The Peace Hotel was located on the busiest street in the center of Yanjing.
The hotel had already been booked for a month. In other words, the hotel would not serve any guests for a month.
The person who booked the hotel was not a company, but the National Bureau of Culture.
The Peace Hotel was a government agency, just like any other guesthouse in a city or county.
However, even though Yanjing was called a city, it was a city directly under the central government. Its level was no different from a provincial level. How could a guesthouse in a province be bad?
The reason why the Cultural Affairs Bureau would pay a monthly fee was entirely because of Chinese literature. The Triennial Summit Literature Cup was officially held today.
In the morning, leaders from all walks of life, scholars from all walks of life, and Chinese language professors from all over the world gathered here.
After a series of meetings, the head of the national publicity department personally announced the official start of the competition. In an instant, this competition attracted the attention of countless people.
The rules of the competition were not introduced in detail. The main point was to introduce the judges here.
There were nearly a hundred examiners, and among them were all elite professors from various universities. They all knew a lot about Chinese literature.
The 100-odd examiners weren't the most important people. The most important people were the 10 top scholars.
These ten top scholars were either the principals of famous schools or honorary principals of famous schools. All of them were famous figures in the education and literary world.
It could be said that this competition was a feast for the entire Chinese literary world.
After completing some necessary procedures, everyone began to perform their duties.
Every examiner had their own office. This place could accommodate seven to eight people. Usually, the review teachers would bring a few outstanding students over. Firstly, it would be convenient for them to work, and secondly, it would allow them to see the world.
"Old Man Yan is here again, tsk tsk!”
"That's right. This Old Yan caused a huge commotion last time!”
"Let's just do our own thing.”
The judges were all professors from various universities, and each of them was highly respected. After the meeting ended, they left the meeting room together. Suddenly, they saw an old-fashioned old man leaving with two disciples, causing some people to gossip.
The old man's name was Yan Zheng, and he was the most awesome professor in Yanjing University.
Why was he awesome? The number one chief of China had once been punished by him. As the number one master of Chinese literature, Yang Fan had been arranged by this old man to clean the toilet when he was studying.
He had done this kind of awesome thing countless times.
He was only willing to be a professor at Yanjing University. If he wanted to, he could even be the principal. It was just that he was focused on learning and did not want to do so many messy things.
Most importantly, he had done something earth-shattering in the last competition.
A 70-year-old scholar had written a long article and mailed it to him. Then, after looking through it, he directly crossed it out.
When the old scholar saw that his essay was not selected in the preliminary round, he was immediately puzzled. This was because one of his disciples had been successfully selected, but why was he not selected?
Did he forget? Still no mail?
A series of questions made the old scholar come to the official venue of the competition despite his old body.
When he found out that his thesis had been rejected, the old scholar was furious. He had shown his manuscript to many people, and many people had agreed with it.
If he didn't have any real strength, why would this old scholar come to Beijing personally?
In the end, when they found out that Yan Zheng had personally approved the draft, they caused a ruckus among the competition officials. The meaning was very simple. Some articles were worse than his, but they could still be selected. Why wasn't he selected?
This old scholar had a certain level of fame. With such a ruckus, countless people who paid attention to the Literature Cup began to suspect that there was an inside story. In an instant, the Literature Cup was pushed onto the fishing wheel.
In the end, the officials wanted to apologize and invited Yan Zheng. He was prepared to turn a big issue into a small one, and a small matter into nothing.
But what about Yan Zheng? At the press conference, he angrily criticized the old scholar. The two of them finally began to argue at the press conference.
At the end, Yan Zheng only said one sentence.
"No passing means no passing. Among the hundred works, he can be nominated. However, it was impossible for him to pass the test. The reason was very simple. There were many places that the other party did not write very well!”
Because of this, the old scholar was about to die of anger. In the end, after a huge commotion, the two of them became enemies. The old scholar also left helplessly. Before he left, he still expressed that the competition was unfair.
Now, when they saw Yan Zheng in this year's competition, they all revealed doubts. Why did the officials invite him to be the teacher of this selection?
Each of the 100 judges selected the essays that they thought were good and submitted them to the top 10 judges.
The ten top judges each chose fifteen works. In the end, they agreed to let him have a hundred names.
Yan Zheng was one of the top ten judges.
However, even the top judges couldn't stay idle. When they had nothing to do, they would also share some of the work of the ordinary judges. However, relatively speaking, they only reviewed a few manuscripts a day.
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"Teacher, your fame has risen in the Literature Cup!”
Inside the room, Yan Zheng brought two disciples to the room and prepared to start work.
This room was a business room with a dedicated office space.
The three of them sat there. A few computers and some paper and pens were neatly placed on the table.
"What fame? These people just want to see what kind of trouble this old bag of bones can cause. Alright, let's not waste our time here. It will attract gossip again. Snowy, go to the official manuscript box and bring fifty manuscripts over!”
When Yan Zheng entered the room and heard his disciple's words, he didn't say anything. Because of his style, he had offended countless people, and countless people were talking about him behind his back. He was used to it. Anyway, he was alone and did not ask for help.
"Hey!"
The girl who was called Xiao Xue nodded immediately. Then, she left the room with her senior brother and went downstairs to get the manuscript according to the teacher's order!
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