Luo Kun reminded: "This year, there are many newcomers in the science fiction world. To be honest, even if you have a newcomer award, you don't even have a 30% chance of winning it."

"No, right? That's so low?" Chen Yao was a little surprised.

Among the newcomers, is there any book sales better and more fans than me? It is more praised by the industry?

Luo Kun pointed to the distance: "That Ding Zeguang is a top student at Peking University and a newcomer. The sales of science fiction he wrote is no lower than yours."

Chen Yao looked along his fingers. The boy wearing silver-edged glasses who looked tall and thin was a top student from Peking University?!

“Does it take a high degree to write novels?”

Luo Kun said without hesitation: "If it is a novice online article, you can succeed by writing randomly, but physical writers need to use their brains."

“…”

You physical book editors are too underestimating online novels.

Chen Yao said: "Lao Luo, online novels are not that easy to write. If you try it, you can't even sign a contract in minutes."

Luo Kun: "..."

He thought about it carefully: "Okay, I really don't understand online novels. But science fiction writers who write physical books need scientific rigor. If they have a high degree of education, they can write science fiction more realistically."

"Taking Ding Zeguang's "The Past of Mars" as an example, he wrote about the atmosphere and geography of Mars very scientifically. He is a student of the astronomy department of Peking University."

Chen Yao glanced at Ding Zeguang and wanted to know a question: "His novels are more popular than mine?"

Luo Kun thought for a while and said, "It's hard to say who is more popular, but his books are indeed higher than yours."

High sales volume of books does not mean anything. In addition to the quality of the book itself, sales volume also requires good promotion and marketing.

The books written by Chen Yao himself were not promoted very much, and he did not even attend the activities of the book purchase center.

Lao Luo pointed to the right: "That is Dai Kangming, an associate professor in the physics department of Qinghai University. A science fiction novel he wrote is also very popular. He is also your competitor."

It was really unexpected. There was Peking University on the left and Qing University on the right. They were all best-selling writers who wrote science fiction. They were published in the same year as themselves and are now competing for Newcomer Awards with themselves.

No wonder, it is not easy to win the newcomer award.

The beautiful host on the stage smiled and said, "In the past year, a large number of outstanding new writers have emerged in the science fiction world. Both the quantity and quality have improved greatly compared with previous years. This year's best newcomer award is the most competitive."

"Now, please invite Vice President Gao Derui to the stage to announce the results."

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked onto the stage. He is the editor-in-chief of Science Fiction World Magazine and the vice president of this conference.

Originally, Chen Yao came here with a normal heart, but as the list of winners was about to be announced, he began to feel nervous and his fists were clenched.

President Gao took the envelope and drew the card: "The best newcomer at this Galaxy Award is..."

He raised his voice and announced: "My Wandering Earth" writer, Chen Yao!"

"Crazy..." Thousands of people in the audience burst into applause like sea tides at the same time!

Chen Yao was overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked onto the stage with a smile, stood beside President Gao, and took over the trophy.

"Congratulations! Galaxy's best newcomer!" The beautiful host congratulated: "Tell me your acceptance speech."
Chapter completed!