Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 221 - 217: Reporter Interview

"You want to invest in Apple?" Lehman’s incredulous voice came through the phone into Wang Jian’s ears.

Wang Jian pondered for a moment, looking for an excuse, "Doesn’t the website have a partnership with Apple?"

"I want to understand the specific situation of our partner."

"Oh," Lehman’s voice then returned to calm, "Its situation is very bad."

Then, Wang Jian heard the sound of papers flipping on the other end of the line.

"In this quarter, Apple’s main business has dropped to an all-time low."

"The three major rating agencies, in the upcoming rating report, have already downgraded Apple’s stock to junk."

"Has Apple’s condition deteriorated to this extent?" Wang Jian asked in surprise.

"Yes," Lehman answered calmly, "institutional investors have already started to offload Apple."

"So, Wang, don’t touch Apple’s stocks at all." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"If you want to invest, you could buy Netscape or Yahoo, it’s just that the prices of these stocks are high, so there won’t be much profit."

"Uh..." Wang Jian paused, then slowly began, "You guessed I wanted to invest?"

Lehman chuckled, "Wang, actually, we are the same kind of people."

"That’s why our cooperation has been so enjoyable."

"Of course, some minor interludes in business are inevitable."

"To maintain our friendship, I can refer you to the Madoff Foundation."

"Its return on investment is truly astonishing."

"Considering you, renowned as a best-selling author across the United States and the founder of Twitter, you barely qualify for approval."

Referrals, approval?

Is this an investment activity?

Why did Wang Jian feel like he was participating in some cult ritual?

"Uh... never mind, you know I’m an atheist."

"I’m not quite comfortable dealing with these kinds of secret organizations."

"But still, thank you for your kindness."

"For enough benefit, even worshiping Satan isn’t unacceptable," Lehman replied with a light laugh, "Of course, joining or not is your freedom."

"If you change your mind, you can notify me anytime."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Jian sat in his office chair, dazed for a while.

Had Apple’s situation really become so bad?

He suppressed his nausea and flipped through those novels in his mind again, meanwhile tallying the number of times Apple appeared.

About half an hour later, Wang Jian was drinking coffee heartily.

This was simply challenging human limits!

The protagonist goes to buy a car and a house, gets looked down upon, then knocks out the other party with money, while also capturing the heart of a female salesperson...

Please, as a billionaire on paper, buying a car was something professionals took care of for him.

As for buying a house, many real estate agents had placed information about almost all the luxurious villas for sale in New York, except for the Upper East Side, on his desk, ready for him to view anytime.

So, there wouldn’t be any instances of salespeople looking down on him, would there?

As for knocking out a sales lady with money, that was the last thing even the newest of new money would condescend to do.

A billionaire’s title was completely enough, thank you very much.

"This kind of novel is really just daydreaming," Wang Jian sighed, looking down at the desk.

"However, the protagonists’ desire to get a so-called ’Apple’ phone is written quite realistically."

According to his count, in the first twenty Chapters of three novels, the "Apple phone" appeared a total of 32 times.

"So, will Apple phones become popular, and will Apple computers rise through this?"

Wang Jian thought for a moment, picked up the phone, "Tom, find me a stock trader who’s familiar with stock trading."

"I don’t need someone with very good past performance, just someone who is obedient."

"Understood," Tom replied directly.

But just as Wang Jian had put down the phone, the company’s receptionist walked into the office.

"Mr. Wang, a lady named Lily is here to see you."

Lily?

Why would she come here?

Wang Jian thought for a moment and then instructed, "Please, let her in."

A few minutes later, Lily walked into the office wearing a black long dress.

Uh...

He had only seen Lily dressed in red before. He had not expected her to look pretty in black as well.

"Wang," Lily didn’t look at the office décor but stared directly at Wang Jian with her blue eyes, "Mr. John Kramer is almost gone."

John Kramer?

The old man?

Wang Jian instantly remembered the old man suffering from cancer who had helped him while he was writing "I’m a Great Mage."

Without that old man, he wouldn’t be who he was today.

Wang Jian had thought many times about visiting the old man in the hospital, but he had missed the opportunity for one reason or another.

Of course, it could also be said that he was unwilling to face the reality of seeing the person who had helped him lying on his deathbed, while he was powerless to help.

The cancer had already spread; it really wasn’t something that money could save.

Wang Jian paused for a moment and slowly asked, "How has Mr. John been recently?"

"Since the cancer spread to stage three, he has not been staying in the hospital but moved back home instead."

Lily’s face mixed sadness and confusion, "But the few times I went to visit him at his home, he was never there."

So, Lily didn’t know about the old man’s recent conditions either?

Wang Jian thought for a moment and nodded helplessly.

Indeed, the old man in the late stages of cancer no longer needed to report to a check-in officer.

Could he possibly be afraid that the United States government would lock him up in prison?

"Recently, a reporter came to interview your past, and that’s how I found out about Mr. John Kramer’s condition."

"Wang, as a check-in officer, am I very incompetent?" Lily’s eyes began to turn red.

Indeed incompetent!

Wang Jian thought about the past and mentally judged Lily, "You treat criminals too much like equals!"

"You are the best check-in officer I’ve encountered." Wang Jian walked over to Lily and patted her shoulder to comfort her.

Lily burst into tears and threw herself into Wang Jian’s arms.

Wang Jian stroked Lily’s back and comforted, "Let’s go see the old man."

"To see him off on his final journey."

"Yes." Lily stood up in panic, wiping her tears.

"We need to go to the hospital. Mr. John Kramer doesn’t have any relatives left."

After the two sat in Wang Jian’s newly bought luxury car, he remembered something.

"You mentioned a reporter came to interview about my past?"

"Yes." Lily glanced at Wang Jian, "Apparently, the reporter is from NBC, and they’re making a documentary about ’Contemporary American Literature’."

"But, because of our special relationship, I did not give the interview."

Meanwhile, in a coffee shop in the Bronx District.

El was talking to a reporter.

"Wang is incredibly talented. I knew it from the moment he appeared before me."

"His achievements now are completely foreseeable."

"Cough, cough." The reporter coughed softly and said, "What we want is the most real side of Wang Jian."

"Real?" El looked at the camera, somewhat confused.

The reporter signaled to the cameraman, who turned the camera off and pulled out a stack of money to hand to El.

"Oh, real!" El laughed, putting the money in his pocket and nodding.

"I completely understand now!"

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