Chapter 66

In fact, I can't blame Lynn for her excitement.

It's mainly this party. It's really a bit too high-end.

Most of the best-selling writers of this year have come, not to mention many of those of previous years.

Wang Jian even saw several Nobel Prize winners in literature.

As we all know, literature in the west is more inclined to the Nobel Prize, of course.

Therefore, there are quite a few Western writers who have won this award.

But it's enough to show that the New York Times takes the party seriously.

Wang Jian raised his glass and began to socialize with others.

"By the way, which one do you think will win the Pulitzer Prize this year?" Some realistic writers are talking about it.

One of the young writers also looked up at Wang Jian.

"Ha ha." Wang Jian turned around and quit the group chat.

Then he came to another group of people.

"Hugo Award", "gonguer Award", "mambok Award"

Well, fictitious novels, in this era, are really a minority.

Not to mention, as a branch of fantasy literature.

Wang Jian now finally knew why George Martin, Robert Jordan and others did not come to the dinner party.

Fortunately, the deputy editor in chief of the New York Times rang his glass in time to remind everyone that he was going to speak.

"Today, we have invited many famous writers. Your words have moved tens of thousands of readers. "

The deputy editor in chief stopped for a moment, waiting for the applause to be over.

Then he went on: "and we also want to take this opportunity to announce that there is a great writer who will work with the New York Times.

"His new novel, miracle in the green, will be serialized in the newspaper."

"Next, let's welcome the contemporary master of terror and suspense, Stephen King!"

The writers at the scene were quiet for a while, then clapped.

But Wang Jian's heart moved.

Is there another industry giant ready to test the publishing field?

The New York Times prepared a grand appearance for Stephen King.

The lights at the dinner party were dim at first.

Then, the curtain on the rostrum was lifted and a large electronic screen appeared in front of everyone.

The photos of Stephen King when he was young, along with his works of the same period, are presented on the big screen one by one.

Then, as soon as the picture turned, the name of the film adapted from his works began to appear.

Walk with you, Carrie the witch, twinkle, shawshank redemption

Then, the screen began to play the horror clips of these movies.

Wang Jian clapped with the crowd, and at the same time, he sighed in his heart: Stephen King is worthy of being a famous master of terror. This kind of terror atmosphere is wonderful.

Meanwhile, Lynn, who was beside her, exclaimed in a low voice: "Stephen King!"

Then, a middle-aged white man, led by the staff, went to the microphone to speak.

At this time, the disdain chain in the writer seems to be interrupted.

These realistic, classical and popular science writers also turned into fans and began to rush to the rostrum.

"Won't you go?" Lin en looked at Wang Jian with a little curiosity.

He shook his head and motioned to Lynn to help himself.

But it's not that Wang Jian is conceited and reserved.

Instead, when he watched the horror scene, he said in his mind that the famous writer did not look at John.

He turned and held out his hand, and Wang Jian shook, "your" Arcane throne "is very wonderful, our family, all like it."