I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 69: Spring Festival is coming (Please collect, recommend and read)

This chapter is a bit awkward.

But fortunately, today is the Lantern Festival, so it’s not too late.

I wish you all a happy old age again. I wish you all a happy old age...

Hahaha!
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Liu Jin's principle is simple.

As long as it's a book written by me, you can't make a penny from it.

There is no way, it’s the benefit of rebirth.

God-given talent.

Who made him fluent in four languages: English, French, Spanish and Japanese?

Mela didn't object, and after hesitating for a moment, she agreed.

Liu Jin is right.

No one knows the original work better than him.

Letting him translate it himself is nothing more than writing it in another language, and the result will definitely be better than hiring someone to translate it.

"Then as soon as possible."

"Is it urgent?"

“It’s not urgent.”

"Okay, I'll finish writing The Snows of Everest in English first, and then I can finish The Old Man and the Sea at a slower pace so it doesn't interfere with my new book."

"new book?"

Meila was silent for a moment. "You have a new book?"

"Hehe, inspiration comes, I can't stop it."

"You are such a monster!"

After chatting with Meera for a few more words, he hung up the phone.

My phone's getting a little hot.

Sitting on the motorcycle, it was a bit cold.

Liu Jin simply bought a plate of fried rice from a Chinese restaurant run by a Vietnamese, put it in his bag and took it home on his bike.

Not tasty, but edible!
The main reason was that he still had a lot of things to buy and couldn’t cook for himself.

Otherwise, who would eat your fried rice with lemon juice squeezed into it?

However, after a few years, this practice seems to have become popular in China, and many people like it.

So, the tastes of Chinese people are sometimes quite strange.

If you dare to put pineapple on pizza in front of Italians, they will definitely be shocked!
……

Just when Liu Jin returned home for dinner, the embassy in Paris was bustling with activity.

The Spring Festival is coming soon!

There's still a week to go.

The embassy will also host a New Year's Eve dinner.

We also need to organize some Chinese and overseas Chinese students studying in France to send videos to wish their country a happy new year.

This is an indispensable program of the Spring Festival Gala every year.

Even if it's just a few seconds, it can't be ignored.

In previous years, such matters were mostly handled by the embassy through local Chinese organizations.

But this year is a little different.

In 2000, China and France signed a letter of intent for cultural exchange, so it is given great attention in China.

The embassy decided to organize some heavyweights to shoot New Year greetings videos, and the selection of candidates will be coordinated and communicated by the embassy's cultural counselor.

The list has already been prepared.

The counselor also had no objection to the candidate.

There are dozens of well-known Chinese organizations in France.

But in terms of scale, the ten largest organizations have already been registered with the embassy.

It is also a good decision to invite important personnel from these organizations to come and send New Year greetings live during the Spring Festival Gala.

The secretary hesitated to speak.

"Xiao Lin, is something wrong?"

"Well, Miss Bentham recommended someone the other day."

"Oh?"

“An international student came to France last year and is currently studying at Toulouse Business School.

Last year, he published a work in France called "Amelie," which has been at the top of the bestseller list for three consecutive weeks. Ms. Bentham thought he was a very good candidate and suggested inviting him to the dinner party.

As he spoke, the secretary handed the counselor an information sheet about Liu Jin.

The counselor did not read it but put the introduction on the desk.

"But I heard that he doesn't seem to have a very good reputation in the French literary world."

"It's okay."

"Young comrade, it's not just your say-so. Last year, we signed a letter of intent for Sino-French cultural exchange. At this point, inviting a controversial figure to the Spring Festival Gala is risky. Besides, he's just the author of a best-selling book, and he just came from China. I don't think there's any need to focus too much on him."

Xiaolin understood immediately.

Comrade Counselor doesn't like this writer.

reason?

I'm just a small secretary, how would I know what the leaders are thinking?

Since the leader doesn't agree, forget it.

Originally, Ms. Bentham's suggestion was just a suggestion.

"I understand."

"Go ahead... Oh, and the invitations need to be sent out as soon as possible. It's New Year's Day, and we don't want to delay everyone too much."

Secretary Lin left.

The counselor glanced at the resume, and some comments on "Amelie" in the newspapers in recent days came to his mind.

To be honest, he had no objection.

But after all, it is related to the consultations for the China-France Cultural Exchange Year next year.

He also didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble because of one person.

Thinking of this, he picked up the resume and put it in the file basket beside him.

All the documents in there are to be destroyed. ...

Liu Jin shuddered and put down the phone.

After returning home, he talked on the phone with Deborah for a long time.

This chat lasted for an hour.

Until Deborah yelled 'My homework' and hung up the phone.

Liu Jin shook his head and prepared to hang up the phone.

But unexpectedly, the phone rang again.

It's my mother calling.

Today is the Little New Year in the South!

My dad is from the north and doesn't care much about this.

So, I didn't harass him yesterday.

But my mom can't do that, she cares.

On the phone, my mother asked about my well-being.

While Liu Jin was dealing with this, he sat on the carpet and ate fried rice.

"By the way, let Dad get me a set of Selected Works of Mao Zedong."

"What do you want the Selected Works of Mao for? We have them at home."

"I want the fifth volume."

Later, it was circulated on the Internet that there was a fifth volume of Mao's Selected Works, which was said to be extremely miraculous.

Liu Jin had never seen it at home, so he was very curious.

My mother asked my father, but he didn't know much either.

"I'll ask and see if they can send it to you when the time comes."

"No need to send it. Dadong will be going back in a few days. You can give the book to him and ask him to bring it over."

"Dadong is coming back?"

"Yes, I miss my daughter."

As soon as Liu Jin said this, he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

It's too late to take it back.

Sure enough, my mom started mumbling about finding a girlfriend...

Liu Jin had no choice but to endure it and chatted with his mother for half an hour before it ended.

After finishing his meal, he threw the lunch box into the trash can and walked into the study.

I stared blankly in front of the computer for a while, but kept typing.

He remembered the original version of The Snows of Kilimanjaro.

But because he made some modifications, there are quite a few changes.

Especially the choice of words, which has to conform to Hemingway's ancient style of using words, makes it a bit difficult to write.

It took three hours and one-third of the work was completed.

Then I modified it again, confirmed it was correct, and saved it.

Stretched.

I looked at the time and it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.

I have classes tomorrow morning!
He didn't dare to delay, turned off the phone, walked into the bedroom, and fell asleep.

I slept until dawn.

……

I rode my bike to school at 8:30.

Liu Jin felt a little sleepy, so he crossed the street, walked into Boris's newsstand, and ordered a cup of coffee.

Before leaving, he suddenly stopped and took out a copy of the World newspaper from the newspaper rack.

"Boris, is this today's newspaper?"

"Of course. Can I still sell yesterday's?"

Boris replied with a smile.

Liu Jin nodded, paid the money, and left with the newspaper.

When I arrived at the classroom, Yang Dongqi was the only one there.

"Where's Yueyue?"

"When I came in just now, Matthew pulled me away."

"Does he understand?"

"Not bad, quite a bit of progress... Matthew is a nice guy. When we talked, he spoke slowly and used simple words on purpose. If Yueyue keeps up this pace and practices for another year, I think she won't have any problem passing the B1 exam."

"very nice!"

Liu Jin sat down and opened the newspaper.

It's news about Alice.

Her promotion in the UK was a bit unsuccessful.

Moi···Lolita has fallen to third place on the singles chart.

"Food" barely made it into the top ten on the album chart.

Not bad for a French singer.

In the UK, "Good Food" has sold 300,000 copies since it was released last Christmas.

But word of mouth...

What good things do you think the British can say about a French album?
Moreover, the British media has always been famous for its "shocking" statements.

The Sun, in particular, launched a vicious attack on Good Food.

Later, Alizée was ridiculed by a Canadian music producer named Daniel Porter on a talk show.

Some people think that Alijie's voice is not good enough, her singing skills are not good enough, and she only became famous by selling her cuteness, so it is difficult for her to achieve anything.

Le Monde exposed Daniel's past.

He is indeed a good music producer and singer.

Before his debut, Daniel played keyboards in various bands. In 97, he met Jeff Dotson, and the two set up a studio, producing a wealth of excellent music. In 2000, last year, Daniel completed his debut album, "I'm Your Betty," which has been hailed as a highly collectible. However, the album was never officially released.

……

　Still have to keep asking...

　　Please support me, sir!
　　Happy Lantern Festival! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)