Reborn Cultural Empire

() In this life, with the strong evidence presented by Yang Yi and Luo Ge, although the inspection team was established a year earlier, it is still the original team, and then the various investigators dispatched from Jiangbei Province and Shanghai The Yingmen continued to enter Yuezhou through a series of secret channels. Starting from the Minghui Group, they followed the clues and investigated Cao Jianguo step by step.

At that time, in order to cooperate with the investigation of the inspection team, the Jinling side of Jiangbei Province sent an inspection invitation to Yuezhou zhengfu a week in advance, and then the investigation team took advantage of Cao Jianguo's absence from the old nest and was unable to integrate and control the forces of his subordinates, so they focused on assaulting Minghui. The group's subordinate engineering construction unit and financial department, by the way, even a few people under the name of other people, in fact, it is Minghui Group, which is the nightclub funded by Xiao Guotao, and they also searched "" .At that time, Xiao Guotao was enjoying the gentle service of two young models in a hot spring club, but he didn't expect that he was taken away by the public security personnel who broke into the door before he had time to eat the tofu from the models.At that time, he opened his mouth and said, "Are you from the Municipal Bureau, or which department? Do you want me to call Mayor Cao?".It turned out that Cao Jianguo had been lured to the capital of a neighboring province for surveillance, which made him a little confused.

But Xiao Guotao is also a hero. When he knew that Cao Jianguo couldn't take care of him, he gritted his teeth and persisted for nearly a day and a half. The news almost leaked out, and Cao Jianguo, who was not far away, had a chance to move around. and time.In the end, it was after letting go of that videotape that he turned pale and finally confessed his crime.

The interrogation work on both sides was going on at the same time, not to mention the fact that members of the Cao family were arrested, and those who were not charged enough to be prosecuted would only be dealt with within the organization.It's also a day of panic.And those who were suppressed by Cao Jianguo in the past, and those who just stood up and planned to trust the municipal committee shuji.It's when everyone celebrates and chats in private.They are all lamenting that life is such a fantasy.

This is the case within the agency system. Naturally, no one is in the mood to deal with other matters, especially the Cultural Affairs Bureau and the Radio and Television. Regarding the reception of Zhongshucheng, but now that Cao Jianguo is down, they, the former mayor's men, are worried before it's too late, so they don't have the heart to help the tiger.On the contrary, there is such a voice in Yangyi Culture that everyone surnamed Cao has fallen, maybe we don’t have to move, and the bookstore doesn’t have to be mortgaged to repay the loan.

However, these voices only fell into Rogo's ears. Yang Yi also heard some rumors from the fat man on the phone from across the ocean, but he was happy to leave it to the other party to have a headache, while his thoughts were all in front of his eyes. trip to Cambridge.

Yesterday's awards ceremony went smoothly, but it was probably due to the restrictions on some admissions by the Booker Prize jury.In fact, Vic van Boel, a feminist fighter, admired Yang Yi.It is far from being because the latter wrote an article that pays attention to and eulogizes women, except that when the final winner was selected, she gave "Soil Pimple" and Yang Yi an extremely powerful source of voice, even at the invitation to the meeting on the personnel list.A lot of effort has been put into it. For example, the BBC, the number one news media in Britain, which has always been extremely hostile to China, only got a place for a writer and a photojournalist.

But all of this was limited to the interior of the awards venue, when Yang Yi managed to escape from the siege of celebrities and news media.When they walked out of the London City Hall, some people were already dissatisfied with the results of this year's Booker Prize selection.They all surrounded him in a swarm, and the behavior of Yue Yue Bao was the most unbearable.In the eyes of teenagers.These white-skinned ghosts with big noses are hysterical and insane, and they all want to bite off a piece of flesh from him.

"Mr. Yong.eel, how do you feel about winning this year's Booker Prize? The book "Soil Pimple" you wrote specially is to describe the history of red China and expose the dark history of discrimination against women , Or is it to shadow she that this country still retains the ignorant tradition? It is said that in your country, women do not get better educational opportunities, and after returning to their individual families, they must serve their husbands wholeheartedly. But you don’t have the corresponding rights, do you?”

"Mr. Yang Yi, do you think that the selection of this year's Booker Prize is due to you choosing a subject that suits the taste of the jury by chance, or because the jury wants to use your identity to create a shameful hype? "

Similar questions kept popping up, and being surrounded by these excited and unpredictable reporters, the boy couldn't even hear the questions from those reporters who were a bit fair.

"Excuse me, do you have a religion? Is it Orthodox, Catholic, or Protestant?" A sharp light flashed in Yang's eyes, and then he smiled at a group of coaxing but malicious opponents.

"What?" The reporter who was suddenly pointed at by the young man was stunned, and then he realized what the other party asked. He thought that this boy from the East must have his head caught by the gorgeous and solemn gate of the city hall, otherwise what would happen? Would you ask such an idiotic question?The reporter with the Mediterranean bald head and hooked nose, his so-called idiot does not mean the simplicity of the answer to the question, but the teenager left him with a new excuse for attack: "Of course I believe, I am a devout Catholic. But in In your country, I heard that the people there have no faith? Is this true?"

Then his partner let out a very contrived "Wow", as if hearing some terrible horror.

"I'm sorry, what you've heard are all wrong rumors. We Chinese people have beliefs, and what we believe in is the culture and blood that have been passed down for thousands of years." Yang Yi showed a mocking expression, and then said in Chinese: "Hua People take the meaning of the essence and broadness, and things take the image of beauty and prosperity; Xia, the family inherits the rites and laws of the sages, and the country comes from the inheritance of interests. I can only say this sentence in Chinese, because it is very Sorry, English cannot express the true inner meaning of this sentence."

After slightly irritating the blind reporter, Yang Yi picked up his idiomatic English again: "I asked you if you have the meaning of faith, and I want you to swear by your God that you really go Have you ever been to China? If you haven’t been, how can you be sure that my country is exactly what you describe? Please answer me directly, Mr. Reporter. Don’t think about evasion and perfunctory.”

Being questioned about his own beliefs, Ji Mediterranean couldn't sit still.It seems that the bald area on the top of the head has also become red because of excitement: "Although your question is too impolite and suspected of violating other people's beliefs, I still want to tell you that even if I have never been to Huaxia, I have passed various I have learned about it through the way, so are all Chinese writers now like you, who have never even read the Internet and radio and television?"

Yang Yi smiled and looked around. He was standing on the street in front of the city hall gate. He had to say that the ground under his feet was really clean.The cool sunlight shines through the buildings behind it and falls on the water of the Thames River, making the somewhat hazy river water suddenly bright. It is enough to suffocate questioning and accountability.It's a pity that for the young man who has done sufficient preparations before his trip to Britain, these questions are not unsolvable problems: "There is the Internet, and there is also a lot of radio and television. But what I want to say Yes, if I want to slander your belief that you are not pious, the cost will be just 2 minutes of Internet access, or a little more cost of broadcasting TV programs. What do you think?"

"Protest, I want to protest!" The reporter who was exposed all of a sudden blushed instantly: "You are naked slander and slander, you have insulted my faith..."

Yang Yi interrupted him unceremoniously: "I just gave you back what you did to our country before. Don't tell me there is no evidence to talk nonsense about such things. Is it the privilege of your Moon News? It's just horrific, and I didn't know that your news freedom also included fabrications that had no basis in fact."

"My dear little sir. Your behavior does not meet the requirements of a gentleman." Seeing his colleagues being severely humiliated, Pangbian seemed kind, and he did not join the siege of Yang. The reporter squeezed forward very sadly: "Anyway, it's not appropriate to attack a person's life beliefs."

Yang nodded, and smiled at the big man who was still well-founded: "I am helping him test his belief. If his belief is extremely firm, then according to God's 'If someone hits you on the left cheek, Then you must stretch out your right cheek to let him slap' instruction, he should be treated like this by me; but if his belief is not pious, then it means that he has been telling lies from the beginning."

"Sharp words, but not very friendly." A staff member from Booker Company in Pangbian heard someone make such comments, and hurriedly stopped the reporters outside, fearing that any further quarrel between the two sides would make this awards ceremony a literary circle. At the same time, he did not forget to say helplessly to Yang Yi: "Sir, the official award ceremony is over, and you have the right to refuse their interview."

Listening to the questions still ringing in his ears, and the never-ending sound of the camera shutter, Yang Yi couldn't help laughing at himself, thinking that he might be the most aggressive Booker Prize winner ever, but okay? What was broadcast in the mainstream media must be the interview in the city hall just now, not the siege of these reporters now. will look good.

But he will definitely not lose his momentum just now, because after the awards ceremony just ended, in the follow-up interviews and exchanges in the city hall, he has brought a brand-new image of a Chinese boy to the British upper class. It is not enough to create topics with all kinds of sensational remarks like tabloid reporters. They have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, and the most important thing is that they also have a certain right to speak, and being friends with people who can be friends is enough.Moreover, age, which used to be his weakness and flaw in the past, has now become his strength. Young people, who is not sharp?Compared with those cutting-edge postmodernist writers who won the Goncourt Literature Prize on the other side of the strait, his words are already very approachable.

So on the second day, he was invited to the British Museum, and he was accompanied by the deputy dean of King's College, Cambridge, and the British writer Ben Black, who also has the dual status of Random House's guest writer and honorary commentator. Ming, the 66-year-old foreigner, was known as the young lion of the British literary world when he was young. He was once honored as a literary knight by the British royal family, and he was also awarded the French art and literary knight on the other side of the strait. In Yang Yi's view, the medal, accompanied by such an old man, is obviously the "operation" of Random House for him.