The translators have made a great contribution to the fact that their works can be spread around the world, and even accounted for half of them.

Just like Thunderstorm, his works have a large audience in China, but if they go abroad, if the translation level is poor, the sentences are not beautiful enough and the charm in the original work is lacking, then his works will lose their due charm and lead to no one likes them.

Only translators who have a deep understanding of Chinese culture, who also understand Western culture, and have very high literary and artistic attainments can translate Thunder Rain's works into words that are unchanged but smooth and beautiful.

Not only is the case with thunderstorms, but also by other literary award winners.

Therefore, the person they should thank for the most is those high-level translators who translate their works.

Every well-known author has great respect and even reliance on the translators who translate their own works, because without the hard work of these translators, their influence would never be so great.

The winners of the Nobel Prize in Literature on site were all moved by the hearts when they saw Guo Dalu's amazing talent. Literature like Guo Dalu who is very familiar with the history, culture and folk customs of various countries are the translators they dream of.

Therefore, someone asked Guo Dalu if he was interested in translator.

In fact, with Guo Dalu's current reputation, as long as he is not a strange man who is isolated from the world, most people in the world basically know him. None of these old men are old-fashioned and can watch movies, so they are naturally a little familiar with Guo Dalu, who is very popular now.

"Mr. Guo, I've watched your movies, it's really great. Especially "Roman Holiday", a very beautiful feature film. You express your love to the fullest, just like an excellent one."

An old man looked at Guo Dalu and showed a very admirable look, "Everyone tells stories. The difference is that we tell stories in words, while you speak in camera, the expressions are different, but the purpose is similar."

Guo Dalu laughed and said, "Old man, I can actually write something, maybe you don't know much."

The old man who was talking to Guo Dalu was Connord, a famous American writer. When he heard this, his eyes lit up and he nodded, "Yes, I have read yours. "The True Story of Ah Q" is very good. Your movie has surpassed national boundaries and can be applied to the entire human society. The description and ridicule of human nature is very clever and powerful!"

He clapped gently and said, "I really can't believe that this article was written by you, but I can't imagine that if it weren't for you, then who could write it?"

Guo Dalu laughed, "Old man, even if you flatter me, I won't be your translator. You are already a Nobel Prize winner and there is no shortage of translation. However, I can write one directly in English, which saves the translation program."

Connard shrugged, "Oh, that's a shame, but I'm looking forward to your work. If possible, can you give me one after your book is published?"

Guo Dalu smiled and said, "No problem, don't forget to promote it for me!"

Connard: “…as you wish!”

Lei Yu pulled Guo Dalu's sleeve, "Hey, boy, what are you talking about?"

Without Guo Dalu's translation, Lei Yu, a foreign idiot, would not understand what Guo Dalu was talking about at all.

Guo Dalu explained: "I told Connard that I want to write one in English and ask him to help me promote it."

Lei Yu smiled and said, "This is a good thing. Have you written it now? If there are mature works, you can let them see it now! Dalu, if your works are praised by them, it will play a very important role in the publicity and improvement of your articles!"

He really thought about Guo Dalu. If Guo Dalu's works could be attracted by these people on the scene, then Guo Dalu's writing style would be extraordinary in the future.

Guo Dalu smiled and said, "You can't tell me, I really wrote a novella, I feel pretty good, but this one, coupled with "The True Story of Ah Q", is not enough to win the Nobel Prize, and I'm too lazy to take it out."

Lei Yu believed in Guo Dalu's cultural level very much. He said, "There is still this? What did you write? Do you have any manuscripts? Isn't there any electronic documents now? Send it directly to let us old guys take a look, and we will also learn the thoughts of you young people."

The other old men were also very curious, Connard said: "Guo, have you written it now? You can print it out and let's take a look."

There were staff members in the conference room and printers in the backstage. Guo Dalu thought about it and borrowed a notebook on the spot, sent the manuscripts in his mailbox to the on-site staff, asking them to print them out directly, bind them a little, and gave them six old men on the scene, one copy for each person, and the Chinese version for Lei Yu, and the other versions of the other people were also written versions of their respective countries.

After several old men took the manuscript, they were all surprised. Unexpectedly, Guo Dalu's work was translated, not just the English and Chinese versions.

The old men were curious and all looked down, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

The cameramen who were filming the big guys' conversation looked at each other. Damn, is this a top literary exchange meeting? Why did it become a review conference? How could this be recorded?

"Oh God, did you really write this?"

After reading the first short paragraph, the old American man Connor looked surprised, "It's really unbelievable!"

After amazement, his head lowered and his eyes fell on the manuscript paper again. It seemed that the rough paper in his hand had indescribable magic. This magic power was like a magical glue, sticking his eyes to the manuscript paper, making it difficult for him to move.

The reactions of the other old men were almost the same as Connor. Their ability to use and appreciate words were the best in the world. The quality of an article could be judged by looking at a few lines. Therefore, after reading the first few paragraphs of this work, I felt that the writing was extraordinary and the words were concise and powerful, and it was a rare masterpiece.

Moreover, the pace of this movie is so strong that it is rare and rare. It starts a bit slow, but then it gets faster and stronger, and the strength is getting stronger. The old men almost couldn't breathe and their hearts thumped, as if they need to wear an oxygen shield.

"Buy cakes, buy cakes!"

Like a vendor selling cake cuts, Connard kept calling out "cake buyers". He felt that even his soul was trembling when he looked at the book.

He was old and could not withstand such a huge mental impact. After opening his mouth and gasping for a few times, he felt his heartbeat return to normal, and then he looked at Guo Dalu with a strange look on his face, "Guo, you are such a magical person. I will recommend you to the organizing committee for the Nobel Prize quota next year."
Chapter completed!