Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 199 - 197 Accidental Encounter

Seeing that the original book fans on Twitter were all saying they would continue to watch ABC’s "Anomalies and Creatures" with the attitude of looking for faults, Wang Jian finally relaxed.

What he feared the most was that, like the previously aired "Superman" on ABC, the original book fans would be too lazy to even criticize and would directly choose to ignore it.

As for those people who were seriously discussing registering to come to New York to hold a protest at the Twitter listing ceremony, Wang Jian didn’t mind at all.

Because that day was the torch relay ceremony for the Atlanta Olympic Games taking place in New York.

And Wall Street, as one of the landmark buildings, was bound to attract a large number of tourists from home and abroad.

"Just a few dozen or a hundred people, there should be no impact at all," Wang Jian sipped his coffee and muttered to himself, "Those rich second-generations could accept shelling out a few tens of thousands of US Dollars."

"As for a few hundred thousand US Dollars, that could already buy a decent apartment in New York." ƒreewebɳovel.com

He shook his head and pointed at the computer screen, laughing, "This book fan couldn’t possibly be Mr. Bill Gates, the world’s richest man, right?"

"Wang," Tom walked into the office, "everything is going smoothly with Dorsey, and because Netscape stock is still appreciating, individual investors are very optimistic about the future of Internet companies."

"Lehman said you also need to prepare for the upcoming listing ceremony."

Prepare?

Wang Jian thought about his own public persona, feeling a bit of a toothache, "The private life mess that was Hemingway really does affect the general American’s fixed impression of writers."

"Hehe," Tom laughed, "It’s said that in Hollywood, someone is planning to concoct a few love stories for Shakespeare."

This...

Wang Jian gave a bitter smile and dialed Sarah’s number.

The relationship with Lily and Lynn was clearly not suitable for public display.

And the deeper exchanges with a few actresses were more of a friendly match’s nature.

So only Sarah, with the identity of a female writer, could accompany him.

"Sigh, it’s always better than the single mother, JK Rowling, isn’t it?"

...

When Sarah received Wang Jian’s call, she was very surprised.

This "little brother" who had grown up with her was becoming more and more distant.

Originally, because of the success of "Prison Break," she had regained some confidence.

But the promo that aired on TV recently made Sarah aware that Wang Jian’s enterprises were actually going public.

Public listing... billionaire...

"Sarah, what right do you have?" she once asked herself in the mirror, "Even the success of ’Prison Break’ was given to you by Wang Jian."

Just as she was working hard, trying to improve her literary prowess, and trying to give up that unrealistic fantasy, Wang Jian’s call came.

He actually invited her to attend the Wall Street listing ceremony.

"Okay," Sarah agreed without a second thought.

"Clothes?" she puzzled as she opened her wardrobe, "Many designer clothes you bought for me, I haven’t even worn them yet."

"These designer clothes are only suitable for wearing in everyday life," Wang Jian’s voice came through, "More solemn occasions require some custom-made attire."

"Of course, I’ve only heard about it," Wang Jian’s voice had a hint of coquetry, "Please, big sister Sarah."

"Alright..."

After hanging up the phone, Sarah spaced out for a while.

She wasn’t quite clear now whether her feelings for Wang Jian were that of a brother or a lover.

"But as long as I can help him, that’s good."

Sarah opened her wardrobe and started looking for suitable clothes.

...

New York, at the end of Fifth Avenue.

Paris Hilton, along with her entourage Kim Kardashian, was shopping at the most luxurious custom clothing store in America.

"Wow, Wang Weiwei’s bespoke boutique," Kim Kardashian exclaimed loudly, pointing at a store ahead of them.

She was used to frequenting stores like Chanel and Hermes, but a high-end boutique of this caliber was out of her family’s financial reach.

"Hmm..." Hilton glanced ahead and lazily handed her handbag to Kim Kardashian.

Her good friend Ivanka had suddenly, inexplicably decided to go study business administration.

And the new toy Twitter everyone on there was talking about "ABC" and "Anomalies and Creatures".

Her own popularity was quickly plummeting; not even posting pictures of her wardrobe full of designer brands garnered many responses.

"Humph, a famous designer’s custom clothing store, where unique, one-off pieces are the entire world," Hilton muttered, "That should get me some attention."

"Kim, take some photos for me," she said to her entourage, Kim Kardashian.

Just then, Hilton noticed an Asian young man and a Latino girl walking into the high-end boutique.

The Asian young man looked oddly familiar.

Hilton studied him, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Paris, isn’t that young Asian guy the bestselling author and the founder of Twitter?" Kim Kardashian asked in a whisper.

"Founder of Twitter?" Hilton looked at him, comparing him to his promotional photos in her mind.

Attractive, with an artistic flair.

Plus, it was said that Twitter was about to go public. This young man was about to become a billionaire.

"The most important thing is, becoming his girlfriend would definitely keep the spotlight on me," Hilton decided and made up her mind to approach him.

"Wow, are you Mr. Wang, the author of ’Anomalies and Creatures’?" she asked, feigning surprise, "I really love your work."

"Hmm, artists might not like talking about money, but they definitely like talking about their work," Hilton secretly praised her own cleverness.

"’Anomalies’ fan?" Wang Jian looked at the girl in front of him, "Are you one of those people on Twitter who said they’d force me to protest in front of ABC’s building?"

"No!" Wang Jian promptly shook his head, "We Asians look very similar in your eyes."

"Miss, you’re mistaken."

"Huh?" Hilton was taken aback.

This excuse of not being able to distinguish Asian faces was often used by white people, after all.

Kim Kardashian, witnessing the scene, almost laughed out loud.

She compared Hilton with the young Asian man’s female companion.

"Hmm..." Kardashian thought to herself, "This young man clearly prefers the curvaceous type."

"So, do I have a chance?"

She compared her figure to Sarah’s and nodded confidently.

But just as Kardashian was about to make her move, she saw the Asian quickly leave with his companion.

Hilton and Kardashian stepped out of the store, watching the direction Wang Jian had left.

"An 18-year-old billionaire, with an artist’s touch..." she murmured to herself, "I must have you."

Kardashian listened, pursed her lips, looked down at her figure, and then thoughtfully looked in the direction Wang Jian had disappeared.

At that moment, a male voice reached the ears of the two women.

"Kanye West, you brought us here to shoot a DIY music video with the payment you just got from Apple, not to daydream, right?"

Both women turned around to see a young black man staring at them.

"Hmph, nigger," Kardashian muttered under her breath, pulling Hilton away to leave.

Hilton also gave the black men a disgusted look and entered the store.

"Kim, that bestselling author is pretty handsome," Hilton said, "I want to attend Twitter’s IPO ceremony."

Kim Kardashian’s eyes flickered, "Paris, take me with you."

"I’ll be your wingman."

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