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Volume 1 Chapter 530: Nobel Prize Winner in Literature

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    "Haha, young man, you are very polite." Hel patted Zhou Fan on the shoulder.  "In calling you here this time, I think Academician Ma has already told you. However, here, I still want to confirm again. What we want to ask is, are you willing to accept the Nobel Prize for Literature? Of course, what I said here  , does not mean that the Nobel Prize in Literature will be awarded to you, this is just a procedure. " "I am willing to accept the Nobel Prize in Literature." That's what Zhou Fan said.  "Okay, thank you for your support of our Nobel Prize in Literature. Academician Ma, I have some things I want to discuss with Zhou Fan alone." "Okay, you guys chat." Ma Yueran left knowingly.  "By the way, Zhou Fan, do you know Pumusi?" At this time, Hel suddenly asked Zhou Fan.  "Pumus?" Zhou Fan was shocked, "I don't know much about him, and I haven't seen him." In fact, Zhou Fan has no hostility towards Pumusi, but after going through the attack yesterday, Zhou Fan doesn't have much regard for Pumusi.  good impression.  "Oh, no wonder." "What, Mr. Hull, what do you want to say?" "No hurry, sit down, let's drink a cup of tea first." Hull seemed very patient, took Zhou Fan to sit down, and made some tea  a cup of tea.  "This is your Chinese tea, try it, how does it taste?" Zhou Fan picked up the tea cup and took a small sip.  "Very authentic West Lake Longjing, Mr. Hull, do you also like Chinese tea?" "Haha, I drink it occasionally, but I don't think I like it." Hull shook his head awkwardly.  "I wonder if Mr. Zhou has heard a rumor?" "What rumor?" "Pumusi was seriously hospitalized again. The doctor said that Pumusi may only have two months to live." "Ah" Zhou Fan was a little surprised  .  "Isn't there Pumusi among the top five candidates this time?" "Yes, there is. It's not just this time. In fact, Pumusi has served as such a candidate fifteen times. It can be said that Pumusi has  He is the longest-running candidate for the Nobel Prize. However, judging from the current situation, Pumusi may not win this award in his lifetime. "Brothers, this book has entered the final stage of the novel.  Half the time, updates may be slower in the future. Thank you brothers for always supporting Xiaobai, thank you.  Considering that some people may not have joined the Xiaobai Group, the group number is now provided: 312101252 When talking about this, Hull felt a little sad, "Actually, the Nobel Prize for Literature owes Pumus a  Awards. We had considered letting Pumusi win the award before, but Pumusi was still young at that time, and he was not very lucky at that time, and for various other reasons, we kept waiting and waiting until.  Now, Pumusi still hasn't waited." "Indeed, Pumusi is indeed a great writer." From the bottom of his heart, Zhou Fan still respects Pumusi.  In terms of reputation, this great writer is indeed much better than Zhou Fan.  Moreover, what impressed Zhou Fan the most was that Pumusi's materials were real materials. He just copied some and added some operations, but some of them were really incomparable to Pumusi.  "Really, does Mr. Zhou Fan also admire Pumusi?" "That's right, no matter what else, just in terms of age, Pumusi is my senior, so I respect him. Hearing Zhou Fan's words, He  I thought about it and wanted to say it several times, but kept my mouth shut. "Mr. Hull, do you have something to say to me?"  "Yes, but" Hull nodded, "But I don't know what to say."  " "I'm actually here, Mr. Hull, just tell me.  " "Okay, I'll say it.  " Or maybe he figured it out, Hull finally said, "Mr. Zhou Fan, I wonder if you are willing to give up this year's Nobel Prize to Pumusi.  "    "What?  " Zhou Fan looked at Hel in front of him. He never thought that Hel would make such a request. "Don't get excited, Mr. Zhou Fan. I know that such a request is a bit excessive.  But, I want you to think about it.  "Hell was doing Zhou Fan's work on the side. "Pumus was born in a poor family. He was very, very poor when he was a child.  Even when Pumusi was your age, he was still worrying about eating.  However, even so, Pumusi still persisted with his love for literature.  To this day, Pumusi has created a great seventeen-word poem. In his vicissitudes of life, he has revealed the destruction of life.?.  Unfortunately, Pumusi only has two months to live.  He can't even come to our Sweden. Of course, if nothing unexpected happens, Pumus will leave this world with regrets.  Mr. Zhou Fan, are you willing to give up a place for this writer who is respected all over the world?  " Hearing this, Zhou Fan said nothing. Zhou Fan didn't know whether to agree or not. In fact, he respected Pumusi very much, but respect is one thing, and whether he gives in is another.  Moreover, he did not want to win the Nobel Prize because he wanted to use this award to pave the way for the future of Chinese culture. Therefore, Zhou Fan could not agree to his series of plans.  Zhou Fan didn't nod, so Heer stepped forward and said, "Zhou Fan, it's just like what I said when I saw you just now.  You are very young, no matter where you put your age, you are still very young.  Not to mention, at our Swedish Academy.  Many people may not be as good as you in a lifetime of hard work, but you have accomplished what countless people cannot do in several lifetimes.  Although the Nobel Prize is an honor, I believe that with your ability, you can still get it.  "Young." Zhou Fan swallowed.  ¡°I am indeed very young, and I seem to be able to make a comeback.  However, Zhou Fan still shook his head.  Youth is indeed one¡¯s capital, but for the entire Chinese culture, Zhou Fan¡¯s time is not enough.  Seeing that Zhou Fan was a little moved, Hull continued, "If I promise that next year's Nobel Prize for Literature will be given to you, will you be willing to give up this year's position to Pumusi?" "You promise?" "Yes.  Yes, I promise." Hull stood up and promised.  ?Looking at Hull¡¯s appearance, it doesn¡¯t seem like he¡¯s lying.  Just when Zhou Fan wanted to agree, suddenly, Zhou Fan thought about last night again.  Yesterday night, although Zhou Fan once again told the story of the ugly duckling, it seemed that he shocked them.  But, actually speaking of it, Zhou Fan is still sulking.  Although Pumusi is worthy of respect, the fairy tales he wrote are even greater.  Moreover, Zhou Fan seems to have no concept of giving in from the bottom of his heart. He has not yet reached that height.  Especially, when Zhou Fan once again thought about Pumusi waiting for decades but still not getting the Nobel Prize, Zhou Fan shook his head.  The Nobel Prize is not something you can just say. Although Hull is the Secretary-General of the Swedish Academy, this award is not something he can decide.  If he could decide, then Pumusi would not be able to wait and wait, and he would wait for decades.  Pumusi was also young back then. He had been waiting all his life, not to mention himself.  If I agree to this, I might be able to win it next year.  However, it is also very possible that it is the same as Pumusi.  Because Zhou Fan is in his best condition now. If his popularity declines in the future, I'm afraideven if he dies, he won't be able to wait for such a Nobel Prize.  Just when Zhou Fan didn't know how to answer, a shout suddenly came, "I don't agree. I don't agree with this sentence. Naturally, it was not said by Zhou Fan." And when Zhou Fan looked towards that voice, he just  I saw a gray-haired old man at the gate, holding his crutches tremblingly, and with the support of two people, he walked in with difficulty, "Mr. Pumus."  " Hull was shocked. "Mr. Pumus, why are you here?  "Mr. Hull, thank you for your support. Although I, Pumusi, really want to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, I don't want such an award to turn into a deal."  "Pumus resisted the physical discomfort, and kept coughing violently every time he said a word. This made Zhou Fan who was standing aside frightened. "And, this time, Mr. Zhou Fan's  No matter in every aspect, fairy tales are more literary and more meaningful than my seventeen-word poem. I think Mr. Zhou Fan should win the Nobel Prize.  "While speaking, Pumusi walked towards Zhou Fan. "Mr. Pumusi.  " Zhou Fan was extremely surprised to see Pumusi appearing in front of him in person. Especially when he saw Pumusi enduring injuries all over his body, and the sentence I disagreed with, it made Zhou Fan even more disappointed with Pumusi.  In awe. This is a real writer. Some people were not interested in him before. Thinking of this, Zhou Fan felt a little ashamed. "Young man, I am very optimistic about you."  What our world needs is geniuses like you.  " "Thank you, Mr. Pumus.  " Zhou Fan stood up and stared at this proud man. "What else does Pumusi want to say?, However, looking at his appearance, he kept coughing again, and the two people beside him hurriedly said, "Mr. Pumus, you can't talk anymore. I will help you go back to rest now." "No, no need." "  I still have something to say, I still have something to say." Struggling, Pumusi continued, "Young man, don't blame Hull. If you blame me, blame me for being like this and arousing the sympathy of others." "  No, Mr. Pumusi, I don¡¯t hate Mr. Hull.¡± At this time, who else would Zhou Fan blame?  Now, he can only admire this Pumusi even more.  "Young man, you are very kind." Smiling at Zhou Fan, Pumusi left with the support of the two of them.  The third day.  This is the day when the Nobel Prize will be moved this year.  Friends who have been waiting at the Swedish Academy for a long time will witness the birth of another Nobel Prize in Literature today.  It was Pumusi who won the grand prize for his seventeen-word poem.  Or is it the amazingly talented Zhou Fan?  In short, no matter who wins the grand prize, it is possible to set a record.  One is to fulfill a lifelong wish.  The other is to break the youngest age of Nobel Prize winner.  So, who can get it?  ¡°No one knew until Hull, an academician of the Swedish Academy, announced it.  I think it¡¯s Pumusi.  It is said that Pumus came to Sweden even though he was seriously ill. He is very likely to win the award.  No, I think it¡¯s Zhou Fan.  I heard that Pumusi was injured again yesterday for some reason and was sent to the hospital.  "Okay, okay, let's stop guessing. Look, Academician Hull is out.
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