Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 375: Where are the people?!
Old Parliament Buildings in Dublin.

This is where Congress once held legislative sessions.

Now a special area is set aside to organize the selection of the Frank Award, which is enough to show the importance the Irish government attaches to this award.

Culture, education, and people's livelihood.

It is always the topic that the people are most concerned about.

just now.

"What on earth is bringing Councillor Durand here so late?"

A congressman in Congress who was in charge of the Frank Novel Prize was running around in his office anxiously. In front of him were Joyce and Colm who had just come over.

One of the two main judges of the Frank Award sat elegantly, while the other covered his eyes.

"what's up?"

John Durant stopped walking around and slapped the table.

"Don't you know what a good thing you have done?"

Colm’s current status is closely related to the congressman in front of him, and he was frightened by the other party’s reprimanding tone.

"All right, Mr. Durand."

The other party had been circling around since he entered the door, and Joyce, who was called over with him, also had a headache.

"What's going on?"

It was six o'clock in the evening, and it was dusk outside in Ireland. The Summer Triangle lit up three stars. Joyce really didn't know what could have made the congressman in front of him so anxious.

"Joyce?"

".You can see for yourselves?"

The one who spoke was the professor from Trinity College. Duran was silent for a while and then pressed the external phone on the desk.

The old parliamentary building still retains certain administrative functions. After the external phone rang, a woman in a blue suit came in soon.

The woman was in her forties and Joyce knew her.

"Editor-in-Chief Merlin?"

Joyce was surprised that the person who came was the news editor of the Irish Daily, who was also Maeve's colleague.

Someone from the Irish Journal showed up, but Maeve Binchy wasn't called.

Joyce watched as the editor nodded to him and pulled out an electronic device.

The electronic device is a small player that is common in Europe. My daughter who is in college also has one.

Councillor Durand asked them to come and show them a movie?

Joyce was feeling increasingly strange.

"Ryukawa Tetsu, right?"

A familiar voice came from the player, making Joyce's eyes widen.

She looked at Colm who was also confused.

"You know, right?"

The small player played what Colm had said three days ago.

"There's no way you can be awarded the Frank Novel Prize this time."

"The Novel Prize is an Irish novel prize. Do Easterners want to have a place there?"

In fact, the selection of literary awards is more or less biased.

The Kafka Prize must be translated into Czech, and the Goncourt Prize has never been awarded to a foreign author.

But there is a tacit point among these literary awards.

"You can't put it in the open!"

The 200-pound congressman slammed the table and looked at Colm as if he wanted to eat him.

"Where did this thing come from!"

Duran was angry, and Colm looked like he had seen a ghost.

He had only recently left the Old Parliament Buildings on the day the shortlist was announced, and the image inside was of him speaking at the National Concert Hall.

“You can’t win the Frank Prize for Fiction.”

"We decided to give the award to the Irish."

Colm already knew why Durand was so angry.

"Someone delivered it to the Irish Daily this morning." The news editor of the Irish Daily shrugged. If the content inside had not been so shocking, she would have published it in the newspaper.

International awards, scandals.

Compared to this, the cheating in the Ryuukawa Tetsu Group Portrait Award is nothing but a drop in the bucket.

"Longchuan Tetsu, it must be him. I went to the National Concert Hall to deliver the shortlist that day, and I only met him privately!"

Colm is already a little bit at a loss. The seriousness of this video is too great. If it is not handled properly, it will become an international scandal.

"Ryukawa Tetsu?"

Du Lang frowned in front. This name was mentioned repeatedly in the video.

"He is the author who is participating in the Frank Novel Award this time."

Joyce was relatively calm. She looked at Colm who was already panicking.

“Has this video been circulated?”

If it hasn't spread yet, there's still room for maneuver.

Whether you contact the other party to destroy the video or discuss it with them slowly.

"I'm sorry." Seeing Colm's eyes gradually brighten up, the editor-in-chief of the Irish Daily News shrugged.

"The Times in the UK and Le Revue Française in France also received the same video."

A copy of the video was sent to all major publishing houses, with the Irish Daily News probably being the last to receive it.

"The other party doesn't want to discuss with us at all!"

Colm gritted his teeth.

The video recording will soon be published in newspapers, and it will be impossible to cover up this matter.

"What does he want to do?"

Du Lang frowned.

In fact, as a politician, the most benefit can be gained by keeping this kind of thing in hand, but the other party made it public without hesitation.

"Maybe I want something similar to fairness."

Thinking of the young man who "Joyce only made me admire in the art of language explosion", Joyce spoke lightly.

“Ireland was once a nation that pursued independence and liberation, and pursued international equality.”

The woman smiled coldly, as if she was very disappointed with the Frank Novel Award.

"But now..."

"Professor Joyce!"

The woman's mocking words were interrupted by Du Lang. He asked the two of them to come and find a way to solve the matter, not to listen to any bullshit about fairness or unfairness.

"Ireland needs its own great writers, and the Frank Novel Prize is the result of consultation among many parties."

He just randomly removed himself from the conversation with two sentences. It seems that writers and politicians will never be able to resonate with each other.

Joyce sighed.

"It's easy to solve this accident."

Joyce, who is after all one of the directors of the Frank Fiction Prize, said:

“Just proceed as usual.”

"As usual?"

The overwhelming discussion might soon overwhelm Ireland, and Colm's eyes widened.

"Ah."

Several people were puzzled, and Joyce continued:

"The so-called unfair evidence is just verbal evidence, as long as the award is held as usual, as long as"

Joyce hesitated for a moment.

"Say it quickly!"

Both men were extremely anxious.

"Just give the award to Ryuukawa Toru."

All it took was Colm saying in the video that the award would not go to an Oriental.

As long as the award is given to Longchuan Che.

As long as the award is given to a foreign author.

"no!"

Du Lang refused outright.

"why not?"

Colm was about to cry. He finally came up with a solution but his boss said no.

"If we give him the award because of a video, everyone will know that we made the choice under pressure from public opinion."

The matter caused a lot of uproar, but in the end the prize was awarded to the foreign author.

Many people have the feeling that compromise is not just to calm things down.

"Don't worry about this."

Thinking of those letters that came like snowflakes, Joyce said confidently.

“The Ghosts of Lexington is a well-deserved winner.”

After going through so much trouble, Colm still had to give the award to Longchuan Che. His face turned red.

"Moreover, we should not only give him the award, but also give it solemnly and grandly, so that the public will know that we have no intention of excluding foreign authors."

A dangerous public relations incident could probably be resolved with a woman's advice.

Du Lang nodded with relief.

"The awards ceremony shows how much importance is attached to this film. The Ghost of Lexington has the potential to win an award."

A group of people are here to decide who will win the Frank Fiction Prize and how the award ceremony should be held.

Editor-in-Chief Merlin, who was standing aside, raised his hand hesitantly.

"I'm afraid not."

Thinking about the Green Park Hotel where he had been before coming here, Merlin said something that made Colm dumbfounded.

"Teacher Ryukawa Tetsu has left Ireland."

It's time to present the awards, but I can't find anyone.

Colm made a sharp popping sound.

(End of this chapter)