I really don't want to eat with my face

Chapter 74 Super Reader

Yannan villa area.

After parting with Lin Weixi, Su Xiaozhou came back.

Tao Siyin just took a nap, and asked her a little sleepy: "Zhouzhou, is Lin Weixi going to the ceremony?"

"Not going, it's too strange, I think she refused to go on purpose." Although Su Xiaozhou was a bit sandy, he was not stupid.

Tao Siyin was thoughtful, but didn't say much.

It just so happened that Lu Changming changed the script again, and the two women told him about it.

"Student Lin isn't coming? There's no reason." Lu Changming was very surprised. Lin Weixi is a loyal fan of "The Three-Body Problem", so why didn't he come?

"She said that there is a class activity on the [-]th, so I can't go." Su Xiaozhou explained, "Only the three of us can go, do you have a seat?"

"There is definitely a position, but you have nothing to do with the science fiction circle, and Siyin is a big star, so I have to inform the editor first." Lu Changming didn't think about Lin Weixi for the time being.

He gave the script to Tao Siyin, and then called Jiang Dong.

Jiang Dong was chatting with other writers in the hotel, and was overjoyed when he received a call from Lu Changming.

"Mr. Changming? Are you coming over?"

Jiang Dong's main task was to take care of Lu Changming, but seeing that the Galaxy Awards were about to start, Lu Changming couldn't even see him.

"I'm almost ready, but I want to bring two more people there."

"Is that so? I can arrange a seat, but it's inconvenient to sit with you, you sit at the front." Jiang Dong thought about it.

The Galaxy Awards are not very popular, and there are many seats, but the front row seats need to be a little more careful, and everyone can't bring a few people in and sit, that's too imposing.

Lu Changming had no objection, he took the initiative to send a message: "One is my sister and the other is Tao Siyin, there shouldn't be any problem, right?"

"What? Who else but your sister?" Jiang Dong exclaimed.

"Tao Siyin, that queen." Lu Changming slightly moved the phone away from his ears.

Jiang Dong yelled louder: "I'm going, Tao Siyin? Really?"

"Really, Tao Siyin is my friend..."

"I know, you wrote a song for her." Jiang Dong was out of breath, and his tone was full of surprise, as if he had won the lottery.

"If Miss Tao comes, we warmly welcome her, and we have to let her sit in the front. Mr. Chang Ming, please wait a moment, I will go to the editor-in-chief!" Jiang Dong couldn't hide his joy.

Lu Changming was taken aback for a moment, and then understood.

For a big star like Tao Siyin, any event she attends will cause heated discussions.The Science Fiction Galaxy Awards are not very popular, if Tao Siyin was "invited" to come, wouldn't she become famous in one fell swoop?

Lu Changming is doing something good, without him, the Yinhe Award would not have been able to invite Tao Siyin, because the two have nothing to do with each other.

Even if they were invited, they must have spent a huge amount of money to let the stars come to the "show".

But now, there is no need to spend a dime, and the traffic is rushing in. Who wouldn't like it?

Winner Hotel, No.20, [-]th Floor.

The 26th to 28th floors of this hotel are reserved for writers and industry professionals attending the Galaxy Awards ceremony.

Jiang Dong took the elevator up to the 28th floor and knocked on the door of Room 2807.

The door opened, and World Tree editor-in-chief Liu Changqian was dressed in formal attire, looking at Jiang Dong in confusion: "What's wrong? We're in a meeting."

There were seven or eight other people in the room, all of whom were from the field of sci-fi literature, as well as the judges and chairman of the Galaxy Awards. Everyone was sitting casually, having a meeting while drinking tea, and it was actually just chatting.

"Editor-in-Chief, Tao Siyin is coming to the Galaxy Awards ceremony!" Jiang Dong said loudly.

Liu Changqian was taken aback, but the people in the room looked at each other in confusion, not knowing who Tao Siyin was.

One of the half-century old men was the first to speak out: "Tao Siyin? The queen of the song?"

The half-century old man is also dressed in formal clothes, with gray temples and many wrinkles, but he is so energetic that he doesn't even need to wear glasses.

He is the chairman of the National Science Fiction Literature Association and chairman of the Galaxy Award, Deng Zhenhua.

Deng Zhenhua can't be regarded as a pure literati now, he seldom touches a pen, he is mainly a manager, responsible for managing and running the Science Fiction Literature Association.

"President Deng, that's Tao Siyin, the queen!" Jiang Dong seemed to be asking for credit, smiling so much that his eyebrows were wide open.

"Why is she willing to come?" Deng Zhenhua was quite surprised, he was in the literary world, so he couldn't say whether he liked or hated Tao Siyin.

But as a manager, he naturally understood how much traffic Tao Siyin contained.

"Mr. Chang Ming brought her here. They are friends and don't need a penny!" Jiang Dong explained, and also told about "Annual Rings".

A group of people don't know what "Annual Ring Theory" is, but only Lu Changming, the author of "Three-Body Problem".

Liu Changqian clapped his hands: "It's a good feeling, maybe this time the Galaxy Awards can be brought into the public eye."

"I don't think it's appropriate for the literary world to involve celebrities in variety shows?" a middle-aged man said displeased.

"The focus of the Galaxy Awards should be on the works, not on the stars, and there is no need to let her come." A bald old man also spoke, with a cold look on his face, emphasizing a rigidity.

Jiang Dong didn't dare to say anything anymore. All the big names in the field of science fiction literature were present. Everyone thought differently and might not be able to accept trendy things.

Liu Changqian didn't say anything, as a literary businessman, he really wanted Tao Siyin to get involved.

Deng Zhenhua took two steps, and thought with his hands behind his back: "When a celebrity comes in, it will definitely cause dissatisfaction among some readers, and it will also attract infamy. But it is also a good thing to let the Galaxy Awards come into the public eye."

Deng Zhenhua spoke and glanced at the crowd: "The key is, how to let Tao Siyin come in, we need a reasonable reason, instead of spending money to please the catwalk. Literature is not noble, but we must also avoid being tainted with money."

These words made everyone silent.

Jiang Dong, who was standing at the door, was secretly burying him: Are you old and pedantic so serious?If it weren't for Mr. Chang Ming, the big star would still not come!
"According to the usual practice, Super Readers will be invited to participate in the Galaxy Awards. There are five places in total. Let Tao Siyin occupy one of them. She should have read "Three-Body Problem", right?" Liu Changqian said suddenly.

A super reader is a loyal fan of sci-fi literature, he may be a physical book buying maniac, or the king of electronic subscriptions, or a celebrity in the sci-fi circle.

Deng Zhenhua's eyes lit up: "Okay, this is good."

The rest of the people had no objections, and a few stubborn people wanted to object, but seeing that Deng Zhenhua supported it, they shut up.

Jiang Dong was overjoyed and hurried to report to Lu Changming.

Lu Changming understood that, since the Yinhe Awards wanted to invite Tao Siyin to be a super reader, he would save himself the trouble.

On the same day, Tao Siyin received an email invitation from the Galaxy Awards, sincerely inviting her to attend the Galaxy Awards ceremony.

She has her own front row seat.

"I just read "Three-Body Problem", and I didn't expect to become a super reader." Tao Siyin was a little bit dumbfounded.

"The sci-fi literature circle still pays more attention to face. Inviting a star to a 'show' is easy to attract people's scolding. Naturally, you have to arrange an identity for you." Lu Changming analyzed.

The world of science fiction literature is actually quite helpless. To be precise, the field of literature is quite helpless.

(End of this chapter)