Wei Junyi nodded slightly. She knew something about Lin Chaoyang. She had already figured out the reason why "Shutter Island" was not given to "Contemporary". What she said just now was just to find a reason to talk.

"The influence of "October" is still a little bit behind. Our humanities club has always given you good treatment. If you have any requirements, you can communicate with us."

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said nothing. "October" did not ask me to take the initiative to raise the standards, but raised the standards itself.

Looking at Lin Chaoyang's expression, Wei Junyi secretly cursed that naughty boy.

"It's been a while since "Shutter Island" was published, and the publication should be put on the agenda. Come to our agency tomorrow and we'll talk in detail."

Seeing that there was something negotiable in the old lady's words, Lin Chaoyang nodded calmly, "Okay."

While the two were talking, the leader on the stage had finished speaking, and the next step was the award-giving session.

First, more than 20 young writers took the stage, many of whom were no longer young writers, but middle-aged writers.

After the writers stood still on the stage, Lin Chaoyang and several other judges came on stage to present awards to everyone.

Most of the six people on the jury are respected old comrades. Liu Xinwu, the second youngest, looks a little older than his actual age, but he can still hold his own.

Only Lin Chaoyang, a judge in his twenties, was particularly eye-catching when he stood on the stage.

Especially when awarding awards to writers, Lin Chaoyang stood together with writers who were older than him, making people who didn't know the inside story think that Lin Chaoyang was the winning writer.
Chapter completed!