Lin Chaoyang finally saw what shamelessness means, "Talent"? The idea of ​​beating me with a bonus is not enough, and I want me to make some blood. If I win a prize, I have to make some money myself?"

Ma Feng was sarcastic for a few words, but he was not angry at all, but instead had a passionate attitude.

"Oh! Isn't this really difficult? We built that foundation all depends on donations from big investors, and we can't make ends meet!"

The foundation in Ma Fengkou is the "Chinese Literature Foundation". A few years ago, it was established by Mr. Huo of Xiangjiang and Mr. Ma of Haojiang donated 8 million yuan.

"I know it's difficult, but the landlord's family has no surplus food!"

Seeing Lin Chaoyang pushing, Ma Feng hurriedly said, "At least you donate some, even a little?"

After hearing his tone became smaller, Lin Chaoyang changed his attitude, "Just one?"

Ma Feng nodded, "A little."

Since donating 30 million to the Asian Games, Lin Chaoyang has known that such things will definitely be indispensable in the future.

There is no resistance to Lin Chaoyang of this kind of foundation. Everyone had good intentions at the beginning of its establishment. The only thing worth worrying about is whether they can maintain their original intentions in a few years.

Donating money is OK, but he doesn't want the money to be wasted, and he doesn't want to be fat and big.

"Then donate 20,000."

Hearing this, Ma Feng looked unwilling and pulled Wang Meng over, "We two ministerial-level cadres asked you to do it,

You donate 20,000?"

"What are you doing? Minister-level cadres must rob them openly?"

Ma Feng immediately changed his smile, "How can you do it? You won't discuss this with you. 20,000 is indeed a little short, and you are not worthy of your identity."

"What is my identity?"

"The richest man in the literary world!"

"Who said that?"

"It's recognized by everyone!"

"Please don't give me ecstasy medicine, and I have worked hard to earn money."

"Not right? Why did I hear that Yushu has opened several listed companies in Xiangjiang?"

"Okay! Come prepared."

"This is all told by Lao Wang." Ma Feng sold Wang Meng cleanly.

Under Lin Chaoyang's scrutiny, Wang Meng showed guilty face.

Ma Feng said at this time: "You donate 2 million and I will let you be a director, how about it?"

"Oh! Is it true that I sold official positions?" Lin Chaoyang's tone was exaggerated.

"What are you selling official titles? We are united comrades."

""2 million per director, you are really expensive. Besides, Lao Wang——

Lin Chaoyang turned to Wang Meng and asked, "Don't you be a director if you donate 2 million yuan to the foundation?"

Wang Meng was guilty and nodded honestly.

Lin Chaoyang looked at Ma Feng again, and Ma Feng's face looked slightly awkward and did not stop fooling him.

"Then what, donate more, I'll let you be the chairman. This is not something that can be done by donating money."

Lin Chaoyang asked: "Old Ma, do you have a truth in your mouth? You just said donating 'a little', but now you say 'donate more'."

"No conflict, your root hair is thicker than our waists, and a little bit more for us."

Ma Feng tried to continue brainwashing Lin Chaoyang, but he didn't take this trick at all. The false reputation of the foundation director was not attractive to him.

"Come on. If you think about it, I will donate it to Hope Project. The bonus of 50,000 US dollars will be given to you," said Lin Chaoyang.

Ma Feng smacked his lips, "It's okay."

He and Wang Meng came today, one for the good news and the other for the fundraising.

Although he said it exaggeratedly, no one can force donations, and he has to do what he can. He just said that he was just trying to get three poles for a date or not.

Seeing that Lin Chaoyang was so rational and not being blown away by his sweet words, Ma Feng had to give up.

50,000 US dollars is also a lot, and at the current exchange rate, it is more than 200,000 RMB.

"Thanks to Comrade Chaoyang for his outstanding contributions to the development of my country's literary cause!" Ma Feng said with a high sound.

"Your words are really golden and jade teeth," Lin Chaoyang moved.

"~ You are now a well-known international writer, so you have to have a pattern!"

Ma Feng changed the topic and said, "The news of winning the award will be reported tomorrow. Our literary association sends you a congratulatory letter and sends you a congratulatory letter. It is an old tradition of the literary association. Lin Chaoyang nodded.

"We will hold another symposium next Tuesday, which can be regarded as a commendation meeting." Ma Feng said again.

"What else is there, you finish talking in anger."

Ma Feng then talked about several activities, meetings, speeches, and presentations, but there was nothing new.

China finally found a winner of the Newstat International Literature Prize, known as the "American Nobel Prize in Literature"

How can there be no big publicity and publicity in the Cultural Association?

"Chaoyang, I heard that a writer who won the Newstat International Literature Prize has a high probability of winning the Nobel Prize in Literature!" Ma Feng said in a faint tone.

Lin Chaoyang was calm and said, "Who can tell me the right thing to win the award?"

"You haven't imagined it?"

"Is it useful for my imagination? Is it something that adds icing on the cake not asking for trouble if I think too much?"

Ma Feng showed an admiration and thought Lin Chaoyang had a good attitude.

"That's right. It's yours sooner or later."

After chatting for a while, Ma Feng and Wang Meng left.

Less than two hours later, Li Tuo excitedly pushed open the gate of Xiaoliubukou Hutong and rushed in with a scream.

"Chaoyang, you are so awesome!"

Li Tuo has a vast relationship and is well-informed, so it is not surprising that he came here so quickly.

The winner was Lin Chaoyang, but his condition seemed to be even more excited than Lin Chaoyang.

After talking to Lin Chaoyang for a long time, he asked Lin Chaoyang to write a short essay for "Yanjing Literature" and talk about his feelings about winning the award.

While the two were talking, several more friends continued to come to Lin Chaoyang's house.

They all came here after hearing about his award.

"Today, everyone is full, and it's just the evening to celebrate the honor of Chaoyang!" Li Tuo suggested.

Wherever he is there, there will never be a lack of liveliness.

After saying this, Li Tuo started to arrange things, calling his friends one by one, but they could not be reached by phone.

Just ask someone to look for it.

From the afternoon to the evening, more than 30 people came from Lin Chaoyang's house, and even Shi Tiesheng, who was in a wheelchair, was invited by him.

For most domestic writers, it is already a dream for many people to win a national award such as the Mao Dun Literature Award in China. International Literature Awards are too far away for everyone.

Therefore, when everyone hears that Lin Chaoyang won the Newstat International Literature Award, known as the "American Nobel Prize in Literature", it is difficult to feel jealous.

More envy, admiration and even worship.

Everyone is a colleague engaged in literary creation and knows the difficulty of winning international literary awards.

What it requires is not only a certain degree of communication in the work overseas, but also a high recognition of the works and writers by international judges.

Moreover, the Newstat International Literature Award is no longer Lin Chaoyang’s first international literature award.

From the Lennodo Literature Award three years ago to the Newstate International Literature Award today, the prize has undoubtedly become heavier, and to some extent reflects the changes in Lin Chaoyang's international influence over the past few years.

Among contemporary Chinese writers, this is definitely the first one!

Among the people who came today is Wang Shuo, who has been very popular in the past two years. During the party, he listened to everyone bragging about Lin Chaoyang's achievements overseas, and thought that it was so lively that it seemed to have something to do with you.

"Master Shuo, when will you be able to play that TV series?" Liu Heng asked Wang Shuo.

"It's almost done, it'll be broadcast next month."

Someone next to him listened to the conversation between the two and also participated.

"You've finished your trip to the movie industry and started playing TV series again, right?" Chen Jianyu teased.

"Blind, isn't this just to earn some planning expenses?" Wang Shuo said with a smile.

"Oh! See? This is called drought death, drought death, flood death.

People who earn royalties all day long think about how to make money. Our group of royalties can't make three or two dates.

It's hard to write more.

Master Shuo, your output is high enough!”
To be continued...