After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 343 I want to hear o my god!

London, International Detective Association.

In an office with luxurious decoration and exquisite interiors, there is an old man who looks about 60 years old, sitting upright on the seat. Although he is old, the lines on his face are still tough, especially a pair of blue There is a noble aura in the eyes.

The upper body is wearing a well-tailored black British suit, with a neat and uncreased white shirt collar exposed at the neck, and the lower body is crisp black trousers, plus a pair of shiny black leather shoes.

The whole body is natural and reserved, elegant and noble, meticulous and stable, showing gentlemanly demeanor and aristocratic temperament.

The most noticeable thing is that on his right chest, there is a thumb-sized dark gold badge with a string of English letters floating on it, President, Pearson.

That's right, he is the president of the International Detective Association. What's funny is that this old English gentleman is sitting at his desk so seriously, not reading any books and materials, but sorting out carefully in front of a small mirror. He brushed his hair and combed the few hairs on his head one by one.

"Tuk Tuk, Tuk Tuk"

Very rhythmic, and the sound control is still very reasonable knock on the door.

Pearson didn't speak immediately, he first put the small mirror into the drawer in an orderly manner, and then he spoke with an authentic London accent.

"Please come in!"

A middle-aged man also wearing a formal suit walked in in response. He was Pearson's secretary.

"President, the time is up. You should go to the auditorium. Writers from some countries have already arrived."

"Well, it's 55:[-], it's here, let's go, think about it, I haven't seen those familiar faces for more than half a year."

Pearson looked at the time on the watch on his wrist, got up and straightened his clothes, and he tidied up decently, but there was no smile on his face, as if there was something dissatisfied.

The secretary understood it very well, and took a few steps forward to hand over the civilized stick, or cane for short, which was placed aside.

Now Pearson finally showed a satisfied smile.

"Jones, inform Brown and the others to collect the communication works of writers who have arrived and hand them over to Wilson and the others for review."

"Okay President, is there anything else you want to arrange?"

In fact, the secretary had already notified these matters, but his professionalism prevented him from refuting the chairman's long words.

"Is afternoon tea ready?"

"In addition to black tea, other beverages and snacks have been prepared in the auditorium."

"Yes, yes, the black tea will be served at four o'clock, let's go."

Hearing this, Pearson nodded, and there was no problem with the secretary's arrangement.

The most important ritual of the so-called English afternoon tea is to drink black tea, and afternoon tea with black tea is authentic.

When the two came to the auditorium, there were quite a few people in the hall. It looked like two to three hundred people. Except for a small half of them were service personnel, the rest were writers from various countries who came to participate in the exchange.

White-skinned writers in the West are the most, followed by yellow-skinned writers. There are only a few black-skinned writers. This ratio of skin color also represents the proportion of detective writers in the world.

In fact, although the number of writers who write detective suspense novels is not as good as that of traditional literature writers, even science fiction, but at the level of the world, there are still quite a few writers.

It's just that there are not many writers who can be invited to participate in the exchange meeting. It depends on the qualifications. There are only a few hundred invitations sent out every year, and not everyone comes. In the end, no more than [-] writers will arrive at the auditorium. Even including the members of the association headquarters will not exceed five hundred.

Seeing Pearson coming to the hall, many writers came up to greet him warmly, and Pearson also responded with gentlemanly etiquette, whether he knew him or not, he was very polite.

Since his arrival, it means that the exchange meeting has already started. It is very casual. There will be no leadership speeches on the stage. It is just that everyone sits together drinking small tea, eating small snacks, chatting with each other, and waiting for the chat to be almost done. Then ask some representative writers to share their experiences and offer some constructive suggestions.

Until the final judging of the works, when this set of procedures is finished, it will be around eight or nine in the evening, and then the final ceremony will be held, enjoy a big meal, and happily go back to the hotel to rest after eating. As for whether to go home or travel tomorrow, that is It's up to you to decide.

Ten minutes later, there were only a few acquaintances left around Pearson, and everyone else went to find their own small circles. Chatting with familiar people was not so tiring, and Pearson had already sat down to talk , but the basic etiquette of a gentleman is still there.

For example, when talking to people, he definitely wears a signature smile, does not chew, and behaves elegantly when eating snacks between chats. It can be said that watching him eat is a kind of enjoyment.

What made Pearson stand up again was a burst of hearty laughter, which echoed in the auditorium.

He was very familiar with the laughter, and when he heard it, he even felt a little emotional, because Pearson hadn't heard it for many years, and when he stood up with a cane, he trembled slightly.

"Haha, Pearson, we haven't seen each other for a few years, how do you feel that you are old! You are even on crutches, haha, look at me, how good I am!"

An old man who was about the same age as Pearson came up with a hug, and joked and said after the hug.

"Jin! We haven't seen each other for nearly ten years. I'm not old! This is not a crutch, but a walking stick. Hehe, Jin, you look very good and in good health, old friend, welcome to London."

Pearson straightened the wrinkled suit caused by the hug, and then performed a British etiquette, with a more sincere smile on his face.

The person who hugged him was Jin Zhongrui. Originally, the etiquette in Huaxia Kingdom is to shake hands, but for close people, there is nothing wrong with hugging, as long as they are not of the opposite sex.

"Greetings!"

The person following Jin Zhongrui was Ye Feng, his relationship with Pearson was not as good as Jin Zhongrui's, he just stretched out his hands.

"Xiaoye, hello! Have you prepared your work this time?"

Pearson also smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Ye Fengqian, and asked aloud.

"get ready!"

Pierson nodded, then turned to look at Jin Zhongrui, seeing that he didn't express anything in particular, he was a little puzzled.

He is clear about the purpose of this trip for this old friend who has not seen him for many years. It must be that the evaluation works of the exchange meeting in the past two years have not selected Huaxia.

When Pierson saw Jin Zhongrui, he was waiting for him to speak or give an action. As long as he gave it, he would know whose work his old friend recommended, and he would ask for it when the time came, which was equivalent to an internal decision.

It doesn’t count as going through the back door. Pearson still has confidence in the character recommendations of his old friends, and the quality will definitely not be bad. But why is it not Ye Feng? This makes him very curious. The best writer of detective novels in China is currently Ye Feng, my old friend should recommend him.

Pearson knew Ye Feng's strength, if not for some reasons, Ye Feng's works in the past two years would definitely be selected.

Is there a change?Are there works written better than him?

Thinking of this, Pearson turned his attention to other people and received a few greetings.

"Greetings!"

"Hello, President Pierson."

Those who call Pearson the president all have the same badge on their chests, but the color is not dark gold, but silver white.

The chests with the word "Pearson" in front of them are empty. It is obvious that they are not members of the International Association, which means that there is no invitation letter, and they belong to the kind of accompanying people.

Of course, there are not many people accompanying them, only three of them, and if there are too many people, they will not be able to come in. The association has regulations.

Pearson responded politely one by one. The difference was that the smile on the face without the badge on the chest was a little weaker, and the smile on the face with the badge was thicker.

And after this round of greetings, Pearson's doubts became more serious, because Jin Zhongrui still didn't speak, which meant that the people he just greeted were not the ones he wanted to recommend.

Until his eyes fell on the last person, a young man to be exact, and he caught Pearson's eyes firmly.

The young man's clothes are very interesting, like wearing an ink painting. The clothes should be made of silk, with a strong oriental element.

What made Pearson even more strange was that he was sure that he was seeing this young man for the first time, but that face always gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere, and it was only two days ago.

"Hi, President Pearson, my name is Chen Tianhong, and we will learn more from the exchanges with Mr. Jin."

Chen Tianhong said modestly, using Chinese. From the greetings of the few people just now, he could see that this old British gentleman understood Chinese and was very proficient.

"Chen Tianhong, you are Hongwen, right! I saw you in a magazine, hello, hello, welcome."

Hearing the name, Pearson finally remembered that even though he was not from the science fiction circle, he knew about the Kimpler Awards to be held in London, and he even read the relevant news.

"Hehe, Pearson, this time Tianhong came to participate in the exchange meeting, not to experience it as he said. In our Eastern words, it is to learn from each other. Tianhong, why don't you show your work to him have a look."

Jin Zhongrui, who fell silent after saying hello, finally spoke at this moment. His opening almost made Pierson lose his hold on his walking stick.

He can understand the meaning of the discussion, it's nothing, the exchange works are also a discussion in disguise!

But old friend, what does it mean for a writer who writes science fiction to discuss detective novels?
And according to what you mean, the work you want to recommend is still written by him, omy god!What international joke are you talking about!
Although I have the right to designate works, I can't do anything foolish!Works are to be evaluated on stage and published.

Excuse me, I can't go through this back door!
Chen Tianhong didn't know these twists and turns in the circle of detective writers. He thought that what Jin Zhongrui said about taking works was just showing them to Pearson, so he took out a large thick draft paper from his backpack, stapled The ordered one.

"Are you serious, Kim?"

Pearson didn't accept the manuscript, so he asked Jin Zhongrui directly.

This English sentence means, "Are you serious?" It can also be understood as "Are you playing with me?" Because he added accents to the words.

Without even thinking about it, Jin Zhongrui immediately gave an affirmative answer.

"Cough Jones, take it away, Xiaoye, let me take a look at your work."

Pearson explained to the secretary, then turned to look at Ye Feng, he still believed in Ye Feng more.

Ye Feng naturally knew the unspoken rules, and also understood what Jin Zhongrui meant.

"President, you should take a look at Hongwen's work first! Mr. Jones, this is my work. Guo Jingcheng, please give your work to Mr. Jones."

Ye Feng took out the manuscript paper from his bag while talking, his was two-thirds less than Chen Tianhong's, he didn't hand it to Pearson, but to his secretary.

At the same time, a writer named Guo Jingcheng also took out his own and handed it to Jones.

The meaning of the two of them is very obvious. Compared with Chen Tianhong's, our works cannot be ranked in the internal selection, and we just need to go through the formal selection process.

Now Pearson had to accept it. After accepting Chen Tianhong's manuscript, the weight of the paper made him smile wryly. It must be at least nearly [-] words.

Under normal circumstances, the works on the exchange are basically short novellas, and very few have more than [-] words. After all, there are one or two hundred works for exchange. The number of words is too many, and the association can't see it.

"Jin, is it too much, or your Chinese characters, I read very slowly, or let Wilson and the others."

Pearson also wanted to make a final struggle.

"Pearson, your Chinese level can be used as a teacher in our country. Don't worry about the episodes that come in time. It's okay if you can't finish watching. I will dictate to you when the time comes."

Jin Zhongruina agreed, but he was still waiting to hear Pearson's "omy god!" (said in his heart just now) and see his wonderful facial expressions.

"President, take a look!"

"Pearson, Jin Du said so, it doesn't hurt to take a look."

Several old people around started to stir up, and the rhetoric and actions of Jin Zhongrui and Ye Feng made them also curious.

"OK, OK"

At this point, Pearson had to sit down, and Jones took Ye Feng and Guo Jingcheng upstairs for review.

What Jin Zhongrui said was correct. Pearson's Chinese level was very high, and it was easy to read the manuscript. The speed of turning pages was even faster than that of Jin Zhongrui. The few old people with mediocre skills offended him repeatedly reminded him to slow down.

Looking at it, Pearson's expression became more focused. He could see that the novel had a Western background, and the style was familiar to him.

He wanted to see how an Easterner would write a Western novel.

In this way, time passed bit by bit, and Jones came over with a few cups of black tea at [-]:[-] on time. Seeing Pearson's serious reading, he hesitated a few times, and still spoke softly.

"President, it's time for afternoon tea, would you like a cup of black tea first?"

"Jones, you've disturbed my thoughts! Hmm... go and help me get the pen and paper, thank you! Tea, give Hongwen a cup."

Pierce first spoke dissatisfiedly to the secretary, but took the teacup honestly. While explaining the matter, he did not forget to remind the secretary to give Chen Tianhong some tea.

At this time, some staff members had already started to serve black tea, but the one served by the secretary was from Pearson's collection. Normally, only those with good relations or those he valued would enjoy this treatment.

The few people present, apart from the few old people who sat with him, were Jin Zhongrui, Ye Feng, and Chen Tianhong. The difference was that Chen Tianhong was added temporarily by him.

And he wanted a pen and paper because he saw the second part and fell into the same problem as when Jin Zhongrui read it. He was confused by various testimonies and clues, so he needed a pen and paper to record it.

The secretary strictly carried out Pierce's words, first served black tea to several people, and then trotted to bring pens and paper.

Another hour passed, the time has come to five o'clock, and there is only one hour left before the final selection activity.

"omy god! My God, everyone is suspect, Jin, who is the murderer!"

Pierson looked at the densely packed paper he had drawn, and then looked at his watch. Knowing that the time was running out, he asked for an answer aloud.

Jin Zhongrui finally heard the English words he had been looking forward to, but the expression he wanted to see hadn't appeared yet.

"Pearson, are you sure you want to know the answer in advance!"

Jin Zhongrui asked with a narrow face.

"Gold, time."

Pearson tapped his watch helplessly.

"Everyone under interrogation is a murderer!"

"omy god! Jin, how is this possible, Hongwen, he's not joking! Omy god!"

Pearson showed an unbelievable expression, and even turned his face to ask the author himself in order to confirm the authenticity. After seeing Chen Tianhong nodding, he said again.

"omy god!"

Seeing the wonderful expression, Jin Zhongrui is satisfied, but what!Human nature is always greedy, and he still wanted it, so he added another sentence complacently.

"They're all murderers, but yes and no!"

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