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Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 250 - 255: Individual Interpretations
Chapter 250: Chapter 255: Individual Interpretations
Long Island, inside a villa that was not luxurious but full of artwork.
Stephen King, who had just updated the revised version of "Mist", looked at the works of many well-known authors serialized on the website and felt a bit anxious.
Though authors of his stature did not care whether Wang was really very wealthy, they even hoped he would be wealthier.
Because only then, would the young Asian author have more capital to lead them in negotiations with the financiers.
However, the opinions of the middle and lower tier authors could not be ignored as now the mystery, reality, or even poetry divisions of the association had presented different views to the Writers Association.
This situation escalated further with NBC’s in-depth reporting on Wang Jian.
"Sigh, to think we had a chance where authors could take control of their work’s narrative, are we going to give it up just like that?"
Stephen King sighed and then thought of the Six Major Publishers.
The relationships between Simon & Schuster, Disney Publishers and the media groups behind them were so plain that anyone could see.
The other four major publishing houses also had intricate connections with the various media groups.
"Would those publishers negotiate with the backers for the sake of the authors?"
Stephen King clicked the refresh button and let out a soft sigh, "Damn those media groups!"
But suddenly, he paused and rubbed his eyes as if he saw something unbelievable.
Stephen King clicked the mouse, entered the directory, and murmured, "’I’m Too Rich,’ author Wang Jian?"
A moment later, he suddenly burst out laughing, "Ha, this Wang really is clever!"
Experiencing life, looking for inspiration, this was practically an armor for authors.
But Wang Jian must be the first to use this armor because he was wealthy, right?
Stephen King went to the main text, reading with interest.
And then, the living conditions of South Chicago, a well-known slum, appeared vividly in his mind.
"Poverty, busyness, lacking direction – Wang’s writing has really made significant progress!"
But the next twist made Stephen King frown.
"Using this slightly strange will as the main driving force of the story, isn’t it a bit too playful?"
But...
Under such pressure, immediately conjuring a work as a self-defense, one really shouldn’t hold Wang to too high a standard.
He relaxed his brows again and read "I’m Too Rich" more as if he was conducting research.
As one of the Writers Association’s heavy-weight representatives, Stephen King needed to write some responses, using this work to refute the questions from other associations.
But as he read on, he suddenly found that the work had a lot of depth.
The protagonist was born in a foster family in the slums, sharing a similar experience with Wang.
Both had a sister who was very caring—could it be that "Prison Break" author Sarah was Wang’s sister?
Gang members coveting money, wasn’t this something Wang Jian had just experienced?
The only difference was the protagonist slowly let others know he was wealthy, while Wang was exposed by NBC all at once.
"So, is this an autobiography?" Stephen King thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"No, this is more like something in art, similar to a self-portrait." ƒгeewёbnovel.com
As for the parts that were overly fanciful and unrealistic, Stephen King had his understanding.
Come on, an 18-year-old best-selling author, a billionaire, however you write it, it’s going to seem like a fancy!
"Well then, Wang’s life really is fascinating."
Stephen King sighed and began to write with a fountain pen.
The highly fitting storyline gave him even more confidence to counter the fallacies of other associations.
And sharing his view was Leonard from Tennessee.
His preference for comics, fantasy sci-fi works was due to contemporary works being too realistically boring, or when not realistic, they lacked immersion.
But...
A narrative about the daily life of the rich coming from a billionaire was just too persuasive!
"Ha," Leonard whispered excitedly, "Wang, you deserve our support from all over America coming to New York!"
At that moment, his father appeared at the doorway of the study.
Ever since learning the truth about the incident in front of NASDAQ, he kept a much tighter watch over his son.
"You can chat on Twitter, but don’t go crazy and make me take you to New York!" his father said sternly.
"Wang has started a new series," Leonard turned excitedly, "It’s about the kind of life you lead after becoming rich."
"I don’t care about how to live a rich life, just about how to be rich," his father said casually as he tossed the lottery ticket into the trash bin and walked over to the computer.
"But, Wang’s work?" He pondered briefly, "That might actually be worth a look."
After reading it, he suddenly realized his imagination was embarrassingly weak.
After becoming wealthy, ex-girlfriends went from disdainful to fawning.
Limited edition luxury cars, the latest electronic gadgets, VIP boxes at concerts, hiring famous singers for birthday songs?
It seems... the dreams he had after buying the lottery tickets were a bit too conservative.
"Do you think all this really happened?" his father asked Leonard.
"It might be a little exaggerated, but most of it should be realistic," Leonard answered without taking his eyes off the screen, "You know, Wang is a billionaire."
"He has a foundation for his life."
Hearing this, his father turned and left.
"Where are you going?" Leonard asked, puzzled.
"The lottery store," his father replied without looking back, "I’m a bit tired, I’m going to rest early tonight!"
Uh?
Leonard frowned.
However, he quickly put it out of his mind and went back to reading about the billionaires’ extravagant lifestyles.
...
In Silicon Valley, inside Apple’s lounge, Wozniak also came across Wang Jian’s new work.
"I’m Too Rich"?
Was this a work selling the concept of money?
"Just US Dollars, what’s so special about that?" Wozniak muttered to himself.
But because of Wang Jian’s name, he still clicked to read it.
Broken families, impoverished lives—the start didn’t interest Wozniak at all.
But when he read about the protagonist’s distress over spending more and more money, he paused for a moment.
Dell and IBM had been paying for patents since he was eight, EA had been paying for patents since he was eleven, and Apple stock was appreciating.
His own money also seemed to be ever-increasing.
At that moment, two more people came over.
Wozniak looked up to find Bill Gates and Steve Jobs there to discuss business matters.
"Woz, what are you reading?" Bill Gates asked.
Compared to Jobs, he preferred dealing with the jovial Wozniak.
"Bill, Steve," Wozniak invited them to sit down and pushed the computer toward them.
"This is an interesting piece."
"Wangwen.com again?" Jobs and Bill Gates exchanged a glance, both showing a resigned expression.
"Take a look at the will," Wozniak continued to urge.
Unable to resist him, they finally took a look.
"Hmm, the more you spend, the richer you get? That seems... sort of interesting," Jobs said noncommittally.
"Do you ever feel like, just like the protagonist, we’re running ourselves ragged for money?"
Bill Gates thought of his charity foundation, and Jobs thought of the Pixar stock he was currently selling, nodding in unison.
Wozniak changed the subject, "How much did you two earn from the conference room to here? Like the protagonist, if you were to convert it to luxury cars."
Uh...
Bill Gates shifted his notebook around, switching to the NASDAQ interface, "Probably earned a Bugatti Veyron?"
After Jobs took over, he randomly typed something in, "A Lamborghini."
"I earned a little less, probably a Porsche," Wozniak continued, "Although we can’t abandon money, we might find some resonance in this book."
"Because of money, we can’t find back that mindset of working for passion like we did when we started our businesses."
The two men looked at the computer for a while, seemingly lost in thought.
"This... actually feels quite relatable..."
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