Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 254 - 259 Background Check

Manhattan, inside the NBC skyscraper.

Legendary Journalist Wood sat in his office chair, lost in quiet contemplation.

He understood that the Viacom Group had approached him to smear Wang Jian, the rule-breaker.

However, due to his identity as a writer, the usual smear tactics were not very effective.

"Female Pope" had given him an opportunity, but due to the involvement of feminists and the fact that devout African Americans didn’t care much for books, it ended up being aborted halfway through.

As for the deeply offended Church?

Wood could only offer a bitter smile and shake his head, "Given the efficiency of Boston and the Vatican, I’m probably fired by now, while those priests are still discussing how to respond, right?"

So, what about this time?

He looked down at the two documents on his desk.

One was naturally the authorization document signed by the descendants of the author of "Brewer’s Million Gift."

The other was an appraisal report provided by authoritative experts comparing the two works.

"Apart from creative similarities, the resemblance does not exceed 10%, and it cannot be considered plagiarism."

Wood tapped his fingers lightly on the desk as he read the report.

If it were any other writer, this wouldn’t be a serious issue.

But what about Wang Jian?

With his mediocre writing and excessive descriptions, how did he manage to win over readers?

Wasn’t it because every one of his works was full of creativity?

Thinking this, Wood picked up the phone and called the real heavyweight.

"Mr. Redstone, I need more resource support."

"I hope that the Manhattan District Court can accept and publicly try this infringement case as soon as possible."

"Do you have confidence?" an aged voice came through.

"Yes," Wood said respectfully, "Even if we lose the lawsuit, we can still destroy that Asian writer’s reader base."

"In an unequal information dissemination platform, unless Wang has some solid evidence,

otherwise, NBC can lead the public through Wang, and identify wangwen.com as a place rife with plagiarism."

"And these, merely relying on manuscripts that writers are most willing to use as evidence, are far from enough."

...

Meanwhile, in the office in Flushing.

Wang Jian was sitting in his chair, looking at those "solid evidence."

It had to be admitted that the paparazzi’s professional skills were indeed formidable.

Blonde girl Chris’s uncontrollable joy when receiving the gift was palpable, even through the photographs.

Wang Jian compared the description of Carl’s ex-girlfriend in "I’m Too Rich," and nodded slightly.

"For most girls from the slums who had unhappy childhoods, meeting a man who cares about them is enough to satisfy them."

"If that man also has a certain economic foundation, allowing them to escape their difficulties, then the girls are willing to let go of their dignity and reserve to please that man."

Wang Jian thought about when he sent Chris home yesterday, her behavior was almost an explicit sign.

Having no choice, he had to use the unpleasant incident at the restaurant as an excuse for not being in the mood.

It wasn’t that blonde Chris wasn’t pretty, nor was Wang Jian a moralist.

However, with other plans in mind, it wasn’t convenient for him to bring her to Manhattan or the Upper West Side.

As for spending the night in the Bronx District for a girl, it seemed a bit too much.

Fortunately, this excuse was credible enough.

Wang Jian recalled last night’s events and frowned slightly.

After stunning the waitress named Caroline with 4000 US Dollars in cash, another girl named Max came out.

And Max’s mouth, just like her figure, made one can’t help but want to go up and slap it hard...

"Fuck! Why did I write about the protagonist falling in love with a waitress?" Wang Jian cursed softly, opening up "I’m too rich."

After Carl used money to conquer his ex-girlfriend.

Wang Jian’s penchant for mischief kicked in, and the 16-year-old protagonist started dating two waitresses, 17 and 20 years old.

For a while, the protagonist juggled relationships between the three women of 16, 17, and 20 years old.

"A young man dating adult women? This... is just too exciting!"

"Moltz, is that you? The one who got a teacher pregnant in Miami, right?"

"As long as you’ve got the guts, the teacher goes on maternity leave!"

Wang Jian looked at the comment and tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems this is also a memorable point for the readers."

But to maintain a relationship with Chris, and date that Caroline and Max at the same time?

Wang Jian considered the possibility and felt it was too difficult.

Yet if he gave up on those two, and looked for another waiter instead, the photo he took yesterday of being looked down upon by the waiter would have to be retaken.

"Oh, the Bronx District, that restaurant that could kill a person?" Wang Jian sighed, "Better kill me instead!"

Just then, Tom walked in.

"Wang, this is the background information on Caroline and Max you mentioned."

Hmm?

Wang Jian took the documents, though inside he had already given up hope.

But moments later, he suddenly looked up.

"That Caroline, is she really born into a millionaire’s family? And she’s still trying to get back to Manhattan?"

"Yes," Tom nodded.

This...

Wang Jian’s mouth curved up slightly, "Problems that can be solved with money are not problems at all."

So, the relatively more difficult target was left with only Max.

Afterward, it would be time to imprint his own mark in the lives of the three girls just like the protagonist of "I’m Too Rich," through "buy, buy, buy."

"Chris, how was the date last night?" asked Mary, the head of the support group.

"Uh..." Chris lightly flipped her blonde hair, a bit embarrassed to answer.

"Ha," her mother, Bonnie, said loudly, "That man must have fallen for Chris, he bought her a lot of clothes and a TV too."

"Chris," Bonnie’s voice was filled with excitement, "Marry him, or at the very least, move in together!"

"That way, we won’t have to worry about rent!"

Chris shot a look at her unreliable mother but didn’t speak.

Accepting such expensive gifts without having an intimate relationship still made her feel insecure.

Chris hesitated for a moment and then decided to seek advice from her sisters, "I think he’s interested in me, but he didn’t accept the invitation last night, what’s up with that?"

"He’s afraid you’ll get pregnant and take child support from him," the richest in the group, Jill, said offhandedly.

"You think everyone’s like you?" Mary pushed Jill, "What did he say?"

"Uh," Chris paused, "He said what happened in the restaurant made him lose his mood."

"An excuse?" Mary asked.

Chris thought about last night’s events, "That female waiter, she really was very mean."

"So just change to a different restaurant, right?" Jill interjected carelessly.

"But he seems to really like the taste there," Chris murmured.

"Please," Bonnie scoffed, "Mary first went to prison at 16 and didn’t start recovery until she was 40, spending most of that time behind bars."

"Weren’t you also a boss back then?"

Without waiting for Mary to respond, Bonnie looked at another woman.

"Ellie is a nurse, best at crying while pulling out oxygen tubes."

"And Jill’s specialty is mocking people with her financial status. Look at the Hermes high heels on her feet, they’re sharp weapons for her to throw."

"As for me," Bonnie puffed up her chest, "I can scam goods from Mexican drug dealers."

"And you, Chris, are you afraid of two waitresses?"

Uh... This didn’t seem to be something to be proud of.

Surprisingly, Mary chimed in, "No worries, we’ll sneak over to that restaurant."

"If they bully you again, we’ll teach them a lesson."

Chris looked at everyone, touched.

After hesitating for a long time, she still picked up the support group’s phone and dialed the number Wang Jian had left.

"Wang, let’s eat together?"

"At that restaurant from last night."

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