When Kevin woke up, it was already around eight or nine in the morning of the next day. The sun in London at this time was different from that in Edinburgh. The sunlight in Edinburgh appeared softer and more comfortable at this time, while in London, it seemed more intense and passionate.
After Kevin finished washing up, he was about to have a casual breakfast at the hotel, then pack up and head back to Edinburgh. Now that the semi-finals are over, it's time for him to go back.
But at this moment, his phone rang, and it was a call from the editor-in-chief, Ennie. Ennie asked Kevin to come to the London publishing house after breakfast to discuss some matters.
Kevin thought it was about the publication of "Jane Eyre," so he didn't dare delay. After breakfast, he immediately took a car to the London Literary Publishing House.
"Kevin, you're finally here, please have a seat," Ennie, the editor-in-chief, said with a smile upon seeing Kevin's arrival.
"What's wrong? Ennie, the editor-in-chief, seems to be in a good mood today," Kevin said.
"Well, I called you here today for two reasons. Firstly, your "Jane Eyre" project is ready to be launched for sale next Monday, and this afternoon, our colleagues will also be recommending your work to the film and television company."
"What about the second thing?" Kevin asked curiously.
"The second thing is about your packaging issue. As the champion of the London Literary Contest, our reward is to package you comprehensively, making you a bestselling author in the UK. Of course, with your current abilities, you don't really need much packaging. Just a little bit of promotion will do," Ennie continued.
Packaging? Kevin was very familiar with this term in his past life on Earth, but back then, as a struggling online writer, he had never even dealt with a publishing houseWilling to publish him, let alone package him.
Now that I hear I'm about to be "packaged," I'm also very happy inside...
"Is that so? Well, thank you very much, Ennie, the editor I respect."
"You don't need to thank me, if you want to be grateful, thank your extremely twisted talent. Oh, may I ask if you have Twitter? We mean for you to interact more with your fans on Twitter, perhaps this will make your popularity more stable," Ennie, the editor-in-chief, asked.
"I'm very sorry, in Edinburgh, I didn't have a computer with internet connection, so I couldn't use Twitter either."
Yes, although Kevin's family has a second-hand computer at home, it cannot connect to the internet. Usually, he only uses this second-hand computer to play offline games.
Play, or just typing.
"Oh, how about this, I'll advance you fifty thousand pounds for your manuscript. You can use it to buy a better computer and then register on Twitter. Remember, this needs to be done quickly because you just won the championship of this literary competition, and discussions about you on Twitter are still ongoing. If you register on Twitter now, your followers will increase significantly," Editor Ennie reminded.
Entering this era, the internet has become an indispensable part of the world. Kevin naturally understands the benefits of the internet. Therefore, without Ennie's editor-in-chief saying so, if he had the financial means, he would not hesitate to buy a brand new computer.
Advance payment of royalties is not easy in the UK, usually reserved for renowned authors. However, Ennie recognized Kevin's talent and sympathized with this child from a poor family background. That's why she made an exception and advanced him a fee of fifty thousand dollars.
"Okay, once it's registered, I'll let you know."
"That's good. I have already shown some of the draft of your 'Jane Eyre' to Cory and a few others. Before it goes on sale, they will help promote it on Twitter. Once you have registered on Twitter, make sure to follow them right away," Editor Ennie continued to remind.
Kevin nodded earnestly. As mentioned before, Cory and the others are famous British writers in this parallel world, so having their support and help is naturally a good thing. Kevin will also know how to be grateful.
After Ennie, the editor-in-chief, explained everything clearly, she indeed advanced Kevin a payment of fifty thousand pounds. This made Kevin very happy. Whether before his rebirth or after, it was the first time he held so much money in his hands, and that feeling was absolutely wonderful. He was starting to enjoy the sensation of having a lot of money more and more.
"When I become a great literary master, all of this will become a piece of cake," Kevin thought to himself.
Kevin had just walked out of the London literary publishing house when his phone rang again.
"Who could be calling me? Could it be that Editor Ennie forgot to mention something?"
Kevin took out his phone, only to find an unfamiliar phone number.
"Hello, may I speak with Mr. Kevin? It's a pleasure to talk to you. I am an editor from The Times, and I would like to discuss the publication of your semi-final work. Would Mr. Kevin be available?"
The person making the call was Wall, the editor of "The Times". Wall is a senior editor in his fifties, and he has dedicated almost his entire career to "The Times".
"The Times" is a literary publication that has a certain reputation in the literary world, and many works by famous authors are also published here. The reason they called Kevin this time is because they were impressed by the piece Kevin wrote during the semi-finals - "Reflections on a Broom."
After reading it for the first time, Wall jumped up excitedly and deeply admired the author's imagination. Therefore, he decided to publish this work in "The Times."
Just like that, after using his connections to get Kevin's contact information, he immediately called him.
"What? Are you saying you want to publish my 'Reflections on a Broom'?" Kevin asked.
"Of course, how could we at The Times miss out on such philosophical prose? Oh, may I ask if the copyright for your essay 'Reflections on a Broom' is still in your possession?" Wall asked sensibly.
As a seasoned editor, Wall was well aware. The champion of the London Literary Contest, coupled with such excellent prose, would surely attract many people vying to publish it. Therefore, in order to avoid any copyright conflicts, he had to inquire thoroughly.
"No, the copyright for the published version is still in my hands," Kevin said.
"That's good, we are willing to offer you a payment of five thousand pounds in zinc, as long as you agree to publish 'Reflections on a Broom' in our 'The Times'." Wall said happily.
Five thousand pounds? Kevin never imagined that the fee in this parallel world would be so high. Just a short essay could earn five thousand pounds. This is incredible."Of course, thank you very much for your appreciation. Based on this, I am willing to publish 'Reflections on a Broom' in your literary publication," Kevin replied.
"That's great news. This is also a huge relief for us. Oh, please rest assured, Mr. Kevin, we will have our staff contact you and then remit the payment to you."
Wall's face was full of excitement at this moment. In his mind, he was thinking that the sales of this issue of literary magazine were going to soar again.
The champion of the 7th London Literature Competition, a work completed in just over ten minutes, can be called a genius writer. Once this news was released, even "The Times" saw its sales at least several times higher than usual. After all, in this country that values literature, no one can resist being curious about such a work.
Early in the morning, Kevin received two pieces of good news, which made him very happy. He decided to go buy a brand-new computer right away. This way, it would be much more convenient for him to write down those works in his mind in the future. Plus, he wouldn't have to go to the print shop with a USB drive anymore; just a simple email would do the trick.
