Stockholm, capital of Sweden.

The Nobel Prize Ceremony.

As a candidate, Su Tong can bring two assistants into the venue, so Zhang Xin and her assistant followed.

Before the award ceremony began, the three of them looked for seats first. After they found Su Tong's seat, they were surprised.

The two front passengers who were almost fighting with them on the plane were now sitting next to Su Tong's seat.

Enemies have a narrow road.

Seeing Su Tong, the white woman Teresa stood up, her eyes almost spitting out of fire, and her eyes stared at Su Tong.

The male companion Rostow next to her also frowned, and was very unfriendly to Su Tong.

Rostow thought Su Tong was too unkind and almost cried when he spoke a lady on the plane.

Su Tong didn't think so. Even if he insulted him, he would drag the entire Chinese nation in, and it would be a good luck for her mother to not know her.

"Sir, can you change your seat with you? The lady next to my seat is racially discriminatory and discriminates against our Chinese nation. It just so happens that I belong to the Chinese nation." Su Zhao said politely to a black gentleman who had already arrived at the scene and was sitting in the aisle seat.

"Racial?" Mr. Black raised his eyebrows and looked at the white man Teresa.

If a yellow race looks so beautiful, you discriminate against it too. If I am a big black man, you will definitely discriminate against it even more.

Theresa glanced at Mr. Black, disgust appeared in her eyes, and turned her head and stared at Su Zhao fiercely.

Mr. Black became popular, and he saw Teresa's eyes: "What kind of eyes do you have? Do you also discriminate against us black people?"

Teresa was so angry that she said: "Nigga, it's not your business. Do you want to stand up for the malnourished yellow-skinned person?"

"Who are you talking about?" Mr. Black was furious. The row of seats was all seats for the Nobel Prize in Literature. Mr. Black was also one of the candidates. His novels were dedicated to fighting for equal power for blacks.

"Don't be as knowledgeable as her. She claims to be a life of a higher race. We are a lower race, so it doesn't make sense no matter how you say it." Su Tong added fuel to the fire.

Rostow couldn't help but interrupt and said, "This gentleman from Daqin, can you respect the ladies? Your actions are abhorrent."

Su Tong carefully translated in English: "Do you know what kind of gentle scum and hypocritical hypocrites are? They are talking about people like you."

Rostow and Teresa gritted their teeth. They were candidates for the Nobel Prize for Literature and did not dare to get angry here, for fear that the people on the jury would know it, so they would be over. They might lose the award impulsively, so they could only be angry and dare not give it.

They now know why the Chinese, who are also candidates for the Nobel Prize for Literature, are fearless, because no Chinese writer has ever won the Nobel Prize for Literature.

This guy must be so arrogant because he knows this.

And they have hope, they dare not.

Tolerate!

Rostow and Teresa had to sit down.

"Our country has great hope for you, so bear it first." Zhang Xin also told Su Tong, afraid that he would not be able to swallow the breath on the plane.

The other party was honest, Zhang Xin said this again, and Su Zhao sat down, pinched her nose and talked to the black man Pulong.

"Friends of Daqin, what's wrong with you?" Pulong asked curiously.

Su Tong pinched her nose and said, "I smelled a slutty next to me, and I couldn't stand it."

Pulong was stunned, and turned to reveal his white teeth, almost laughing. He knew what Su Tong meant. This guy was young and energetic, so energetic.

Teresa sat on Su Tong's right hand, almost jumped up when she heard this, and said to me again!

Why is this person's mouth so vicious?

Zhang Xin and her assistant covered their foreheads and wanted to tell Su Zhao something, but as the awards ceremony was about to begin, they had to go back to their seats, which were at the back, far away.

Chatting with Pulong in a low voice, Su Tong suddenly turned his head and said to Teresa: "You owe our Chinese nation an apology."

Teresa stared at Su Zhao, her face was full of freckles and her mouth moved, and she didn't say anything.

quite a while.

"You owe our Chinese nation an apology." As she chatted with Pulong, Su Tong turned his head and said to Teresa.

Teresa couldn't help it, and said in anger, "I'm not wrong. People in your country are just lacking in quality, and the whole world dislikes them."

Before Su Tong said anything, Pulong said angrily: "We Africa will always be friends of Daqin, why don't you go on behalf of God?"

The Nobel Prize Ceremony will be broadcast globally, but many countries do not broadcast live on TV stations, but some online platforms are connected to the official live broadcast interface for broadcasting.

At this moment, countless netizens in Daqin are waiting for the start of the Nobel Prize Ceremony.

Among these netizens are Principal Song and a group of old guys - they have been organizing Su Tong's works for two years.

"Hope is the biggest one."

"Well, the whole world's impression of Daqin has changed. The West has slandered our Daqin for too long."

"We old guys can't wait for a few years."

"Oh, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Liu... they didn't wait. We don't know if we can wait."

"Look at Xiao Tong."

“…”

A group of old guys were wearing reading glasses, holding their mobile phones and chatting in the group, and the computer was asked to turn on and wait.

Netizens are also very enthusiastic, and the Internet is very lively.

"Although I want to laugh, I still hope that Princess will win the award."

"Gee Ge went to attend the Nobel Prize Ceremony. I couldn't help laughing. I almost forgot that he had written a book."

"Come on, Princess, we all support you and you must win the award."

"It's hard, I say, are foreigners prejudiced against us Daqin people? For more than a hundred years, we have never awarded the literature award to people in our country. If we can't win other physics awards, medical awards, it's fine. Our scientific projects are relatively backward, but our literary works are profound and vast. It's like a sea of ​​smoke. It's impossible for so many excellent works to win a prize."

"Grandpa, I want to bring glory to us."

"This is a shame for our nation. We, the people of the Qin Dynasty, value etiquette, talk about emotions, follow three to four virtues... Which one is not influenced by culture? Our literature is not inferior to others."

"The Old Man and the Sea" is very popular in Daqin, and it is not bad overseas. The old man's spirit not only inspires us Daqin people, but also foreigners are very encouraged. The evaluation is very high, so it can be impacted."

"Buddhist blesses that our nation has too many blank spaces, and this is indispensable."

“…”

Hundreds of millions of people in China are looking forward to it. Although not many people are waiting to watch the live broadcast, they will be very unwilling to think that the Qin Dynasty lacks a Nobel Prize in Literature.

In Stockholm, the Nobel Prize ceremony has finally begun.

Su Tong stopped chatting with his African friends and stopped harassing Teresa, who was so angry that she was almost crazy.
Chapter completed!