Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 231 - 237 Northwest Corner

Some people read certain types of novels because of their own inclinations.

While others develop these inclinations because they read certain types of novels.

For instance, Molly used to be a typical rich girl attending medical school.

It wasn’t until she encountered "Harem Boleyn" that she became a feminist.

Okay, I must admit, the rapid updates of that novel once put her in a difficult situation.

Which led this once well-behaved girl to organize a streaking run.

"However, the feeling of being a leader is indeed quite good," Molly sighed as she looked at her computer screen.

Then, she quickly began typing on her keyboard, "Sisters, that guy registered as Mark Zuckerberg has already logged off!"

"How is the battle going?"

"Ha-ha, these men are simply too weak!"

"A few active IDs are all playing dead!"

"The topic area of ’Anomalies and Creatures’ has been taken over by us!"

Molly clicked the link and entered the "Anomalies" topic area.

There, discussions had already begun about who would be more formidable if Anne Boleyn and Female Pope Joan met!

"Indeed, only Wang Jian’s female-oriented works have this kind of ’cool’ feel!"

Molly pondered for a moment and felt that for this group to be more active online, Wang Jian should write more of such works.

So, how about in reality?

"I heard there is a feminist rally at New York Square tomorrow!" Molly thought for a moment and then typed on her keyboard.

"I won’t go, that’s a political gathering, I hate politicians!" someone immediately replied.

"But Wang will be speaking there," she persuaded, "We should take action to encourage Wang to create more female-oriented works!"

After some time waiting, Molly saw someone ask, "Are we streaking this time?"

Does that mean they agree to go?

Molly was delighted and quickly replied, "We only need to make banners to show our identity as fans of the ’Female Pope’."

She thought for a moment, recalling the flustered look on Wang Jian’s face when he saw a group of naked women last time.

So, she jokingly added another line, "Of course, if Wang calls for us to streak, I don’t mind stripping."

"Ha, Wang?" someone seemingly caught onto the idea too.

"If he publicly encourages streaking, I’ll help him strip the other women too!"

"Ha-ha!"

The topic area instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Then, these women started discussing what to wear and what kind of banners to carry.

Of course, the most important thing was to set the northwest corner of Time Square as the meeting point.

Meanwhile, in the Bronx District, another group was also discussing the feminist themed gathering for tomorrow.

At the forefront, a suited African man was the representative sent by BET.

"Please, niggers are indeed more likely to cause mass incidents!" a gang member scratched his dreadlocks, looking troubled as he spoke.

"But not these people!"

"Before this, I didn’t even know that there were so many niggers with glasses living in the Bronx District!"

"We are here to protest the ’religious discrimination’ by the Asian author in front of the media, not just to cause violence!" the classy African man scoffed disdainfully.

"For this kind of scene, these well-behaved kids are entirely sufficient!"

"But with just these people, even the police keeping order won’t be able to get through, right?" the man with the dreadlocks considered the practical situation.

"Don’t worry," the classy man said slowly as he observed everyone present, "according to the reports, the New York City police department won’t be deploying on a large scale."

"And the security personnel will focus more attention on the bigwigs at the lectern."

"All you need to do is cause a big scene below the stage, then get interviewed by BET and NBC."

"Or are you saying you can’t even handle a bunch of women?"

The classy man stared intensely at the man with dreadlocks, pulling out an envelope in his hand.

"Women?" the man with dreadlocks muttered hesitantly, yet his eyes were fixated on the envelope.

"Alright..." he started reluctantly, "no need for violent actions, just a protest will do?"

The classy man smiled and nodded, stuffing the envelope into his hand.

"It’s very easy, plus..." he walked over to a somewhat foolish-looking African strongman, "you have this great guy here!"

The classy man patted the strongman’s cheek and asked with a smile, "What will you do if the police stop you?"

"He-ho," the strongman showed a silly smile, "I’m not scared, I have this."

With that, he pulled out a grenade.

"Fuck!" the classy man shouted, forgetting to run away in the moment.

"Em, weren’t you told not to bring a grenade?" the man with dreadlocks stepped quickly forward, grabbing the grenade.

"Sorry," he said to the classy man, pointing at the strongman, "he used to be a core member of the Blood Gang, but since he was shot in the head with a gun, so..."

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So the African streets are really this frightening!

"Cough," he feigned composure with a light cough, "let me emphasize again, the lectern will have the Great Commander of modern America!"

The classy man pointed at the large black man, "Don’t bring such dangerous individuals."

"Understood, understood," the man with dreadlocks glared harshly at the big man, then turned to the classy man with a flattering smile.

After sending the other party away, he returned to the room and began arranging for tomorrow’s actions.

"There are so many niggers gathered together, very noticeable."

"So to avoid attracting police attention at the start of the gathering, we need to disperse around Time Square!"

At this moment, he pulled out a dirty map and spread it on the ground.

"As the speech progresses, we need to gather here."

"The Asian author is the last to speak."

"Before that, everyone must get to the area provided for ordinary people drawn by the speech."

"That is, the northwest corner of Time Square!"

"Boss," a black subordinate interrupted the passionately speaking man with dreadlocks.

He pointed at the strongman Em and a group nearby.

These people were obviously tougher looking than the other nerds.

"Do they need to go over?"

The man with dreadlocks scratched his head out of habit, pondering this question.

Should they bring them?

It seemed risky, but even if the nerds were weak, they should still be able to suppress the women and scare off the gathered crowd.

But if they didn’t bring them?

Should he and these stern-eyed niggers go cause trouble together?

Why does it feel so unsure?

A few minutes later, the man with dreadlocks made a decision.

"Everyone goes, but don’t bring any weapons!"

He thought for a moment and emphasized again, "Not even knives!"

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