Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 235 - 234 My Body, My Choice

Despite the live broadcast signal being cut off due to a sudden accident,

media executives who were concerned about the matter could still follow the latest developments through the cameras.

"FUCK!"

Inside the NBC building, legendary journalist Wood was cursing at the TV.

If the deeply rooted "Watergate incident" only made him feel tense and afraid,

then what was playing on the TV now filled him with uncontrollable rage.

"Come on, you’re Niggers! Think about Chicago, think about Los Angeles!"

"Rioting, looting, and arson, that’s what you should be doing!"

"Those are just naked women, not KKK members with rifles!"

But the images on the TV were not cooperating with the legendary journalist’s mood.

Several disheveled African American youths were stumbling toward the arriving police for support.

"Arrest me quick, I’ve robbed a supermarket!"

"Arrest me first, he only stole 200 US dollars, I robbed 2000!"

"Help me... I’m with the FBI."

"Do you New York police also discriminate against the women’s rights movement?"

Wood pressed the remote control fiercely, shutting off the monitor.

Then, he picked up the phone and dialed the contact for BET.

But the phone rang for a long time with no one answering.

Because at this moment, the person Mr. Wood wanted to contact simply didn’t have the energy to deal with anything else.

"So, you just ran back here alone?" The well-dressed black elite looked over grimly.

The African-American youth with dirty dreadlocks had completely lost the arrogant swagger he had before leaving with the gang leaders.

His hair was messed up, his body was covered with scratches, and his low-waist jeans were full of shoe prints.

"Those women were like crazy, I think even real gangsters wouldn’t stand a chance."

"3-inch thin high heels, stepping directly on me."

"They even ripped out a bunch of my hair!"

The dreadlocked man tearfully continued.

"This is too dangerous. I’d rather be trafficking drugs in Mexico!"

"Oh yeah," he sniffled and looked at the elite man, "can you get my brothers bailed out first?"

Bailed out?

The elite man pondered for a moment and shook his head internally.

African American issues were different from others.

Like the Rodney King case, you could only hope for favorable treatment by making a big fuss.

How did the African American community fare this time around?

They had just arrived at Time Square and were wiped out by a group of women!

With this thought, he couldn’t help being a bit dissatisfied with BET president Robert Johnson.

Why send African American nerds instead of real gang members?

In fact, Robert Johnson was somewhat helpless.

It was always the Democrat Party that supported their African community to take to the streets, not Republicans.

In order to get more funding, he just wanted to show some muscle to the Democrat Party through Wang Jian.

But he had not anticipated...

Johnson picked up the phone and dialed New York’s Republican mayor Giuliani,

while helplessly sighing, "Are these people really women?"

Wang Jian, who stood on the podium, also sighed with the same sentiment.

To be honest, since he’d traveled to the past, he had seen quite a few streaking shows.

But a naked brawl, this really was a first.

Just before, a security personnel mixed into the African American group was muttering, "Didn’t die in Iraq or Somalia, yet I nearly died under the heels of American women."

Wang Jian looked up and gazed down at the crowd below.

The women in the square were almost all bare-chested by now.

It was just a bit... dizzying.

Sure enough, where crowds gathered, emotions spread like wildfire.

Listen to what the women in the audience were saying,

"So this is what struggle feels like?"

"Ha, no wonder men like to fight!"

The women who had gone through all this seemed to have formed a bond of camaraderie.

At this moment, they were chattering together, no longer as divided as they had been at the beginning.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Down with gender discrimination!"

"My body, my choice!"

"Support Wang!"

I am not, I did not, stop spreading rumors.

Wang Jian thought about future feminist marches where women might march topless, shouting his name.

Then...

Damn it, who would come put me out of my misery?

Fortunately, among the assembled crowd, there were still some who remembered the original cause of support.

So, people started again to shout names like "Hillary" and "Diana."

According to the original plan, the guest speaker should have gone to the front at this time to greet the public.

After that, they could declare the rally a complete success.

It was a perfect way to make a statement and to gain visibility.

But now...

They had to deal with a bunch of topless women!

Just as the women were hesitating about what to do, Clinton stepped forward with considerable grace.

"No problem, I will give the closing speech."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Clinton," Princess Diana said in a hurry, nodding her appreciation.

It had to be said that in terms of looks and manners, Clinton was indeed outstanding.

From the moment the President of the United States appeared, Wang Jian felt half the attention on himself fade away.

But...

Why would he suddenly stare at the women below the stage with a blank look on his face?

Hillary Clinton, who was backstage, also noticed this.

"Lewinsky," Hillary murmured to herself, her face showing a struggle.

A few minutes later, she made up her mind and said to a few ladies, "I’m going out, you don’t have to."

Watching Hillary, Diana seemed to remember something too. freewёbnoνel-com

"It’s okay," she took Hillary’s hand, "I’ll join you."

"I don’t mind," Meryl Streep shrugged and chuckled, "I’ve been fully nude on the set before."

"Besides, this is only topless, right?"

Deng Wendi: "xxxxx!"

With the audience’s exclamations below, the four ladies walked out one by one from backstage.

"My body, my choice!" The shouts suddenly pierced the sky.

Wang Jian only saw Hillary slowly reach for her buttons.

Sister, please no!

Just watching a Nude with the President of the United States was explosive enough!

Running naked with the First Lady, the British Princess, a Hollywood megastar, and media executives.

Wouldn’t this be the front-page headline of world media?

And Clinton’s expression became a bit peculiar.

He watched his wife and the other three women, his face a mix of awkwardness and anticipation.

As Wang Jian internally screamed "No," and the cries from the audience grew louder, flashbulbs began to go off like mad.

"My body, my choice!" Hillary shouted.

"Down with gender discrimination!" Diana too raised her left hand.

Backstage, Lily looked around with a strange expression.

"In this speech, it seems I’m the only woman still wearing a top?"

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