Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 247 - 252: Understanding

The Writers Association, Simon & Schuster Publishing House, NBC, Viacom...

Receiving the hint, Wang Jian began to trace back NBC’s recent reports about himself.

Find some black people to impersonate his accomplices and openly criticize him for being stingy.

Their unique racial values would smear his reputation among the majority African minority groups.

Then, organize a wave of people to embarrass him publicly, pushing the incident to its climax.

The follow-up would involve reporting on his investments and financial situation, eroding most of the goodwill other writers had for him.

So, the only ones without hostility towards him would then be just the extremely conservative white groups.

Given the Japanese arrogance and the massive transfer of job opportunities, Wang Jian had plenty of ways to make conservative whites change their views instantly.

What? Freedom, democracy, equality?

Heh, give me a break...

"Just a dispute over interests, I’m not Michael Jackson," Wang Jian muttered to himself, "Do they have to go this far?"

Soon, his brow furrowed deeply.

Compared to the previous steps, wouldn’t kidnapping be a bit too crude?

If he didn’t consider Lily’s reasons, Wang Jian had many ways to take care of this.

Throw down 3 million US dollars, and even the FBI would actively investigate.

Although they had their wins and losses against the meticulously organized Italian Mafia, they were pretty confident in dealing with some drugged-up niggers.

He looked at the TV, where the NBC host was still expressing astonishment over the exorbitant reward.

That made Wang Jian entertain a bold thought, "Could it be that those brain-dead niggers acted on their own?"

million US dollars, just for a few niggers’ lives?

At this moment, Wang Jian felt as if his own heart was bleeding.

No, he couldn’t let this matter slide!

He pondered for a moment and then picked up the phone to call James at ABC.

"About that feminist rally and riot a while ago," Wang Jian inquired tentatively, "Right now, many Africans are still detained, and ABC might be interested in some inside information?"

"The presidential election is heating up right now; it could be a good story."

"Uh..." James hesitated, "Sorry, Wang, ABC’s political leaning is more towards the Democrat Party."

"The White House has already contacted us, hoping ABC would downplay the incident."

"The top brass at Viacom Group had also discussed this with our station head."

Viacom?

Wang Jian nodded silently to himself, thinking, "Just as I suspected..."

But the White House has also intervened?

To please the black community and Redstone, had his "feminist representative" who took off her top alongside others not received even a tiny bit of information?

"Ms. Hillary..." Wang Jian whispered to himself, "You really are a qualified politician!"

Right, Wall Street!

Lehman had mentioned that Goldman Sachs leaned more towards the Republican Party.

As a result, CBS had become an extremely conservative news outlet.

"Sorry, Wang."

"Mayor Giuliani doesn’t want any news that suggests New York has any instability."

"What’s more, CBS and Viacom have already reached an understanding on this matter."

So, all these black people in jail didn’t cause any ripple at all?

In 1992, just a Rodney King could cause major riots?

"Viacom Group," Wang Jian murmured softly.

At that moment, he finally realized the grip that major media conglomerates like Viacom had on America’s channels of communication.

As a well-known writer and billionaire, once targeted by them, he was as helpless as a lively carp on the chopping board.

"Right, I still have Twitter!" Wang Jian brightened up for a moment.

But then he shook his head decisively and dismissed the idea.

In the United States, how many people own computers? How many own TVs?

Unless there’s a massive technological development and electronic devices become widely accessible.

Otherwise, Twitter, as a new media tool, was powerless against Viacom Group, which controlled multiple media channels.

"Tom, starting from the serializations of Mr. Stephen King and Mr. Dan Brown, how much has the website’s new subscription revenue increased?"

Fine, if I can’t fight them, I’ll just avoid them.

Wang Jian was already thinking of giving up the famous writers’ group and focus solely on cultivating his website’s content.

After all, he wasn’t about to starve; offending them for a small gain was an unwise choice.

"Uh..." Tom picked up the document and gave it a careful look, then reported a number.

"Excluding some writers who couldn’t adapt to the website’s style, the writers who have published physical books have brought in a new revenue of 6 million US dollars for the website this month."

million US dollars? That much!

After Wang Jian got the exact figure, he immediately started calculating in his head.

Due to the nature of online novels, the longer they are, the more the new revenue will multiply.

So, according to normal trends, in a few months, these people would bring in about ten million US dollars in revenue for the site?

Holy fuck!

With that much money, not to mention confronting Viacom, Wang Jian was daring enough to try assassinating Clinton or storming Area 51!

"Are the numbers accurate?" Wang Jian asked.

Once he saw Tom nodding affirmatively, he immediately started pondering how to deal with the current predicament.

The African community, the writers’ group?

Ten minutes later, he finally made up his mind and called Matthew.

"Find me the best cemetery," Wang Jian pondered for a moment, "and contact El’s family immediately."

"We’re going to hold a grand funeral for him!"

After hanging up the phone, Tom looked at Wang Jian in surprise, "What are you planning to do?"

"Of course, a funeral," Wang Jian shrugged, as he casually said, "Contact James, Lehman for me. We’re not asking for a report on the feminist rally’s riot."

"But, I do hope ABC and CBS can spare a little time to broadcast the news of a bestselling author attending his African friend’s funeral."

"I believe NBC has already hyped it up enough, so this small request shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

"Uh..." Tom was puzzled as he nodded.

"Right, go to finance and withdraw 200,000 US dollars in cash, non-sequential, old bills, just follow the kidnapper’s demands."

"Also, prepare a bottle of eye drops for me."

"The kind Hollywood stars use for crying scenes."

"Okay, got it," Tom was already confused by Wang Jian’s dazzling demands and was even more clueless.

He walked out of the office a bit dazedly, but then Wang Jian called him back down.

"Remember, we’re helping the family of an impoverished African."

"So make sure the finance department uses the charity fund account!"

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