Hello 1983

Lu Liang was very upset when he saw Liu Qingshan, then greeted the others, and finally said respectfully to the dumb grandfather:

"Old man, when I came in just now, I saw people from the Royal College of Medicine outside holding a sign to meet the plane."

Since they were invited, the organizers of course couldn't ask someone to take a taxi to drive there, that would be too dishonest.

The dumb grandfather nodded, signaled to everyone, and then led his team to act separately for the time being.

"Master, I'll see you off." Liu Qingshan was also idle and just went out to get some air.

"Xiao Liu, don't wander around." Leader Geng obviously didn't know Liu Qingshan's background, and he still ordered him.

These days, people are more cautious when going abroad, especially the leaders. Apart from safety issues, there is another thing that worries them most, that is, they are worried about the escape of the team members.

There are many precedents for such a thing.

Liu Qingshan didn't explain, just nodded with a smile.

Leader Geng was still worried, and he winked at Translator Qian, who accompanied the team, and told him to follow and stare.

Liu Qingshan and his party left the hall, and they saw a group of people holding a sign with a line written in crooked Chinese characters: Welcome Mr. Sun from China.

"Can't we ask a Huaxia student to write it?" Song Yizhen twirled his beard and smiled.

Everyone walked over to meet him, and Qian Translator was just about to show his role.

As a result, I saw the little girl in the team, smiling and waving to the foreigners, saying hello in English proficiently:

"Hello, we are here, thank you for waiting here, thank you for your hard work!"

Whoops, Translator Qian couldn't help but widen her eyes: This little girl doesn't live abroad, does she?

How did he know that his little six is ​​someone who can chat happily with big stars and boxing champions in foreign languages.

There was also a smile on the face of a bearded man: "Oh, welcome, cute little angel."

Then he raised his head and extended his hand politely to the dumb grandfather: "Hello, Mr. Sun, welcome to come here. I'm Smith, and I'm in charge of your itinerary this time."

On the contrary, the dumb grandpa didn't know much English, he could only understand some simple ones, so Liu Qingshan translated it for Master.

Translator Qian suddenly felt that it was a bit unnecessary for him to come with the team. This young man named Liu Qingshan could speak English better than him.

Only then did the dumb grandpa stretch out his big generous hand, and shook hands with the people opposite.

Liu Qingshan explained from the side: "My master can't speak, so I can't speak. Thank you for your welcome."

"Oh, Mr. Mountain, it's a pleasure to meet you." Smith obviously recognized Liu Qingshan, and the smile on his face became wider immediately.

He opened his arms and hugged Liu Qingshan: "Mr. Mountain, it turns out that you are still a doctor, which is really surprising."

Liu Qingshan was quite well-known in England, so it was not surprising that he was recognized.

But Qian Translator was a little shocked: Mountain?Does this name sound familiar?

After all, he is a translator, and he will often learn about foreign trends.

Suddenly, Qian Translator's eyes widened: he finally knew who this Liu Qingshan was.

Qian Yiran's heart was filled with turmoil: Never would have thought that there is such a powerful person hidden by his side.

What's even more ridiculous is that leader Geng was worried that he would take the opportunity to escape.

Don't talk about defecting, if people are willing, it is estimated that there are not many countries in this world that can refuse people to join.

Liu Qingshan exchanged pleasantries with the other party, explained the situation, and then told Lu Fang to take good care of Master and Little Six, and then prepared to ask Master to get in the car. After all, the winter here in London is not warm.

And at this moment, a convoy slowly passed by. From what it looked like, it was obviously going to enter the airport through a dedicated passage.

"It's the royal convoy. It seems to be taking a private jet to Stockholm to attend the grand ceremony."

Smith said enviously, and took off his hat and bowed to pay tribute.

The same is true for several other foreigners. It seems that the royal family is still very respected and loved in the eyes of ordinary people.

The royal families of European countries are basically inextricably linked, so the annual Nobel Prize Ceremony will also invite members of the royal families from various countries to attend, which can be regarded as mutual support.

Liu Qingshan thought about the embarrassment that the royal family would not be able to fill up the fuel when flying in a private jet decades later, and he didn't feel it was funny.

In fact, most members of the royal family, especially those on the fringes, are also living a tight life.

Just thinking about it, I heard a creak, and a Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped, the window glass fell, and a smiling face appeared:

"Mr. Mountain, did you expect to meet here?"

The owner of this pretty face is really that Concubine Dai.

There were also two little boys in the car, who waved at Liu Qingshan and obviously recognized him, it seems that the gift of meeting last time was not in vain.

Liu Qingshan also smiled and waved his hands: "What a coincidence, are you going to travel?"

"We are going to Stockholm, and it is a pity that we cannot entertain Mr. Mountain."

Concubine Dai has a very good impression of Liu Qingshan, and she also likes that song very much.

"Then maybe we can meet in Stockholm."

"Oh, Mr. Mountain is going there too, why don't you take our plane?"

"We still have a lot of people, so I won't bother you." Liu Qingshan thanked.

The two of them are like old friends. You chat with each other sentence by sentence, but the result amazes the onlookers.

Smith and others were envious, after all, not everyone is eligible to be invited by the princess.

And that translator Qian almost popped his eyes out.

"See you in Stockholm." Concubine Dai waved her hand, and the car continued on its way.

Liu Qingshan also bid farewell to Master, and then returned to the waiting hall.

Seeing Liu Qingshan come back, followed by Translator Qian, Leader Geng was relieved, and took the opportunity to quietly ask Translator Qian: "Is there nothing wrong?"

"It's something. Mr. Liu was almost taken away just now." Translator Qian was still a little dizzy, so he didn't think too much about what he said.

Leader Geng snorted: "I just guessed that this young man is not strong-willed and longs for the fancy world of developed countries. Did he get into some trouble just now and be taken away by the police?"

Translator Qian blinked his eyes twice, then shook his head: "It's not the police, it's that Concubine Diana who wants to invite Mr. Liu to take a private jet to Stockholm."

This time it was Leader Geng's turn to be dumbfounded. He was stunned for a long time, and finally muttered: "What kind of international joke?"

Chapter 912 Pride and Prejudice

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

The staff of the organizing committee made a special trip to meet the airport, and there were quite a few reporters, as well as more than a dozen Chinese, who appeared in the welcome line.

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

There was also a brief welcome ceremony at the scene. Writer Lu was wearing a square tunic suit and holding flowers in his arms. Surrounded by the crowd and flashing lights in front, he witnessed the brightest moment in his life.

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

Looking at this scene, a sense of pride welled up in Liu Qingshan's heart.

Presumably when these photos are sent back to the country and published in the newspapers, countless people across the country will have the same feeling as Liu Qingshan.

Especially Liu Qingshan, personally pulled Writer Lu out of the predicament, and helped him translate his works. Step by step, he finally reached the highest podium of world literature. Liu Qingshan also felt a great sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Just when he was feeling emotional, he heard someone talking in Chinese. Liu Qingshan saw that the speaker was not Writer Lu, but Leader Geng, who led the team.

Don't you think you're presumptuous?

Leader Geng even held a few pieces of manuscript paper in his hand, and delivered an impassioned speech in a cadenced tone:

"With the care of the country and the encouragement of the leaders, Writer Lu can achieve today's achievements. I believe he will definitely guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and strive for greater achievements..."

Although there is nothing wrong with the words, it feels very awkward to hear them on this occasion.

You tell foreigners about this, and foreigners are not used to you. Mr. Johansson, who came to welcome the organizing committee, interrupted Leader Geng’s speech very rudely:

"Excuse me, sir, who are you?"

Leader Geng was taken aback after hearing the translator's words: "I am the head of the delegation, and I..."

The reporters have long been impatient: "We want to interview the winners."

Leader Geng had no choice but to step aside in embarrassment, he was a little confused: shouldn't the leader speak first?

He didn't know that foreigners are not used to your leadership or not, even when the president is speaking, he dares to throw shoes at the president.

The reporters were the writers on the main line, chattering and throwing out all kinds of questions.

A reporter asked: "Mr. Wang, congratulations on winning the No.90 Nobel Prize for Literature. As far as I know, you are the first Chinese to win the Nobel Prize, is that so?"

Writer Lu smiled and nodded after listening to the translation.

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

"It's also from the same nation. Why do these scientists win awards abroad, but in China, there are no scientists who win awards, and you can only win literature awards?"

After listening to the translation, Writer Lu couldn't help frowning: This reporter is not very friendly.

Liu Qingshan also felt a sense of malice. He was familiar with foreign reporters and knew that some guys looked at people through colored glasses.

What's more, they are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and they will do more outrageous things.

For example, this year's Peace Prize was awarded to comrade woodcutters in the Soviet Union, and there is another peace prize, which is even less humane.

Even Mr. Ambassador has a solemn face. He has been engaged in diplomatic work for many years and has naturally experienced similar things. He is just worried that Writer Lu will not handle it properly and cause bad public opinion.

The smile on Writer Lu's face also disappeared, and his expression became serious. He thought about it, and then said:

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

"However, our smart and wise Chinese sons and daughters have never lacked confidence and hard work. We are working hard to change this situation."

"And it has also achieved world-renowned achievements. Two bombs and one satellite are the pride of our Chinese scientists, which is better than any medal."

There was applause all around, it was Liu Qingshan and others who were applauding vigorously, and the leader Geng was completely relieved of the unhappiness just now, his palms were almost red.

The foreign reporters could only applaud, and then they realized a problem:

Playing word games with a literary award winner seems a bit overwhelmed.

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

Liu Qingshan finally spoke up. If this situation is not controlled, there may be some messy problems in the future.

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 voice too strong, won't it anger those reporters?

Leader Geng's lips moved twice, but he still didn't speak in the end.

Facts have proved that his worries were unnecessary. Many reporters found Liu Qingshan, and their eyes lit up: Unexpectedly, there is such a big boss hidden, and I have to interview him later.

With Liu Qingshan leading the way, the reporters never dared to make mistakes again. The shadow of a famous tree, this Mr. Mountain, is not easy to get along with.

The interview that followed became much more friendly, mainly asking questions about literary creation and personal situation.

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

First, there is poor communication in this era, and second, there is a gap between the East and the West.

Writer Lu took his time and dealt with it calmly, showing a very high quality.

A female reporter in her 30s held the English translation of The Ordinary World in her hand and asked Writer Lu to sign it.

Writer Lu took down the pen in his jacket pocket, and happily signed his pen name on the title page.

The female reporter smiled and thanked: "Mr. Wang, thank you, I like your work very much, but in the process of reading, I have a question, can you help me answer it?"

Writer Lu nodded, such a normal request is of course no problem.

"It's the protagonist in the book, the grandson, who really doesn't have any dishes, but can only eat steamed buns. Is there really such a poor life in reality?"

If she is the first to ask such a question, then the writer must suspect that the other party has ulterior motives.

After all, in the mainstream view of the West, China is a poor, backward and even ignorant place.

But if you just discuss the plot in the book, then there are no other problems.

Writer Lu nodded solemnly: "Just like when I was writing this book, my living situation was also very difficult. Every day was almost nothing but steamed buns, gruel, porridge and pickles, very similar to the protagonist in the book."

Oh, that female reporter covered her mouth in surprise. It was hard for her to imagine that a writer's life would be so difficult.

Finally, a reporter couldn't bear it, and started attacking again: "Your country is really poor!"