A five-star writer? It was true that she deserved the title. However, being a formal organization, the Sheffield Writers’

Association had rules that each member had to follow.

Maria was not even a member of the association, and yet she was being offered the chance to be a five-star writer.

"Wouldn't that defy the rules of the Sheffield Writers' Association?" Maria questioned.

“Haha, we don't have to always follow the rules."

Curt blushed and Laughed awkwardly before continuing his explanation.

“We have the influence of your other identity as Mia as well as my authority as the president of the Sheffield Writers' Association. You becoming my apprentice would allow me to submit an application directly to the association. They will then assess your qualifications to be a five-star author."

Before Maria could say anything, Curt became embarrassed.

He thought it was obvious that the reason he was offering her the opportunity to be a five-star author was so she could become his apprentice.

But then again, the arrangement also benefitted him.

He was old and had to consider who he wanted as his successor. The best-case scenario would be to take on Maria as an apprentice, and then later hand over his position as president to her.

With Maria in charge of the Sheffield Writers' Association, the domestic Literature circle would likely develop greatly in just a few years.

Over the past few years, those working in the international literature industry had viewed domestic writing as inferior. It was extremely difficult for domestic works to be recognized internationally or to win international awards.

When giving out those distinguished literary awards, domestic writers were rarely given a chance.

They weren't even given the opportunity to be nominated.

The thought of this made Curt's eyes begin to water, and his voice became hoarse.

“Maria, you are not a member of the Writers' Association. That means you're not even qualified to apply for many international awards. But you know what? Those foreign judges always discriminate against our literature in their allocation of awards."

"Hmm..."

Maria felt slightly embarrassed.

What was going on now?

Suddenly she felt an enormous sense of responsibility.

Greta chimed in, “Maria, it's time to apply for the International Book Award. If you join the Sheffield Writers' Association now, my Grandpa can help you with the application right away

She paused for a moment before adding in a dejected tone, “Honestly, if you don't do this, it would be almost impossible for any of our other domestic books to actually win the award this year. At most they might get nominated."

Before Maria could say something comforting, Curt patted her on the shoulder. "Maria, I really want to see one of us bring home the International Book Award trophy before I die!”