Early the next morning, everyone had breakfast, and William Chen and others were already waiting outside with their vehicles ready.
Everyone went downstairs one after another, not wanting to be embarrassed, and everyone put on new clothes. Feng Xianzhi is still wearing a Chinese tunic suit and black leather shoes. Regardless of the fact that other men are wearing suits, the old man has a unique look in the Chinese tunic suit, which outshines those in suits.
Wang Meng changed into a suit and looked more energetic. The first impression he gave was that he was a literary and artistic worker.
Everyone else was dressed in nothing special, just suits and shirts.
"..."
William Chen and others said hello, but in fact they were rating in their hearts that Mr. Feng was still the best at the moment.
But then her eyes lit up. Tang Yuewen came down, wearing the clothes provided by Jiang Yulou. They were not fashionable, but they were very suitable.
"Not bad!"
Jenny Zhou and Kelly Liu looked at each other, very surprised, and then their eyes widened.
With her looks, she outshines all the female stars in Hong Kong.
Jiang Yulou followed closely and walked down.
He wears a black suit on the outside, a white shirt on the inside, and a pair of black leather shoes on his feet.
It was obviously an ordinary outfit, but Jiang Yulou made people feel extraordinarily brave and handsome.
Jiang Yulou was already tall. In the past two years, he had become rich and well-nourished. After gaining weight, his figure became more symmetrical.
That is to say, he doesn't exercise, otherwise he would be a perfect male star.
Even so, several women present were stunned.
"Wow, this handsome guy from China is so handsome!"
"I thought he was handsome before, but I didn't expect that he would be even more handsome when dressed up!"
Jenny Zhou and Kelly Liu were instantly excited, just like men who see a beautiful woman and want to whistle and play.
Tang Yuewen took a look, lowered her head, her big eyes were watery, and she was even more surprised. What woman doesn’t want her soul mate to be a handsome guy?
If so, he is most likely a hypocritical person.
After everyone arrived, the bus left the hotel and headed to the main venue of today's event.
A group of people went upstairs, and the host briefly explained the process. During this period, I heard that someone from the Hong Kong Governor's Office was coming, but he didn't say anything when he came, he just took a look and left.
It is estimated that around ten o'clock in the morning, the press conference will officially begin.
In a hall, there was a row of tables in front of it, and everyone was frightened when they came out.
The battle was several times more powerful than the airport. "Sing Pao", "Sing Tao Daily", "Ta Kung Pao", "Wen Wei Po", "Oriental Daily", "Tian Tian Pao", "Ming Pao", "Xin Pao", "Overseas Chinese News" 》 and dozens of media outlets, and more than a hundred people were waiting.
Tang Yuewen and the staff of the Writers Association were only supporting roles and were not qualified to be on stage, so they were assigned seats under the stage.
Jiang Yulou, Feng Xianzhi, Wang Meng and others are the real protagonists of this press conference.
"Mr. Feng, what impressed you most about Hong Kong?"
"Xiangjiang is a very young and dynamic city. I believe it will be even more prosperous in the future."
Feng Xianzhi's answer was very formal and official.
"Mr. Wang, what do you think of this exchange meeting?"
"This literary exchange meeting will help enhance the status and influence of literature. As an important form of cultural expression, literature has unique value and charm. Through the literary exchange meeting, we can further explore the connotation and value of literature and expand the scope of literature. Its influence will allow more people to understand and love literature.”
Jiang Yulou raised his eyebrows. Wang Meng and other old writers were indeed like human beings, and their clichés were too slippery.
But what surprised him even more was that these reporters actually conducted interviews seriously. Anyway, he didn't hear any bad intentions.
The press conference lasted for about an hour. At noon, the formal interview ended and free interviews began.
This time the style of painting changed.
The journalists who had seemed so presentable just now dispersed as if they had received some kind of signal. Seven or eight people surrounded Feng Xianzhi, seven or eight people surrounded Wang Meng, and several more people surrounded him.
No one paid attention to Jiang Yulou at first. After all, he was too young and did not look like a great writer. The reporters have limited information. They only know that he has written a few novels and seems to have done well.
But that's all.
Just what type of reporters are there in Xiangjiang? The sparrows that fly across the sky have to pluck out their hair before they can fly away. Now that Jiang Yulou has encountered it, he has to ask some questions.
Furthermore, his young age also means that maturity and prudentness have nothing to do with him, and he is more likely to ask questions.
"Mr. Jiang, how long have you been a writer?"
"In less than two years."
"In such a short time, has Mr. Jiang achieved anything?"
"I have published one short story, one novella and two novels. One of the novels was published as a single book. Before I arrived in Hong Kong, the sales volume reached 700,000 copies." After thinking about it, Jiang Yulou He added, "The single volume of this novel will be released in the first half of this year."
"What?"
"impossible!"
"Seven hundred thousand copies in half a year?"
"Are you sure your data is not exaggerated?"
The reporters gathered around him were going crazy.
It is not that they have never seen sales of 700,000 copies, but it is incredible for them to sell more than 700,000 copies in half a year, and the other person is still a young writer.
Jiang Yulou shrugged and said, "Of course, you can ask my fellow writers about this. Or you can go to the mainland and ask around, and you can get the answer you want."
The reporters felt a "chop" in their hearts, let them go to the mainland, go crazy.
But they asked other writers anyway and got a resounding answer.
At this time, other reporters also knew that one of the mainland writers who came back to Hong Kong was a young man who was very remarkable.
"Teacher Jiang, what is the name of your book?"
"The Conspiracy." Jiang Yulou didn't wait for the reporter to continue asking questions, and then said: "This novel is a spy suspense novel. So far, this novel has been adapted into a radio drama, covering 300 million people, and it has the same name. The TV series is also being filmed intensively.”
Jiang Yulou talked so eloquently that the reporters were almost numb. They had never seen such a eloquent writer.
Even when Jin Yong and Ni Kuang were young, their skills in facing reporters could not be as good as his.
"Teacher Jiang, have you read the literary works of Xiangjiang writers?"
"I've seen The Drunkard, Inside the Temple, and The Fall."
These three works are all classics written by Xiangjiang writer Liu Yichang.
In particular, "The Drunkard" was written in the early 1960s and is known as "China's first stream-of-consciousness novel" and was selected into the "Top 100 Modern Novel Classics of the 20th Century". In 2004, it triggered the filming of the movie "2046" by Hong Kong director Wong Kar-wai.
"Do you like Liu Yichang's works?"
"Of course, especially the work "Drunkard", it is very unique. The main manifestations are: the drunkard is placed in three states, with different writing styles; Xiangjiang concerns showing a strong critical consciousness; exposition and scholarship The color of a rational scholar's novel; the flow of poetic consciousness is connected with the perceptual image."
After hearing this, the reporters were confused.
They are just reporters. They don't know anything about stream of consciousness. They just feel that they are not aware of it.
Hiss, this young kid from mainland China is pretty awesome!
Jiang Yulou chatted with reporters for a long time, and a group of reporters from Xiangjiang didn't know what to ask, so they could only leave in silence.
