After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 343 I want to listen o my god!

London, International Detective Association.

In a luxuriously decorated office with exquisite interiors, there is an old man who looks to be about sixty years old, sitting upright in his seat. Although he is old, the lines on his face are still strong, especially a pair of blue eyes.

His eyes exuded a noble aura.

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

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

The most eye-catching thing is that on his right chest, there is a thumb-sized dark gold badge with a string of floating English letters 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. He is not reading any books and materials, but carefully sorting them out in front of a small mirror.

Hold your hair and comb the few hairs on your head one by one.

“Tuk Tuk, Tuk Tuk”

There was a knock on the door that was very rhythmic and the sound control was very reasonable.

Pearson did not speak immediately. He first put the small mirror into the drawer in an orderly manner, and then spoke in a true London accent.

"Please come in!"

The person who walked in was a middle-aged man also wearing a straight suit. He was Pearson's secretary.

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

"Well, it's 1:55, we're 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 his wrist, stood up and straightened his clothes. They were dressed appropriately, but there was no smile on his face, as if he was still dissatisfied.

The secretary knew very well. He took a few steps forward and handed over the civilized stick, referred to as the cane, which was placed aside.

This time Pearson finally showed a satisfied smile.

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

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

In fact, the secretary had already informed him of these matters, but his professionalism prevented him from refuting what the president had said.

"Are you ready for afternoon tea?"

"Except for black tea, other drinks and snacks are already prepared in the auditorium."

"Okay, okay. The black tea will be served at four o'clock. Let's go."

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

The so-called most important ritual of afternoon tea in England is drinking black tea. Afternoon tea with black tea is authentic.

When the two of them arrived at the auditorium, there were quite a few people in the hall, between two and three hundred. Except for a small half of them being service staff, the rest were writers from various countries who had come to participate in exchanges.

Western writers have the most white-skinned writers, followed by yellow-skinned writers, and only a few black-skinned writers. This skin color ratio also represents the ratio of detective writers around the world.

In fact, although the number of writers who write detective and suspense novels is not as good as that of traditional literary writers, and not even that of science fiction writers, at the world level, the number is still quite large.

It's just that there are not many writers who can be invited to participate in the exchange meeting. It depends on the qualifications. Only a few hundred invitations are sent out every year, and not everyone comes. In the end, no more than 300 writers will arrive at the auditorium.

Even if the members of the association headquarters are included, the number will not exceed 500.

When they saw Pearson in the lobby, many writers gathered around to greet him warmly, and Pearson responded with gentlemanly etiquette. He was very polite regardless of whether he knew him or not.

When he arrived, it meant that the exchange meeting had already begun. It was very casual. There would be no leadership speeches on the stage. Everyone just sat together drinking tea, eating snacks, and chatting with each other. When the conversation was almost finished,

Then we invite some representative writers to share their experiences and provide some constructive suggestions.

Until the final review of the works, it was almost eight or nine o'clock in the evening when this set of procedures was completed. Then the final ceremony was held, and a big meal was enjoyed. After eating, I happily returned to the hotel to rest. As for whether to go home or travel tomorrow, then

It's up to you to decide.

Ten minutes later, only a few familiar people were left around Pearson. Everyone else went to find their own small circles. Chatting with familiar people was not so tiring. Pearson had already sat down to talk.

, but the basic etiquette of a gentleman is still there.

For example, when talking to others, he always wears a signature smile, does not chew anything in his mouth, and behaves elegantly when eating snacks between chats. You can say 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 familiar with the laughter, and hearing it made him feel a little agitated, because Pearson hadn't heard it for many years. When he stood up with a cane, he trembled slightly.

"Haha, Pearson, we haven't seen each other for just a few years, why do you feel so old! You are even on crutches, haha, look at me, how good my body is!"

An old man about the same age as Pearson came up and gave him a hug. After the hug, he said jokingly.

"Jin! We haven't seen each other for nearly ten years. I'm not getting old! This is not a crutch, it's a cane. Haha, Jin, you look good and are in good health. Old friend, welcome to London."

Pearson straightened out his suit, which was wrinkled due to the hug, and then performed British etiquette in an upright manner, and the smile on his face became a little more sincere.

The person hugging him was none other than Jin Zhongrui. Originally, the etiquette in China was to shake hands, but there is nothing wrong with hugging close people, as long as they are not of the opposite sex.

"Hello, President!"

The person following Jin Zhongrui was Ye Feng. His relationship with Pearson was not as good as that of Jin Zhongrui. He only extended his hands.

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

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

"Ready!"

Pearson nodded, then turned to look at Jin Zhongrui. Seeing that he didn't have any special expression, he was a little confused.

He was very clear about the purpose of this trip to this old friend whom he had not seen for many years. It must be that the Chinese works were not selected for evaluation at the exchange meetings in the past two years. The old friend was unhappy and wanted to come to "provoke an investigation".

When Pierson looks at Jin Zhongrui, he is just waiting for him to speak or give action. As long as he gives it, he will understand whose work his old friend recommends, and when the time comes, he will ask for it, which is equivalent to an unofficial decision.

It doesn’t count as a back door. Pearson still has confidence in his old friend’s character recommendation 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 is famous, my old friend should recommend him.

Pearson knows Ye Feng's strength. If it weren't for some reasons, Ye Feng's works in the past two years would definitely have been selected.

Is there any change? There are works written better than his?

Thinking of this, Pearson turned his attention to the others and received several greetings.

"Hello, President!"

"Hello, President Pearson."

Anyone who calls Pearson president has a badge with the same style as him on his chest, but the color is not dark gold, but silvery white.

The chests with the word "Pearson" in front of them were empty. It was obvious that they were not members of the international association, which meant that they did not have an invitation letter. They were the ones who came with them.

Of course, there were not many people accompanying me, only three people. If there were too many people, they wouldn't be able to get 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 lighter, while the smile on the face with the badge was thicker.

After this round of greetings, Pearson's doubts became even more serious, because Jin Zhongrui still didn't speak, which meant that the person he just greeted was not someone he wanted to recommend.

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

The young man's clothes are very interesting, as if he is 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 it was the first time he saw this young man, but his face always gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere before, and it was only within the past two days.

"Hello, President Pearson, my name is Chen Tianhong. Come with Mr. Jin and let's exchange ideas and gain knowledge."

Chen Tianhong said humbly, using Chinese. From the greetings of several people just now, he could tell that this old British gentleman understood Chinese and was very proficient in it.

"Chen Tianhong, you must be Hongwen! I've seen 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 that the Gimple Awards would be held in London, and had read the relevant news.

"Haha, Pearson, this time Tianhong came to participate in the exchange meeting, not to have an experience as he said. In our Eastern terms, it was to have a discussion. Tianhong, why don't you show him your work?

have a look."

Jin Zhongrui, who had fallen silent after saying hello, finally spoke. His words almost made Pearson stop holding on to his cane.

He understands the meaning of the discussion, which is nothing. Sharing works is also a disguised discussion!

But old friend, what does it mean to ask a writer who writes science fiction novels to discuss detective novels?

And listen to what you mean, the work you want to recommend is written by him, omy god! What kind of international joke are you making!

Although I have the right to designate works, I can't do anything random! The works must be evaluated on stage and announced.

Please forgive me for not leaving this back door!

Chen Tianhong didn't know about these twists and turns in the circle of detective writers. He thought that when Jin Zhongrui said taking the work, he just took it out for Pearson to look at, so he took out a large piece of thick manuscript paper and book staples from his backpack.

The kind that has been ordered.

"Jin Are you serious?"

Pearson did not accept the manuscript and asked Jin Zhongrui directly.

The English meaning of this sentence is, "Are you serious?" It can also be understood as "Are you kidding me?" because the word is accented.

Jin Zhongrui immediately answered in the affirmative without even thinking about it.

"Hey Jones, please collect it, Xiaoye, let me take a look at your work."

Pearson explained to his secretary and turned to look at Ye Feng. He still believed Ye Feng more.

Ye Feng certainly 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 should also give your work to Mr. Jones."

Ye Feng took out the manuscript paper from his bag as he spoke. His was two-thirds less than Chen Tianhong's. He did not 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 two people's intention was very clear. Compared with Chen Tianhong's, our works were not ranked among the pre-determined ones. It would be better to go through the formal selection process.

Pearson had no choice but to accept it now. After receiving Chen Tianhong's manuscript, the weight of the paper made him smile bitterly. It must be at least nearly 100,000 words.

Under normal circumstances, the works for exchanges are basically short novellas, and there are very few with more than 50,000 words. After all, there are only one or two hundred exchange works, and the number of words is too much for the association to handle.

"Jin, is it too much? It's your Chinese characters. I read it very slowly. Otherwise, let Wilson and the others do it."

Pearson still wanted to make a final push.

"Pearson, your Chinese proficiency is enough to make you a teacher in our country. Don't worry, it will come at your own time. It's okay if you finish it. I will dictate it to you then."

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

"President, let's take a look!"

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

Several old people nearby began to get excited, and the words and actions of Jin Zhongrui and Ye Feng made them curious.

"OK, OK"

At this point, Pearson had no choice but to sit down, while Jones took Ye Feng and Guo Jingcheng upstairs for review.

Jin Zhongrui was right. Pearson's Chinese proficiency was very high, and he could read the manuscript effortlessly. He could turn pages even faster than Jin Zhongrui, which annoyed the old people with average skills who repeatedly reminded him to slow down.

As he looked at it, Pearson's expression began to become more focused. He saw that the novel had a Western background and the style was familiar to him.

He wanted to see how an Easterner would write Western novels.

In this way, time passed bit by bit, and Jones came over at quarter past four on time with several cups of black tea. Seeing Pearson looking at the book seriously, he hesitated for a few times, and then spoke softly.

"President, it's time for afternoon tea. Would you like to have a cup of black tea first?"

"Jones, you disturbed my thoughts! Yes. Go get the pen and paper for me, thank you! Give Hongwen a cup of tea."

Pierce spoke dissatisfiedly to the secretary at first, but then he took the tea cup with his hand honestly. While explaining the matter, he also reminded the secretary to give Chen Tianhong tea.

At this time, some staff were already serving black tea, but what the secretary brought was Pearson's collection. Under normal circumstances, only people with good connections or those whom he valued more would enjoy this treatment.

The few people present here, except for the few old people sitting with him, are Jin Zhongrui, Ye Feng, and Chen Tianhong. The difference is that Chen Tianhong was added temporarily by him.

The reason why he needed paper and pen was because he saw the second part and fell into the same problem as Jin Zhongrui when he was watching it. He was confused by various testimonies and clues, so he needed paper and pen to record it.

The secretary strictly followed Pierce's words, first served the black tea to a few people, and then trotted over to get paper and pen.

Another hour has passed, and the time has reached five o'clock. There is only one hour left before the final selection event.

"omy god! Oh my God, everyone is a suspect, Kim, who is the murderer!"

Pearson looked at the densely packed paper he had drawn on, then looked at his watch. Knowing that there was not enough time, he asked for the answer.

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

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

Jin Zhongrui asked with a sly expression.

"Gold, time."

Pearson tapped his watch helplessly.

"Everyone under investigation is a murderer!"

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

Pearson showed an expression of disbelief. In order to confirm the authenticity, he even turned around and asked the author himself. After seeing Chen Tianhong nod, he said again.

"omy god!"

Seeing the wonderful expression, Jin Zhongrui was satisfied, but that's all! Human nature is always greedy, and he still wanted it, so he added proudly.

"They are all murderers, but yes and no!"

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