Chapter 591 Interview in Hu Hot Soup Shop
The meeting was still held in Tangcheng Hotel, and the provincial leaders still attended the meeting and delivered enthusiastic speeches, but the attention of this meeting was higher than that of the last time. The class is much higher.
Who will win the first World Chinese Literature Award?
Some media reporters rushed to Tangcheng Hotel to interview the participating judges.
However, the organizing committee of this meeting issued meeting rules to all judges: they can be interviewed by media reporters on the premise that it does not affect their work, but they cannot disclose the selection status!
You can talk to reporters about literature, life, and your personal experiences and hobbies, but you cannot mention the meeting. The meeting organizers will disclose the meeting progress to media reporters in the form of a special report every day.
So some reporters complained to the organizing committee about being so mysterious? It’s more mysterious than the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Awards. Do you think it’s an Oscar?
The organizing committee was naturally unmoved.
But because of this, it has been completely hyped, and the selection of literary awards has become a hot topic in the media recently.
The judges cannot speak, but non-judges can express their personal opinions, so some reporters have interviewed critics and even some writers in the literary world to express their opinions.
Which work will win the grand prize?
Fang Minghua is one of them.
As the person in charge of this meeting and the reviewer of the special report, Fang Minghua naturally knew some inside information, but he was not one of the thirteen judges, so he became the focus of the reporters.
Fortunately, Fang Minghua doesn't have a big brother or even a BP machine. He doesn't stay in the hotel all the time. The dragon often disappears and it's not easy for ordinary people to find him.
Of course, there were reporters who specifically tried to block him, and Guangming Daily reporter Yang Li was one of them.
When the World Chinese Literature Award was established last year, Yang Li conducted an exclusive interview with Fang Minghua. During the interview, Yang Li asked spicy and pointed questions. This report was finally published in Guangming Daily. As a reporter, Yang Li was also appreciated by the leaders.
This girl is also aggressive in her work. Before dawn, she was standing at the east entrance of Nanfang Lane inside Chaoyang Gate, waiting for help. Fang Minghua must pass by here when he leaves Chaoyang Gate.
Sure enough, after dawn, she saw an off-road vehicle approaching, and Yang Li quickly waved to the car.
The off-road vehicle slowly stopped beside her. Fang Minghua's head stuck out of the window and greeted with a smile: "Reporter Yang, good morning, how come it's such a coincidence?"
"Good morning, Chairman Fang, it’s no coincidence, I’m waiting for you here specifically to interview you.” Yang Li got straight to the point.
"Haha, Reporter Yang, you are very dedicated. Have you eaten before?" Fang Minghua suddenly asked.
"Not yet."
"Come, follow me to Lao Liu's house outside Chaoyang Gate to drink spicy spicy soup. His spicy spicy soup is excellent." Fang Minghua warmly invited.
"Then thank you, Chairman Fang, for the treat." Yang Li was not polite and got into the passenger seat of the car with a smile.
Chatting while eating, the atmosphere is relaxed so that you can get more interesting things.
The off-road vehicle slowly passed through Chaoyang Gate and entered Changle West Road. From afar, Yang Li saw a shop selling Hu spicy soup on the roadside, and there were already many diners.
“Let me tell you, this is the authentic Hu spicy soup nearby. Boss Liu’s name is Liu Dahu. His ancestors sold Hu spicy soup in Luohe, Henan Province, called Beiwudu Hu spicy soup.”
“In the 1942 Henan disaster, the whole family moved to Xijing and continued their old business outside Chaoyangmen. This shop was passed down from generation to generation. Except for that special period, this shop never stopped. You said this smell can Not authentic?" Fang Minghua said clearly while driving.
"Chairman Fang, I thought you liked bread and milk. Many people now like to have breakfast like foreigners." Yang Li said.
“My wife loves that, but I can’t get used to it. How can the bread be as delicious as the meat buns and spicy spicy soup? The spicy spicy soup paired with the vegetable box is simply amazing. If you don’t believe it, I’ll give it to you. Take two.”
While the two were talking, the car had arrived near the breakfast shop. Fang Minghua parked the car on the side of the road and got out of the car with Yang Li.
Seeing Fang Minghua coming over, Boss Liu, who was ladling spicy soup, hurriedly greeted: "Master Fang, are you here?"
"Boss Liu, business is good. Two bowls of spicy soup. Four vegetable boxes. "
"hit!"
Fang Minghua took Yang Li and sat at an empty table on the street. Boss Liu soon served spicy soup and vegetables. The box is brought up. "Try it, how does it taste?" Fang Minghua asked with a smile.
"Yes, it tastes really delicious." Yang Li took a bite and nodded.
"Look. I didn't lie to you." Fang Minghua smiled, smiling happily.
Of course Yang Li did not forget today's task while eating. She swallowed a mouthful of the box and said, "Chairman Fang, can I ask you a few questions?"
"I know you are sure. It’s a matter of judging for a literary award. Just ask, and I’ll tell you as much as I can as long as it doesn’t violate the principles.”
"Okay, Chairman Fang, where is the progress of the selection work now?"
"The list of winners for novels, medium and short stories has been released, leaving prose and poetry. The main focus of controversy among the judges now is The prose is still under intense discussion."
"Controversy? You mean the judges have very different opinions?" Yang Li asked.
“Of course, they are all literary giants, and of course they have their own opinions. Let me tell you something. Even though all the judges are older, in fact, they are all very angry, and they often argue for a certain person. "Which prose work will finally win the prize?" Yang Li asked again.
"That's hard to say. I'm not a judge, and I can't answer your question."
"Chairman, in your personal opinion, which of the five shortlisted essays is most likely to win the prize?"
“Do you have to tell me?”
“I want to hear your opinion.”
“I personally think that among the five essays, the one who is likely to win the prize is Shi Tiiesheng. "The Temple of Earth and I" and Bei Dao's "The Polish Visitor"
"Why not Yu Qiuyu's "Mogao Grottoes"? That is the genre of "cultural prose" you created. Yang Li asked.
"Reporter Yang, let me correct you first. I did not create this genre. To trace the origin, it should be Jin Kemu and Zhang Zhongxing, two old gentlemen, I cannot be exclusive in their beauty. This name was just proposed by me. "Fang Minghua is very serious.
Of course Yang Li doesn't want to discuss literature with Fang Minghua now, and immediately changes the subject: "Then which poetry collection do you think is most likely to win the prize? "
""Selected Short and Medium Poems of Haizi""
"Why are you so sure? ”
"Because I like this collection of poems."
"Is this the reason?" Yang Li was stunned.
"Isn't this a good reason? If I don't like it, how can I think he will win the award?" Fang Minghua smiled.
How cunning.
Yang Li complained in her heart.
"Okay, Chairman Fang, let me ask another question. I see that in addition to the mainland, there are also works from Hong Kong, Taiwan and an American writer. Will these writers come to Xijing to attend the award ceremony?"
"Yes, except for North Island in the United States and Gu Cheng in New Zealand who are unable to return to China for various reasons, all the other authors of the candidate works have written back to express their participation in the ceremony."
"Really? Including the American Mr. Butler?" Yang Li didn't believe it.
“Yes, including.” Fang Minghua smiled.
(End of this chapter)