In the evening, Li Xiang, accompanied by everyone, came to the Druen Restaurant again. The owner of the restaurant had already received the news first, stood at the door waiting, and saw Li Xiang appear, greeting him with a smile, saying, "You are the first Chinese to win the Goncourt Literature Award, congratulations."

"Thank you, your restaurant is my blessed place." Li Xiang shook hands with him, and reporters around him had gathered to take photos of him.

"Mr. Cecil and they are already waiting for you."

Li Xiang took Gu Qijing and others into the restaurant, and media reporters rushed out of the restaurant immediately, rushing to interview.

The restaurant owner arranged for the staff to maintain order. Even so, Li Xiang's way in was blocked. Two chefs with big waists and round waists wearing white high hats led the way in front and barely came to Cecil and others.

"Congratulations, I think you deserve it. Among the 10 places, you won 8 of them, which is the most voted award-winning work in the past 10 years." Cecil reached out to hold Li Xiang.

Li Xiang expressed his gratitude to him again, and then met the other three people on the jury under the introduction of Cecil. As for the other six people, they have already had a holiday, because the work has ended after the results were announced at noon. The current activity is a voluntary act, and you can participate or not.

Cecil took out a black wallet from the inner pocket of the tweed coat, and took out a 10-euro paper ticket from the wallet in full view, and handed it to Li Xiang, saying, "This is the prize for the Goncourt Literature Award, 10 euros. In Chinese words, gifts are light and affection are heavy. Although there are only 10 euros, there are countless talented authors who are willing to exchange their lifelong talents for them. Please keep them well. Of course, you can also use them directly. For example, if you order a glass of red wine here, Boss Jack will be happy to discount you, and he is happy to spend here."

Li Xiang took this ordinary 10 euro bill, which looked the same as the ordinary paper bill, but in fact there were some differences, such as the front and back of the banknotes, which had the seal of the Goncourt Literature Award.

In past history, most award-winning writers would frame the bill and frame it well, but some of them were also unruly and spent directly. For example, the Druen restaurant has 5 similar bills, the ones that are closer is the euro and the ones that are a little older is the franc. These are all the time some writers used the bonus they just received to pay for the meal after spending here.

After hearing Cecil's words, Jack, the owner of the Druen restaurant, looked at Li Xiang hopefully. He was happy that Li Xiang would spend here, pay for this 10 euro, and even, he could give this small amount of money a greater use value, and use this 10 euro to enjoy treatment of 10 euros, 1000 euros, or even 10,000 euros.

Li Xiang smiled and said, "I started writing books at the age of 18. In just two years, my literary career is still very short and there are endless possibilities in the future. But no matter what, I will remember today and the Goncourt Literature Award, because this is the first literary award I won, which is very memorable. I will frame this 10 euro bill, bind it, and hang it in my study as a compliment and as an inspiration."

The award that Li Xiang had won before was the Best Newcomer Award awarded by Times Literature, which could not even be called an authentic literary award, but a prize selected by the magazine Times Literature.

In the crowded restaurant in Druen, Li Xiang held the 10 euro bill handed over by Cecil in both hands, asked everyone on the scene to take photos, and answered some questions before leaving.

When I returned to the hotel, I received countless messages and the phone kept ringing. I stayed for one night. The next day, under the arrangement of the Larus Publishing House, Li Xiang accepted interviews from European media such as France, Germany and the United Kingdom. There were TV stations and newspapers. At noon, he attended the celebration banquet organized by the publishing house and attended the signing party held at the Waterstone Bookstore in the afternoon.

Half a month ago, Li Xiang held a signing party at the Shuishi Bookstore. At that time, there were very few people participating and it was very deserted. This time it became much lively. Not only were there long queues in the bookstore, but readers waiting for signing were lined up outside the bookstore. They rubbed their hands and feet outdoors in the cold weather, but no one left early.

Li Xiang met some Dongfang Kong reporters at the signing ceremony. He thought it was from China, but he didn't expect that many of them were from Fusang and Goryeo.

The signing meeting was busy until dark, and at 6 o'clock in the evening, the signing meeting ended. The Chinese reporter who had been waiting at the Shuishi Bookstore rushed over and said, "Li Xiang, let's say a few words. We came here all the way to get first-hand interview information and help."

Gu Qijing said: "My brother has been busy for the afternoon and is very tired. He hasn't had dinner yet. Let's go back and interview him."

This interview is actually not an interview, but it is a return home. If you go back home for an interview, there is no need for the other party to come here specifically.

A female reporter said: "I came at 2 o'clock when the signing meeting started. My brother is really working hard. I should have signed nearly 2,000 books today. However, we also waited for an afternoon. Can we delay a little time and ask a few questions in a brief manner."

Gu Qijing said: "Did you just ask a few short questions when you come here so far?"

"Of course we want to interview for a while, but Li Xiang isn't that tired."

Li Xiang said, "I think you didn't eat either. Everyone is hungry. Otherwise, I'll treat you. We'll chat while eating. We don't do formal interviews. Don't record videos or something. Just chat. Is this OK? I try not to let you go for this trip in vain, it's not easy for everyone."

Although Li Xiang was very tired, he thought that these people were really hard and ran so far, so he came to interview him, and couldn't bear to refuse.

A total of 5 reporters from China were very happy to hear this and could not ask for Li Xiang's suggestions.

After dinner, I separated from these reporters and returned to the hotel. The trip to France was all over and I returned with great reputation.

Li Xiang said to Gu Qijing and others around him: "I have been busy for a few days and I have some time tonight. If you want to go shopping, just arrange it yourself. We will be at 9 o'clock tomorrow, so don't delay it."

Gu Qijing asked: "Don't you go for a walk?"

Li Xiang said: "I won't go, you guys go."

Gu Qijing didn't go, she wasn't a person who liked shopping.

Xiao Zhang said: "I'm very tired today. Why don't you stay in the hotel and go to bed early? The plane will take you for more than ten hours tomorrow. Thank you for your hard work."

Li Xiang glanced at him and winked at him, but he ignored him and seemed to not see him. He didn't seem to understand. He was afraid that he was not a fool, but he was definitely not a fool. He did a lot of work and was well-organized, otherwise he wouldn't have taken him to Paris. However, in terms of feelings, Li Xiang had discovered that he was probably a fool.

Li Xiang went back to his room to rest and called his home. He had promised to get home today, but due to the temporary increase, he postponed his itinerary. Dou Dou Shishi was hungry and the money and the little princess in the book had not been made for them. At the same time, he also had to report the situation to his girlfriend. His girlfriend said that Li Xiaoxiang came to the capitalist world. Paris is a rich and rich city. She was afraid of losing her mind and losing her soul, so she had to report her thoughts and dynamics in time every day to get rid of the demons in her heart.

Seeing Li Xiang leaving, Xiao Zhang said, "We're leaving too, Miss Xiaojing, Xiaoxia, come to my room for tea. You can also see the night view of Paris on the balcony, and the tower is not far away."

Xiaoxia said: "The tower is very beautiful."

Gu Qijing said to Xiao Zhang in a tough tone: "You take Xiaoxia shopping. Even if you don't shop, you must go to the Iron Tower."

Everyone in the studio knew that Xiao Zhang was chasing Xiao Xia, but everyone was secretly anxious for him.
Chapter completed!