Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 232 - 238 Demons and Devils

Early in the morning, Wang Jian crawled out of bed.

He looked back at the two mature women entwined with him and furrowed his brow with distress.

"Really, this kind of exercise causes too much of a delay," Wang Jian muttered as he donned his robe.

Since yesterday, he had found only two suitable topics for his speech draft.

After checking it once more, Wang Jian placed the speech draft into his briefcase.

Then, he picked up the invitation and zoned out for a moment.

It said he could bring a female companion, and Wang Jian originally wanted to bring Sarah.

After all, as an author with a female readership, attending such an event would be greatly beneficial.

But last night’s exercise and the debate between Lynn and Lily had made him change his mind.

Just as Lynn had said, before marrying Schumann, Clara Schumann was also a renowned composer.

Afterwards, she became known as composer Schumann’s wife.

"Indeed, there shouldn’t be a relationship of dependency between peers."

Wang Jian patted the two women’s buttocks, "Are you interested in accompanying me to this event?"

"I won’t go," Lynn answered immediately.

Wang Jian asked, perplexed, "Aren’t you a feminist?"

"Hehe, principles are principles, life is life," Lynn said as she ran a hand through her red hair, "In large corporations, feminists don’t get any benefits."

"But it’s different in the government sector," Lynn’s hand slowly slid under the covers, "Lily, stop pretending to sleep."

Lily’s eyelashes began to flutter as Lynn’s hand went deeper.

Finally, she couldn’t resist anymore and started to playfully tussle with Lynn.

A moment later, Lily looked at Wang Jian somewhat sheepishly.

Under the influence of alcohol and the excitement of the debate last night, she had tried some pretty wild positions.

Now, her mouth and knees were still faintly sore.

"Er, would it be appropriate for me to go?" Lily asked in a low voice, "After all, you’re a public figure."

"And I am a single mother much older than you."

"Of course, it’s appropriate." Wang Jian quickly replied.

After chatting with the pseudo-feminist Lynn yesterday, most of the secrets were exposed.

He needed someone to divert the topic, no matter what.

As for the male-female relationship?

Wang Jian’s persona as an author made him fearless.

With his persuasion, Lily reluctantly agreed.

Then, she felt a bit embarrassed to face the mansion’s maid.

"Come on, they’ve serviced this community for so long, what haven’t they seen?" Wang Jian and Lily sat in the back of the luxury car, murmuring to themselves.

"It turned out that all three of us skipped breakfast."

"What did you say?" Lily asked while uncomfortably adjusting the high-end women’s suit she bought from the community store.

"Nothing." Wang Jian instructed the driver hired through a website, "Get us to Times Square as fast as you can."

It had to be said that the contemporary Great Commander Clinton had substantial support from female groups.

Wang Jian watched many people holding up portraits in support.

"Eh, is that my portrait over there?"

Just when he was about to look towards the northwest corner, he heard a security personnel say, "Mr. Wang, you may enter now."

Uh...maybe he was too tired from last night, today his vision was a bit blurry.

Wang Jian shook his head, took Lily’s hand, and walked into the hotel next to Times Square.

"What would you like to eat?" He looked at the lavish buffet and asked Lily.

As the last speaker today, he had no idea how long they would have to wait!

"Ah?" Lily looked around at the bustling hall, clearly a bit dazed.

There were so many security personnel dressed in black suits.

"Don’t worry about them." Wang Jian led Lily to the buffet table, preparing to refuel.

Just then, a female security officer approached.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Wang Jian?"

"I am," Wang Jian was about to do battle with the oysters when he casually asked, "What’s the matter?"

"Mrs. Clinton, I would like to discuss the speech with you."

Wang Jian’s hand paused slightly, then he decided to meet with the First Lady.

Of course, the main reason was that "Female Pope" was a big seller, thanks to her significant contribution!

"Can I bring a female companion?" Wang Jian put down his plate and took Lily’s hand.

"Yes," the security personnel turned and led the way, with Wang Jian and Lily following behind.

At this moment, Lily was extremely nervous.

She never imagined that as a country girl who had been married before, she would have the chance to meet the First Lady.

She sneaked a peek at Wang Jian and gradually calmed down in her heart.

But actually, Wang Jian’s heart was also in a mess.

Not because of the First Lady, but because his own speech was a bit too clever.

A few minutes later, the two entered a reception room.

Wang Jian saw the golden short-haired Hillary smiling and offering a handshake.

He quickly shook hands with her, thinking whether Lily remembered how to interrupt from this morning.

"Wang, I’m a fan of your books," Hillary said with a smile: "Harem Boleyn Family and Female Pope are both terrific works."

"A lady, after seeing these two pieces, hopes you can help her to write her autobiography."

She led Wang Jian toward a tall woman.

Wang Jian felt she looked somewhat familiar, but then Lily whispered in shock, "Princess Diana?"

This...

Wang Jian shook hands with her somewhat awkwardly.

After all, in some sense, Harem Boleyn Family was a complete fabrication of her family history.

"May I have the honor of asking Mr. Wang to write my autobiography?" Diana asked with much grace.

"Heh," just then, another voice chimed in.

"I think I need an autobiography written before you do."

"Mr. Wang, Stephen King has mentioned you to me before." This slightly older woman shook hands with Wang Jian, "Please let me introduce myself."

"Uh, no need," Wang Jian, recalling his status as a famous author, started to relax.

"Meryl Streep, I really love your movies."

"Ha, can I play in Female Pope then?" the Hollywood actress joked with a laugh.

"The fee is too high!" Wang Jian muttered in his heart, then chatted for a while with her.

Once the nutrition-less pleasantries were over, Hillary introduced the last lady in the room to Wang Jian.

"This here is Wendi Deng Murdoch, Mr. Murdoch’s assistant."

"You are both Asian, so you might find some common topics of conversation."

Wang Jian looked at the woman in front of him, a little perplexed.

Why could this person be so comfortable chatting and laughing in a room full of distinguished ladies?

"By the way, Wang," Hillary personally handed a glass of wine to both Wang Jian and Lily, "what is your speech topic?"

"As a bestselling author, it must be quite brilliant, right?"

Wang Jian glanced at Lily and saw that instead of being ready to interrupt, she was staring blankly at Princess Diana.

"Just a British woman, is she that charming?" Left with no choice, Wang Jian had to reveal the topic.

"One is the issue of domestic violence, the other is about unisex clothing, specifically men going topless."

Meryl Streep and Diana looked at each other and almost in unison said, "Seems, not too sharp?"

Wang Jian was about to find an excuse to bluff his way through.

But then the Asian lady called Wendi Deng Murdoch bluntly spoke out what was on his mind.

Although, she did it in a very graceful manner.

"Perhaps Mr. Wang wants to address the subject without provoking conservatives, to bring more public attention to feminism."

"After all, domestic violence is a topic of concern for both conservative and progressive camps, and the male population will not oppose it."

"As for the act of being topless, conservatives mostly consider it a joke and won’t mind it too much."

"I really owe you one!" Wang Jian gave her a slight smile, no longer feeling good about this compatriot.

"Haha," Hillary took a sip of wine, "feminism has always required a long struggle."

"Mr. Wang means not to set the goals too far out of reach."

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