Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 204 - 202: The Eve

Morning, inside the apartment.

Jack Dorsey pushed open the door and strode towards the two people opposite him.

"Wang, Tom." He hugged the two of them and was reluctant to let go for a long time, "I’ve finally seen you guys again."

"Ha." Wang Jian chuckled, "It’s only been a week, no need to exaggerate."

"Exactly." Tom added with a laugh, "Besides, I saw your promotional video, you’ve quite the air of a successful person."

"Psh." Jack Dorsey made a face, "Do you know what I feel this time?"

"What?" Wang Jian replied casually.

"Success Science is all bullshit." Jack Dorsey vented loudly, "Just shout along with the host, ’Understand then applaud’ and that’s it."

"Haha." Wang Jian patted his shoulder, "Alright, go change your clothes."

"Tomorrow, we’ll be standing on the NASDAQ stage."

"You’re the one who needs to prepare properly." Tom said, "You’re our bell-ringer after all."

At that moment, Dorsey’s girlfriend walked through the apartment door.

Jack Dorsey showed an embarrassed expression, "I heard we’re supposed to bring female companions."

"Of course." Tom clapped his hands loudly and called out, "Ladies, another lady is joining your ranks."

Then, Sarah and Tom’s girlfriend walked out from the direction of the bedroom.

Seeing the two women decked in luxury, Dorsey’s girlfriend was a bit surprised.

"Do we need to dress this formally?" She looked herself over, "But I don’t have any of these."

"No worries." Tom’s girlfriend was the first to come over, taking Dorsey’s girlfriend by the arm.

"Wang bought Miss Sarah lots of jewelry," she pointed at herself, "Mine was borrowed from here."

"It’s just a pity the clothes don’t fit." Sarah glanced at Wang Jian with a smile, "Later, we’ll go pick out an outfit."

Dorsey watched the three women walk into the bedroom, "Why do I feel like I’m attending a wedding?"

"Ha." Wang Jian pointed at the wardrobe and chuckled, "You pick out your clothes too."

...

Leonard, carrying his luggage, walked out of the airport building in high spirits.

His father, holding a small gift, followed behind Leonard.

"Alright, Leonard," his father hurried a few steps to catch up with him.

"Now that we’re in New York, can you tell me where your money came from?"

"Thousands of US Dollars, that’s not a small amount."

"Dad?" Leonard looked at his father with a face full of grievance, "You don’t think I did something illegal, do you?"

"Illegal?" Leonard’s father scrutinized his son up and down, shaking his head.

"At your age, illegal things are usually initiated by gangs."

"And you... probably aren’t accepted by any gangs."

This...

Leonard looked at his father somewhat angrily, "Anyway, the origin of this money is definitely legal."

"Heh, is it still someone just giving it to you?" his father murmured to himself.

"Forget it, I’ll give you the money after we get home.

"You take the money and pay back your friends."

"Right." His father put on a serious face, "This matter, you must not tell your mom."

"You have..." Leonard looked at his father in surprise.

The father waved his hand and quickly walked ahead.

Leonard didn’t dig further, because he saw something even more incredible.

"Dad, why does that woman have a beard?"

The father followed Leonard’s pointing finger and coughed. freewebnøvel_com

"That’s not a woman growing a beard, that’s..."

"A man wearing a skirt."

Huh?

Leonard looked carefully in that direction and saw the burly person smile briefly, then start striding towards him with a twist of their robust waist.

Seeing this, his father pulled Leonard quickly away from the airport.

"Is this," Leonard felt as though he had suffered a ten thousand point critical hit, "New York?"

"Yes, dad." He thought for a moment, then asked, "Can we go to the front of the NASDAQ tomorrow?"

"It’s said that the torchbearer there is basketball star Ewing."

"Do you really like basketball?" His father remembered Leonard insisting on buying an NBA jersey before they left and nodded.

"In front of the NASDAQ, wearing an NBA jersey." Leonard recalled the agreed upon secret code for the rendezvous and nodded in satisfaction.

"Then let’s hurry to the hotel."

...

In Manhattan, inside NBC’s office building.

The deputy director, parachuted in from Viacom, slowly sipped his coffee, his expression a mix of struggle and perplexity as he looked at the documents before him.

"Ah, this writer’s personal brand is as tough to handle as a gangster rapper," he mused.

A private life run amok didn’t harm Hemingway’s status one bit.

And with the example of Thomas Wolfe’s falling out with his benefactors, the impact of Wang’s discord with the editors of "I and the Great Master" was not hard to imagine.

Even drug use and crime couldn’t tarnish an author’s image.

Billy Hayes had proven with hard facts that the public’s tolerance for writers was seemingly boundless.

"Ah, the editor-in-chief of Simon & Schuster Publishing House," he sighed, "this is an impossible task."

"There is one thing the public can’t tolerate in writers," his assistant said, unable to hold back a reminder while looking at his boss’s distressed face.

"Yeah, what?" The deputy director’s eyes lit up, staring intently at him.

"The readers can’t stand it when writers are not serious about their work, especially when authors prefer money over writing," the assistant said quietly.

"Any ideas for a breakthrough?" The deputy director thought for a moment, then nodded.

The assistant pointed to the computer, questioning with a gesture.

After receiving a nod, he logged onto wangwen.com.

Then he opened "Anomalies and Creatures" and entered the review section.

"Take a look. These readers are all clamoring for more updates."

"And lately, this writer named Wang Jian has been updating even less than traditional writers."

"What has he been doing?" the assistant hinted quietly.

"The IPO of Twitter," the deputy director murmured.

"And an IPO usually means a substantial gain in wealth."

The assistant nodded, "Can you imagine Mozart neglecting composition for wealth?"

"I think... a group of writers represented by Mr. Stephen King would also look down upon such a person."

"Tomorrow is the day Twitter goes public." The deputy director took a sip of coffee, "We could capture a portion of this and then orchestrate some fan interviews."

"In the interviews, the fans will express their disappointment in the writer," the assistant added.

The deputy director smiled and nodded, "Then we can find several authors to express their disdain for such behavior."

He patted his assistant on the shoulder and instructed, "Fetch the head of the news department."

"The head of the news department is currently arranging tomorrow’s Olympic torch ceremony interviews."

The assistant said with a smile, "Can we compare the athletes’ perseverance with the writer’s IPO?"

"Um." The deputy director nodded, "It’d be best to set up a street interview as well."

"That would feel more authentic."

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