At around 11 o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Zhichao, president of the Chinese Writers Association, called over.

Ding Peng was really not surprised by this call.

Because he knew that the Nobel Prize in Literature would hold a prize ceremony in a few days.

But when encountering this incident, Ding Peng felt that it was really bad to collide with the award ceremony.

If this was not the case, if I didn’t receive the award, at most I would offend the Nobel Prizes group.

But now it’s different. If this matter is not handled well, and if you deliberately don’t receive the prize, there will be more people who offend this.

He really didn't expect that things would suddenly have such a bad situation.

"Mao Dan, am I too outstanding? God is jealous? This is a two-pronged rhythm, and this broken system is also the same. Tell me if this punishment task is too inhumane? Are you trying to make me seek death?"

After answering the phone, things were exactly the same as what I thought.

Yang Zhichao was so happy that he couldn't even close his mouth and said, "Mr. Ding, this is such a great thing."

"What's the matter?" Ding Peng said lukewarmly.

Yang Zhichao was stunned. He also heard that Ding Peng was a little unhappy, but he didn't know why, after all, he didn't pay attention to entertainment news.

"Uh~~Mr. Ding, just now our Writers Association received an invitation from the Ruidian Nobel Prize Organizing Committee, saying that your novel "The Old Man and the Sea" has been nominated for this Nobel Prize. This is really great, it's great, you know? Mr. Ding, you are the first writer, thinker and educator in our country to be nominated for the Nobel Prize."

“…”

Ding Peng was speechless.

Your sister, when did I become so many families?

I'm just an old man, okay?

"Ahem, President Yang, you've been too rewarded."

"Absolutely, Mr. Ding, I knew that your "Old Man and the Sea" was extraordinary. It will definitely attract the attention and love of many international literary masters, and it is likely to win some international awards. But I really didn't expect that the first award would be the Nobel Prize. You don't know. After seeing this news, I still feel like I'm dreaming. Some of us in China were nominated for the Nobel Prize, which broke the record of China's nomination for so many years. This is to be remembered by history. Mr. Ding, congratulations!"

Yang Zhichao was obviously overexcited. Ding Peng didn't say anything at all, but he said a lot of things himself.

Ding Peng smiled and said, "Okay, I know, are there anything else? I'll die first. I'm a little busy now."

Yang Zhichao: "..."

Damn, are you a little busy now?

Brother, what is this important thing about you?

That's the Nobel Prize in Literature. You have been nominated. After the results are officially announced in two days, do you know that you are likely to win the award?

This is a huge thing that you will be remembered forever. After all, you are the first writer in China to be nominated or even won by the Nobel Prize. This kind of honor is countless writers in China for so many years and cannot get it. Why are you so calm?

Yang Zhichao was very puzzled.

"Mr. Ding, do you have time now? I hope you can come to the China Writers Association. This matter is of great significance. Many reporters have come to the Writers Association to interview you, but you also know that you are not a member of the Writers Association for the time being, so..."

"Haha, I really haven't had time these two days. Sorry, President Yang, I'll die first."

"Mr. Ding, Ding..."

Doudu...

Conference room of the headquarters of China Writers Association.

Yang Zhichao looked at the phone that had been hung up, and this guy almost ran away.

Brother, what I am telling you is a great thing that will make you famous for all ages. Why do you hang up the phone and say hang up?

Looking at Yang Zhichao with a confused look on his face, the group of literary masters next to him looked at me one by one, and I looked at you, thinking what's going on?

"President, how is the situation?" Liao Kai asked.

He used to be very disliked by Ding Peng, but now he is not qualified to be disliked by Ding Peng again.

No matter how powerful he was before, Ding Peng's novel was directly nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature. This award is enough to prove that his strength is several streets ahead of him.

If he despises Ding Peng again now, he will be laughed to death.

Moreover, the old man is a general person and knows what Ding Peng's "The Old Man and the Sea" nomination by the Nobel Prize means to China and the Chinese literary world.

This is making history.

At this time, he would not dare to cause any trouble for Ding Peng, because this was a major event in history. If he had a feud with Ding Peng, then he would be a villain when introducing Ding Peng's story. The price was too high, and it would be terrible just thinking about it.

So Liao Kai and his group are now trying to ease their relationship with Ding Peng as much as possible, so they are more concerned about Ding Peng's nomination for the Nobel Prize.

It just seemed that something was wrong, and President Yang didn't seem very happy.

After Liao Kai asked, no one else dared to speak, and they all looked at Yang Zhichao.

Yang Zhichao sighed and said, "The matter has been notified by Mr. Ding, but unfortunately Mr. Ding is a little busy now and doesn't care about this."

"What?"

After hearing from Yang Zhichao, Ding Peng is so busy that he can't even take care of the Nobel Prize, and all the people are in a mess.

"Damn, what's going on with this guy? Is he a fool?"

"...If you can't speak, don't say it. If Ding Peng is a fool, then aren't we worse than fools?"

"That's right, even a fool can win the Nobel Prize nomination, and we can't even touch the Nobel Prize hair. Are you scolding Ding Peng or wanting to scold us?"

"I... misunderstanding, everyone, I just feel uncomfortable. Tell me what else is more important than the Nobel Prize nomination? You must know that this is a historical precedent in the Chinese literary world. This is a big thing to keep a name in history. He actually said that there are other things, why can't this person tell the difference?"

"My brain, I really want to go to Dongling to tie Ding Peng up. I have never seen such a calm person. Facing the Nobel Prize for Literature, I should say that he has the style of a big shot or that he has been too pretentious?"

"Hey~~ I just realized how big the gap between us and him is. Not to mention the Nobel Prize nomination, even the most ordinary awards, we are all rushing to it. But looking at Ding Peng, this is the difference in realm."

"Just like that, you guys joined forces to run the money a while ago."

"Stop talking, ashamed, ashamed."

A group of people were talking about it there.

Liao Kai asked in a low voice: "President Yang, what did Ding Peng say?"

"Well, he hung up the phone before I finished speaking."

"This... why is this man ignorant? Is it a waste of time for decades to live? That's the Nobel Prize." Liao Kai said gritting his teeth.

It was like he wanted to become Ding Peng, and then hurried to Ruidian to attend the award ceremony.

Yang Zhichao glanced at Liao Kai, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "So what can the Nobel Prize be like? Mr. Ding doesn't care at all. Mr. Liao, this is the difference between us and Mr. Ding. We have to rack our brains when writing a novel. Mr. Ding writes a novel like drinking cold water. His efforts are different, and his attitude towards the results is also different."

"You said that, but what should we do now? There are many reporters outside who want to interview. The key is that Ding Peng is not a member of our Writers Association yet. What's the matter with their interview? Isn't this ugly? Why don't you contact Ding Peng again to see if he can join our Writers Association? Even if he verbally agrees, we can explain to these reporters, right?"

Yang Zhichao thought about it and felt that what Liao Kai said made sense. The reporter now appeared at the door of the Writers Association. There may be two purposes. The first is to interview these people from the Writers Association. His views and evaluations about Ding Peng’s nomination for the Nobel Prize. The second is that he didn’t know that Ding Peng is not a member of the Writers Association. He wanted to come here to interview Ding Peng.

The first situation is fine.

If it is the second situation, then the Writers Association and other people will be very embarrassed.

The best way now is to let Ding Peng join the Writers Association immediately and become theirs, so that they can accept interviews from these reporters in another capacity.

After taking out the phone, Yang Zhichao dialed Ding Peng again.

At this time, Ding Peng was watching Zhao Yueguang and the guys sighing in the office, and they also knew about the situation.

They didn't expect that someone in the United States would mess with Ding Peng, which was extremely shameless.

At this moment, Ding Peng's cell phone rang. When he picked it up, he saw that it was Yang Zhichao, so he was helpless.

"President Yang, I said, I am really busy now and I don't care about any Nobel Prizes or Nobel Prizes." Ding Peng said directly after answering.

Although Yang Zhichao knew Ding Peng's attitude, he felt a little upset after hearing Ding Peng say this again. He is also a book writer. Look at others and then look at his so-called writers from the Writers Association. Why are there so many differences?

"Ahem, Mr. Ding, don't hang up the phone first. I know you are busy now and don't have time to deal with the Nobel Prize. Do you think this is OK? You join our Writers Association first. We will help you deal with this matter. After all, there are many reporters blocking at the door of the Writers Association. If you are not from our Writers Association, it will be difficult for us to deal with it."

After saying that, Yang Zhichao waited carefully for Ding Peng's reaction, but Guang was afraid that Ding Peng would refuse.

Ding Peng was silent for a while and said, "It's okay, but I can just join the Writers Association and I just need to hang a name. Don't look for me for other things. You know, I'm a busy person. If you can talk more, please help me put my name on the Writers Association member list. If it doesn't work, forget it."

"Okay! That's great!"

When he heard that Ding Peng finally agreed to join the Writers Association, Yang Zhi was so happy that he almost jumped up.

Although it’s just a name, it’s also a member of our Writers Association when it comes to it. Our Writers Association’s members have been nominated for the Nobel Prize, which is glory.

"Then you are busy first. Let's help you deal with these reporters here, and then come to the Writers Association to take a look when you have time."

"What else do you do in the Writers Association? Wouldn't you just write a name for me?"

"Uh~~ You won't come?"

“Too far.”

"I......"

Yang Zhichao suddenly wanted to cry.

What's the matter? When we joined the China Writers Association, we begged our grandfather to sue our grandmother. We asked others to write several letters of recommendation. Ding Peng is so good. He also begged our grandfather to sue our grandmother, but what we ask is to let others join in. This is simply incomparable.

The key is that they are still very reluctant. If it weren’t for the Nobel Prize, they might not agree.

Now they agree, but they don’t want to come to the headquarters of the China Writers Association at all.

China Writers Association... Actually, it’s quite delicious here.

"There are differences after all," Yang Zhichao said to himself.
Chapter completed!