Lin Xuan came to Book Great Xia, the venue of Zhao Liying's new book signing.
At a glance, he saw the strange atmosphere.
And there was that person.
"Sun Haiming? Why is this old thing here?"
When Lin Xuan saw the other party, he immediately felt strange.
This old fellow had always been sworn enemies with Lin Xuan, be it in reality, on the Internet, or in literature.
Because of Sun Haiming, he would always be the representative of the bestseller list of physical books.
As for Lin Xuan, he was a leading figure in the new era of novels who made his fortune from online novels.
It was completely the opposite.
The most infuriating thing was that what Lin Xuan earned in a day was equivalent to what Sun Haiming earned in a year.
Isn't it infuriating?
However, Sun Haiming definitely did not appear here because of Zhao Liying. Lin Xuan was very sure of this.
He guessed that it was most likely because of his appearance that Sun Haiming received the news, and this old fellow came directly.
The whole thing was a little strange.
Lin Xuan was about to walk forward when he heard a few young reporters in the press area in front of him discussing something enthusiastically.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuan took out a mask and put it on. Coupled with sunglasses, no one could recognize him.
He immediately went behind the young reporters and listened to their comments on the scene.
After all, Lin Xuan would not fight a fight he was not confident in.
"Heavens, what day is it today? I can actually see this great god!”
"God? Who dared to call himself a god in front of Lin Xuan!”
This sentence was said by Lin Xuan. He wanted to hear these people's opinions.
"It's him! This person is very awesome."
"Who is this person? It looks very awesome."
"You don't even know him? He was the only person in China who had a chance of winning an international science fiction award: Sun Haiming from the Hugo Awards!"
"Oh my god, is this Sun Haiming that powerful? He actually won the Hugo Award!"
When Lin Xuan heard this, he was stunned. He clearly remembered that when he went downstairs just now, the head of the Writers 'Association, Mo Yun, had said that no one in China had won the Hugo Award. He was the first person. Could it be that Mo Yun was wrong?
Lin Xuan was puzzled when the reporter spoke again.
"Brother, which TV station are you from? Did you hear what I said? I'm saying that he has a chance, and he's the only one who has a chance of winning the Hugo Award.”
"What do you mean there's hope? Did you win the award or not?"
"Of course not. No one in China has ever won a Hugo Award.”
"Really? Where was God Lin Xuan? He didn't get it either?"
"God Lin Xuan has never published a science fiction work, so he still hasn't. The only author in the country who has come into contact with the Hugo Award is this Sun Haiming.”
"I see, but you just said that Sun Haiming has hope. What does that mean?”
Lin Xuan asked directly. He had an inexplicable feeling now.
If Lin Xuan were to describe this feeling, it would feel like an emperor visiting in disguise.
If he used the words that Lin Xuan often wrote in online novels to describe it, it was like pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger.
However, even if Lin Xuan was a pig, he was still the ancient Pig Emperor, the most awesome pig.
If Sun Haiming was a tiger, then he would be the tiger grandson that was stepped on by the Ancient Pig Emperor.
When the reporter heard Lin Xuan's words, he felt as if he had found a soulmate and immediately started talking.
"Because last year, on the same day as last year, Sun Haiming's book, My Married Life with an Alien, was nominated for the final of the Hugo Awards."
"Of course, although he was eliminated in the end, which means that he was defeated by someone and missed out on the Hugo Award in the end, his qualifications are enough to be king in the Chinese cultural circle.”
"It does sound powerful."
Lin Xuan agreed very much and nodded with the reporters beside him.
"Of course."
"But what if he's compared to Lin Xuan?"
Lin Xuan asked again.
After the reporter heard this, he hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"This... I'm not sure. It was hard to say, but if they really compared, Sun Haiming had won second place in the Hugo Award. Sun Haiming should be better, right?”
"I don't think so. I've read Sun Haiming's book, My Married Life with an Alien. It's so messy. Lin Xuan's novel is more interesting. I support Lin Xuan!"
Lin Xuan said loudly, causing the few people in front to frown and look over. They even glared at Lin Xuan.
These reporters were all famous reporters. Everyone wanted to ask which television station Lin Xuan was from and why he did not know the rules.
Lin Xuan did not care about this, but he remembered the reporters and the television station who frowned at him. Don't even think about interviewing me in the future!
How dare you frown at me!
In fact, although the reporters looked very impressive, it also depended on who they interviewed.
What kind of people did Yang Lan interview? Did anyone dare to look down on Yang Lan?
However, there were thousands of reporters from the same TV station as Yang Lan. Would anyone remember them?
This was the truth.
If there was really someone who could obtain the exclusive right to interview Lin Xuan, then this person might be able to be promoted to the deputy station head of the television station just based on this interview.
It could not be helped. Lin Xuan had this strength and charm.
At this moment, after the reporter heard Lin Xuan's words, he shook his head and felt a little regretful.
"It's useless for us to support him, and looking at the situation now, it seems like Sun Haiming is here for Zhao Liying.”
"Are you stupid? That's impossible. Zhao Liying is a female celebrity. I think that Sun Haiming should know that Lin Xuan is here.”
Lin Xuan immediately said.
"F * ck, brother, your analysis is awesome. Could it be that you know the inside story?”
"I don't know any insider information either. I just analyzed it. A few years ago, before Lin Xuan wrote 'Dream of the Red Chamber', he only wrote some online novels and martial arts novels, but they sold especially well. This caused a large number of best-selling authors to become jokes.”
Lin Xuan spoke directly, immediately causing these reporters to be stunned.
This was because the thing Lin Xuan was talking about was something that Lin Xuan himself had experienced!
In the world, no one knew better than Lin Xuan.
"Why did those best-selling authors become jokes? Why?"
"Because those authors used to like to brag that they could earn two million yuan in royalties by casually writing a few words a year. At that time, all industries thought that writers were awesome, and those best-selling authors were especially awesome. However, what no one expected was that Lin Xuan had just appeared and earned 200 million yuan in his first year.”
Lin Xuan said directly, and his words made these reporters laugh to death.
"Pfft, I'm dying of laughter. 2 million and 200 million? I'm dying of laughter, haha!"
"So, because of Lin Xuan's royalties, those best-selling authors feel that they have been humiliated. In fact, Lin Xuan is not targeting them at all, but they also feel that they have been greatly humiliated.”
"Hence, God Lin Xuan became a thorn in the eyes of those writers. They always wanted to kill Lin Xuan. Of course, they didn't really kill him. They just wanted to find trouble. They said that Lin Xuan only knew how to write these white articles and that he was too unskilled.”
Lin Xuan pretended to be a young reporter who supported Lin Xuan and immediately resonated with another reporter who was also a fan of Lin Xuan. The other party immediately nodded and spoke.
"I think I know about this. At that time, the articles that God Lin Xuan wrote were all fast-paced articles. It was good to look at them. Because he earned too much, it made some authors jealous, so those authors scolded God Lin Xuan online.”
"But because God Lin Xuan has hundreds of millions of fans, he fought with those people. That battle was almost called the God-slaying Battle. It was these authors who wanted to kill God Lin Xuan.”
"Damn, it sounds so exciting. Then what? How is God Lin Xuan?"
When Lin Xuan heard this, he was f * cking stunned.
A battle to kill a god?
Why didn't he know?
When did someone want to kill him?
Lin Xuan was dumbfounded.
Lin Xuan's reaction was also quite true. The reporter gained vanity and immediately answered his questions.
"Of course God Lin Xuan is fine. If he had walked down from the altar at that time, he wouldn't be God Lin Xuan. God Lin Xuan didn't show up at all during the god-slaying battle, but a month later, he directly published 'Dream of the Red Chamber', and then the whole world went silent.”
"Why is it quiet?"
Lin Xuan spoke again. The reporters beside him were a little angry because the questions they wanted to ask were all asked by Lin Xuan.
Everyone wanted to know which television station Lin Xuan was from. He was so good at snatching words. They did not know that there were differences in levels between reporters.
The local TV station reporter was beaten up by the city reporters.
The city reporter was beaten up by the provincial reporter.
The provincial reporter was beaten up by the Central TV reporter.
As for the Central TV reporter, when Lin Xuan walked out of the elevator, the guy who pointed at Lin Xuan and said who he was beaten up by Lin Xuan.
This meant that the mouse was eaten by the cat, the cat was eaten by the tiger, the tiger was eaten by the elephant, and the elephant was eaten by the mouse.
"Because it's a slap in the face! Those writers said that God Lin Xuan only knew how to write small white words, but God Lin Xuan actually wrote 'Dream of the Red Chamber' in classical Chinese. No one could do this! It's classical Chinese, brother, and it's written so beautifully!”
"So that's how it is. This is called face slapping! Everyone said that Lin Xuan only knew how to write fast-food novels, but they did not expect him to actually write 'Dream of the Red Chamber'. These people must have felt what it meant to be slapped in the face on the spot.”
"Of course, but what does this have to do with Sun Haiming?”
Lin Xuan raised the doubt in his heart because when he heard this, his vanity was basically satisfied. What was left was doubt.
Sometimes, Lin Xuan felt that the true truth and answers in this world appeared in this kind of unconscious chat.
"The relationship is too big. Because that god-slaying battle was organized by Sun Haiming. This guy is too jealous of God Lin Xuan. Because Sun Haiming writes science fiction, his annual royalties are at most 1 million yuan. God Lin Xuan can easily earn hundreds of millions a year. Of course he is jealous, so he wants to pull God Lin Xuan down.”
"That's right, brother. Even if Sun Haiming succeeds, he still won't be able to earn that much money. Most importantly, how can God Lin Xuan be pulled down from the altar? He's God Lin Xuan!”
Lin Xuan immediately agreed. His words also attracted the approval of a few reporters who were also Lin Xuan's fans.
"So I guess that Sun Haiming didn't appear here to look for Zhao Liying, but to look for God Lin Xuan.”
"If I remember correctly, the last time God Lin Xuan published his work was a year ago, and the last time he appeared was also a year ago.”
"That's right. A year ago, on this day last year, Sun Haiming won second place for the Hugo Award!”
"This matter can be matched now! So Sun Haiming is so sinister. I'm so worried about God Lin Xuan.”
Lin Xuan said with great heartache. The reporters beside him were also very worried.
"I'm also worried about God Lin Xuan, but we have no choice. Look, God Lin Xuan isn't here now. If he leaves, it's actually the best outcome, but if God Lin Xuan returns, then it'll be big trouble.”
"What trouble?"
"If God Lin Xuan comes back, then Sun Haiming will definitely use his status to pressure people. Perhaps this guy has been looking for God Lin Xuan for half a year. With this kind of caution, who can guess his thoughts?”
"But Sun Haiming didn't win the Hugo Award. What kind of status does he have?”
Lin Xuan asked curiously.
"He was able to enter the finals of the Hugo Awards, which is already a kind of proof and qualification. Although God Lin Xuan is very famous, he has never won any international awards, not even the second prize. So if Sun Haiming really finds trouble with God Lin Xuan, then God Lin Xuan will really have a hard time dealing with this matter.”
The young reporter answered Lin Xuan's question.
Lin Xuan had a feeling of answering questions.
However, it was still getting weirder and weirder.
When Lin Xuan heard this, he felt more and more strange.
Why was it so coincidental that he had not appeared in public for a year?
However, Sun Haiming came knocking on her door the moment she appeared?
Among the people he knew, other than Zhao Liying, the only one who knew about his appearance today was the head of the Writers 'Association, Mo Yun.
"Let's chat first. I'll make a call.”
"Hurry up and come back. I'll continue to explain to you how awesome God Lin Xuan is later!”
"Alright!"
Lin Xuan replied happily. He walked to a place where there was no one beside him and called Old Mo of the Writers 'Association.
"Uncle Mo, Sun Haiming suddenly appeared.”
"Hehe, don't be surprised. I told him.”
Before Lin Xuan could ask anything, Mo Yun seemed to have already guessed the purpose of Lin Xuan's call.
Therefore, when the head of the Writers 'Association, Mo Yun, said this, Lin Xuan was stunned.
"Why?"
"I'm giving you a big gift."
"You told Sun Haiming about my appearance? This is called giving me a gift? From Sun Haiming's expression, it didn't seem like he was here to congratulate me.”
Lin Xuan did not understand Mo Yun's meaning at all, but he knew that Mo Yun was not the kind of person who liked to tease people. Mo Yun definitely had a reason for doing so.
"Hehe, in the entire of China, the number of people who know that you have won a world-class literary award at the same time can be counted on one hand. In the entire Writers 'Association, only I know about it.”
"What do you mean?"
"I won't comment on Sun Haiming's character, but after I took office, he targeted me in every way. After you appeared, you had my label on you, and he also targeted you in every way, so I'm very dissatisfied.”
When Mo Yun spoke to Lin Xuan, he would never hide anything. Perhaps it was because they had the same identity. One was the head of the Writers 'Association, and the other was the honorary head. In addition, they were also friends regardless of age, so they could say anything.
"Uncle Mo, I think I've heard about the two of you. If it wasn't for you, Sun Haiming would have been the head of this year's Writers 'Association, but I didn't expect you to interfere.”
Lin Xuan had more or less heard about Mo Yun and Sun Haiming's matter and knew some things.
"Brat, what nonsense are you talking about?”
"I mean, Uncle Mo, you said you were going to give me a gift. What gift?”
Lin Xuan saw that Mo Yun was not letting go of his words, and he quickly changed the topic.
"Little Xuan, you disappeared for a year, and Sun Haiming was suffocated. This time last year, he won the second prize of the Hugo Award. He was especially smug in the entire Writers 'Association, and he wanted to show off to you every day and humiliate you.”
Mo Yun spoke directly. When Lin Xuan heard that, he immediately thought of something.
"Last year? Was it when you told me that China's science fiction was too weak and asked me to write a novel?”
"Yes, it can be said that I was also angered by Sun Haiming's arrogance, but I didn't have the ability to write it, so I let you write it. You did well, kid. You actually won the Hugo Award and the Nebula Award.”
Mo Yun nodded in satisfaction. Lin Xuan could even feel that Mo Yun must have smiled until his eyes narrowed through the phone.
"So?"
"Sun Haiming likes to show off. He will definitely use the second place of the Hugo Award to suppress you. He doesn't even know that you won the Hugo Award.。。。”
Mo Yun did not continue.
This was because he believed that Lin Xuan already understood what he meant.
Indeed, when Lin Xuan heard this, his eyes immediately lit up.
"Uncle Mo, you're very bad."
"Hehe, you too."
Lin Xuan and Mo Yun, one old and one young, both let out fox-like smug laughter.
Lin Xuan was confident at this moment and nodded in satisfaction.
Lin Xuan turned around and returned to the reporter's area. The reporter from the local television station who had been praising Lin Xuan was still worried for him.
Although he was a reporter, aside from his identity as a reporter, he was Lin Xuan's hardcore fan.
It could be said that every classic collection of Lin Xuan's books was in this little reporter's house.
It could be seen how much he liked Lin Xuan!
"Brothers, where are we? I feel that as long as God Lin Xuan does not appear now, nothing will happen.”
Lin Xuan said directly, and the little reporter immediately disagreed.
"It can't be. Why do I feel that even if God Lin Xuan doesn't have any experience in winning awards, he can still torture this Sun Haiming to death just by himself?”
The young reporter said with some yearning.
The reporters from the provincial and municipal television stations looked disdainful.
Lin Xuan felt that this little reporter was right.
"Brother, your analysis makes sense.”
Lin Xuan said with a smile.
However, Lin Xuan forgot one thing.
He had just turned around to go somewhere with no one around. When he called Old Mo from the Writers 'Association, he had taken off his mask and sunglasses.
And now, he was not wearing a mask or sunglasses at all.
His appearance appeared in the young reporter's eyes.
"That's right, but it's useless even if my analysis makes sense. Forget it, let's look forward to it. God Lin Xuan, don't come back. Brother, why do I feel like your words sound familiar?。。Damn, damn, God Lin Xuan!”
The young reporter turned around and was instantly stunned.
She stuttered and her face turned red.
The little reporter did not expect that the person standing behind him and chatting with him was actually Lin Xuan himself!
Awkward!
Awkward!
This was too f * cking awkward!
They actually secretly discussed Lin Xuan for a long time in front of him.
Lin Xuan heard every word!
It was so awkward.
The young reporter was dumbfounded. He looked straight at Lin Xuan. It was obvious that he wanted to explain something, but because he saw a god like Lin Xuan, he was too nervous and could not say a word.
He had even begun to imagine that if Lin Xuan was angry, he would be fired by the television station. At that time, the career that he had worked so hard for would be gone. His girlfriend would probably break up with him, and his parents would definitely break half of his leg.
The young reporter's eyes instantly turned red. He felt like he was about to cry.
A few provincial television reporters were also shocked.
However, they were still glad that they did not say anything targeted to Lin Xuan just now.
After all, Lin Xuan was too awesome. No one knew what he liked to hear.
Therefore, the provincial television reporters looked at the young reporter with sympathy and ridicule!
Serves him right!
You're full of nonsense!
This time, Lin Xuan heard it. You're stupid!
The young reporter was on the verge of tears.
He was even trembling.
What was Lin Xuan?
Putting aside everything about Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan's words were enough to determine the future of the little reporter!
The young reporter had just graduated for almost ten years before he finally managed to get into the career of a reporter.
Because he had a formal job, the young reporter had an ordinary girlfriend.
The little reporter felt that his life was already content. He read the novels written by God Lin Xuan every day and daydreamed that one day, he could personally interview God Lin Xuan. At that time, he would definitely be promoted and have a raise.
But today, everything might turn into a bubble.
Not only would their hopes be shattered, but they might even lose their jobs.
It wasn't a possibility, but a certainty that there would be no job this time.
The young reporter was so nervous that his entire body was trembling.
However, he did not expect Lin Xuan to nod in satisfaction.
"I can do it, brother. I like your evaluation of me.”
"Thank…thank you, Mr. Lin."
"Don't call me Mister Lin, call me Brother Xuan.”
"Yes, Brother Xuan."
The young reporter looked to be about 28 years old, but facing the 22-year-old Lin Xuan, he was as nervous as a primary school student.
"Take down my phone number. The day after tomorrow or in a few days, I plan to do an exclusive interview for you.”
“。。。。。”
"Are you unwilling?"
"No, no, God Lin Xuan, I peed my pants.”
"Look at you."
Lin Xuan looked at the other party with disdain.
It might not be the first time a young reporter had peed in his pants.
But it was the best time he had ever peed.
Happiness came too suddenly!
The only reporter in the Chinese reporter circle who could interview Lin Xuan alone?
The little reporter was almost going crazy with joy!
He could even see the scene of the television station serving him tea and water personally after he returned to the station.
Lin Xuan did not care what this reporter thought. He already knew what would happen later.
"Hehe, you bunch of brats, get out of the way. Watch carefully. Brother Xuan, I'm going to pretend.”
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