Presently.
Congratulatory calls were coming in one after another.
Zhang Ye had taken the top honors in the Qilu Literature Prize!
Further, the Qilu Literature Prize was the highest honor in the field of literature!
He had won this award in the most perfect way. It was a best of the best performance and the highest of the highest prizes he had won. It was flawless, and there was nothing else in the Chinese literary world that was a greater honor!
Elder Qian called. "Congratulations, Little Zhang!"
Zhang Ye laughed and said: "Elder Qian, how can you do this? If you already knew that my name was on the winner's list, why didn't you tell me earlier? I was cooped up for the entire day at my studio with my colleagues anxiously worrying for me. Everyone thought that I wouldn't have a chance of winning. In any case, how did I end up getting first place for this year's Qilu Literature Prize? Who voted for me?"
