Chapter 912 Pride and Prejudice

When Liu Qingshan and his party arrived in Stockholm, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon local time.

The staff of the organizing committee made a special trip to pick up the airport, there were also many reporters, and more than a dozen Chinese appeared in the welcome team.

In addition, the embassy, ​​Mr. Ambassador was also present, after all, this is the pride of the Chinese people.

There was also a brief welcome ceremony at the scene. Writer Lu wore an upright Chinese tunic suit and held flowers in his arms. Surrounded by the crowd, the flashing lights flashed in front of him, witnessing the most glorious moment in his life.

With a peaceful smile on his face, he is like a man who came out of the yellow earth, showing stoicism and simplicity, which is so similar to the land that raised him.

Watching this scene, a sense of pride came out of Liu Qingshan's heart.

Presumably when these photos are sent back to China and published in newspapers, there will be countless people all over the country who have the same feeling as Liu Qingshan.

Especially Liu Qingshan, who personally pulled Writer Lu out of his predicament and helped him translate his works. Step by step, he finally reached the highest podium in world literature. Liu Qingshan also felt a great sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Just as he was sighing, he heard someone talking in Chinese. Liu Qingshan saw that it was not Writer Lu but the leader Geng who led the team.

Are you saying that you are not arrogant?

Even Leader Geng held a few manuscript papers in his hand, and delivered an enthusiastic speech in a cadenced tone:

"With the care of the country and the encouragement of the leadership, Writer Lu can achieve today's achievements. I believe that he will definitely guard against arrogance and rashness, and strive for greater achievements..."

Although there is nothing wrong with the words, it feels very awkward to hear it on this occasion.

You tell a foreigner about this. The foreigner is not used to you. Mr. Johansson, who came to greet the organizing committee, interrupted Leader Geng's speech rudely:

"Excuse me, sir, who are you?"

After listening to the translation, Leader Geng was also taken aback: "I am the head of the delegation, I..."

The reporters were even more impatient: "We want to interview the winners."

Leader Geng had to dodge to the side in embarrassment,

He was a little confused: shouldn't all the leaders speak first?

How could he know that foreigners are not used to your leadership and not leading, even when the president is speaking, he dares to throw shoes at the president.

The reporters are the main writers, and they talk a lot, throwing out all kinds of questions.

A reporter asked: "Mr. Wang, congratulations on winning the 90th Nobel Prize for Literature. As far as I know, you are the first Chinese person to win the Nobel Prize, is that so?"

After listening to the translation, Writer Lu smiled and nodded.

Unexpectedly, the reporter changed the topic: "As far as I know, before you, there were Chinese scientists such as Yang and Li who won the Nobel Prize in Physics."

"They are all from the same ethnic group. Why can these scientists win awards abroad, but in China, there are no scientific workers who have won awards, so you can only win literature awards?"

After listening to the translation, Writer Lu couldn't help frowning: This reporter is not very friendly.

Liu Qingshan also felt a sense of malice. He was familiar with foreign reporters and knew that some guys looked at people with tinted glasses.

What's more, for fear that the world will not be in chaos, the things they do are even more extraordinary.

For example, this year's Peace Prize was awarded to Comrade Woodcutter of the Soviet Union, and there is another Peace Prize, which is even more inhumane.

Even Mr. Ambassador has a solemn expression. He has been engaged in diplomatic work for many years and has naturally experienced similar things. He is just worried that Writer Lu will not handle it properly and cause bad public opinion.

The smile on Writer Lu's face also disappeared, and his expression became serious. He thought about it, and then said:

"Compared with developed countries, my country is still relatively backward, and there is a certain gap with foreign scientific research institutions."

"However, our wise and wise Chinese sons and daughters have never lacked confidence and hard work, and we are working hard to change this face."

"And it has also achieved world-renowned achievements. Two bombs and one star are the pride of our Chinese scientists, more than any medal."

There was a round of applause around. It was Liu Qingshan and the others who were applauding hard. That leader Geng was no longer unhappy at all, and the slap was almost red.

Foreign reporters could only applaud, and only then did they realize a problem:

Playing word games with a literary prize winner seems a bit over-the-top.

"Dear friends from the media, as a member of the laureate's family and friends group, I would like to state that every Nobel laureate deserves respect. Please don't undermine the original intention of Mr. Nobel to set up this award. Thank you for your cooperation."

Liu Qingshan finally spoke up, if this kind of scene is not controlled, there may be some messy problems behind it.

After all, the influence of last year is still there, and the arrogance and prejudice of Western countries have never been eliminated.

Isn't this tone of speech a little too strong to anger those reporters?

Leader Geng's lips twitched twice, but in the end he didn't speak.

Facts have proved that his worries are unnecessary, and many reporters can't help but light up when they discover Liu Qingshan: I can't imagine that there is such a big man hidden, and I must interview later.

With Liu Qingshan at the forefront, the reporters will no longer dare to make mistakes. The shadow of the famous tree, this Mr. Mountain is not easy to be with.

The following interviews became much more friendly, mainly asking about literary creation and personal situation.

After all, for foreign media, this information is relatively lacking.

First, there is a lack of communication in this era, and second, there is a gap between the East and the West.

Writer Lu is unhurried and calm, showing a very high level of literacy.

A female reporter in her thirties, holding an English translation of the ordinary world, asked Writer Lu to sign.

Writer Lu took off the pen in his jacket pocket and happily signed his pseudonym on the title page.

The female reporter smiled and thanked: "Mr. Wang, thank you, I like your work very much, but in the process of reading, I have a question, can you help me answer it?"

Writer Lu nodded, such a normal request, of course there is no problem.

"It's the protagonist in the book, that grandson, who really has no food and can only eat steamed buns. Is there such a poor life in reality?"

If she is the first to ask such a question, then the writer Lu must suspect that the other party has ulterior motives.

After all, in the mainstream view of the West, China is a poor, backward and even ignorant place. .

But if you just discuss the plot in the book, there is no other problem.

Writer Lu nodded solemnly: "Just like when I was writing this book, my living conditions were also very embarrassing. Every day was almost steamed bread, porridge and pickles, very similar to the protagonist in the book."

Oh, the female reporter covered her mouth in surprise. It was hard for her to imagine how hard a writer's life could be.

Finally, a reporter couldn't help but started attacking again: "Your country is so poor!"

When Leader Geng listened to it, he felt a fever on his face, and secretly complained to Writer Lu in his heart: "The family scandal cannot be made public. How can you say such a thing in front of a foreign reporter?"

Writer Lu didn't care, his eyes flashed with firm belief:

"Poverty is also a kind of wealth, it can stimulate your yearning for a better life and promote the progress of human society, so poverty is not a shame, but a driving force."

The foreigners around were stunned for a moment, and then they began to applaud from the heart. Writer Lu's words won their respect.

Liu Qingshan also added: "Poverty is not terrible, what is terrible is that you are so poor that you have lost your ideals and beliefs."

Speaking of excitement, Liu Qingshan also waved his arms vigorously:

"Our country is currently undergoing changes. In the near future, the whole world will feel the power of China!"

Yes, Huaxia Power!

The Chinese present were encouraged and shouted together. Although there were not many people, they were very imposing.

The ambassador also applauded vigorously. He suddenly felt that this young man named Liu Qingshan was more suitable to be a diplomat.

Those foreigners also applauded, people with ideals and beliefs are worthy of respect.

The reporters in the Lu writer team pressed the shutter of the camera to record all this faithfully.

Huaxia Power, if this word is published in the newspaper, it will definitely play an inspiring role.

The interview with Writer Lu ended soon, and these days, every winner is the center of attention.

However, the reporters did not leave, but hula, surrounded Liu Qingshan, ready to continue the interview.

Of course, Liu Qingshan would not overwhelm guests, he smiled and said a few words, and then left the airport with the team by car.

The group stayed at the Grand Hotel Stockholm, where the winners lived.

At the gate of the hotel, Liu Qingshan looked around. There was a river not far in front, and the palace should be opposite. These days, the activities of the winners are all around here.

Writer Lu and his party were of course received with the highest standards, which is the honor of the winners.

The lobby of the hotel is crowded, mostly journalists, and some citizens come here to get close to the winners. In this regard, the committee does not impose restrictions.

Liu Qingshan saw a lady with two children, one big and one small, taking pictures with an old man, who should also be the winner.

The old man looked nearly seventy years old, with a kind smile on his face, holding a child in each hand.

The scene was like a grandfather leading his grandson and granddaughter.

"Thank you, Mr. Joseph."

The child's mother bowed and thanked. This is a competent mother, probably hoping to encourage her two children in this way.

"They're cute aren't they?" The old man smiled kindly.

Liu Qingshan had a roster in his hand, and then he remembered that this old man was the winner of this year's Physiology or Medicine Prize, Mr. Joseph Murray.

He was the first specialist in the world to complete a kidney transplant and received the award.

The old gentleman has a famous saying: I only hope that more people can live.

This sentiment is still admirable.

At this time, the mother saw that the officials were surrounded by another person, she quickly looked at the directory in her hand, her face was happy, and she lowered her head and said to the little boy:

"Brolin, don't you like it, here comes the literary prize winner."

The little boy was only eleven or twelve years old. The little guy's eyes lit up and he immediately greeted him. He had just seen the large-scale photos and profiles of the winners, and he was a little impressed.

It's just that in the eyes of Westerners, people in the East are similar, and this is probably the same reason that we look at foreigners who look almost the same.

So the little guy looked at the few Orientals in front of him, and then came to Liu Qingshan:

"Sir, can I take a picture with you?"

Liu Qingshan smiled and shrugged: "Of course I'm very happy, but little guy, do you really want to take a photo with a stranger who is not the winner?"

The people around also showed kind smiles, and the little boy seemed to understand, he blinked:

"But sir, where do I really seem to have seen your face?"

At this time, the old man who took the photo just now came over: "Brolin, you can take a photo with Mr. Mountain first. Maybe when you grow up, Mr. Mountain will also be an award winner."

"Mountain? Oh, I remember, I've read your Shepherd's Fantastic Journey, and it's a great book!"

The little boy suddenly looked excited, and the freckles on his little nose glowed with excitement.

Relatively speaking, this shepherd boy is more loved by children.

So Liu Qingshan introduced Writer Lu to the little guy, and then two adults, each leading a child, took a group photo together.

After the photo was taken, Liu Qingshan walked towards the old man just now: "You are Mr. Mori, it's an honor to meet you."

People gave him a hug just now, and of course Liu Qingshan wanted to show respect to the old man.

Morrie is an American, so he has a good understanding of Liu Qingshan's situation, and this is a very hearty little old man, laughing twice:

"Mr. Mountain, your master is the old gentleman who has made outstanding achievements in the treatment of AIDS. He deserves this award more than I do."

Liu Qingshan quickly thanked the master: "You are too modest."

But his heart was also moved: maybe the dumb grandpa really has a chance to win this crown in the future.

The old man Joseph waved his hand: "Mountain, you are too modest. In fact, what I just said is not wrong. You are excellent in literature and economics. As long as you persist, you will definitely surpass me."

Whether this is out of courtesy or encouragement to the younger generation, this evaluation is very high.

Liu Qingshan has never had such an idea. The Nobel Prize or something is not the goal of his efforts.

But sometimes it is like this, unintentionally inserting willows and willows to form a shade, unconsciously, Liu Qingshan has made great achievements and also has the qualification to win the laurel crown.

The only thing that limits him now is age. Liu Qingshan is still too young.

Many of the winners are in their 60s and 70s, or even in their 80s.

Later, Liu Qingshan introduced Writer Lu to Joseph. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was also the winner. Of course, they had to have a friendly exchange.

Just when everyone was chatting happily, suddenly a very abrupt voice came:

"Famous teachers produce high-level apprentices. Mr. Mountain is Professor Peter's favorite student. Of course, he is eligible to win the award, but the premise is that your teacher can win the award, hahaha."

The laughter was a bit harsh, obviously with a bit of ridicule, Liu Qingshan turned his head to look, it was a foreigner in his 60s, staring at Liu Qingshan sharply.

He defiantly said to Liu Qingshan: "Introduce myself, I am Merton, the winner of this year's Economics Prize, and your teacher, Professor Peter, is an old friend."

The phrase old friend, with accents added, is obviously not the kind of very good friend, but may be the enemy.

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