The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

"Sir, this is an important area of ​​the arena, please don't enter!"

A German staff member quickly stopped Zhou Hexuan.

Zhou Hexuan sneered: "Is Germany hosting the Olympics or a black whistle competition? Which country blows the most black whistles?"

The staff seemed a little embarrassed, but still tried to dissuade them: "If you have any objection to the results of the competition, you can appeal to the Olympic Committee, but please do not disrupt the order of the on-site competition."

Zhou Hexuan was very angry. With the strength shown by Jin Guidi, even if he could not win a medal, he could at least reach the quarter-finals. But now it's all in vain. Because of the British guy's foul, Jin Guidi was seriously injured. Even if he appeals to change the verdict to win, it will affect his performance in subsequent games.

In a rage, Zhou Hexuan took out his pistol.

"What are you going to do?" The staff member looked like he was facing an enemy.

Zhou Hexuan put the gun into the opponent's hand and said, "Do you want to see this personal gift from His Excellency the Head of State?"

When the staff saw the three-eyed image on the gun handle and the gold-embedded swastika, their hands were so frightened that they returned the gun to Zhou Hexuan without hesitation, and then whistled to chat with their colleagues.

At this moment, Jin Guidi has been helped up, and the team doctor hired by Zhou Hexuan is treating his injuries.

The tens of thousands of spectators at the auxiliary venue were also unhappy. They angrily threw debris at the ring and roared at the British referee to get out of Germany.

The black whistle is so outrageous!

The British boxer who was beaten throughout the fight kept making small moves, which originally made the audience depressed. In the end, he committed consecutive fouls and continued to attack before his opponent could get up completely. This kind of behavior can be punished with a lifetime ban. But he actually won, actually won, in front of tens of thousands of spectators.

Do the referees treat the audience as fools?

Everyone felt deeply insulted that they had paid money to watch the game, only to be treated like a monkey by the referees.

Even if the host Germany blew a black whistle, it was not so frantic.

Zhou Hexuan did not directly negotiate with the referee, but walked over and asked the team doctor: "How is Xiao Jin's injury?"

The team doctor replied: "The facial injury was severe and the bridge of the nose has been broken. There is also a troublesome waist injury. It is probably twisted when he fell to the ground for the second time, which seriously affected the power of the punch."

"There are still five days left in the quarter-finals. Can the back injury recover?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

"It's hard to say, and I don't know how serious the injury is," the team doctor explained, "but judging from the injury to the bridge of the nose, even if he can participate in the game in five days, the nose will become a weak point in the opponent's attack."

Zhou Hexuan thought for a moment and said, "That's no big deal. Your health is more important."

Jin Guidi was completely awake. He said aggrievedly: "Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry, I have embarrassed the Chinese people."

Zhou Hexuan patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "You are not embarrassed. You fought well. It is the British who are embarrassed. I will help you seek justice!"

"Thank you." Jin Guidi was still feeling down.

On the referee's side, the coach of the Chinese boxing team was still negotiating, but was completely ignored by a few foreigners.

Zhou Hexuan first approached the on-field referee Luo Lin and asked with a smile: "Sir, do you want to be famous?"

"What?" Luo Lin has been working in sports for a long time and obviously didn't recognize Zhou Hexuan. He looked at all Asians and couldn't tell who was who.

"As soon as tomorrow's newspaper comes out, you will be famous," Zhou Hexuan said. "Maybe one day in the future, I will write you into my memoirs, and you will be remembered by people all over the world."

"Who are you?" Luo Lin looked confused.

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "Let me introduce myself formally. My name is Zhou Hexuan. I am from China and have won your country's Goncourt Literature Prize."

"What a familiar name." Luo Lin slapped his head. "I remembered that you are the Chinese writer. I even bought your novel as a Christmas gift for my wife."

The French are very familiar with the Goncourt Prize for Literature. It is popular among them to give award-winning works as Christmas gifts.

Zhou Hexuan sneered and said: "I not only won the Goncourt Prize, but also the Nobel Prize. I want to include your name in my next work. Are you happy about this?"

So happy!

When Luo Lin thought about how he was ridiculed by the media, his head felt heavy and he said awkwardly: "Mr. Zhou, you just saw it. Originally, I decided that the Chinese boxer won, but the referee had to change the decision. He has this Power. For this kind of thing, you should go to the referee and prosecutor, as well as the Olympic Committee behind the scenes to complain."

"I know, but I want you to testify for me." Zhou Hexuan said.

"Okay, I will testify for you." Luo Lin shrugged and smiled pretending to be relaxed. Anyway, he is French, and he is only an on-site referee. Whether the Chinese or British players win has nothing to do with him. Maybe, he can still show up in Zhou Hexuan's works and become a hero who will not succumb to the evil forces of the Olympics.

After taking care of the on-site referee, Zhou Hexuan walked towards the five judges again.

After some negotiations and threats, the Danish, American and two German evaluators happily agreed to testify for Zhou Hexuan, but only one British evaluator strongly refused.

The referee Green was a little panicked. He was already troubled by the boos from the audience, and now he saw Zhou Hexuan making connections everywhere. He immediately came over to stop him and said: "Mr. Zhou, please don't disrupt the order of the game!"

"How much did you charge?" Zhou Hexuan said sarcastically.

"I don't understand what you are talking about, please leave immediately!" Green said angrily. He is now in a difficult situation. He is the referee. He blew a black whistle and changed the decision on the spot. It is impossible to change it now, otherwise it will be a slap in the face in front of everyone.

Not to mention that Zhou Hexuan is very famous in the UK. Even if the British King comes in person, Green will not be allowed to change the result of the game.

Zhou Hexuan also understood this situation and stopped entangled with the British. He called the coach of the Chinese boxing team and wrote a trilingual letter of complaint in English, French and German on the spot, and asked the guys who had just agreed to help to sign one by one.

They had promised well just now, but when the five scoring judges heard that they were going to sign, they shook their heads and regretted it on the spot. Only the on-site referee Luo Lin readily signed his name. Anyway, he had already ruled the Chinese boxer the winner in the boxing ring, and it was none of his business if the referee changed the decision.

The game was quickly resumed, but the next two boxers faced tragedy. Instead of cheers and applause, they were greeted by boos and curses from the audience.

The Chinese boxing team's complaint was quickly submitted to the Olympic Committee, but it was like a stone's throw, with no news.

That night, Zhou Hexuan wrote a speech about watching the game, and personally translated it into multiple languages. He sent people to distribute it everywhere in various competition venues, and handed a copy to reporters when he saw it.

Alas, the autographed article about the Nobel Prize for Literature also involved the shady story of the Olympic Games, which was enough to make the reporters excited.