When Liu Qingshan and his group arrived in Stockholm, it was already past three o'clock local time.

There were staff from the airport organizing committee to pick up the plane, and there were many reporters, and more than a dozen Chinese appeared in the welcome team.

In addition, the embassy was also present, after all, this is the pride of the Chinese people.

There was also a brief welcome ceremony at the scene. The writer Lu was wearing a straight Zhongshan suit, holding flowers in his arms. Surrounded by the crowd, the flashing lights flashed in front, witnessing the highest moment in his life.

He had a peaceful smile on his face, like a man who came out of the yellow land, showing perseverance and simplicity, which was so similar to the land that gave birth to him.

Looking at this scene, a feeling of pride arose from Liu Qingshan's heart.

I believe that when these photos are sent back to China and published in the newspaper, countless people across the country will have the same feelings as Liu Qingshan.

Especially Liu Qingshan, who personally pulled Lu's writer out of his difficulties and helped him translate his works. Step by step, he finally reached the highest podium of world literature, and Liu Qingshan also gained a great sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Just as he was feeling, he heard someone talking in Chinese. When Liu Qingshan saw that the person who spoke was not Lu writer Lu, but Geng, who led the team.

You said you are not taking the lead?

Leader Geng even held a few pieces of manuscript paper in his hand and delivered enthusiastic speeches in a stern tone:

"Only with the care of the country and the encouragement of the leadership, the writer of Lu has achieved today's achievements. I believe that he will definitely be cautious and strive for greater achievements..."

Although the words are fine, it sounds very different on such occasions.

If you talk to foreigners, the foreigners don’t want to be with you. Mr. Johnson, who came to greet the organizing committee, interrupted Leader Geng’s speech unceremoniously:

"Who are you, sir?"

After hearing the translation, Leader Geng was also stunned: "I am the leader of the delegation, I..."

The reporters were even more impatient: "We want to interview the winners."

Leader Geng had to dodge awkwardly to the side. He was a little confused: Shouldn’t it be the leader who speaks first?

He didn't know that foreigners don't want to be with you. They even dare to throw shoes at the president when they speak.

The reporters are the main writers, talking nonsense and throwing out all kinds of problems.

A reporter asked: "Mr. Wang, congratulations on winning the 90th Nobel Prize in Literature. As far as I know, you are the first Chinese to win the Nobel Prize. Is that true?"

After listening to the translation, Lu writer nodded with a smile.

Unexpectedly, the reporter changed his subject: "As far as I know, before you, Chinese scientists such as Yang and Li had already won the Nobel Prize in Physics."

"They all come from the same nation. Why can these scientists win awards abroad, but in China, no scientific workers win awards, so they can only win literary awards?"

After listening to the translation, writer Lu couldn't help but frown: This reporter is not very friendly.

Liu Qingshan also felt a sense of malice. He was familiar with foreign journalists and knew that some guys were looking at people with tinted glasses.

What's more, they are afraid that the world will not be in chaos and that the things they do will be more extraordinary.

For example, this year's Peace Prize was awarded to Comrade Woodcutters in the Soviet Union, and there was also a Peace Prize, which was even less worthy of being spoken by outsiders.

Even the ambassador looked solemn. He had been engaged in diplomatic work for many years and naturally experienced similar things. He was just worried that writers of the road would handle it improperly and trigger bad public opinion.

The smile on the face of writer Lu also disappeared, his expression became serious. He thought about it and then said:

"Compared with developed countries, our country is still relatively backward, and there is a certain gap with foreign scientific research institutions."

"But our smart and wise Chinese people have never lacked confidence and effort, and we are working hard to change this."

"And it has also achieved remarkable achievements. Two bombs and one satellite are the pride of our Chinese scientific workers, better than any medal."

There was a burst of applause around him. It was Liu Qingshan and others who were applauding vigorously. The leader Geng was completely gone from the unhappiness he had just now, and his slap was almost red.

Foreign journalists could only applaud, and then they realized a problem:

It seems a bit overestimating your ability to play word games with a winner of a literary award.

"Dear media friends, as a member of the winners' relatives and friends group, I want to make a statement that every winner of the Nobel Prize deserves respect. Please do not destroy Mr. Nobel's original intention of establishing this award. Thank you for your cooperation."

Liu Qingshan finally spoke out. If he didn't control such a scene, there might be some messy problems later.

After all, the influence of last year is still there, and the arrogance and prejudice of Western countries have never been eliminated.

Isn’t this tone of speaking too tough and will not anger the reporters?

Leader Geng's lips squirmed twice, but he still didn't say anything in the end.

As it turned out, his worries were unnecessary. Many reporters discovered that Liu Qingshan could not help but lit up: I didn’t expect that there was such a big boss hidden, and I would have to interview him later.

With Liu Qingshan in charge, the reporters never dared to act rashly again. The shadow of the famous tree, this Mr. Mount is not easy to share with.

The following interviews became much more friendly, mainly asking questions about literary creation and personal situations.

After all, for foreign media, this information is relatively missing.

Firstly, there is a poor communication in this era, and secondly, there is a barrier between the East and the West.

The writer Lu is calm and responds calmly, showing his high qualities.

A female journalist in her thirties was holding an English translation of the ordinary world in her hand, asking the writer to sign it.

Writer Lu took off the pen inserted into his top pocket and happily signed his pen name on the title page.

The female reporter smiled and thanked: "Mr. Wang, thank you. I like your works very much, but during the reading process, I had a question. Can you help me with answers?"

Writer Lu nodded. Of course, there is no problem with such normal requirements.

"It's the protagonist in the book. That Sun really has no dishes and can only eat steamed buns. Is there really such a poor life in reality?"

If she was the first to ask such a question, then the writer would definitely suspect that the other party had ulterior motives.

After all, in the mainstream Western viewpoint, China is a place where poverty, backward and even ignorant...

But if you only discuss the plot in the book, there will be no other problems.

Writer Lu nodded solemnly: "Just like when I was writing this book, my life was very difficult. Every day, I almost only had steamed buns, porridge and pickles, which were very similar to the protagonist in the book."

Oh, the female reporter covered her mouth in surprise. She couldn't imagine that a writer's life would be so hard.

Finally, a reporter couldn't help but start attacking again: "Your country is so poor!"

When Leader Geng heard this, he felt a fever on his face and secretly complained to writer Lu: Do not make his family scandals public. How can he say such a thing in front of a foreign journalist?

But writer Lu didn't care, and his eyes were full of firm belief:

"Poverty is also a kind of wealth. It can inspire your yearning for a better life and promote the progress of human society. Therefore, poverty is not a shame, but a motivation."

The foreigners around were all stunned, and then they began to applaud from the bottom of their hearts. The words of writer Lu won their respect.

Liu Qingshan also added next to him: "Poverty is not terrible, what is terrible is that he is so poor that he loses his ideals and beliefs."

Speaking of excitement, Liu Qingshan also waved his arms vigorously:

"Our country is currently in the midst of change. In the near future, the whole world will feel the power of China!"

Yes, China’s power!

The Chinese present were all inspired and shouted together. Although the number was not large, they were extremely imposing.

The ambassador also applauded vigorously. He suddenly felt that this young man named Liu Qingshan was more suitable to be a diplomat.

Those foreigners also applauded, and those who have ideals and beliefs are worthy of respect.

The reporters in the writers team pressed the camera shutter and faithfully recorded all this.

If the word "Chinese Power" is rewarded, it will definitely play a thrilling role.

The interview with the writer of the road is over soon. In the past few days, every winner has been the focus of people's attention.

However, the reporters did not leave, but surrounded Liu Qingshan and prepared to continue the interview.

Of course, Liu Qingshan would not overestimate the host. He smiled and responded to the situation, and then took a bus to leave the airport with his team.

The group stayed at the Stockholm Grand Hotel, which was the winner's accommodation.

At the entrance of the hotel, Liu Qingshan looked around. Not far ahead was a river, and the opposite was the palace. In the past few days, the winners' activities have been around here.

The writers and their group of people were of course welcomed by the highest standards, which is the honor of the winners.

The hotel lobby is crowded with people, most of them are journalists, and some citizens come to visit the winners in close contact with each other. The committee does not restrict this regard.

Liu Qingshan saw a lady leading two children, one older and one younger, taking photos with an old man. It seemed that the one should also be the winner.

The old man seemed to be nearly 70 years old, with a kind smile on his face and holding a child in each hand.

The scene was like a grandfather taking his grandson and granddaughter.

"Thank you, respected Mr. Joseph."

The child's mother bowed and thanked him. This was a competent mother, probably hoping to encourage her two children in this way.

"Are they cute?" the old man smiled very kindly.

Liu Qingshan has a roster in his hand, and then he remembered that this old man is Mr. Joseph Morrie, the winner of this year's Physiology or Medicine Prize.

This is the world's first expert to complete a kidney transplant, so he won the award.

The old man has a famous saying: I only hope that more people can live.

This feeling is still very admirable.
To be continued...