Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 236 - 242: Sequel

Flushing, inside the office.

Wang Jian sat in his chair, silently staring at the newspaper lost in thought.

Sure enough, as he had expected, that last group photo made the front page headlines of major newspapers across the United States.

Luckily, the actress Meryl Streep, with her experience, had worn nude-colored sportswear underneath her outfit before the four ladies took the stage.

Otherwise, the newspapers all over America today would have all damn been rated eighteen-plus!

"Despite attempts by conservatives to undermine it, this feminist rally has been the most successful in recent years." — The New York Times.

"This rally for women’s rights, initiated by First Lady Hillary and reaching its peak after a speech by the famous bestselling author, will surely go down in history as a landmark in the feminist movement." — Wall Street Post.

"One lady knocking down a saboteur and public figures stripping on stage to make a statement were the two most memorable scenes of the rally.

They represent the attitude of ordinary women and public figures towards the women’s rights movement, respectively." — Philadelphia Proverbs.

"Mrs. Hillary, Princess Diana, Ms. Meryl Streep, and Mr. Wang Jian, we salute you with the highest respect.

You have demonstrated your support for the feminist movement through your actions." — Ladies.

Wang Jian watched on TV an image of Lily kicking over a muscular black man.

Then he looked at the photo given to him by the White House’s official photographer.

Although being photographed with celebrities could raise one’s stature,

Such a photo...

He simply couldn’t place it on the desk.

"I’m really envious of Lily!"

At this moment, a knock on the door sounded, and Tom walked in.

Upon seeing Wang Jian, Tom almost couldn’t suppress a smile on his face.

It wasn’t until Wang Jian’s gaze glared over that Tom made an effort to control his expression.

"Wang, it was all worth it, " he said, passing over a document.

"The number of paid subscribers to the website has surged."

"In addition to female-oriented works like ’Harem Boleyn’ and ’Female Pope,’ even male-oriented works have seen the same trend."

Wang Jian massaged his temples and took the document.

A few minutes later, he looked at Tom somewhat astonished.

"Is this data accurate?"

"Of course," Tom replied without hesitation.

Doesn’t that mean that this one strip increased his income by more than 1 million US dollars?

That’s almost the price of a relatively cheap villa in the Upper West Side.

"There’s even better news." Tom’s smile grew even brighter, "After trading began today, Twitter experienced explosive growth."

Then, he said jokingly, "Wang, strip a few more times, and you might find yourself on the Forbes rankings."

...

New York City Hall, inside the office.

Mayor Giuliani sipped his coffee while clicking on his computer screen.

"So, this is the novel accused of ’religious discrimination’ against African-Americans?"

"Yes," his aide nodded and replied respectfully, "but there’s a high likelihood that this incident is being manipulated by external forces."

Giuliani nearly laughed out loud thinking about the video he had just seen.

The predominantly Democrat African-American and feminist groups had actually started fighting each other.

The scene was like African-Americans in the Los Angeles riots clashing with housewives and soon-to-be-brides during Christmas sale season and discount bridal dress events.

Giuliani looked at his aide, "What about the organizers behind the scenes? Did you get any African-American stars to speak out?"

"Spike Lee and some rappers love to raise allegations of racism over such matters, don’t they?"

"A Democrat probably coordinated it, given it involves the Clintons," the aide paused, his expression a mixture of amusement and dismay.

"The key point is, their confrontation is with women, not the police."

"These African-American stars can’t very well complain of racism just because they got beaten by a woman, can they?"

Hearing this, Giuliani felt a bit ambivalent.

He never thought there would come a day when he would find African-Americans too weak at causing trouble.

"These nigg~"

Giuliani caught himself and hastily stopped, pretending to reflect.

"We can’t just let this go," he pointed to the computer, instructing his aide, "Recommend this ’Female Pope’ novel to some friends living in Boston."

"Boston is mostly populated by Italian and French immigrants with a strong Catholic presence."

"Moreover, they hold the title of the American Catholic Church and have the closest ties to the Vatican."

Looking at his note-taking aide, Giuliani thought for a moment and continued, "Of course, to show New York City’s support for the feminist movement, we also need to take a stance."

"That lady who appeared on TV, named Lily Rush, she’s a check-in officer, right?"

"Yes," the assistant confirmed after checking the information.

"Then..." Giuliani rose to his feet, patted his capable aide, "give her a promotion and a raise, and increase her exposure."

"Understood," his assistant closed the notebook and respectfully turned to leave.

...

At that moment, a black man with a head full of dirty dreadlocks had just walked out of a luxurious villa.

Although he appeared somewhat subservient to a media conglomerate like BET, among street-connected rappers his street moniker still held some sway.

"How is it, boss? Will Dr. Dre make a statement in support?"

The dreadlocked man pulled out a cigarette, took a deep drag.

"These guys who came from N.W.A never belonged to us in New York, they belong to Los Angeles!"

"What’s the big deal about hitting a woman? Hasn’t 2pac hit women, or hasn’t Dr. Dre?"

"Haven’t they both been to jail for that reason?"

"He doesn’t agree to speak out?" The subordinate looked at the dreadlocked man, pondered for a moment, and made a suggestion.

"We should still approach BET, after all, they are the ones pulling the strings."

The dreadlocked man remembered his former boss, who had been shot on the street because of an unpleasant cooperation with BET.

He quickly shook his head, "This was our mistake, not theirs."

"And what about our brothers? If we don’t bail them out, other gangs simply won’t respect us."

The dreadlocked man fretted and messily rubbed his increasingly disordered hair, "How much would it cost to bail them all out?"

"Eh, the lawyer said there are too many people." The subordinate glanced at the boss covertly, "To bail them all out, you’ll need at least 300,000 US dollars."

300,000 US dollars?

The dreadlocked man looked at the few stolen broken cars and the dwindling stash of goods.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.

"That Asian bestselling author’s friend, doesn’t he live in the Bronx?" freewebnσvel.cøm

"It seems... he does."

"The nigger’s name is El."

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