Of course, we also know that Wilt and Gomingk belong to Liu Jingting, as well as five academicians from the Swedish Academy of Literature, which is now the Nobel Prize jury, because in the application materials for the Nobel Prize for Literature, the author must register his real name and identity verification.

"Wilter, Gomink, what strange pseudonym is this?" A female academician's question broke the moment of silence.

"There is no such pseudonym in China, but as far as I know, Mr. Liu Jingting once wrote a novel serial in a magazine under four pseudonyms, which caused a sensation." Professor Niu Kailang, the only sinologist in the Nobel Prize jury, said with a smile.

"A big boy who is very restless."

"He is also a very talented young writer."

"Let's not discuss what kind of person Liu Jingting is, let's talk about how to choose?" asked the committee chairman Lundev.

"Let me talk about my own point of view first," Niu Kailang continued on the table: "Where is "Waiting for Godot" and "Gitanjali" have already met the requirements of the Nobel Prize in Literature. These two works are also the most outstanding works I have seen in recent years. I think they can enter the final election."

"The public opinion in the outside world may not know that these two works belong to Liu Jingting, but the calls for the two works are equal. It seems that Mr. Liu Jingting is prepared." Another academician continued.

"For the Nobel Prize in Literature, the call is accurate." The female academician didn't know whether it was self-deprecating or had other intentions.

"And, the new work "Paradise Kill" submitted by Jialuosa this year is also very excellent, with very clear progress and improvement. Therefore, I still insist on Jialuosa."

"The problem now is that if you don't choose Liu Jingting, there may be voices outside the world questioning our fairness and thinking that we deliberately make things difficult for Liu Jingting. After all, the bet he shouted is still circulating among the world's readers."

"This is also where the joint is. Since ancient times, no writer has ever been so ignorant. If we award him the award this year, I don't know what shocking words he would say."

Several academicians argued endlessly, but Longdev remained silent.

"The original intention of the Nobel Prize in Literature is to reward every writer who creates the most outstanding works with ideal tendencies in the field of literature. As for other factors, it can be ignored. In other words, the reason why Liu Jingting dared to make a three-year agreement is because he has this confidence. The reason why he dared to hand over his real name to us shows that he also has expectations for our fairness, so..."

"Academician Glen (Niu Kailang's foreign language name), we did not forget the original intention of the Nobel Prize, otherwise we would not have to sit here to discuss whether to send Liu Jingting to the final election. I just think Jialuosa, who has applied for two years, is more qualified to win this award."

Niu Kailang said disapprovingly: "I am now translating Liu Jingting's Journey to the West. To be honest, his work is also qualified to apply for the Nobel Prize. At the same time, as far as I know, the TV series adapted from this novel has also set off a huge viewing craze in China. It can be said to have both popular and artistic qualities."

"Sadly, he did not sign up for this work. Can it be said that he did not have so much confidence in our fairness after all?"

Although the Nobel Prize in Literature selection records and discussion meetings are top secrets for fifty years, everyone can roughly see the verbal battles in the selection from the interviews of the reporters after the Nobel Prize.

At this time, the battle between Niu Kailang and the white-haired professor was just a trailer. When the final election stage and the fifteen academicians jointly ruled the final result, it would be a mess.

"I have understood what everyone means," Rondev finally spoke. "The Nobel Prize in Literature will always follow Mr. Nobel's original intention and always adhere to the most fair attitude to select, in order to discover the most outstanding works of this era, so we have our own dignity and perseverance. Although the two works by Chinese author Liu Jingting are very excellent, his own character and attitude towards the Nobel Prize are very puzzling. Since Academician Gran just mentioned that his other work, Journey to the West, is also qualified to select, can we wait for this work to be translated and screened again?"

"I object," Niu Kailang immediately raised his hand and spoke: "The Journey to the West is a voluminous book, and now my translation can only be published in one volume. When all the translation is completed, it may be two years later."

"Didn't Professor Glan know that an author has applied for the Nobel Prize for seven consecutive years?"

"It's different. If your Excellency the Chairman also believes that Liu Jingting cannot run for this year's Nobel Prize, then I suggest that we should hand over the final severance and power to all colleagues of the School of Literature."

"Did Professor Glen insist?" asked Chairman Lundff.

"I insist on doing this." Niu Lang replied cheerfully.

"Will anyone approve?"

"I agree with Professor Glan's proposal." The female academician was speaking.

Chairman Lundev nodded and said, "Then hand over "Waiting for Godot" and "Gitanjali" to the college, and all academicians will vote for the election."

...

"How many chances do you have?"

Xu Qing and Liu Jingting, who had already moved from Greece to Rome, were eating noodles in a seafood restaurant. Xu Qing, who had endured this topic for a long time, finally gave up the psychological war with the monster Liu Jingting and asked in an angry tone.

"There is no chance of winning." Liu Jingting replied simply, and then continued to eat noodles.

"Don't do this with me."

Liu Jingting stopped chopsticks and explained: "The real names of the two works are my "real names". Aunt Qing, what do you think I will win?"

Xu Qing suddenly realized, then frowned, and finally stopped talking, and finally asked: "Why do you still need to use your real name?"

"Test each other and show my sincerity."

Xu Qing pondered for a moment, understood what Liu Jingting meant, and said with a smile: "You are too confident in yourself."

Liu Jingting also laughed and said, "If a person does not believe, he will not stand."

Xu Qing said with a black line, "The letter here is integrity, right?"

"It depends on your own explanation. Some people say that the "practice" in "learning and practicing it from time to time" is an internship. Doesn't it make the same sense?"

Xu Qing was speechless and had to lower her head to eat noodles.

"For example, the owner of this noodle stall, he thinks that his noodle is the best in Italy. Isn't that kind of awesomeness a kind of confidence, or the motivation to support him in his career?"

Xu Qing did not allow a junior to keep preaching to him and counterattacked: "I only know that if you miss the award this year, you will only have a year's chance. And if you fail to test, I can be sure that you will lose. Are you really going to abandon the pseudonym "Gu Yongsheng"?"

"If I get to that point, I can't help it. I'll talk about it a few days ago. Yi Shui'an told me about changing his pen name."

Xu Qing shook her head in disagreement and said, "Do you think it's so easy to raise a pseudonym?"

Liu Jingting did not answer this question because he actually did not make any plans for this.

"At least we have to consider the meaning of those pseudonyms to readers?"

"Readers only care about good stories."

"You say that, those literary and artistic workers who have worked hard to build their personal brands are afraid that they will not agree."

Liu Jingting suddenly smiled bitterly.

At this time, an old man came into the small restaurant and sat down at the table next to Liu Jingting and Xu Qing. He ordered a bowl of noodles in authentic Italian.

"Aunt Qing, look, not all Italians like to eat pasta."

"Not all Chinese people like to eat ramen, right?"

The two were chatting in a low voice, and the old man suddenly looked at Liu Jingting and said a stern Chinese: "Is the Ni Seng Gu Yongshen?"

Liu Jingting pointed at himself, first greeted the old man in the Italian he had just learned, and then asked in Chinese: "You recognize it, I?"

The old man nodded and said, "Milt is from China, a writer. I went to China and saw Mit."

Liu Jingting smiled and nodded. He said hello politely, preparing to end the conversation. Unexpectedly, the old man was very talkative and solicited opinions: "Can I sit together?"

Xu Qing did not wait for Liu Jingting to speak, and replied in Italian: "Yes."

During the next half hour of chat, Liu Jingting was shocked to find that the old man was actually a diplomatic official. Because he was on vacation, he came here to eat noodles, which made Xu and Liu sigh again about the true meaning of "Roman Holiday".

"China's vacation is for a better job, and their work is for a better job."

When the old man knew that they were down from Venice, he immediately recommended attractions such as Sigh Bridge, Golden Palace and Colored Island. Xu and Liu were about to nod and agreed, but the old man changed his mind and said to Liu Jingting: "I hope you can leave a poem in Venice."

Liu Jingting subconsciously wanted to refuse, but suddenly felt aroused in his heart and replied, "I will do my best."

...

Liu Jingting and Xu Qing said goodbye to the old man and rushed from Rome to Venice. An hour later, the plane landed at Marco Polo Airport. The two got off the plane. Before they left the airport, they were blocked by several men in black suits.

"We were commissioned by the mayor to specially welcome Mr. Liu Jingting and Miss Xu Qing from China. This is our work permit."

Xu Qing was stunned at first, then carefully checked their work permits, turned around and said to Liu Jingting: "I'm here to ask you to write the Psalm."

Liu Jingting said to Xu Qing: "Aunt Qing, tell them that we have appreciated the mayor's kindness, and we understand the mayor's meaning and will not disappoint him."

The man in the lead said, "I can understand what Mr. Liu means. Since that's the case, Mr. Liu and Miss Xu, I hope you have a good time in Venice." After that, he turned around and left.

"It's okay." Xu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, "The order I received should be 'Don't make any difficulties'."

“It’s quite polite.”

"You have a great face."

"Just keep a low profile."

The next day, the headline of the Venice Morning Post deputy page: "Chinese writer Liu Jingting dedicated himself to Venice!"

"It is worthy of being one of the three major international film festivals in the world."

Xu Qing and Liu Jingting only learned about this news the next night, so when they were traveling around the city on the third day, their clearance words were: "I heard that Liu Jingting is also in Venice."

Say it once when you meet someone, and it's been tried and done every time.

"This is called the thief's plan to catch the thief." Xu Qing smiled and complained, "But they are bound to win your 'Psalm', it depends on how you deal with it?"

...

...

Three months later, "Shapespeare's most mature comedy work" "The Merchant of Venice" was performed in Venice. Unlike "Waiting for Godot", "Venice" immediately won praise from audiences and critics after its performance. The following 32 consecutive performances were filled with audiences. "Porcia's Wisdom" quickly swept across Italy with a prairie fire, and then affected European countries.
Chapter completed!