go through the formalities now."

Are you eager to get married to yourself?

This is interesting.

This woman is a very selfish and greedy character.

Her previous relationship with Kressman was actually because she was coveting his fame and money.

Now, Alyssa suddenly came back and wanted to marry herself.

What happened?
Could it be that she heard something?
However, for me now, it is basically all bad news...

Kressman pushed Alyssa away coldly and said, "Let's make it clear."

"Why did you come back to me?"

Alyssa is clearly not a good actress.

She clumsily acted out her grievances: "Why? Do I still need a reason to love you?"

"Cressman is Mr. Brutal. Don't you think you are too cold-blooded?"

"I just can't let you go, so I still want to be with you in the end."

"So there's no need for a reason at all."

Kressman sneered and said, "I will find out the truth."

"Besides, it's impossible for us."

"Please don't harass me again..."

Kressman kicked his ex-girlfriend away.

He paced up and down the room in some confusion.

He couldn't figure out what happened.

There must be something good happening to you.

Otherwise, Alyssa would not be able to come back to find herself.

Kleisman finally decided to come out and see what was going on.

Speaking of which, he has been too homely in the past six months or so.

He basically only goes out to do some shopping every six or seven days.

Because he wants to save money, he often doesn't go out for more than ten days.

When he walked out of the house, the bright sunlight stung his eyes.

The community where he lives is considered a middle-class community.

His current house is a single-family villa.

This house is actually not worth much, probably only around 30 dollars.

But even so, ordinary people still can't afford it.

Because the cost of maintaining a house is not low.

Property taxes and property fees must be paid every month.

The two items add up to several hundred dollars.

It was morning time, the wind was blowing slightly, and there were almost no people in the community.

However, the neighbor next to her, Mrs. Jackson, happened to be trimming the lawn in the yard.

When she saw Kressman coming out, she greeted him with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Kressman! Long time no see."

Kressman also smiled and nodded: "Hello!"

He hesitated and was about to ask.

Mrs. Jackson had already taken the initiative to say to him: "Mr. Kressman, congratulations!"

"This time, you will be famous all over the world."

Kressman's heart moved, and he said calmly: "Oh, sorry! I don't quite understand."

Mrs. Jackson was surprised: "Oh?! Don't you even know?"

"You're going to win a big prize!"

“Moreover, the bonus is as high as over 300 million U.S. dollars!”

Kressman was a little confused: "No way? What kind of award can I win? No one has ever told me this."

Mrs. Jackson was a little surprised, and she began to tell Kressman about the information she had seen in the past two days.

After listening, Kressman realized that he was now the most popular winner of the Zhipeng Literary Award in China.

Moreover, the prize money for this award is very high. If you can win the prize, the prize money will be as high as 36.7 million U.S. dollars.

That's a lot of money.

Kressman thought to himself, could it be a mistake?

Why didn't they notify me of the awards?

However, it seems that during the selection of the Nobel Prize in Literature, candidates will not be notified.

But, how can I be known to the Chinese people?

I am not considered a big writer in Amike, and my reputation is not high!

If you are elected as a candidate, someone should recommend you.

Kleisman wasn't particularly surprised.

Because even he has the highest voice for winning the award now.

But you may not be able to win the prize in the end, right?

But his current difficulties are imminent.

Kressman drove his pickup truck to a nearby Walmart.

He wanted to buy some newspapers there and see if there was any news in the media that he had a high probability of getting the Zhipeng litterateur.

There are no community convenience stores in Amei, so you have to go to a large supermarket to buy things.

When Kreisman got there, he bought a copy of the New York Times and read it first. He was sure that there was no relevant news in it.

Perhaps, there might be a mistake.

Kressman thought to himself that if he really wanted to win this award, the mainstream media would have to interview him no matter what.

He felt that God was playing a big joke on him: he gave himself a little hope, and then extinguished it all at once.

Kressman was confused and lost when his cell phone rang.

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