Chapter 547 World Chinese Literature Award
World-class?
As soon as Fang Minghua said this, the other three people looked at him blankly.
Fang Minghua remained calm and continued playing mahjong.
"Pingwa, don't you think Bai Miao is doing a smaller version of the Lu Xun Prize? That's not good. Then let's create an enhanced version of the Lu Xun Prize! All over the world, as long as you write in Chinese, Or if your work is translated into Chinese, you can submit it for the award! One review for each type of novel, novella, short story, and prose poem!
"As for the cycle, it can be one year, two years, or three years. We can discuss it. Why are you looking at me? Playing cards. I'm two! It's your turn, Bai Miao!" Fang Minghua reminded.
“Oh, touch!” Bai Miao woke up from the shock, hurriedly took out a pair of twos, and played another one.
“Yaoji!”
“Hey. Sorry, I’m fooling around. I’m fishing for the Yaoji alone!”
Fang Minghua pushed the sign in front of the door.
"Play two, cheat the chicken, not bad, right? Hehe."
"Okay, okay, you are great, don't fight, continue to talk about your idea." Bai Miao simply continued the cards without counting. Look at Fang Minghua.
“Didn’t I make it clear just now? Enhanced version of Lu Prize.” Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"Minghua, these thoughts didn't come to you when you heard Bai Miao mention this tonight, right?" Lu Yao asked.
“No, this is what my wife’s grandfather said.”
"Song Tangtang's grandfather? Didn't you say he was a general? How does it have anything to do with literature?" Everyone was surprised when they heard this.
“That was when I went to the United States to attend the American Book Critics Circle Award Ceremony in 1988, and stayed at her grandfather’s house in Yanjing. When his grandfather heard that I was going to the United States for this matter, he said: "
“The United States has such an award, why doesn’t our country set up a similar literary award? No matter which country your book is from, as long as it is translated into Chinese and published in our country, you can participate!”
"We are now engaged in reform and opening up. We can both go out and invite in! The same is true for the economy, and the same is true for culture! Foreigners judge us, and we can also criticize foreigners!"
Fang Minghua imitated the old man's demeanor , with a bold tone.
"The old man is awesome!" Bai Miao extended his thumb.
“I had this idea when I heard it, but the conditions were not mature. Now I think it’s okay. When I heard Bai Miao say this today, I will tell everyone what I think.”
Everyone nodded after hearing this.
In recent years, writers from Qin Province have become more and more stable in the domestic literary world, especially Fang Minghua, who has become a representative of the new generation of writers.
At this time, it is sufficient to establish a literary award in the name of the Qin Provincial Writers Association.
However, Jia Pingwa reminded:
“If you make such a big noise, the bonuses and various participation expenses will definitely not be low. Don’t expect our Provincial Writers Association or Qingshui Yamen to be alone.”
“ I understand this, I will pay for all the bonuses and expenses myself, and I don’t need any money from the Writers Association,” Fang Minghua said with a faint smile.
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He is indeed a wealthy person in the literary world. If he really wants to win such an award, it will definitely not be possible with tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars.
"I am going to personally invest 3 million to set up a foundation, which will be under the name of the Provincial Writers Association and will be responsible for bonuses and all expenses." 3 million.
Everyone was stunned again.
What can you say?
It’s just a word of service!
"Minghua, isn't this the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award?" Bai Miao said again.
The "Zhuang Chongwen Literary Award" was initiated and funded by Mr. Zhuang Chongwen, the founder of the Hong Kong Zhuangshi Group and a patriotic Chinese entrepreneur. It aims to reward young writers with outstanding achievements in literary creation and literary criticism.
The first awards ceremony in 1988 has been held for three times. The award-winning writers are Huang Yao, Sun Guizhen, Nie Zhenning, Zhang Shishan, and more than 20 others. One of them, Fang Minghua, is familiar with him because he attended the Lu Academy workshop. Qian Yuliang studied in Nanjing University, and later went to Nanjing University for further study.
To be honest, none of them are very famous, and I don’t know what the judges said.
Now I heard Bai Miao mentioning this award, and he explained: "It's almost the same, but I plan to still reward works like the Lu Prize and Mao Dun Prize, unlike the Nobel Prize, which rewards writers. ”
"Then it's called the Minghua Literature Award?"
"No, no," Fang Minghua said with a smile: "It's called the World Chinese Literature Award"!
Fang Minghua spent his own money to create a world-wide literary award!
The news quickly spread among the Provincial Writers Association and the magazine.
The vast majority of people expressed support and admired Fang Minghua's courage and courage. Of course, they were even more envious of the tycoon who could spend 3 million in one breath.
Of course, there are some who gossip behind his back, saying that Fang Minghua is just trying to gain fame and reputation, and that a great writer like Mao Dun uses royalties to establish the Mao Dun Award, but you, a junior, are so impatient?
Fang Minghua was too lazy to pay attention to this kind of voice. In this world, no matter what you do, someone will always jump out and criticize you.
But once, when he went to the courtyard of the Writers' Association and heard someone continuing to say this, he became angry and pointed at the other person's nose and cursed: "I'm trying to show off? You can use it even if you have the fucking ability. Paying 3 million to get the limelight? You’re just talking nonsense here, you might as well put some thought into writing some articles and get some royalties!”
The other party was red-faced and speechless.
Grass!
If I don’t show off my power, you think I’m Kitty Cat!
In the evening, Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang talked about the creation of awards at home. This matter has been the central topic of discussion between the two recently.
"Minghua, after the Red Army learned about the news, he said that he would also invest, or invest in the name of Shengshi Group." Song Tangtang said.
"No, I will pay for it myself." Fang Minghua shook his head: "There are many places that need donations in the future. In addition to literature, there are also education, environmental protection, and even technology. If you tell the Red Army, there are plenty of opportunities."
"Well, I can understand. You like literature. This may be a dream of yours. I support you!" Song Tangtang said softly.
"Yes, it's a dream that I've had for many years." Fang Minghua said with emotion.
"How many years? Minghua, how old are you? How many years?" Song Tangtang was a little surprised when he heard this.
“Oh, only a few years.” Fang Minghua quickly concealed: “The Provincial Writers Association has agreed, and a written report has been sent to the Chinese Writers Association, but this time I want to go to Yanjing in person. Report in detail to the leaders of the Writers Association to win their support, and also visit some famous writers and critics, and invite them to serve as members of the jury."
"Oh, look at you, I just came back after working in Yanjing for a while. , you are going to Yanjing again," Song Tangtang said.
“It’s work.”
"I know, are you looking for Wang Meng?"
"Yes, there are also Feng Mu, several critics, such as Radar, Li Tuo, etc., and Zhu Wei, the editor of "People's Literature", who is interested in Now, I would also like to invite Qian Zhongshu. He is not only a writer, but also a famous literary translator and foreign literature researcher. Since we allow the works of foreign writers to participate in the award, we must find some writers who are very familiar with foreign literature.
Song Tangtang was surprised when he heard this.
“You invite Mr. Qian? He is now in a state of seclusion and rarely appears in public. ”
“It all depends on people. ”
(End of this chapter)