But the problem is, if the award involves diplomacy, then the situation changes.

Each country has its own affairs to manage. As the host country and the world's most populous nation, if a Chinese artist were to compete for this award, the ensuing situation would be far more complex than a simple matter of affecting the whole world.

Just last month, several countries sent representatives to inquire about this matter.

These countries are clearly determined to win the World Arts Awards' Best Contribution Award, but they must first make sure that China has no intention of competing for it, and it would be best if they could also provide them with some convenience and assistance.

Of course, whether this involves any unknown transactions is unknown.

"Is this award very important to you?"

The old man surnamed Chen gave Lin Rui a strange look: "Could you tell me why you suddenly had this idea?"

"You absolutely have to tell me?"

Lin Rui was somewhat puzzled.

"Things are not as simple as you think, because it's not just about awards."

The elderly man surnamed Chen said with a solemn expression, "Without a sufficient reason, it would be really difficult for me to convince those people."

These two short sentences made Lin Rui realize that competing for this award probably involved some other aspects.

No wonder Chen Bin repeatedly told him in the car to make sure he reached an agreement with the elderly man surnamed Chen first.

Lin Rui organized his thoughts and then explained his ideas, as well as the threat from Luo Guo, in detail.

"I knew Abel wasn't a good person!"

Xu Hongzhuo was so angry he almost slammed his fist on the table.

The old man surnamed Chen also looked unpleasant. Luo Guo had been secretly making underhanded moves, and his despicable acts of coercing and enticing Shenzhou artists over the years were too numerous to count.

"I agree to this."

Without much hesitation, the elderly man surnamed Chen smiled and said, "Just go ahead and do it. If you need any help, just let me know."

Xu Hongzhuo was quite surprised. Even if he didn't know the inside story, he could figure out how complicated things were involved.

But the elderly man surnamed Chen agreed so easily, wasn't he worried about internal disagreements?

It should be understood that even if the elderly Mr. Chen held a high official position, he could not possibly make a decision on this matter against the majority opinion.

Some rules cannot be broken!

"Xiaolin, even with our help, it will probably be quite difficult for you to win this award, so you need to be prepared."

The elderly man surnamed Chen was not trying to shirk responsibility when he said this.

“I knew that, so I prepared a plan in advance.”

"Oh? Tell me about it."

Having decided to make this happen, the old man surnamed Chen simply stopped overthinking and became interested when he heard that Lin Rui had a plan.

"I specifically saved some of my work to use in the finals."

At this moment, Lin Rui's expression became less casual and more serious.

"Pop music? Piano? Violin? Or something else?"

A glint of light flashed in the old man's eyes.

Good heavens!

I was just guessing before, but I didn't expect this kid to actually have some hidden gems!

"It will be all right."

"In fact, all music is based on the same principles, and the only difference is the instruments used to play it."

Lin Rui returned to his leisurely and carefree state, ignoring the reactions of the elderly man surnamed Chen and Xu Hongzhuo, and started eating food on his own.

Any good sentence is acceptable!

What a profound truth!

The old man surnamed Chen laughed, and then burst into laughter: "Should I give you a list of contestants who have a high probability of making it to the finals in advance?"