British writer

"The Last Man"...

It turns out that science fiction can still be written like this! ?

Everyone was shocked.

Especially Verne, who began to create in 1862, has tried various ideas, but such a delicate and short one has never been seen.

He couldn't help but murmured to himself in a low voice: "'The last person on earth was sitting alone in the room, at this moment, there was a knock on the door...', although there is only one sentence, it really makes people imagine ah."

Roland nodded,

"Indeed."

Verne couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked Lu Shi again: "Professor Lu, you haven't answered the question just now."

Lu Shi couldn't help being taken aback,

Because it was too far away, I almost forgot the topic just now.

He chuckled lightly and said, "I just talked about the subject matter of "Around the World in Eighty Days". Of course, it is a science fiction work. At least, before the publication of this novel, no one should have had similar fantasies, right? "

Poincaré stroked his beard with a smile,

"Well, it seems so."

Lu Shi said: "I heard that, inspired by the novel, many travelers tried to break the record of traveling around the world and rushed to set off. A novel can cause such a big social response, it can be said to be very successful."

Roland added: "Professor Lu didn't know something. During the serialization of the novel, the citizens of Paris paid special attention to Mr. Fogg's next travel destination, and even several shipping companies telegraphed Mr. Verne, asking him to let the protagonist group take the company's steamer, and is willing to pay a huge sum for it."

The flowery sedan chair is carried by everyone,

The bragging made Verne a little embarrassed.

He coughed in embarrassment and said, "Let's go back to the topic of science fiction."

Said, sitting upright,

"Professor Lu, I never thought that this subject could have so many subdivisions. If so, can I..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard an old voice suddenly coming from the side:

"You are Lu Shi?"

Lu Shi immediately turned his head to look.

I saw in front of me a rather luxuriously dressed old man who looked like a gentleman,

What's interesting is that the buttons on his cuffs and neckline are small cross shapes, which are obviously custom-made.

Poincaré frowned,

"Sir, please return to your seat."

The old man glanced at the stage,

It's the intermission, what should all the audience do.

He sneered,

"I just want to see who is going to mess up the Nobel Prize. I didn't expect..."

That's all the old man said,

But when he looked at Lu, his eyes were not friendly.

Lu Shi gave a "tsk" and replied: "It seems that he is an academician of the Swedish Academy of Letters. I have to correct you on two points. First, I didn't intend to make anything dirty; second, with my influence, at most It's about literary prizes."

The old man's face was uncertain,

Theoretically, Lu Shi, a novelist, poet, and playwright, really can only affect literary awards,

But what happened before was too big. Many people thought that the authority of the Nobel Prize was not enough, so they voluntarily withdrew from the selection.

Just like the Curie couple,

Before, Lu Shi predicted that Mrs. Curie would win the prize,

The couple actually reciprocated and directly stated that they would not accept the Nobel Prize.

The slap was loud.

Therefore, for the current Swedish Academy of Letters, they not only have to bear the doubts of the European literary circles, but also the doubts of other award selection units. The pressure is not insignificant.

Lu Shi stretched his waist,

"Okay, please go back. Where are you going?"

Seeing his attitude, several French people were shocked,

I couldn't help but whisper in my heart:

I have never seen anyone who is more arrogant than the Parisian, today is a good experience.

Bernard Shaw was not surprised, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Lu has always been like this."

Lu Shi smiled and said, "Well, I've always been like this."

Bernard Shaw asked knowingly and jokingly: "Which one?"

Lu Shi made a clapping motion and said, "What else can it be? Me, revenge doesn't last overnight, and slaps in the face are always returned on the spot."

The scene was quiet,

"..."

"..."

"..."

Suddenly, Verne laughed and said, "Okay! Professor Lu, you really have the strength of our literati!"

The face of an old fellow of the Swedish Academy is darker than a pork knuckle.

He said angrily, "You...you..."

Lu Shi coughed lightly,

"Old man, it seems that you are still planning to chat with us. In that case, why don't you report your family name?"

The old man drew a sign of the cross on his chest,

Then he said: "I am Claes Theodore Ordner."

Lu Shi scratched his head,

"who?"

Ordina nearly vomited blood,

His face was still the color of sauced pork knuckle just now, but now it has turned into purple pork liver.

Roland was really afraid that Lu Shi would piss the old man to death, so he quickly introduced in a low voice: "This is the ninth chair of the Swedish Academy. He is responsible for the formation of most of the archives in Sweden today, and the textbooks he wrote are very influential in Sweden. force."

The introduction is over,

Odna's expression turned even worse.

Looking at it like that, he seemed to be suffocating himself to death.

Verne coughed lightly,

"The eleventh seat, not the ninth seat."

Roland: "Ah, this..."

Shut up honestly and stopped talking.

Ordner reprimanded Lu Shi: "Mr. Lu, you are an all-round writer from novels to poetry, to drama, and even interdisciplinary monographs. How can you encourage others to refuse honor? Such a villain is not a gentleman. for."

Unexpectedly, the old guy was endless.

There was no need for Lu Shi to refute, Verne on the side spoke directly, and said, "What did Mr. Odner say?"

Bernard Shaw sneered and echoed: "It sounds harsh to me, too. It's as if those of us who quit the Nobel Prize for Literature selection don't have our own thinking. We just listen to what Lu says."

The two directly maximized their aggression.

Ordina showed no fear,

"Gentlemen, the reason why you withdrew from the selection for the Nobel Prize in Literature is that the Swedish Academy really doesn't know?"

Poincaré couldn't help laughing beside him,

He looked each other up and down,

"Mr. Ordner, what do you want to say?"

Literati are light on each other,

At this time, since the two sides have already started fighting, Ordner can't control so much.

He said seriously: "The reason is very simple, it's nothing more than trying to gain fame."

Poincaré narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "Pursuing fame? Mr. Xiao, I can't say, but Jules is called the '41st seat' of the French Academy. You said he would seek fame, have you lost your mind? ?”

Lu Shi couldn't help feeling in his heart,

This Ordina must have really had a fever and was confused.

In Paris, the French territory is so blatantly provocative, isn't it asking for trouble?

Lu Shi couldn't help laughing,

"If I remember correctly, the Swedish Academy of Letters was established on March 20, 1786 for King Gustav III of Sweden in imitation of the French Academy. From the perspective of lineage and inheritance, should the Swedish Academy be called the French Academy?" dad'?"

Ordner was almost out of breath.

Bernard Shaw blinked at Lu Shi,

"Young man, you are too damaged."

Lu Shifu didn't see it, and staggered his gaze.

It took a while before Odna calmed down, with an embarrassing expression on his face.

"There is a reason why I say you are 'fishing for fame'," he said.

Verne folded his arms,

"Listen to Jun Gao's theory."

The corner of Ordner's mouth curled into an arc,

"The Nobel Prize for Literature is the most watched literary award in the world, and all writers are flocking to it. You must know that your works cannot be awarded, so you want to withdraw as a gimmick to hype yourself."

This is not entirely wrong,

At least, that was the reason why George Bernard Shaw withdrew from the selection.

But things are different now...

Bernard Shaw said: "I thought you could say something~ Mr. Ordner, since you hold such a point of view, I would like to ask you, who do you think can stabilize Mr. Verne and me and win the Nobel Prize?" Literary Award?"

Ordner subconsciously wanted to say "Leo Tolstoy\

,"But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

He's not that stupid.

He said: "Mr. Theodor Mommsen, his representative works "History of Rome" and "Roman Chronicle" not only have important historical value, but also have high..."

Before finishing speaking, Bernard Shaw said, "Withdraw. Mr. Monson has withdrawn."

Ordner's hair is black,

￣□￣｜｜

"And...and..."

It seems they all quit.

Verne on the side said: "I can show you a clear way. How about you nominate Mr. Henrik Ibsen? As a Nordic writer, he should not refute the face of your Swedish Academy."

Ibsen wrote a large number of plays, such as "Peer Gynt" and "An Enemy of the People" have been continuously reproduced by theater troupes all over the world.

What is more amazing is that, according to historical development, the Swedish Academy awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1903 to another Norwegian playwright of the same age——

Bjornsten Bjornson.

Literary critics of later generations always felt that there was a possibility of prejudice in it.

Roland frowned,

"Mr. Ibsen was not nominated, if I remember correctly?"

Odna's face became even more ugly.

Bernard Shaw picked up his pipe, did not light it, took a deep breath, and said contemptuously, "You say we are fishing for fame? Don't you look at what your Nobel Committee has done? Nominate hundreds of candidates! That's it, what are you doing?" Care to tell someone else?"

Poincaré makes up the knife,

"I see, there's nothing wrong with messing things up~"

Ordina suddenly clutched his chest,

"You...you..."

He seemed to understand the reason not to be too arrogant on other people's territory, so he used a peaceful voice and sincerely advised: "Gentlemen, the Nobel Prize for Literature is the most important literary award in the world. It is a loss to the history of world literature."

The old man also knew that he had given in.

Verne spread his hands,

"Mr. Ordner, the Nobel Prize in Literature hasn't been selected yet. How can you say it is the most important literary award in the world? Is it because it has a lot of money?"

From the perspective of the time, the prize money of the Nobel Prize was indeed ridiculously high.

But Ordner certainly couldn't say the same.

He coughed lightly,

"Everyone should be aware of Mr. Nobel's influence, right?"

Verne shook his head and replied: "Mr. Nobel's main honor is in the field of chemistry. As for literature... hum... I have nothing to comment on."

Bernard Shaw continued: "Besides, since you said that we are seeking fame, it is naturally impossible for us to participate in the selection again. How can there be any reason to withdraw by ourselves, and then come back with an old face?"

Ordner looked hopeless.

When his gaze shifted to Lu,

Lu Shi was embarrassed,

At that time, he withdrew from the selection of the Nobel Prize purely because he was afraid of trouble, so he moved Toon out as a shield,

Unexpectedly, things will develop in an inexplicable direction.

It would be interesting if the Nobel Prize was really messed up.

Ordner whispered: "Gentlemen, the Nobel Prize for Literature is really important!"

Verne sighed,

"Oh, why are you still..."

Having said that, he turned to Poincaré beside him, and said with a smile: "How about our French Academy also organize a literary award?"

Ordner: ? ? ?

Their Swedish Academy tosses so many things just to get traffic,

Who would have thought that a competitor would come out now?

Moreover, because of Lu Shi's move, the writers in the entire European literary circle basically withdrew from the selection of the first Nobel Prize for Literature. If the French Academy took advantage of it at this time, the consequences would be disastrous!

Audena looked nervously at Poincaré.

Unexpectedly, Poincaré actually agreed, saying: "There are more than a dozen academicians who think the same way."

Verne nodded,

"That's just right, let's save a literary award as well."

Both of them had serious expressions.

At the same time, cheerful music sounded in the Paris Opera House, indicating that the next act of the play was about to begin.

Odna didn't have the mood to look any further, and left quickly,

He wanted to inform the Swedish Academy of the news as soon as possible.

Watching his back, Verne and Poincaré couldn't help but smile at each other.

Lu Shi was curious,

"You two, are you really going to get a literary award?"

Poincaré did not take over,

Verne nodded,

"Mr. Poincare may just cooperate with me in acting, but in my inner thoughts, I really want to get a literary award."

Lu Shi was not so surprised.

There is a famous literary award in France——

Goncourt Prize for Literature.

It was established in 1903 and is awarded once a year for all French novels published in France that year. It is a prestigious literary award in the world.

It's 1901, not far away.

Moreover, because of the intervention when crossing the Kelu, the first Nobel Prize for Literature was stretched, and the French Academy had ambitions. It is not impossible to upgrade the Goncourt Literature Prize to a global award.

Lu Shi said, "Is it the Goncourt Prize for Literature?"

Verne was curious,

"Huh? Does Professor Lu know about the Goncourt brothers?"

Lu Shi smiled and explained: "I have been friends for a long time. My brother, Mr. Edmond Goncourt, made a will to use the inheritance as a fund to establish the Goncourt College, and designated Mr. Flaubert, Mr. Zola, and Mr. Daudet Waiting for ten friendly writers to be the first academicians."

But because Edmond Goncourt lived for a long time until 1896, the list of academicians had to be revised,

Therefore, the Goncourt Academy was established in 1902.

Lu Shi secretly sighed,

History is moving ahead again.

Unexpectedly, Verne shook his head and said, "No, what I want to organize is the Jules Verne Award."

Lu Shi was stunned,

"What... what?!"

He had never heard of this award.