Rebirth As a Writer In Britain

　　 After Kevin signed the contract from Enni's editor-in-chief's office, other players gradually walked out of the semi-final area. Judging from their facial expressions, they seem to be fairly satisfied with their works.

　　 Of course, at least Kevin’s early submission of papers also gave them an extra opportunity.

　　 After Kevin greeted some of them, he walked out of the London Literature Publishing House alone. Now that the publication of "Jane Eyre" has been settled, what is waiting for him is just waiting for the listing and then taking the manuscript fee.

　　 "When the two hundred thousand pounds are received, I will be able to repay the debts my father owed." Kevin thought to himself.

　　 As for the contribution fee for film and television copyright, the editor-in-chief Enni told him honestly that it depends on the meaning of the film and television company. The London Literary Publishing House is only responsible for promoting it to the other party. As for whether to shoot a TV series or film, everything is up to them.

　　 However, this did not worry Kevin. When "Jane Eyre" sells well, the film and television company will not hesitate to sign the copyright with him. All he needs is time, time can prove everything.

　　 As for the discussion on Twitter that Kevin handed in the article within ten minutes, the other players also took out their mobile phones and tweeted after they came out of the rematch area.

　　 "Thanks to the guy who handed in the paper early, you gave me the opportunity." A confident choice wrote.

　　 "Dude, thank you for your sudden withdrawal. Although I may not be confident to take the first place, your withdrawal undoubtedly gave us a little more chance."

　　 "Hey, do you believe it? Such an authoritative game, some people treat it as a trifle."

　　 "I don't think God will forgive him for wasting an opportunity to step into the literary world."

　　 The Twitter of these players is obvious, they all feel that Kevin's premature handing in is wasting this place.

　　 But they would not know that at this time, Kevin had signed a publishing contract for "Jane Eyre" with the London Literature Publishing House, and had a tea with the young editor-in-chief of London Literature. The most terrible thing is that Kevin’s work completed in ten minutes is a classic. Perhaps, one day, these people will know.

　　Enni editor-in-chief returned home, turned on the computer, and went to Twitter. As the editor-in-chief of the London Literature Publishing House, many people also forwarded these tweets to her.

　　 She began to slowly open up these people's comments on Kevin's early submission of papers, and she couldn't sit still. She immediately called Kevin, who happened to be back at the hotel. Seeing Editor-in-Chief Enni called and thought it was about "Jane Eyre", so I immediately picked it up.

　　 "Hi, respect to the editor-in-chief Enni, what's the matter?"

　　 "Kevin, do you know? Your performance in the rematch today was circulated on Twitter. Many people think you are wasting a rematch spot." Enni reminded.

　　 "Really? But respectful editor-in-chief Enni, please trust me. I am really confident in this literary competition," Kevin said.

　　 "Well, I'm just telling you to pay attention to it later. However, it seems to be a good thing to be talked about on Twitter as a newcomer." Enni said helplessly.

　　 "Perhaps. But thank you for your advice."

　　 After the last two chatted for a few words, they hung up the phone.

　　 In fact, it was not only Enni and Zela who saw these tweets, but also Augustine of Edinburgh.

　　 When he saw Twitter that Kevin handed in the rematch article within ten minutes, he smiled. I thought to myself: At your level, we have been in the same class for so long and still don’t know? Entering the semi-finals this time can only say that you were lucky, God made a joke for you, and now that the joke is over, you have to be treated as a joke.

　　 Since Augustine also posted this tweet, Collison, as the head teacher, also saw the news. He also frowned, thinking: Dear Kevin, what the **** are you doing? Could it be that you can really complete a work that beats the crowd in less than ten minutes? This is simply whimsical. Oh, I hope the Almighty God bless him.

Kevin doesn’t have the mind to think about these issues. What he thinks is that when the manuscript fee comes, in addition to helping his father pay some debts, he also needs to buy a brand new computer. In this way, he can also go online normally. Play Twitter like them. The most important thing is that it will be much more convenient for him to write articles in the future.

　　 After all the articles for the rematch have been submitted, the judges will begin to review them in a closed manner. To be fair, all pages about player information have been subscribed. Only after they select the nouns can they be disassembled.

　　 The entire review and appraisal time is one and a half days. There are a total of 8 judges, 8 of whom are currently famous figures in the British literary world, and their professionalism is self-evident.

　　 "Hi, dear Curry, I suddenly feel that our task is huge, and the talents of English literature are waiting to be discovered by us." Santos, also one of the judges, said to Curry.

　　 "Yes, so we have to be extra careful and try our best to let those rich and talented people get a good ranking." Mr. Curry said rigorously.

　　 "Well, guys, let's start reviewing the manuscripts of these literary geniuses. I hope there will be some surprises for us."

　　 So, the editors began to review manuscripts. They are all industry leaders and they are also quite responsible.

　　 After more than two hours passed, many judges shook their heads one after another, expressing their dissatisfaction with the handwritten works of this semi-final.

　　 Yes, UU reading www.uukanshu. It is the first time for many com players to face such a situation. There is no problem, just facing a broomstick, they can only think about it. After all, many of the twenty-odd players are nobles. They are rich and wealthy when they are born, so no one has ever touched the broomstick.

Mr. Curry also had the same expression as everyone else. He watched three rematch works in a row. Except for one that was pretty good, the other two were quite bad. Some people even wrote about the production of a broom directly. There is no literary level.

　　 "If it doesn't work, then cancel the title of this literary competition. You can't let those works of average level also win the prize? Isn't that an insult to the London Literary Competition." Mr. Curry thought in his heart.

　　 But regardless of the semi-final works of this literary competition, as judges, they will continue to patiently review other manuscripts.

　　 But every time they reviewed an article, they shook their head helplessly.

　　 "Mr. Curry, have you reviewed satisfactory works?"

　　 "No, so far, I haven't seen a satisfactory work yet." Curry said helplessly.

　　 "It's terrible, neither did I. Isn't there a literary genius in this literary competition?"

　　 "Ask Santos, what has he gained, hello, dear Santos, how is your situation there?" Mr. Curry said to Santos.

　　 But Santos paid no attention to him at all. His eyes were fixed on the manuscript in his hand, and he couldn't hear the outside world at all. The whole person seemed to lose consciousness, and the corners of his mouth occasionally showed a satisfied smile.