First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 119 Request of the program group (fourth more)

  As Dong Feifei’s voice fell, Zhang Guoliang once again stepped onto the stage and put on a medal for Su Yuqi, who was wearing a red woolen coat.

  "Thank you, Chairman Zhang." Su Yuqi bowed to Zhang Guoliang and thanked him.

  "This is what you deserve! As the host said, your life, your experience, your difficulties and achievements will stand in the Jingzhou Literature Museum together with the book "Life" forever."

After Zhang Guoliang responded to Su Yuqi, he suddenly turned to face the camera and said: "Su Yuqi is a celebrity artist, but she is also an excellent writer."

  "Here, I also hope that our strong motherland will have more star artists such as Su Yuqi in the future, and there will be better development for the society and the future of the country."

   Zhang Guoliang is the president of the association. Although he has no real power, his words represent a deep position to a certain extent.

In fact, the reason why Su Yuqi was nominated for a Mao Dun Award, in addition to "Life" is really good enough, there is also part of the reason because she is a celebrity with a relatively large influence, and she has the kind of reputation and reputation that has always been better. Star.

  So to give Su Yuqi the nomination award, it is also to make a slogan for the entertainment industry!

   Just like the Benoy Peace Prize awarded to the president of the country who loves war most.

  In fact, this can be called a political choice.

   "Thank you, Chairman Zhang, I will continue to work hard!" Su Yuqi said with tears in her eyes.

   While talking, Su Yuqi looked at Li Ang who was sitting in the fourth row.

  In her tearful eyes, she was shining with pride and contempt, as if she was saying:

  Li Ang, I gave you 10 million at the beginning and you didn’t want it. Was it to keep your last trace of dignity?

  But so what, now I am standing on the highest literary award platform in the country. I even asked President Zhang Guoliang to say in person that there will be more celebrities like me in society in the future.

how about you? You are just an ordinary online literature writer!

  ……

  As soon as Zhang Guoliang said this sentence, the fans who had no brains to praise Su Yuqi in front of the TV are now even more brainless.

  They opened Weibo one by one, posted a photo, and then left a message one after another:

   "Su Su really is the best, even the president of the Chinese Writers Association personally named and praised!"

  This group of brainless fans, while holding Su Yuqi in their hearts, brought out the hot news that had long expired.

   "Before, someone compared Li Ang, who wrote about fighting against the sky and ghost blowing the lamp, with my Su Su, hehe, ridiculous, it’s ridiculous!"

   "Lee Ang? What kind of thing is that, a writer who writes online novels, what qualifications does he have to compare with my Susu."

   "Yes, what qualifications does Ang Li have? It's ridiculous!"

  ……

  Ma Fang in front of the TV, when she saw Su Yuqi's performance and heard what Zhang Guoliang said, her face was full of victory.

  Success!

  This is what the president of the Writers Association said personally. This is to set a benchmark for the entire entertainment industry!

  Su Yuqi’s persona has been completely completed, and it has been completely erected!

  The entertainment industry sells one-person settings.

  In the future, as long as he doesn't make particularly big mistakes, Su Yuqi's future path will only go smoothly.

  ……

  Fang Guokun and Li Dazhu sat in front of the TV, watching the awards to Su Yuqi with blank expressions.

   "You said you want a warm home, my son gave you. But you became a big star, but divorced my son... Hehe, what a woman, this is really a proud woman."

  Li Dazhu drowned the cigarette in his mouth in the ashtray and threw it into the trash can. Two white smoke came out of his nose and spoke with a frosty face.

  Fang Guokun comforted from the side: “It’s okay, this Su Yuqi only received a nomination for the Mao Dun Award. Next, the real protagonist of the Literature Museum is An Zhi Ruo Su, who won the Mao Dun Literature Award, Xiao An!”

  ……

  Jingzhou Zhuzi Music Composition Department.

  In the morning, they had already completed the task in a hurry. In the afternoon, they got the approval of the general manager and can watch the two-hour award presentation process.

  After hearing the story of Su Yuqi, these elders shook their heads and sighed in sympathy.

   "This Su Yuqi is indeed talented, and the experience is also distressing. It's really not easy for such a woman to get to this point."

   "Old Fang, let’s not say that it’s not easy. What status is our current status? We can only pity people and we are not qualified to go to poor people."

   "That's right, it seems that we are even more pitiful."

  A group of people laughed, and then continued to stare at the computer screen.

   "There should be a nomination award after Su Yuqi, and in the end should be the real winner of the Mao Dun Literature Award, right?"

   "No, the writers' association is secretive, and I don’t know who the real winner is."

   "What's the hurry, it will only take more than ten minutes."

  Everyone is tickling in their hearts, eagerly looking forward to the appearance of the real winner of the Mao Dun Literature Award.

  ……

On the venue of the   Literature Museum, Ang Li also felt that Su Yuqi projected from the stage with a somewhat contemptuous and triumphant gaze.

  Li Ann thought it was a little ridiculous.

  After the divorce, the two actually wondered how to be better than each other and live better than each other?

  Human nature is really complicated.

  At this time, the mobile phone in Li An’s pocket suddenly rang, and he looked down and saw that it was a text message sent by President Liu Chuang.

   "Comrade Li An, please go backstage, it's up to you to play right away!"

  Li Ang put away the phone, then smiled at the third brother Tang Chi and said after going to the bathroom, he quickly came to the background.

  Chairman Liu Chuang was already waiting, and beside Liu Chuang was a middle-aged man wearing a suit.

  "This is Comrade Li An, the winner of this Mao Dun Award." Chairman Liu Chuang introduced to the man first, and then introduced to Li An: "This is the screenwriter of CCTV, responsible for our program group today, called Zhang Quan."

   "Hello, Mr. Li An." After Zhang Quan and Li An shook hands briefly, they ran directly into the subject and said:

   "This time the TV station’s live broadcast is two hours, but some of the nominated writers in the front have too few words, so there is still one hour before the end of the show!"

   "According to my guess, when Comrade Li Ann comes on stage, there will be fifty minutes left on the show. This time is too long. We must keep your awards time around thirty minutes."

   "So, our program temporarily introduced a plan."

  Zhang Quan said, took out a black face towel and said: "This plan is called a quiz plan!"

  "You wear a scarf to make the audience guess who you are. At this time, you can recite two more poems at will, whether it's a collection of your poems or original ones, recite one poem anyway."

"When you finish reciting the poem, it is estimated that four or five minutes have passed. At this time, teacher Dong Feifei will introduce your identity, and then interview and consult with you. At that time, you can talk as much as possible. Ten minutes passed."

  "Finally, at the invitation of Chairman Zhang Guoliang, you unmask your mask!"

  “This will not only make the program more effective, but also shock the audience and make your focus more visible. It can also fill up the time.”

  Zhang Quan stuffed the black face towel into Li An’s hand, and said in a pleading tone: "Comrade Li An, thank you for your hard work!"

  Li Ang has not always refused to others. There is no way, Li Ang nodded, and then put the face towel on his face.

  (End of this chapter)