Chapter 57: The Level of the Nobel Prize in Literature in the Storm Li…
Li Daohua had no idea about the level of the Nobel Prize in Literature. She was now at home laughing at the chaos reported in the newspaper.
There is a saying, one step ahead is a genius, two steps ahead is a madman.
At this moment, Mai Sui is considered a lunatic, but it won’t be long before Wanwan’s romance novels are discovered when they are spread to the mainland.
Deeply influenced by "advanced" overseas culture and in line with international standards, Taiwanese romance novels and Taiwanese melodramatic dramas are truly shocking.
It can be considered as sacrificing Mai Sui so that everyone can get used to the bloody nature of Wanwan romance in advance.
The 1980s was the time when Taiwanese romance novels entered the mainland, and all kinds of strange ideas were brought in with these novels.
Many people who are in love have developed the idea that nothing is more important than love because they have read too many novels like this.
As for what everyone said about asking her to come forward, Li Daohua was even happier. She knew to blow away the snot in her mouth and now she remembered how good Daohua was.
The winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature has been officially announced, and as expected, it is not Li Daohua.
She thought it was reasonable, but others thought it was a pity. On the odds list, Li Daohua finally ranked ninth, which was not easy.
Domestic newspapers even sent out special messages to comfort Li Daohua, saying that she is young and still has a chance. This year's winner is the 55-year-old Márquez, the author of "One Hundred Years of Solitude."
At the age of 55, there is still a big age difference between her and Li Daohua, who is only 22 years old. But when it comes to literature, there is no such thing as "younger people are stronger than younger ones".
Li Daohua is preparing to write a novel seriously, and wants to publish it quickly while everyone's attention is on Mai Sui.
Otherwise, with the title of being nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature, people would come out to comment on whatever she writes.
She had also thought about what to write. "The Wreath under the Mountain" had just been published, which was a signal that the self-defense war against Vietnam could be written.
Most people can’t write this. The author of “The Garland under the Mountain” is a member of the army, and writing this can be regarded as a propaganda task.
This was not what Li Daohua was going to write about. It was just a story about overseas Chinese who were expelled from Vietnam during the war.
There are many overseas Chinese in our country, spread all over the world. Some of them came here involuntarily before, but later on they basically came here on their own initiative in order to make money.
Two thousand years ago, there were still many opportunities to make money abroad. After two thousand years, going abroad became more selective. As time went on, it became more difficult to make money abroad.
However, those who were able to go abroad to earn money two thousand years ago were actually capable of making a living, and if they stayed in the country, their chances of doing well would not be too bad.
There are also some people who are on the run. They have committed crimes in the country and can no longer make it, so they go abroad to seek refuge and make money at the same time.
Li Daohua also knows some people who want to make money but don’t know the situation, so they go to the most inappropriate place to make money at the most inappropriate time.
For example, the most common thing later on was to go to northern Myanmar to make money. Who was the smartest person to come up with this idea? It was a broken place where the locals couldn't even survive, so how could they, the outsiders, make money there?
Li Daohua also knew that before traveling through time, she had a relative who did not go to northern Myanmar, but with the help of her relative, smuggled into South Korea to make money.
When she first heard about smuggling, her brain shrank. What era was it in? People were still smuggling to work in Korea.
The relative said he made seven thousand a day, and when he said that, his tone was full of pride, as if the family would become very successful tomorrow.
When I asked her whether it was RMB or Korean Won, she said she didn't know and that they were the same.
It can be seen that he really has no idea. A job that pays 7,000 RMB a day is not a job for someone in his family who has no education or skills. 7,000 Korean won a day is not enough to eat.
That is, the thinking is still stuck in the 1970s and 1980s. People smuggled over there and disappeared, and no one cared.
Fortunately, he came back in the end. Although he didn't bring back a penny, at least he was alive.
No matter how well or poorly these people live outside, the unanimous view among them is to make money.
Before and after the Vietnam War, they chose to expel the Chinese in the country. This was the best case scenario. In the worst case scenario, if the resistance was a little more intense, they would beat them up with fists, kicks, or even to death.
This situation has happened in more than one country. Many countries have done this. There is no morality at all.
"In the Storm" is about an overseas Chinese who was expelled from the country because of the war. However, he killed someone in his hometown and did not dare to go home, so he chose to go to the nearest Golden Triangle to work hard.
The place where he was deported was not far from the Golden Triangle and was easy to get there. In fact, because of the chaos, it was easier to get there than the place he had been there.
"It was a beautiful sea of flowers. Children in vests were running through the sea of flowers. Under the scorching sun, Yang Chuang felt cold in his heart."
On the first day of arriving in the Golden Triangle, he saw the most extensive planting industry here.
The soil here never needs chemical fertilizers, but it is always exceptionally fertile, the flowers are exceptionally colorful, and the fruits are exceptionally large.
Yang Chuang is an outsider and people here don't trust him, so he can only start from the bottom.
He was either beaten or scolded every day, had to do the most tiring work, and ate the worst food. Sometimes, he even wanted to snatch food from the pigs in the pigsty.
He was very tired and in pain. This time it was not that he didn't want to go home, but that he couldn't go home.
Most people who come here will never have the chance to go out again, and even if they die, they will die on this land.
“They were a group of kids, they looked about seven or eight years old, skinny and small, but their beatings were extremely painful. Yang Chuang had been beaten by them before.
In order to make him continue to work, the adults still gave him some leeway when beating him, but these naive demons didn't treat him as a human being.
They were playing that game again, I heard, called Russian Roulette.
While harvesting the fruits, Yang Chuang secretly kept an eye on the group of children out of the corner of his eye. He hoped that the demon opposite him would die, as he had just beaten him yesterday.
With a "bang" sound, Yang Chuang turned his head and saw that it was another demon who died. That's right, the Bodhisattva would not bless someone like him. "
After a year of diligent work in the Golden Triangle, Yang Chuang was finally promoted and became a small follower in the guard team. Whenever there was a conflict with other gangs, they were always the first to rush to the front and were the most likely to die.
"Perhaps it is a scourge that has lasted for thousands of years, Yang Chuang thought. It is surprising that a person like him can live longer than others.
In a place like this, the best way to gain experience is to see who has a long life. As long as you have a long life, you will always be able to get promoted. "
As for the money, I did earn it, but unfortunately, I spent it wherever I earned it.
Yang Chuang didn't want to become one of those demons. Even the children they gave birth to were poisonous. They were so young, had black teeth, and their bodies were rotten.
Their hobbies are very wide-ranging. Yang Chuang once wanted to try to go home by doing business. Unfortunately, he was here for two years. One year he was at the bottom and had no chance, and the other year he was doing business. He never found a way to go home.
"Boss, why don't we do business in the north?"
"You're an idiot! Are you looking for death? If you're caught, there's no chance to save you. Why risk your life when there are easy money places to go? It's not something that a force like ours can control."
"Hey, you are from the north, how can you be so heartless and harm your own people?"
The closest Yang Chuang ever came to home was when his force was defeated in a gunfight with another force, and everyone fought and retreated all the way to the border.
The two sides ceased fire and just confronted each other.
Looking at the man standing guard with a gun not far away, Yang Chuang was like a possessed man. He wanted to walk over there. He couldn't hear the boss behind him calling him.
“Hey! Come back!”
"Don't worry about him. Let him go and die. Maybe he can help us."
A group of people watched Yang Chuang getting closer and closer, watching him take off the gun on his body, strip himself down to his shorts, raise his hands high, and even stop obediently after hearing the signal to stop.
The people behind him never understood until their death why Yang Chuang cried like a child, crying and shouting: "Mom! I am an unfilial son. I cannot be filial to you by your bedside. I kowtow to you!"
"Fuck it, let him die, who cares? He can't hear me even if he shouts here."
There are many people here who understand Chinese, but many of them cannot write. They have no problem listening though. There are also many Han ethnic groups gathering here, and some of them may even have been born into a Han family.
"Welcome home!"
Hearing this, Yang Chuang was overjoyed and tears couldn't stop flowing.
"I turned myself in. I killed someone when I was back home, but I didn't mean to do it. I really didn't mean to do it. I just saw him working outside, making money, and showing off in the village, and I got mad.
We are both human beings, why can he make so much money, why should I be poor, I killed him at night, and took all his money, then I went to Yue..."
Yang Chuang's voice became smaller and smaller. For some reason, after putting on his clothes, he felt colder and colder.
"It's hopeless, go away!"
Ah, he finally remembered, he didn’t go home…”
In "In the Storm", the biggest turning point in Yang Chuang's life was not his murder, but his courage to enter the Golden Triangle.
There are some places you can go, but there are some places you really can't go to, even if it means death. After all, there is a saying that goes - life is worse than death.
"Oh, what a pity." Li Daohua finished writing, but unfortunately Ouyang Yuan was not around and could not give her any comments.
She has now gotten into the habit of asking Ouyang Yuan to look at her work every time she finishes writing. Moreover, Ouyang Yuan's reaction every time magically coincides with the reader's first reaction.
After all, Ouyang Yuan himself is also a reader, and readers are probably more likely to communicate with each other.
She hadn't published a new book for a year, and many people were urging her to do so. All the journals she had worked with before wanted her new novel to be published in their own journals.
Readers have been waiting and anticipating for a year, how could this not be a hit?
Li Daohua first submitted his manuscript to People's Literature. Don't worry about it, just submit it. If it doesn't pass, downgrade it to a lower level. If it still fails, downgrade it again.
Anyway, she has no idol baggage at all and has the character of a scholar.
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