Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 238 - 244 Picking Up from the Airport

Silicon Valley, inside Twitter’s office.

Jack Dorsey was busy on the phone, "Yes, Wang Jian will be attending the Apple product launch."

"Yes, he generally signs hard copies of books."

After hanging up the phone, Dorsey sat in his chair as if recalling his past fondness for fantasy novels.

"These nerds have gone crazy, being book fans is one thing."

"But being obsessed with Wang? Heh..."

He wasn’t the only one with this trouble; the Apple Company’s product marketing manager felt the same.

"Come on, this is Silicon Valley! Even when Tom Hanks visited last time, it barely caused a stir." He looked at his constantly ringing phone and silenced it.

"Alright, no more complaining," a mid-level financial executive patted him on the shoulder, "The higher-ups can’t personally pick up guests from the airport, so this task is yours."

The marketing manager glanced at his watch and prepared to head downstairs, asking, "The hotel and driver are all arranged, right? All I need to do is welcome the Asian author and take him to his destination?"

But as he arrived at the lobby doors, he suddenly noticed a pudgy figure following him.

"Mr. Wozniak, where are you off to?"

"The airport!" Wozniak didn’t even look up, just kept caressing the two books in his hands.

One of them was Random House’s "Arcane Throne."

The other was an "Anomalies and Creatures" volume he had printed and cover-designed himself.

Um...

The marketing manager, facing one of the company’s founders, didn’t quite know what to say.

If it wasn’t for the other’s high status, he really felt like kicking that portly figure hard!

"Let’s hurry up then," Wozniak looked up, gazing sincerely at the marketing manager.

"But you’re part of the executive team, going against business etiquette!" the marketing manager screamed internally.

But moments later, he sighed.

Forget it, just forget it.

Inside Apple, nobody could manage this big guy.

Besides, such a small matter, right?

He guessed even the "tyrant" Steve Jobs wouldn’t mind.

The marketing manager, with a sorrowful expression, let Wozniak into the limousine’s back seat.

But upon reaching the airport, his value system was shockingly challenged once more.

"Why are there so many people? Is Bill Gates visiting Silicon Valley today too?"

"Bill? Haven’t heard that he’s coming," Wozniak looked expectantly towards the terminal, "Besides, he’s just a slightly famous technician, not worth such a crowd to meet him."

He pointed at the crowd holding "Arcane Throne," "There are many here more skilled than him!"

With that, Wozniak twisted his body and squeezed into the crowd.

Please, what’s wrong with your focus?

Bill Gates is the world’s richest man, you know?

The marketing manager watched many of Silicon Valley’s renowned programmers excitedly chatting away.

"Another Stan Lee?"

"Fuck, nerds will be nerds, no matter if they’re millionaires or billionaires, their thought processes are still not normal."

The marketing manager checked his watch and realized there was still some time before the pickup.

So, he turned and found a seat to sit down, with no intention of interacting with that crowd.

A young Caucasian clad in a tailor-made suit, with a salary of several to hundreds of millions, sat alone in the terminal, feeling a touch desolate.

But compared to Wang Jian, this desolation was nothing.

After all, he could choose to avoid interaction with others.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian sitting in first class wasn’t so lucky.

Two hours earlier, because of a first-class meal issue, Wang Jian had complained a bit.

Little did he know, his words were overheard by two also dissatisfied with first-class food.

Since they spoke English with a Cantonese accent, Wang Jian started conversing with them.

But the anticipated passionate discussion about the deliciousness of hot pot and Peking duck never happened.

They didn’t even talk about Guangdong Province’s culinary delights like shrimp dumplings and dim sum.

Instead, they told him how tasty London’s fish and chips were.

Wang Jian, who had lost his appetite due to his busy workload recently, almost threw up.

To avoid torturing his stomach any further, he swiftly changed the subject and began asking other questions.

At first, their conversation was relatively normal, with them mentioning that they had lived in Hong Kong and had since immigrated to Britain.

This trip to the United States was primarily for investment purposes.

Wang asked casually why they didn’t invest in mainland China instead?

After all, according to Lehman, even Goldman Sachs was strategizing to enter the Chinese market.

Little did he know that his question would hit a sensitive spot, prompting a bout of sarcasm about the unprofessionalism of Wall Street elites.

The underlying message was that New York didn’t deserve to be called the "World Financial Center," and that the real talent had always been in London.

"For example, what’s the growth rate of the US economy and what are the housing prices like?"

"Isn’t investing in Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac more profitable than investing in mainland China?"

"Not only have we invested in these two enterprises, but through them, we’re planning to invest in even more properties."

Wang Jian remembered Tom’s investment in the subprime mortgage fund adcde and the warning he received from Lehman.

"Although adcde was an innovation by Goldman Sachs, they were consistently betting against it."

But watching the two of them wax lyrical about the advantages of the "The Sun Never Sets Empire," they could have been mistaken for die-hard Brits.

Wang Jian could only curl his lip in response and said no more.

However, to his dismay, the two enthused individuals had no intention of leaving him in peace.

"Young man, you need to make some Western high-level friends to get the best investment tips."

"Do you know? Even our first-class plane tickets were bought by Freddie Mac."

Fortunately, Tom, who was exhausted from looking for a translator, woke up at that moment.

Wang Jian finally had a reason to extricate himself from the two’s clutches.

But due to a seating issue, they followed him like a bad smell even after the plane had landed.

After they passed through the checkpoint and walked out of the terminal, one of them tapped Wang Jian on the shoulder and pointed to the crowd, saying, "See that? Those are groups that made contact with our British friends to buy up US real estate."

After saying this, the two sped up and crossed in front of Wang Jian with a laugh.

"Who were those guys?" Tom rubbed his eyes.

"A couple of lunatics!" Wang Jian answered as he looked up and scanned the scene carefully.

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Why aren’t those people moving?

Not only was Wang Jian puzzled by this, but the two so-called British enthusiasts were also rooted to the spot.

"Wang, Wang is out!"

"Where’s Woz? Tell your subordinates that if Wang hasn’t finished signing, they’re not allowed to pick him up!"

Was this meant for him?

For some reason, Wang Jian was terrified that these people might start undressing.

The other two Asians looked at Wang Jian with astonished expressions.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, are you investors from London?" a young man in a suit and tie asked.

"Yes," they replied, pointing in the direction of Wang Jian, "Who exactly is that guy, and why is he receiving such a warm welcome?"

"Also, where did the investment group go?"

The young man turned his head and noticed the unmistakable figure of Wozniak.

What if these two were to go through that Asian to invest in high-tech industries?

"He must be a martial arts instructor, you know? kung fu is quite popular in the United States."

Kung fu, that scam?

The two Asians scoffed and were about to ask more questions.

"Alright, gentlemen," the young man hurriedly interjected, "the investment group has already headed to Detroit, where properties are really cheap."

Real estate? Cheap?

The two men exchanged a glance, no longer concerned with Wang Jian, and hastily headed towards the airport exit.

The young man watched their retreating backs and gave a soft whistle.

"The money from these Hong Kongers who immigrated in a haste is sure easy to make."

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