After a few words of greeting, Lin Chaoyang introduced some of the leaders present to Zhuang Zhongwen, and then the two communicated in low voices.

Zhuang Chongwen's funding for the establishment of the Literature Prize was certainly public-spirited, but he also had selfish motives.

Although he was in Hong Kong during this period, news about the Zhuang Chongwen Literary Award would still reach his ears from time to time. It was completely beyond his expectation that the award would achieve such an impact in its first session.

Especially after he landed in Yanjing last night, he read several newspaper reports on the Zhuang Chongwen Literary Award and deeply felt the influence of the award. Zhuang Chongwen was glad that he had entrusted this matter to the right person.

300,000 yuan was spent to set up a literary award, which spread his name all over the country in just a few months.

If you look at it from a business perspective, it’s a huge profit!

As the two communicated, Zhuang Zhongwen said a few words of thanks to Lin Chaoyang.

The prize money for the Zhuang Chongwen Literary Award was provided by him, but the organization and selection process were all driven by Lin Chaoyang, and Lin Chaoyang also donated his own house. It can be said that he contributed money and effort, and took the greatest credit.

It was almost nine o'clock, and the guests were arriving one after another.

Lu Yao, who was surrounded by people, came to greet Lin Chaoyang. Today was the day for him to award the award. It was a time when he was in high spirits, and even his sick face looked a little more energetic.

"I heard that you are sick?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

"It's nothing serious, just pharyngitis."

After Lu Yao fell ill, he always claimed that he had a minor illness and was unwilling to go to a regular hospital. He believed deeply in traditional Chinese medicine and folk remedies.

"How is the novel going?"

"I just finished writing the third part a few days ago, and the manuscript has been sent out."

Lin Chaoyang nodded, "Now that I've finished writing the novel, don't worry about your health anymore. When you have time, you should go to a big hospital to see the disease. It's time to treat the disease. With the bonus, let's solve the disease first."

Feeling his concern, Lu Yao nodded, took Lin Chaoyang's hand and shook it.

Lu Yao was very grateful to Lin Chaoyang. He felt that if Lin Chaoyang had not promoted the establishment of the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award, he would definitely not have won this award.

So much so that when he received the award, the first words he said were:

"Thank you, Comrade Chaoyang—"

After all, the awarding of the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award was not given out over a meal as Lin Chaoyang thought. Chinese people do not have the sense of relaxation that foreigners do. The award lunch might not be a rural seat. In the end, Lin Chaoyang negotiated with Wen

After measuring it, let’s just award the award directly.

Therefore, when the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Prize was awarded, there was not even a speech from the leader. Feng Mu, the chairman of the jury, simply stood under the plane tree in the courtyard and delivered a few words.
Chapter completed!