Chapter 66 Stephen King

Actually, Lynn couldn't be blamed for being excited.

The gathering this time was indeed quite high-end.

Most of this year's bestselling authors had come, not to mention the large number from past years.

Even Wang Jian had spotted several Nobel Prize in Literature winners.

Of course, for well-known reasons, the Nobel Prize in Literature tends to favor Western literature.

Thus, there were quite a few Western writers who had won this award.

But this was enough to show the importance the New York Times placed on this gathering.

Wang Jian, holding his wine glass, began to socialize like everyone else.

"By the way, which work do you think will win the Pulitzer Prize this year?" some realist writers discussed.

One young writer even looked up at Wang Jian.

"Hehe," Wang Jian turned and left the group chat.

Then, he moved on to another group of people.

"Hugo Award," "Goncourt Prize," "Booker Prize"...

Well, fiction with virtual themes really had a niche audience at this time.