I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 369 A Sudden Relief

Inside the Lincoln, Blumenthal picked up the car phone and dialed a number.

"Michael, how's the kid?"

"He's a good boy!"

"you sure?"

"Of course!"

"Then, is it possible to make further contact?"

"We need to be careful; that child actually has a very strong sense of national pride deep down."

He might not realize it himself, but I can sense it. However, I'm certain he leans more towards our civilization. He himself said he dislikes being constrained… Although he maintained some restraint in his words, I could still sense his dissatisfaction. This is something we can exploit.

Try to make contact with Morgan.

Don't make any demands, just friendly contact is fine.

Subtly influence him to lean more towards us, and then find ways to guide him to actively express some opinions and views.

Don't use the same old methods; try something new.

woman?

Of course, a woman is fine, but he has high standards; you'll have to find a woman who catches his eye first...

That's all for now. I'm flying to Washington, D.C. early tomorrow morning. See you then.

He hung up the phone, leaned back in his chair, and lit a cigar.

"Henry, what do you think of that child?"

The driver didn't turn around, but smiled and said, "Sir, that's a smart guy. It'll be difficult to get him to submit."

Why should we submit?

Blumenthal scoffed, "Do you agree with the views of those extremists?"

"Of course not, I hate them."

"But their influence is constantly expanding."

America's moderates, however, focused more on making money and had no intention of fighting against the extremists.

"So you're trying to win over that child..."

"It's not so much about winning them over, I just hope to be a bridge."

At this point, he suddenly laughed and asked, "What do you think Chinese people are like?"

"Gentleness, humility, patience, and diligence."

"No flaws?"

"Haha, Mr. Werner, you should know their shortcomings better than I do."

"Yes, of course I know."

Blumenthal took a puff of his cigar, and a moment later exhaled a cloud of smoke that filled the carriage and obscured his face.

……

After returning home, Liu Jin drank a can of Coke.

He began to understand why he had won the Pulitzer Prize for Literature!

It's not that I lack confidence.

The quality of The Old Man and the Sea absolutely blows Neutral out of the water.

However, "Neutral" aligns more closely with the universal values ​​that the victim community is promoting to the world.

Equality, N-fist, TX, race, and X cognition...

Of course, the promotion during this period was not as rampant as the proliferation of NGOs more than a decade later.

They promoted it using very covert methods... Twenty years later, whether you admit it or not, China was also affected.

In this context, Blumenthal's influence must have been significant in helping The Old Man and the Sea win the Pulitzer Prize for Literature.

Try to win him over?
Today's meeting was actually just a test.

I don't know if it's been approved...

If he passes, he will be able to obtain more resources.

Twenty years later, he packed his bags and went back to China, letting them do whatever they wanted...

However, Liu Jin could sense that Blumenthal's thinking was quite different from that of the extremists twenty years later.

Perhaps he represents the moderates?
God knows!
Now that Liu Jin is involved, let's see what Mr. Werner will do next.

Oh, and send him "The Eye of the Ferocious Beast".

Liu Jin could sense that Blumenthal's attitude towards everyday life wasn't particularly mild either.

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll fill it with earth!
Liu Jin sent the email to Blumenthal's mailbox.

Who knows if it's a private email address or what, but at least he now has a direct channel to communicate with Blumenthal.

After sending the email, he jumped onto the bed and fell fast asleep.

I slept until dawn.

At 8:30 a.m., he received a call from Nicole Krauss, then put on his new suit and came downstairs.

Nicole's car is a Toyota Camry.

This is said to be America's most popular Japanese car.

Sometimes you have to admit that life understands the American people.

No matter how much the Americans resist the invasion of Japanese cars, in Liu Jin's previous life in America, the streets were full of Japanese cars.

Moreover, they all look good.

In other words, his enthusiasm for cars is only so-so, so he's not very knowledgeable about them and can't recognize what models they are.

However, in 2013, Japanese cars did indeed sell very well.

Nicole was dressed in a black women's suit today, looking very capable. However, the way she looked at Liu Jin was a little strange, making Liu Jin very uncomfortable.

"Do I have any questions?"

Nicole drove onto Fifth Avenue.

She suddenly said, "I'm afraid this is a bit presumptuous, but I'm just curious, did you really earn 150 million last year from your writing?"

"what?"

“Susan told me yesterday.”

How did she know?

"She has some connection with Forbes magazine."

Liu Jin couldn't help laughing.

These things really can't be hidden forever.

The details will be made public, so there's nothing to hide.

Liu Jin nodded, then vaguely replied, "More or less."

"Oh my god, that's terrifying."

Nicole seems much more cheerful today than she did yesterday.

"Mr. Amos, you're a year younger than me, yet..."

"It's just luck. Look at my works this year, they don't have the same momentum as last year."

"A million copies sold, are you still not satisfied?"

Nicole laughed and said, "I'd be perfectly happy if I could get half of your sales."

What book are you writing right now?

"Me? I guess I'll stick to short stories. Last year's book seems to have exhausted all my inspiration, leaving my mind completely blank. I'd like to write another novel, but it's been almost a year, and I have absolutely no inspiration."

After Nicole finished speaking, she gave a bitter smile.

This is probably the most painful thing for any author.

No inspiration...

Liu Jin also deeply understands this.

He suffered a lot in this area in his past life.

Since his rebirth, he has been constantly inspired, largely due to the accumulation of his previous life.

Perhaps it is truly as Su Dongpo said: "It is too late to read books in this lifetime."

I'm grateful for the books that kept him company during his most difficult years in his past life.

I wonder if he can recreate the glory of having 12,000 books in his previous life!
……

The Pulitzer Prize ceremony certainly can't compare to the glamour of the Oscars or the Golden Globes.

There was no red carpet.

There was only a group of writers and journalists.

Liu Jin and Melissa met up.

Melissa looked a little nervous.

He offered a few words of comfort, then joined the others for a group photo outside Columbia University's library before entering the rotunda.

To be honest, it's pretty boring.

No beautiful women, no starlight...

After Columbia University President Lee C. Bollinger delivered a passionate speech, the awards ceremony began.

There was no talk show by the Oscar host; the awards ceremony was just a very procedural one.

Liu Jin and Melissa sat together.

"I heard the Goncourt Prize award ceremony is very simple?"

"Yes, it's basically the jury president inviting writers to have coffee, chat, and take some photos at one of the three major cafes on the Left Bank of the Seine. But it's also quite interesting... I've seen quite a few writers burst into tears."

Melissa said softly, "Unlike you."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You don't seem nervous at all, but I'm so nervous I could die."

What's there to be nervous about!

It was just a tactic used by the victims to bribe him.

Liu Jin smiled and took Melissa's hand.

The awards ceremony was actually quite fast.

As each award was announced, the winners took to the stage, shared their thoughts, and were all incredibly excited.

"Amos Liu Jin, a Chinese student studying in France and winner of the 2003 Pulitzer Prize for Literature, is the author of 'The Old Man and the Sea.'"

In this predominantly middle-aged and elderly group, when 28-year-old Liu Jin rose to walk towards the stage, the entire rotunda erupted in applause. Countless eyes, filled with scrutiny, doubt, and disdain, fell upon Liu Jin.

Liu Jin kept saying he wasn't nervous.

But at this moment, I felt more than just nervous.

He took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and stepped onto the podium.

The person who presented him with the award was none other than Columbia University President Bollinger.

He handed the trophy and a check for $7500 to Liu Jin, smiling as he said, "Congratulations, Mr. Amos!"

In an instant, Liu Jin suddenly relaxed.

He accepted the trophy and check, stood in front of the microphone, and then took a deep breath!

……

(End of this chapter)