On the contrary, the entertainment industry in China was shocked. They really couldn't understand what those people from outside the region were thinking.
Of course, they acknowledge that Lin Rui's work is excellent and he certainly deserves these awards, but the attitude of foreign countries towards artists from China should not be this preferential, even now that the China Cultural Wall has been opened to the public.
This is so unusual!
Is there some hidden story they don't know about?
This isn't just a thought in the Chinese entertainment industry; second- and third-tier international artists share the same question.
But they dare not voice their doubts, because the shortlist has been announced for almost a day, yet not a single top international artist has come forward to point out the irrationality of the shortlist!
"After the music festival, shouldn't he be eligible?"
Li Dong looked at the shortlist in his hand and then glanced thoughtfully at Situ Changqing.
Situ Changqing slowly opened his eyelids and pondered, "Being shortlisted does not mean being nominated, and being nominated does not mean winning the final award."
"What if we could win half of the awards?" Li Donglai asked again.
"enough."
This time, Situ Changqing did not hesitate at all.
It's clear that he was also somewhat shocked by the shortlist.
"Great, we can start preparing for the first stop in advance."
Thinking of this, Li Donglai's eyes flashed slightly: "Let's set it in that country."
"Are you so sure he can win half of the awards?"
Situ Changqing said with a half-smile.
"It's not that I'm certain, it's that I have confidence in him."
At this point, Li Donglai slowly turned his back and continued to look at the blue sea and sky in front of him: "Besides, I like to prepare in advance so that I won't be caught off guard."
…
Lin Rui could sense that everyone on the set was looking at him strangely.
You call it worship? It doesn't quite feel like it. It's more like looking at a monster.
However, this did not hinder his dedication to acting, and the progress was proceeding in an orderly manner.
As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot. The Huaxia Literature and Art Association launched an online version of "Journey to the West". Except for Huazhou, which is in classical Chinese, the other versions are in vernacular Chinese.
Moreover, almost every 300 words are accompanied by a beautiful illustration, which Lin Rui drew based on his own imagination. The style is not exactly the same as the original work, but at least it is not as dark as the original work. In his opinion, the key to whether this IP can be successful lies in capturing the children's group.
Perhaps because of the hundreds of illustrations, combined with the text, both adults and children develop a rich worldview after reading the story of Journey to the West.
There are gods, mortals, monsters, and ghosts.
Regardless of how it's evaluated, Washington State is currently facing a critical moment.
Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Competition!
Unfortunately, Fusheng was not invited this time, which made the literati who had already received inside information somewhat unwilling. However, it was rumored that Fusheng would send a gift, so these literati were all speculating about what kind of gift it would be.
Of course, Fusheng didn't come, but many uninvited guests did.
Mu Jin and Fu Dao sent a number of people to Huazhou one after another. Everyone knew that these people came with ill intentions. Worried that Cao Kang would not be able to control the situation, he directly invited many big shots from Lizhou, along with a large number of top celebrities.
The atmosphere in Washington State is quite strange these days. At least this year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition is filled with an unprecedented tension. Even the most basic activity of making friends through literature has turned into a contest where people see through each other but don't say it!
Clearly, Hibiscus and Floating Island have made thorough preparations this time, even bringing their live-streaming team.
"President Cao, tell me honestly, is Fusheng sure he won't be participating in this Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition?"
A prominent figure in the literary world confirmed this with Cao Kang.
Cao Kang was also quite helpless. He couldn't remember how many times he had answered similar questions recently, and he nodded again this time.
The literary giant remained silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Such a grand event would indeed be less impressive without Fusheng. However, we must still do our utmost to deal with the provocations and disturbances from outside our borders. We cannot afford to lose. Even if we fail, we must demonstrate the grandeur of a great power and not allow these barbarian nations to look down on us."
“That’s natural.” Cao Kang nodded.
After the literary giant left, people came up one after another to inquire about the news, and Cao Kang explained the situation to them in detail.
After finally seeing these people off, Cao Kang sighed helplessly, "I should have made the trip myself back then."
"President, Chi Haoming can't hold on much longer."
"What?!"
Cao Kang's expression changed slightly, and he pondered for a moment before asking, "How many moves have we lost so far?"
The man's face turned red, and he couldn't continue speaking. Cao Kang secretly cursed and immediately went to the monitoring room to look at Chi Haoming under the monitor lens, as well as Mu Jin, the chess player, who was sitting across the table.
At this moment, Chi Haoming was already struggling to move forward with his pieces. On the other hand, the player opposite him, Mu Jin, seemed to be younger than Chi Haoming, but she had unexpectedly shown great stamina and had forced Chi Haoming to this point!
"President, Master Yuzhu from Fudao just proposed that this year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition be a gathering of friends through poetry."
Another person came in to report.
Making friends through poetry?
You just don't want to use words anymore?
Could it be that after reading Fusheng's Mid-Autumn Festival poem, he realized he couldn't compete?
That must be it!
"Tell Master Yuzhu that there is no problem."
It wasn't that Cao Kang compromised, but rather that Lin Rui's Mid-Autumn Festival poem was simply too intimidating, so this year the literary giants had already agreed to use only poems, not lyrics.
"How's it going in Xishan?"
Cao Kang looked at the other person, who immediately pulled up the surveillance footage of Xishan. There, he saw two people playing the zither for each other across a stream.
"President, Xiao Zheng is currently handling things quite well, but Zuo You and Wei Lang are probably slightly inferior in terms of piano skills."
Finally, some good news!
Although these friendships made through chess and music were not involved in any betting, they were broadcast live to audiences both at home and abroad.
The scope of the live broadcast in Washington State may be somewhat reduced, but I believe that the live broadcast team brought by Mu Jin and Fu Dao will definitely promote it extensively!
Previously, the calligraphy and painting fields had all failed. Although the big names had not yet entered the fray and it was only a warm-up for the younger generation, a loss was a loss!
"By the way, is there any news from Xia Prefecture?"
Cao Kang couldn't help but glance at his busy assistant beside him.
He said he was from Xiazhou, but he was really just asking about Lin Rui. He was now counting on the gift Lin Rui sent to be his trump card in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition!
To be honest, he was worried about this kid who was always acting crazy. He was afraid that Lin Rui would impulsively send him some inappropriate things, and if that happened, he might go and fight Xu Hongzhuo to the death!
"Nothing's happening yet... wait..."
Just then, Cao Kang's assistant's flashlight phone rang. After glancing at the caller ID, the assistant quickly answered the call.
Soon after ending the call, the assistant smiled and said, "President, the items have arrived."
"Let's go! Hurry up!"
At this moment, Cao Kang didn't care about looking at the surveillance footage anymore and rushed out of the monitoring room first, looking impatient.
Lin, you better do your job this time, don't send any weird or strange stuff!
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