The Quiet Rise of Entertainment Superstars

Fox returned to the hotel and immediately called a meeting with everyone.

Now he didn't care that he was surrounded by Chinese security personnel. He had cut off contact with the United Nations after arriving in China. The only people who could discuss things with him were the dozens of people in the exchange group.

There were no Chinese people in the conference room, and all security personnel moved outside, which was considered the most basic respect for the United Nations.

As for whether there is eavesdropping, who knows? As long as you don't see the camera, then there is no camera.

Fox looked at everyone with a serious expression and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, our current situation is something we had not expected before. This exchange lasts for a month, and it's only been five days, and we have failed miserably in the fields of piano and film. This shows a problem, that is, our previous assessment of China's entertainment was wrong, otherwise the current situation would not have occurred. But next, in music, poetry, and novels, we must abandon our previous arrogance, watch more, listen more, and learn more. Even if we fail in all areas, we must gain something to be worthy of the opportunity to come to China for this exchange that the United Nations has fought for. Especially in the fields of songs and movies that have failed now, relevant personnel, I will give you freedom, you just learn more, and remember to maintain a humble attitude."

Claiborne, Bob and others nodded in agreement. If they did not follow the exchange group in the past twenty days, they could indeed learn a lot.

At this time, singers Carly and Sean exchanged glances, and Carly said, "Mr. Fox, Sean and I noticed the soundtrack while watching the movie today, especially the song "I See You". Its lyrics are full of poetry, expressing a deep understanding of nature and life, as well as the desire for humans to coexist harmoniously with nature. This song plays a key role in the movie and it will become the iconic music of the movie. I am not deliberately praising how excellent Chinese music is or deliberately belittling our United Nations music. Music has no borders, and every place has its own characteristics. It cannot be determined by winning or losing. I think the original intention of the United Nations is wrong. I look at music with an attitude of learning and appreciation, and I appreciate Chinese music very much. I'm sorry, I won't impulsively compete with Chinese musicians in the future, I will only communicate and learn from each other, so that I can gain something and live up to the word "exchange" in the United Nations exchange meeting."

Sean also expressed his opinion: "Carly and I have the same idea. I would like to ask Mr. Fox to apply to the Chinese government so that we can have a way to enjoy Chinese music instead of just sitting there."

Fox knew that what Carly and Sean said were both right, and what else could he say now was just to agree.

Then, children's writers and poets also made similar requests, wanting to see China's level in this area and learn from each other.

After the meeting, Fox suddenly realized that since things had turned out like this, he should stop thinking about competing. The key point was to communicate and learn from each other. He needed to communicate these things with the Chinese authorities, otherwise he would be deaf and blind and would not be able to obtain any information from China.

Recently, fans of Lou Zhongyue’s books have discovered that Lou Laomo has been too quiet. Apart from updating “Dune” every night, there has been no news about him.

Some writers came from the United Nations. As the president of the Chinese Writers Association, Jiao Wanzhou was naturally on high alert, because the official had not given any response plan, which gave him a headache.

Look, he, who has not been seen for a long time, actually invited Hong Youmin, the vice president of the Writers Association, to have tea and discuss countermeasures.

"Old Hong, how do you think the writers at the United Nations plan to compete with our Chinese writers? Are they going to compete in their works?"

Hong Youmin sighed and said, "I can't think of it either. Our government has never held a competition for novels. The current novel rankings are determined by the number of page views!"

Jiao Wanzhou suddenly had an idea.

"How about we also hold a short story competition?"

Hong Youmin's eyes lit up, and he said, "Let's hold an anonymous short story competition on the Internet. Anyone can submit their work. This way, even if a writer from the United Nations comes, it will be easy for us to handle. We can give him an account and let him submit his work. I don't believe that there won't be a few good short stories in China with billions of people..."

"That's a good idea. Let's submit anonymously. Let's do it this way. The submission time limit is one week, and then we'll decide based on the comments of netizens."

Jiao Wanzhou suddenly felt confident. With so many writers in the Writers Association, it was not difficult to write high-quality short stories.

No, did he miss something? He remembered that Lou Zhongyue didn't seem to have joined the Writers Association, right?

Hong Youmin saw Jiao Wanzhou slap him hard in the face, and said in surprise: "Chairman Jiao, you don't need to hurt yourself just because you are so happy, right?"

Jiao Wanzhou didn't bother to care about what Hong Youmin said, and asked, "Old Hong, do you still remember Lou Zhongyue?"

Hong Youmin had a very complicated expression. He could even write a novel about the troubles of having a father who was a fan of the book Lou Zhong Yue.

He has a hard time. If there is any disturbance over Lou Zhongyue, his father, who is in his seventies or eighties, will make a fuss.

Recently, Mr. Hong fell in love with Lou Zhongyue's science fiction novel "Dune". He read it over and over again. After reading it, he would call him to tell him his impressions. What he remembered most clearly was this comment: "Dune is not only a science fiction novel, but also a philosophical work that deeply explores human nature, power, faith and the meaning of life. It reminds us that while pursuing power and resources, we should not neglect our responsibility to society and the protection of the environment."

Seeing that he was silent and seemed to be thinking about something, Jiao Wanzhou said, "He is not yet a member of the Writers Association."

"What? Not a member of the Writers Association yet?" Hong Youmin came back to his senses and slapped himself hard.

The people who were drinking tea nearby were so scared that they looked at the two of them in horror and talked about them in low voices.

"Are these two people crazy? They beat themselves up one by one. Isn't this self-harm?"

"Yeah, it's horrible. The manager of the teahouse should kick them out."

When Jiao Wanzhou and Hong Youmin heard the discussions, they blushed with embarrassment. They should not have sat in the lobby to save money. They should have sat in the box to talk.

The manager of the teahouse who rushed over after hearing the news saw that it was an old acquaintance, and hurried forward and said, "Two presidents, what are you doing? Why don't you move to the private room upstairs? I won't charge you more."

The two of them hurried to the private room upstairs, and the lobby returned to normal.

"Old Hong, did you forget to bring Lou Zhongyue into the Writers Association?"

"No, I subconsciously thought that he had already been a member of our association. I never thought that I had never looked for him."

"This is over. You and I both know the quality of his short stories. How can we do this anonymous short story competition without him? Also, do you think he will be angry?"

Hong Youmin said bitterly, "If I were Lou Zhongyue, I would definitely be angry. It's me, Lou Zhongyue, who is not worthy of joining the Writers Association, right? Do you look down on me so much?"

"Fuck, stop talking about how the people below do things."

Jiao Wanzhou, a well-mannered man, was so angry that he started swearing.

Hong Youmin comforted him, "Don't be angry, let me ask about the situation first."

After Hong Youmin finished his call, Jiao Wanzhou hurriedly asked, "What's going on? Which bastard forgot to look for him?"

"Neither." Hong Youmin said with a complicated expression, "Our people simply couldn't find Lou Zhongyue's contact information. We previously went to find Lao Xing, who is in charge of the martial arts section. He had met Lou Zhongyue, but he said that Lou Zhongyue had no interest in joining any association. So the matter just ended there."

Jiao Wanzhou didn't expect this to happen, and suddenly he had an idea.

"Old Hong, we can tag him on the official Weibo account. Didn't he send your grandfather a poem last time? So he must be reading Weibo. We can just use the righteousness to force him out, right?"

Hong Youmin suddenly realized that President Jiao was indeed worthy of being the president. He was indeed cunning and shrewd. No, he was very thoughtful and could even come up with this idea.

"I know what to do."

Hong Youmin stood up and said, "I promise to do this beautifully today. How about the tea money?"

"I'll pay, go ahead."

Jiao Wanzhou was in a good mood and didn't care about the tea money. Old Hong was still so stingy.

At 10 a.m. on February 6, the official Weibo account of the China Writers Association indeed posted a post about the "Chunhua Cup Short Story Anonymous Competition", emphasizing that "everyone can submit works" and "anonymously post on the activity area on the novel website."

This time, not only the novelists were excited, but even the Chinese people who loved writing were excited. This event was well organized, everyone was treated equally without any distinction of class, and most importantly, the prize money was very generous.

The first place gets 2 million, the second place gets 1.8 million, the third place gets 1.6 million, and even the tenth place gets 200,000. Anyone who makes it into the top ten will definitely become rich.

The public is very enthusiastic, and the United Nations writers who have received official novel website numbers from the Chinese government are also very excited.

I didn’t expect to encounter such an event on my first day on a Chinese novel website. I would feel sorry for my new account if I didn’t submit a contribution.

The Chinese government monitors the accounts of UN writers. They know exactly what they have read and done, so they are not afraid of them doing anything weird.