Wang Xiaobo waved his hand and said, "That's not right. With someone as striving as you are, Chinese literature cannot stagnate no matter what. If you do the math, if we add all of us together and average the number of works, we will definitely have more than the entire country."

The average level of world writers.”

Yu Dong teased, "The amount of cucumbers you eat together is far higher than the average level of everyone in the world."

Bi Feiyu said with a smile, "That's true."

Yu Hua's words did not delay him from eating melons. After eating two watermelons in a row, he wiped his mouth and asked, "I heard that there will be a TV interview during this trip to the United States?"

Yu Dong asked strangely, "Didn't Yuliang give you all the contents of the interview?"

"It was given to us, but we haven't looked at it carefully yet," Yu Hua said.

Yu Dong twitched his lips and said, "If you haven't watched it, then you haven't watched it. It's useless if you watch it. It's just an interview arranged by ABC. It's nothing special. I'll ask you some questions then, some of which are scheduled in advance and some of which are temporary.

If you ask a question, there will be an interpreter on site, and you can just answer it yourself."

"Aren't you coming with us?" Bi Feiyu asked.

Yu Dong nodded, "Let's go together. ABC is doing a literary topic this time. In addition to a few of us, there are other writers. There are about seven or eight in total. They are all old acquaintances. Clezio and Munro

Everyone will attend.”
Chapter completed!