Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 234 - 240: The Name of a Plant

"Mr. Wang, you’re almost on," a staff member whispered as they approached him in the green room.

Wang Jian nodded, took his speech, and followed them to the stage edge.

At this moment, Lily, who had transformed into a die-hard Diana fan, walked over.

"How did their speeches go?" Wang Jian casually inquired.

"Ms. Hillary, Princess Diana, and that Miss Deng Wendi were all successful."

"But Ms. Meryl Streep’s effect..." She paused and gestured outside with her hand.

Curious, Wang Jian peeked through the curtain.

He saw some audience members yawning.

Huh... even a famous Hollywood actress gets this kind of treatment?

Wang Jian asked with a bit of curiosity, "That Miss Deng Wendi, she also won the audience’s favor?"

"Yes." Lily could barely suppress a smile, "She said childbirth is an injury to a woman’s body that men should compensate for."

"Moreover, marriage involves higher stakes and risks for women, and men should pay a deposit in advance."

Uh...

Dowry?

For no apparent reason, this term popped into Wang Jian’s head.

That’s definitely not something to emulate.

If dowries became popular worldwide, he was sure he’d be beaten to death.

As he shook his head in bemusement, a scattered round of applause came through.

Meryl Streep, a well-known Hollywood actress, walked over with a somewhat sour expression.

Upon seeing Wang Jian, she put on a brave smile, "As the only male speaker, Wang, I’m looking forward to your success."

Success based on what?

He wasn’t like Miss Deng Wendi, willing to sacrifice anything.

He helplessly shook her hand and slowly made his way onto the stage.

Before speaking, Wang Jian swept his gaze over the dense crowd.

Hm?

Were there African attendees?

The Great Commander couple’s influence is massive!

Were they trying to push political correctness to the extreme?

He sighed to himself and raised the microphone’s height.

However, it probably had nothing to do with him. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

After all, the number of paying African readers was far too small.

"According to surveys, the number of women in the United States who suffered domestic violence last year..." Wang Jian began reading his script.

Meanwhile, in the CEO’s office at BET.

Robert Johnson, currently the sole African media mogul, heaved a long sigh of relief.

As long as this young Asian author stuck to the regular speech procedure, there would be no issue.

If he, like the Asian lady earlier, proposed ideas of "pregnancy compensation" or "marriage deposits."

Just watching the female audience’s excitement bordering on hysteria, those nerdy niggers really might not stand a chance against the women!

"Marriage deposit?" Robert sipped his coffee, "Are they trying to drive us African people to extinction?"

With this mindset, he even began to find the Asian author, who only talked about domestic violence, somewhat endearing.

Robert Johnson watched his watch and the television, silently calculating the time to act.

"Don’t blame me, Mr. Wang," he said leisurely: "Blame yourself for trying to consolidate the publishing industry."

Just as he saw the African crowd starting to compress the space as they pushed forward, Wang Jian’s tone and emotion began to rise fervently.

"Why is it that when male athletes exchange jerseys it’s a symbol of friendship, but Madonna is criticized for simply wearing revealing clothing?"

"She just showed her underwear, she didn’t go topless like Michael Jordan!"

"This is gender discrimination! Our bodies should be under our control!"

Wang Jian unbuttoned his shirt and completely bared his upper body.

No matter the reaction, he had put on a full show.

Watching the women’s group shocked to their core, Wang Jian snickered to himself.

"They might say my argument missed the point, but they’ll never accuse me of being insincere, just wanting to hitch a ride on the feminist hype."

But then, suddenly a flag rose in the northwest corner, emblazoned with "Female Pope," "Harem Boleyn" book club.

Damn!

Wang Jian was startled. Why are they everywhere?!

"My body, my choice!"

As these women chanted, they started to take off their tops.

Some even took off their bras.

At this moment, Wang Jian was freaking out, but someone was even more so—a dirty-dreadlocked Black man.

He was about to accuse the Asian of "religious discrimination," but how did he end up in the middle of a topless female crowd?

While his mind short-circuited and other women stood slack-jawed, a naive voice yelled, "Wang Jian, you’re being religiously discriminatory!"

Huh?

Molly, who was cornered into stripping off her clothes due to her own big talk, immediately turned around.

Uncontrollably, she recalled the plot of "Female Pope" and was momentarily possessed by Pope Joan.

She wasn’t alone in her thinking; several fans quickly surrounded the muscular Black man, loudly accusing, "Claiming women undressing is religious discrimination is itself gender discrimination!"

The brawny man, with a somewhat broken brain, glanced back at everyone.

He saw the other nerds just gawking at the naked women.

Annoyed by his habitual impatience, he pushed Molly aside and continued charging toward the podium.

Only then did the group of nerds come to their senses and resume their tasks.

But as soon as they touched the women’s bodies, they heard a piercing scream: "Men are beating women!"

Well, even if Wang Jian’s speech on domestic abuse wasn’t impressive, it had some impact.

Especially since most of the people present were feminists.

So...

The women, previously embarrassed, also began removing their tops to support Molly and the others.

They charged over to join in the fight with the fans.

"This is racial discrimination, why are you hitting us Africans?!"

"This is gender discrimination, why are you hitting us women?!"

"We’re not African, we’re not women, we’re the FBI!"

"Sisters, don’t listen to them; these people must hate women!"

"Captain, we need backup, these women are too crazy!"

"Holy shit!" the NBC reporter cursed and hastily directed the camera toward Wang Jian on stage.

"Why does something so strange always happen whenever I meet him?"

"Why do such strange things always happen to me?" Wang Jian murmured to himself, watching the chaos below.

At this point, the muscular Black man had already reached the podium.

Wang Jian didn’t react, not because he was petrified.

But rather, a group of undressed women chasing and attacking the Black man was quite shocking and a bit comical.

Suddenly, Lily charged in front of Wang Jian and kicked the muscular Black man to the ground.

And this scene was the last live broadcast image cut off due to the chaos.

"This..." Robert Johnson, watching the television in his office, was utterly dumbfounded.

Sharing his astonishment were Hillary, Diana, Deng Wendi, and others backstage.

Only the contemporary Great Commander Clinton watched everything unfold, his eyes growing brighter.

"This Wang Jian..."

"So funny!"

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