"It's a pretty idea. Can I let you be the chairman of the jury?"

Lin Chaoyang's sarcasm did not dispel Li Tuo's ambition. He brought a bunch of people over today. What is this called? This is called public opinion!

"Why can't we be judges?"

"Don't tell me, go to the Literary and Art Association to apply. The organizational principles and award rules of the Zhuang Chongwen Literary Award have been set, and the writer judges are invitation-only.

You are so familiar, how easy is it to get an invitation? Are you going to be a judge-——·

Lin Chaoyang's eyes fell on Li Tuo, looking him up and down, making him feel a little uncomfortable. He thought that Lin Chaoyang wanted to belittle him again, and was just thinking about how to retort, but he didn't expect Lin Chaoyang to say: "It's quite appropriate!"

Hearing this, Li Tuo was overjoyed.

"Really? I said that I am suitable to be a judge. In terms of theoretical knowledge and reading volume, there are few in the literary world today who can be better than me!"

When Li Tuo was feeling complacent, several people behind him asked.

"Chaoyang, what about us? What about us?"

Lin Chaoyang glanced at the others, "You guys can't do that!'

"Why?"

"Why not?"

Several people were anxious, and Chen Jiangong became even more angry: "He, Li Tuo, can be a judge, why can't we?"

",What do you mean? What do you mean I can be a judge?"

Li Tuo asked very unhappy.

"Don't say anything yet, I'm asking Chaoyang!"

"Why do you tell me not to speak? You insulted me, and I can't express my dissatisfaction, right?"

"Don't be so messy!"

"Master Tuo, Jian Gong didn't mean that!"

"Then what does he mean? You bunch of wallflowers—"

The few chatted for a while, the room was noisy, Lin Chaoyang was watching the fun, Tao Yushu had no choice but to call Chen Kaige to go next door to talk about business.

Li Tuo shouted: "Let Chaoyang say, there must be a reason why he is optimistic about me being a judge. As for you not being a judge, there must be a reason."

As he spoke, he did not forget to cast disdainful looks at several of his friends.

Everyone was indignant, but felt that Li Tuo's words were somewhat reasonable, and they all looked at Lin Chaoyang.

The scene was similar to a primary school student waiting for the teacher to hand out a small red flower.

"This————-the reason is mainly because the requirements for judges in the award rules are relatively strict.

The works of the current jury are not eligible for selection. In addition, the works of the judges will not be eligible for the next two sessions. Lin Chaoyang briefly explained this rule. Everyone reacted for a while. Chen Jiangong was the first to laugh.

Then several other people also reacted, and they burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"Haha, oops—""

Li Tuo's face was as dark as the soles of his shoes at this moment, and he looked at Lin Chaoyang with eyes full of resentment.

"Why are you looking at me like that? This rule is not intentionally aimed at you. Who makes you half-hearted all day long?

Can’t write anything?”

Li Tuoqiang defended himself: "I don't call it half-hearted, it's just drawing on analogies and reading a lot of books."

"Yes, yes. You are well-read, but you don't write books."

The conversation between the two aroused even more unbridled ridicule from others.

Li Tuo opened his eyes wide, his face turned blue and red for a while. He held on with strength, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

argued:

"Writing a book--doesn't it also require collecting inspiration to write a book? A writer--is not a coder and writes books all day long, then--

Is it still called art?”

The words that followed were difficult to understand, such as "date with inspiration", "root in reality", etc., which caused everyone to laugh even more, and the room was filled with a happy atmosphere.

After a while, everyone finally laughed enough, and Li Tuo finally picked up his poor self-esteem.

"Don't be dissatisfied. If you could write more like them, you wouldn't be the judge." Lin Chaoyang said, holding back a smile.

Li Tuo said unconvinced: "They are not qualified to be the ones they want to be!"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, but no one argued with Li Tuo anymore. They all agreed that no one was more suitable to be the judge than Li Tuo.

"Chaoyang, what is the process of the Zhuang Chongwen Literary Award? Please tell us in detail!"

In fact, a few people just heard that the Literary and Art Association was going to hold a heavyweight award recently. They heard that the prize money was not low, and they didn't know the actual situation. Lin Chaoyang told them about the situation.

When they heard "a single bonus of 100,000 yuan", several people were so surprised that their eyes turned red.

"Really 100,000 yuan?"

"With three individual awards, wouldn't the total prize be NT$300,000?"

"Chaoyang, you really attracted a rich man this time!"

Everyone marveled, Lin Chaoyang waved his hand and said: "It has nothing to do with me. Mr. Zhuang originally wanted to hold a prize, and he happened to find me when I was in Xiangjiang."

Zheng Wanlong couldn't help but think about it: "If I win a prize of 100,000 yuan, I won't have to worry about it in my life! What kind of class will I have to work for?"

Li Tuo said scornfully: "Look at your little fortune! What's wrong with 100,000 yuan? Isn't Chaoyang rich now?"

"So he doesn't go to work!"

"He didn't go to work, but he didn't miss writing the book!"

"If I had 100,000 yuan, I wouldn't go to work and write a book."

Everyone joked and laughed for a while, and then became concerned about the award evaluation cycle and time.

"The awards are reviewed every two years, and the publication time for the works is one month before the official award.

Preliminary preparations will take one or two months. The Cultural Association and I have tentatively decided that the preliminary selection will be in April, the final selection will be in May, and the awards will be awarded in June.

As for the specific time, it will be determined after the preparatory work is completed, and it should be announced in early April."

After listening to what Lin Chaoyang said, several people analyzed it and found that among them, only Chen Jiangong and Zheng Fanglong had a few short stories that met the award requirements.

"It's a pity that Chengji's "The Black Stallion" was published a year early, otherwise it would have been a strong contender for the Best Novella Award."

"Don't say these useless things. If you want to win awards, write more. Don't be like some people who can only be a judge."

Li Tuo was caught off guard and was hurt by Lin Chaoyang's "hidden arrow". He felt angry and said, "When I become a judge, you can't expect your work to win awards."

"My book is not included in the review, so you have no chance of being eliminated." Lin Chaoyang said in a brisk tone.

Everyone looked surprised, and Li Tuo couldn't help but ask: "Isn't your novel participating in the review?"

"Melon fields and plum trees!" Lin Chaoyang only said four words, and everyone understood.

On the one hand, I feel a little admired, but on the other hand, I feel that it is natural.

National Outstanding Short Story Award, Novella Award, Mao Dun Literary Award, Renaudot Literary Award - Lin Chaoyang has won enough heavyweight literary awards in recent years, and this honor is not lacking.

When it comes to bonuses, Lin Chaoyang is even better.

As the first writer in China to receive royalties, his works often cost millions of copies. The royalties from publishing a novel are enough for many writers to write for a lifetime.

Fame and wealth are abundant, and in the Chinese literary world, Lin Chaoyang has become aloof to a large extent.

Li Tuo hesitated and said, "Then I won't be a judge anymore."

Lin Chaoyang behaved with such high integrity, he felt that if he became a judge, he would be a bit suspected of favoritism.

Lin Chaoyang said, "It's okay. You deserve to be the judge. Everyone will agree."

Everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing again.

Li Tuo's face turned red, and he finally suppressed a curse: "Your uncle!"

After chatting about the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award, everyone chatted about home affairs for a while and planned to have lunch at Lin Chaoyang's house before leaving.

Chen Jiangong sat next to Lin Chaoyang and said, "Chaoyang, are you free recently?"

"Is something wrong?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

"It's not me, it's Jianying who wants to interview you."

Lin Chaoyang's eyes were strange, "Why should I ask you if she wants to interview her?"

"A few days ago, some classmates from the class in Yanjing had a gathering, and she mentioned this matter. Maybe she thought I was familiar with you."

"She is welcome to interview anytime." Lin Chaoyang said.

When Liang Zuo organized a class reunion last year, Cha Jianying was also there. She mentioned that she wanted to interview Lin Chaoyang, but she never contacted Lin Chaoyang after that.

This time, I contacted him specifically through Chen Jiangong, probably because I felt that my relationship with Lin Chaoyang was too unfamiliar, so I was sorry.
To be continued...