Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 317 Pulitzer Prize Winner! Nobel Prize Nominee!
Principal Butler's facial muscles twitched and he almost burst into swearing.

Damn Robinson, I asked you to help me out, not to fan the flames.

There was a lot of discussion in the conference hall, and the professors expressed their opinions. Obviously, the Nobel Prize was even more explosive.

Burns, the leader of the "opposition", was the first to jump out and speak.

"Mr. Robinson, you may be confused. We are discussing the Pulitzer Prize, not the Nobel Prize nomination. If you want to nominate a Chinese, you can find a qualified gentleman yourself, and you don't need to bring it up here."

Since the Chinese Laborers Incident, in the eyes of many Americans, the impression of Chinese people has been associated with terms such as low and backward.

In addition, there is the inherent impression that the Qing Dynasty left on Westerners.

The ugly image of a man with a big golden ponytail is what most Americans think of the Chinese.

Naturally, they could not accept that a Chinese person could surpass all Westerners and win three Pulitzer Prizes in one go, making history.

Honestly speaking, according to Burns, Bao Guowei should not even be awarded a Pulitzer Prize.

Burns was very excited, but Robinson, who made the shocking suggestion, was very calm. He shook his head and said.

"No, no, no, Mr. Burns, I'm just talking about the Pulitzer Prize."

Burns was stunned and confused for a moment, thinking that the other party was playing a trick on him.

He said angrily: "You were clearly talking about the Nobel Prize just now. What does it have to do with the Pulitzer Prize? Mr. Robinson, although you are the president of the Historical Association, you cannot humiliate a professor like this."

Others couldn't stand it anymore and echoed the sentiment.

"Professor Burns is right. The Nobel Prize is not what we are discussing today. Whether to recommend Mr. Bao is still under discussion."

"Professor Robinson, have you forgotten that the nomination period for the Nobel Prize has passed on February 2 of this year? Now the Nobel Prize candidates have passed several rounds of screening. There is no precedent for the Nobel Prize to add candidates midway, just like there is no precedent for the Pulitzer Prize in Literature to be awarded to a foreigner."

Another, a historian who obviously knew Robinson better, said with a smile.

"Professor Robinson, do you think that Guns, Germs, and Steel is consistent with your philosophy? Your 'New School of History' was inspired by it, right? But for this reason, don't you think it's ridiculous to say such a thing?"

The more they talked, the more excited they became, and it seemed as if everyone wanted to drown Robinson with their saliva.

But he remained calm and asked back.

"Can you guys wait for me to finish?"

High IQ and high quality are never necessarily positively correlated.

These professors were very sharp in their scolding and didn't give Robinson any room to speak.

"Please be quiet and wait for Professor Robinson to finish his opinion. Gentlemen, please maintain your composure."

Principal Butler slammed the table heavily and rubbed his brows. He never thought that a Chinese person could cause the entire Pulitzer Prize jury to quarrel.

In fact, the judging panel has undergone several reorganizations.

At first, all three judging panels decided to give the award to Bao Guowei, but when the results came out, something was wrong. One person actually won three awards, which was unacceptable to everyone.

So the debate began, and when the second vote came, no award went to Bao Guowei.

At this time, some people jumped out to express their opposition, especially Professor O'Neill, who came all the way from abroad to persuade the jury to award the Pulitzer Prize to Bao Guowei.

Now, even Butler doesn't know what to do.

When the meeting room quieted down, Butler looked at Robinson and said, "Professor, please tell me what you think? Do we really want everyone to try their best to nominate Bao Guowei for the Nobel Prize to compensate for his loss in the Pulitzer Prize?"

Thinking of this, Butler laughed and felt it was a bit ridiculous.

But Robinson was a little surprised, with an expression of how did you know on his face, and nodded and said.

"That is exactly what I mean, sir."

"You" Butler was suddenly speechless.

Robinson smiled and explained, "Perhaps I should explain it in more detail. The problem with this selection is that all three of Bao Guowei's works are excellent and can win the Pulitzer Prize because they have had a great impact in the United States since their release. Am I wrong, Mr. President?"

Butler thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That makes sense." "And the point of the debate, gentlemen, is about Bao Guowei's nationality and race. If he were a white man or an American, I'm afraid many professors here would be able to praise him to the sky. Unfortunately, he is only a Chinese. Am I wrong, gentlemen?"

Robinson looked around with some sarcasm. The professors who had been arrogant suddenly stopped talking, just opened their mouths and turned away angrily.

Although they are reluctant to admit it, Robinson's analysis is exactly what they think, but no one wants to be labeled as a racist.

But Mr. O'Neill, who had been silent, felt relieved. He stood up and said, "Right! It couldn't be more right!"

Robinson smiled, spread his hands and said, "So my opinion couldn't be more correct. The Nobel Prize doesn't have this problem. That's why they are more authoritative and more persuasive than us. They don't care about the nationality of the nominees, at least not as much as the Pulitzer Prize."

"Hahahaha!" O'Neal was about to burst out laughing in his seat. Hearing Robinson indirectly scolding these professors as racists, O'Neal felt indescribably happy. "That makes sense! Professor Robinson is a funny guy."

The "opposition" led by Burns looked more miserable than if they had eaten shit.

Principal Butler sighed. He really couldn't handle the mutual attacks between the professors, and said speechlessly.

"So, what exactly is Mr. Robinson's opinion?"

"There is no such problem with the Pulitzer Prize for History, so the history category will be given to Mr. Bao Guowei, which means that Guns, Germs, and Steel is the winner of this year's Pulitzer Prize for History. As for Answers and To Live, my opinion is to mobilize the power of the organizing committee and push them into the Nobel Prize selection next year!"

Butler finally heard the opinion. He lowered his head and thought for a while. After thinking about it, he felt that this method was indeed the safest.

It does not violate the purpose or rules of the award, and it also allows Bao Guowei's influence in the United States to be recognized.

I hope no one will have any objections this time?

He looked at the professors present.

"Gentlemen, do you have any comments?"

Burns sneered at Robinson and said, "Professor Robinson, do you think a Chinese kid can really win the Nobel Prize? He is only seventeen years old and will be eighteen next year. If he wins the prize, it will be a historic achievement."

"Yes! Yes! The last youngest Nobel Prize winner was Lawrence Bragg. He won the Nobel Prize in Physics, but he shared the award with his father. His achievement was the Bragg law of X-ray diffraction. It would be difficult to surpass him."

"Even the United States doesn't have its first Nobel Prize winner in literature. You're talking about an Oriental kid. That's really ridiculous!"

This is true. The first American to win the Nobel Prize in Literature was Lewis, who received the award in late 1930. There is indeed no one in the current timeline.

Suddenly, someone said it.

"I can help Mr. Bao contact the British literary giant Mr. Bernard Shaw and nominate him for the Nobel Prize in Literature."

For a moment, the meeting hall fell silent again.

Everyone turned their eyes to that corner.

If not Lewis, then who is it?
Principal Butler frowned. He was no longer willing to dwell on this matter. Since the procedure was correct, he made the decision immediately.

"It has been decided that this year's Pulitzer Prize in History will go to Mr. Bao Guowei."

He turned to look at Lewis.

"I am writing to England with you, Mr. Lewis."

The latter nodded, ignored the chatter of others, picked up the book "The Old Man and the Sea" in his hand, and continued to read it attentively.

While the dispute over the Pulitzer Prize was raging at Columbia University in the United States, Bao Guowei, the center of the vortex, was not in the mood to care about it.

No matter what Pulitzer Prize or Nobel Prize.

Nothing can compare to the person lying in the mansion.

Bao Guowei and Zhang Nianyue were exhausted and rushed to Zhang Mansion in Gusu after getting off the train.

Finally, on the next morning, in front of the Zhang Mansion, I saw Zhang Taiyan’s wife, Zhang Nianyue’s mother, Tang Guoli.

Zhang Nianyue felt a lump in her throat and immediately threw herself into Tang Guoli's arms.

"mother!"

(End of this chapter)