"The bonus is only 50,000 US dollars, which is not enough for anything."

Lin Chaoyang finally saw what it means to be shameless, "'Talent'? It's not enough to give me a bonus, but you also want me to give some blood? If I win a prize for co-writing, you have to contribute some too?"

Ma Feng was ridiculed, but he didn't feel angry at all. Instead, he was enthusiastic.

"Oops! Isn't this really difficult? When we set up that foundation, we relied entirely on donations from big investors, so we couldn't make ends meet!"

The foundation Ma Feng refers to is the "Chinese Literature Foundation", which was established a few years ago by Mr. Huo from Xiangjiang and Mr. Ma from Haojiang with a donation of 8 million yuan.

"I know it's difficult, it's extremely difficult, but the landlord doesn't have any food left!"

Seeing Lin Chaoyang's recommendation, Ma Feng quickly said, "Why don't you donate some, even just a little?"

Hearing that his tone became softer, Lin Chaoyang changed his attitude, "Just a little?"

Ma Feng nodded, "A little."

After donating 30 million yuan to the Asian Games, Lin Chaoyang knew that this kind of thing would definitely happen in the future.

Lin Chaoyang has no objection to this kind of foundation. When it was established, everyone had good intentions. The only thing worth worrying about is whether they can maintain their original intentions after a few years.

Donations are fine, but he doesn't want the money to go to waste, let alone gain weight.

"Then donate 20,000."

Hearing this, Ma Feng looked worried and pulled Wang Meng over, "We two ministerial-level cadres are begging you.

You just donate 20,000?"

"What are you doing? Ministerial cadres want to rob me openly?"

Ma Feng immediately changed his smile and said, "How can I? I won't discuss this with you. 20,000 is indeed a bit low and not worthy of your status."

"Who am I?"

"The richest man in literature!"

"Who said that?"

"Everyone recognizes it!"

"Don't give me ecstasy. My money is hard-earned."

"Isn't it right? Why did I hear that Yushu has opened several listed companies in Xiangjiang?"

"Okay! Come prepared."

"This is what Lao Wang told me." Ma Feng sold Wang Meng completely.

Under Lin Chaoyang's glance, Wang Meng showed a guilty conscience.

Ma Feng said at this time: "How about you donate 2 million and I'll let you be a director?"

"Hey! You're selling your official title, right?" Lin Chaoyang said in an exaggerated tone.

"What's the point of selling official titles? We are uniting comrades."

""Two million for a director, you directors are really expensive. Besides, Lao Wang——

Lin Chaoyang turned to Wang Meng and asked, "If you donate 2 million to the foundation, can't you become a director?"

Wang Meng felt guilty and nodded honestly.

Lin Chaoyang looked at Ma Feng again. Ma Feng's face was slightly embarrassed, but he didn't want to fool him.

"Then what, if you donate more, I will make you the chairman of the board. This is not something you can do just by donating money."

Lin Chaoyang asked: "Old Ma, are you telling the truth? Just now you said you would donate 'a little', and now you are saying 'donate more'."

"No conflict. The hair you pluck is thicker than our waists. A little is a lot to us."

Ma Feng tried to continue brainwashing Lin Chaoyang, but he did not accept this trick at all. The false reputation of being a foundation director had no appeal to him.

"Come on. If you want to donate millions, I will donate them to Project Hope. I'll give you the US$50,000 bonus." Lin Chaoyang said.

Ma Feng smacked his lips, "Okay."

He and Wang Meng came today, one to announce the good news, and the other to collect donations.

Don't think what he said is exaggerated, but no one can force donations, and they have to do what they can. What he said just now is completely to make a three-pointer first if there are dates or not.

Seeing that Lin Chaoyang was so rational and was not blown away by his sweet words, Ma Feng could only give up.

Fifty thousand U.S. dollars is not a lot. According to the current exchange rate, it is more than 200,000 yuan.

"Thank you Comrade Chaoyang for your outstanding contribution to the development of literature in our country!" Ma Feng said grandly.

"What you said, my leader, is so eloquent." Lin Chaoyang moved.

"~You are now an internationally renowned writer after all. You must have a pattern!"

Ma Feng changed the topic and said: "The news of winning the award will be published tomorrow. Our literary and art association will send you a congratulatory letter. It is an old tradition of the literary and art association to send congratulatory letters when you win an award. Lin Chaoyang nodded.

"We will hold a symposium next Tuesday, which can be regarded as a commendation meeting." Ma Feng added.

"If there is anything else, please finish it in one go."

Ma Feng then talked about a few more activities, including meetings, speeches, and reports, nothing new.

It is not easy for China to have a winner of the Neustadt International Literature Prize, known as the "American Nobel Prize for Literature"

How can the Literary and Art Association’s propaganda work without much fanfare?

"Chaoyang, I heard that writers who win the Neustadt International Literature Prize have a high chance of winning the Nobel Prize for Literature!" Ma Feng said in a faint tone.

Lin Chaoyang's attitude was indifferent, "Who can say for sure about winning an award?"

"You haven't thought about it for a while?"

"Is it useful for me to think freely? It's the icing on the cake. Thinking too much is not asking for trouble."

Ma Feng showed appreciation and thought Lin Chaoyang's mentality was very good.

"That's right. It should be yours sooner or later."

After chatting for a while, Ma Feng and Wang Meng left.

Less than two hours later, Li Tuo excitedly opened the courtyard door of Xiaoliubukou Alley and barged in, shouting.

"Chaoyang, you are so awesome!"

Li Tuo has many connections and is well-informed, so it's not surprising that he came over so quickly.

The winner was Lin Chaoyang, but he seemed to be in even more excitement than Lin Chaoyang.

After talking to Lin Chaoyang for a long time, he made a request to Lin Chaoyang. He asked Lin Chaoyang to write a short article for "Yenjing Literature" to talk about his feelings about winning the award.

While the two were talking, several more friends came to Lin Chaoyang's house.

They all came here after hearing the news about him winning the award.

"Everyone is here today, so it's a lively evening to celebrate Chaoyang's honor!" Li Tuo suggested.

Wherever he is there, there will never be a lack of excitement.

After saying this, Li Tuo started to make plans and called his friends one by one. Those who couldn't be contacted by phone,

Just let people find it.

From the afternoon to the evening, more than thirty people came to Lin Chaoyang's house. Even Shi Tiesheng, who was in a wheelchair, was invited by him.

For most domestic writers, winning a national award such as the Mao Dun Literary Award in China is already a dream for many people. International literary awards are too far away for everyone.

Therefore, when everyone heard that Lin Chaoyang won the Neustadt International Literature Prize, known as the "American Nobel Prize for Literature," it was difficult to feel jealous.

It's more about envy, admiration and even worship.

We are all colleagues engaged in literary creation, and we are well aware of the difficulty of winning international literary awards.

What it requires is not only that the work has a certain degree of popularity overseas, but also that the international judges highly recognize the work and the author.

Moreover, the Neustadt International Literature Prize is not Lin Chaoyang’s first international literary award.

From the Lenaudeau Literary Prize three years ago to today's Neustadt International Literary Prize, the weight of the award has undoubtedly become more important, and to some extent it reflects the changes in Lin Chaoyang's international influence over the past few years.

Among contemporary Chinese writers, this is definitely the first one!

Among the people who came today was Wang Shuo, who has been very popular in the past two years. During the party, he listened to everyone boasting about Lin Chaoyang's overseas achievements, and thought to himself that he was so lively, as if he had something to do with you.

"Master Shuo, when will the TV series you are planning be released?" Liu Heng asked Wang Shuo.

"It's coming soon, it will be broadcast next month."

Someone nearby listened to the conversation between the two and also participated.

"You've finished your career in the film industry and now you're starting your career in TV dramas, right?" Chen Jianyu joked.

"Damn, isn't this just to earn some planning fees?" Wang Shuo said with a smile.

"Alas! Do you see it? This is called death by drought and death by waterlogging.

People who earn royalties think about how to make money all day long. We can't even earn three melons or two dates from royalties.

It’s hard to write much.
To be continued...