The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Near the Paris Opera House, there is a restaurant called De Rouen.

In the eyes of some literature lovers, this restaurant is like a holy place. Because among the four major literary awards in France, two awards are voted here, and the awards ceremony is also held here.

One of them is the Goncourt Literary Prize, the other is the Renaudeau Literary Prize.

It’s funny to say that just four years ago, a group of journalists who were waiting for the results of the Goncourt Literary Prize voting were impatient, so someone suggested that we should also organize a literary prize.

Thus, the Renaudeau Literary Prize was born. It was initiated by a group of boring journalists, and it was specifically opposed to the Goncourt Literary Prize. It took place in the same restaurant as the Goncourt, it was voted on the same day, and it was awarded on the same day.

This is Frenchie humor.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the De Rouen restaurant became lively, not only were there more guests dining than usual, but there were also reporters from all over France.

The judges of the Goncourt Literary Prize and the Renaudeau Literary Prize walked into the restaurant one after another. Each of them disliked each other, and amidst the applause of the crowd, they entered their respective awards rooms.

Then the on-site reporters have to make a choice. They must choose one of the rooms to enter, and they can only cover one of the awards ceremony.

Well, the newspaper office also has a countermeasure, and usually sends two reporters at the same time.

At around 11:25, the winner of the Renaudeau Literary Award appeared, surrounded by reporters, and entered the private room of the restaurant. Then the door was closed tightly, and people outside could not see what was happening inside.

Another wave of reporters is still waiting, they are waiting for Zhou Hexuan's arrival.

At 11:30, an Asian man wearing a blue labor uniform, a labor cap, and a large shovel appeared.

The reporters didn't care and continued to look out the door.

The waiter in the restaurant stepped forward and said, "Sir, we haven't hired workers here."

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said, "I'm here to accept the award."

"Receive the award?" The waiter didn't respond.

"Yes, the Goncourt Prize for Literature." Zhou Hexuan said.

"Oh, God, are you the Asian winner?" the restaurant waiter covered his mouth in surprise.

Zhou Hexuan asked with a smile: "Can you take me to receive the award?"

"It's an honor," the waiter called to the reporters. "Gentlemen, here's the person you're waiting for!"

More than a dozen reporters turned their heads in unison, looked at Zhou Hexuan suspiciously, and then became ecstatic, as if they were very satisfied with Zhou Hexuan's fancy dress.

The reporters gathered around in an instant, and one of them said, "Mr. Zhou, I am Mino, a reporter from Le Ouest de France. May I ask if your outfit today has any special significance?"

"Of course, you will know in a while." Zhou Hexuan said.

Another reporter asked: "You are wearing workers' clothes, are you representing the proletariat?"

Zhou Hexuan sweated wildly: "My friend, you are thinking too much."

"Mr. Zhou, how do you feel about this award?"

"I am very happy."

"Can you elaborate on magic realism?"

"This doesn't need to be explained, you just need to feel it in the work."

"You accurately predicted the stock market crash in the United States, did you make a lot of money in this stock market crash?"

"Unfortunately, only a small amount of money was made."

"..."

Surrounded by reporters, Zhou Hexuan entered the private room of the restaurant belonging to the Goncourt Literature Prize.

To be honest, this is the first time Zhou Hexuan has seen such a different award ceremony.

There is no host, no audience, no trophies, and no singing and dancing performances, only a table full of meals and judges.

The moment Zhou Hexuan entered the private room, the nine judges stood up collectively. They originally intended to applaud Zhou Hexuan, but when they saw Zhou Hexuan's attire, they were all stunned.

what's the situation?

"Hi, hello judges!" Zhou Hexuan put down his big shovel, waved and smiled at the nine judges.

The judges said: I have never seen such a different kind of winner.

Despite the embarrassment, the applause rang out.

The judges sat on both sides of the round table, leaving Zhou Hexuan the middle seat, while the reporters started taking pictures of them.

The chairman of the jury took out an award certificate and a gold franc with a face value of 50 yuan, and handed it to Zhou Hexuan with a smile: "Congratulations, Mr. Zhou, you have become the winner of the 27th Goncourt Literature Prize."

"Thank you." Zhou Hexuan took Jin Falang.

After the crazy depreciation of the franc, this French banknote worth only 2 oceans is the entire bonus of the Goncourt Prize.

No winner will spend the 50 francs, usually clipped in a photo frame as a commemoration, and placed in the study as an honorary trophy.

The chairman of the jury asked jokingly: "Mr. Zhou, how do you plan to use this bonus?"

Zhou Hexuan's answer was obviously beyond the expectations of the other party. He said: "I am going to build a cemetery and monument in France, and I will donate the 50 francs."

"Donate?" The chairman of the jury was stunned.

"Yes." Zhou Hexuan nodded affirmatively.

The chairman of the judging committee smiled awkwardly, nodded and said, "Please give your acceptance speech."

According to the traditional process, after the acceptance speech, the reporter will be asked to take pictures and ask a few questions, and the award ceremony will officially end. Next came the meal, all the reporters left, and only the winners and the judges had lunch together, and chatted about some literary topics by the way.

Zhou Hexuan got up and smiled and said, "I like France very much, especially Paris. Every breath of it is full of culture and art. At the same time, I am also very grateful to all the judges for allowing me to receive this honor."

Well, the speech was quite satisfactory, and he also flattered the French by the way.

I only heard Zhou Hexuan continue to say: "I am Chinese, from the other side of the world. China and France have always had friendly exchanges. Our traditional drama "The Orphan of Zhao" was adapted by the great writer of your country, Mr. Voltaire It is "Chinese Orphans". This is an exchange in the field of culture. More than ten years ago, there was another exchange between China and France. During the European War, the German invaders were like wild beasts, constantly devouring France As an ally, China sent 140,000 Chinese laborers to France to undertake the most arduous and arduous combat tasks. This time I came to Paris, and I met a Chinese laborer who survived the European War. He told me about himself s story……"

In front of reporters and judges, Zhou Hexuan recounted in detail the history of blood and tears of the French aid laborers. He told the stories told by Chen Ying with a little artistic processing, and presented vivid images of Chinese laborers in front of everyone.

The judges were stunned, and the reporters were a little dumbfounded. They finally understood why Zhou Hexuan was dressed like this.

And following Zhou Hexuan's narration, they gradually became immersed in those tragic stories...